Requested by Nanna (Chicago Blackhawks) Warnings: (Y/N): Your Name (Y/N/N): Your Nickname âCome on. Everybodyâs already on the ice.â Brandon says, tugging on your hand. You had just pulled up to Soldier Field, where the Hawks were playing their Stadium Series game later the next night. The family skate had started twenty minutes ago but the two of you were late because you had spent a little extra time in the shower than you intended. Brandon pulls you into the locker room and sits you down in his stall. He takes your skates from you and puts them on your feet, lacing them up. He then puts on his own skates. Standing he takes your hand, lifting you to your feet. You wobble slightly and he braces you against his toned chest. You zip your coat and fix your gloves. âCome on, babe. I gotchya,â He says, wrapping an arm around your waist to balance you. You had been skating before, but you still werenât the best at it. Brandon escorts you to the edge of the ice. The chilly Chicago wind nips at your exposed nose. The two of you step onto the ice and you start to slip, but Brandon catches you. âRelax, youâre fine.â He murmurs into your ear. You take a deep breath and relax, pushing off your skate and glide out on the ice. People smile and wave at you as Brandon laces your fingers together. You both skate around the edge of the ice, talking about nothing. Youâre starting to get the hang of it when someone grabs your free hand and you turn to see Jonathan Toews, smiling at you. âHey, (Y/N)!â He chirps and you smile. âEnjoying the skate?â âYeah, of course!â You say and Brandonâs hand tightens around your gloved one, happily. Jonny then skates away and the minutes slip into hours and at almost nine pm, Brandon pulls you to a stop. âHaving fun?â He quietly asks, tucking a piece of your hair back under your Hawks beanie. You smile, pressing your lips to his gently. âAlways,â You grin. âIâm tired.â He murmurs into your hair and you nod, feeling a sudden exhaustion set into your bones. You knew your hips would be sore the next day. âMe too. Wanna go home?â You ask, suppressing a yawn, and Brandon smiles, skating you over to the tunnel. The two of you walk into the locker room, where a few people are also getting ready to go home. Brandon takes off his skates and then removes yours, despite your protests. âCome on, (Y/N/N). Letâs go home.â Brandon offers you a large hand, which you graciously accept. You walk slowly to his car, enjoying each otherâs company. Being the gentleman he is, he opens your door for you and you climb into his car. Brandon runs around and climbs in, starting the vehicle, and turning on the heat. You sit back in the leather seat and before long, the gentle bumps of the car ride put you to sleep. You feel someoneâs hands slide underneath you of you and you jump; your heart racing. A laugh rumbles in his chest as he pulls you close to him. âSorry âbout that, babe. You werenât supposed to wake up.â Brandon says quietly, carrying you into his house. You snuggle into the crook of his neck and start to fall asleep again in his arms as he takes you to his bedroom. Brandon kicks the door open, with a small, content smile, happy to have you in his arms.
