Six Points

You can hardly wait to see him again. It felt like forever since you were able to wrap your arms around him and just hold him close. The trip to western Canada has just wrapped up, but with a flight not landing until 6 am, your reunion would just have to wait. He was bound to be tired, and with another practice and game looming around the corner, you would have felt awful keeping him up all night. However, part of you wanted to be standing behind his front door when he arrived home to congratulate him on his amazing play while away. But, alas, you have to refrain and wait until after the Panther’s game.

Time seemed to stop. You had watched the entire game shouting his name, until your voice finally gave way and all you could do was clap. He was playing on a whole new level, and seeing him step up was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You had always known how wonderful of a player he was, and now the rest of the world got to see it too. Once the game had ended, you had rushed back to your apartment to wait…and wait…and…wait.

Finally, after what seemed like hours on end, a knock came to the door. It wasn’t very loud, yet you knew exactly who was standing on the other side. He always knocked like that, quiet. It was a part of his personality that you had never been able to really change, but after months of getting to know him, you realized you would never want to. Rushing to the door, you throw it open without even bothering to look through the peep hole, like you had always been told to do. It didn’t matter at this point, since nothing was going to keep you from his arms any longer.

And there he stands, dressed in his suit with a tie hanging loosely around his neck. That long, dark hair that you had grown to love was slicked back in its usual fashion. His unshaven jaw looked more like a welcome mat to the large smile that stretched across his face. Without a single word, you threw your arms around his neck and jumped into the strong arms you had been doing nothing but missing for the past week. Then again, it’s not like you really had a voice to greet him with anyways.

Kissing began to run up your neck before you turned you head to allow his lips to meet yours. Of course you greeted them with eagerness and tightened your grip around his neck, as if he would disappear if you even thought of letting go. That’s not something you would do, however. You were going to keep him there, in your grasp, until the world forced you apart, much like it did during hockey season.

“I have missed you so much.” His French accent broke through more when he was happy, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way the words sounded. It was part of the reason you had fallen for him; his voice. Granted, everything about the man in your doorway made a little piece of you melt inside.

“If it’s possible, I think I’ve missed you more.” The words come out soft and broken, thanks to a raspy voice. You can’t help but think of how ridiculous you sound, but the fact that your words made him laugh is enough to make everything alright. “Kris, I’m so happy you’re home.”

Those words quickly silence his laughter as he kisses you again softly before carrying you into the apartment you so affectionately call home. Holding you up took nearly no effort on his part as he carried you over the threshold and closed the door softly behind him. Everything he did was soft, everything about him had a timidness to it. You have never been that way. Everything you did was with a bang. Saying the two of you were opposites would be the understatement of the century, but it’s also what made it work, even though everyone else said it’s what would tear you apart.

He carried your right to the couch and sat down, placing you in his lap. As much as you didn’t want to let go of him, it appeared he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you either. You adjusted your body so you were sitting across his lap with your head tucked into his neck. He smelled wonderful, thanks to an after game shower and a bit of cologne. It was a smell you had done nothing but miss. It always caught you off guard how merely seven days away from each other could feel like seven years. Your breath on his neck made him shiver, and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt the hair on his neck stand up.

“So how does it feel to be one of the league’s point leaders?” Lifting you head, you grin at him the way you always did when you were teasing. It was obvious from the moment that you looked at him that he had yet to take his eyes off of you.

Your words bring another laugh from his lips. His laughter could be the soundtrack to your life, and you would never ask for another song again. “It’s early,” he began, slipping his strong hand into mine, “we still have an entire season to go.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t celebrate,” you chime, kissing his cheek softly before standing up and pulling at his arms like a child. Reluctantly, he stood up and followed you into the dim kitchen. With a flip of a light, you reveal a peanut butter chocolate cupcake from the bakery you knew was his biggest weakness. Normally, you would buy an entire dozen and tempt him with them all, but during the season, such actions were off limits. A single cupcake was even a stretch, but you knew he wouldn’t turn it down.

“Congratulations!”

You continue to drag him towards the table and force him to take a seat before he can protest, because you know he will. His trainer has warned him against sweets, yet you insist. His lack of words make you worry, but the smile that quickly replaces his confused expression makes it all better. Taking a single finger, he takes a bit of icing and licks the finger clean. Slowly, he picks up the cupcake and offers you the first bite, much like he always did. It would be rude to decline, so you lean in for a bite. Just before your lips hit the sweet icing and soft cake, he pushed it forward, causing your lips to be covered in the delicious pastry.

You can’t help but start laughing as he places the cupcake back on the table. It was something you should have seen coming, yet you manage to fall for his little tricks every time. Though, part of you knew the moment your face was covered in icing, his lips would be back on yours.

It didn’t take long before he was kissing the icing from you face, arms wrapped securely around you waist. With one swift motion, you were off the ground and in his arms again, being carried off to the bedroom. Your waiting was finally over, and for now, he was yours and only yours.