Sweet Disposition

Claude winced slightly as Claire taped his wrist. He sat perched on the medical table provided in the trainers’ room in Toronto in the Underarmour shorts and Flyers tee that he usually donned before games and practices. Jim was tending to other players in the rink as she dealt those who needed taping and what not.

She held his hand firmly, yet her touch was gentle and soft as she dutifully did her job, “How’s that feel Roo?” He flexed his hand, rolling his wrist a few times to assess the tightness and comfort of the tape. “Feels good,” he grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked up at her. Before she could react he trapped her with his powerful thighs, his hands finding themselves on her waist.

“Claude,” she hissed, her eyes widening, “Qu’est-ce que tu fais?” (What the hell are you doing?) He just smirked, giving her hips a squeeze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She huffed, “Someone could walk in and see us.” The young hockey player sighed, releasing her from the iron-like hold of his legs, his hands lingering on her hips. “I know, chérie. Je souhaite juste que nous n’avons pas eu à cacher comme ça,” (I just wish we didn’t have to hide like this.) he fought the urge to kiss her, reluctantly dropping his hands from her waist.

Claire gave his thigh a light squeeze before turning to put away her scissors and remaining roll of tape. “Puis-je vous voir ce soir?” (Can I see you tonight?) She turned to face him, her eyebrows furrowed only slightly, “Je ne sais pas Claude…” she tried to force herself to look away from his pleading green gaze, “Je ne veux pas d’appuyer sur notre chance. Nous avons été très prudents, la dernière chose que nous devons-“ (I don’t know Claude… I don’t want to press our luck. We’ve been so careful, the last thing we need-)

“Chérie, sil vous plait. Tu me manques, nous n’avons as eu le temps seul dans deux semaines… ” (Darling, please. I miss you, we haven’t had any chance of alone time for two weeks…) he murmured pushing off from his seat on the table and crossing over to his girlfriend, his fingers ghosting down her sides sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his warm breath on her ear as he whispered, “Et je ne sais pas pour vous mais il a été me rend folle.” (and I don’t know about you but it’s been driving me crazy.)

Her knees almost buckled at his soft words, causing her to fumble with the tape in her hands. Had they not been in the trainer’s room she would have jumped him right then and there but she knew better. She couldn’t let him gain the upper hand and very much like him, she hated to lose, especially to her boyfriend.

“Fine,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping forward earning a victorious grin from the ginger-haired winger, thinking he had won. With a wicked smirk she turned to face him in the minimal space that he had given her between his solid body and the counter on which her kit sat, “It depends though, score a goal and maybe you’ll get a little taste of me tonight.”

The triumphant smile fell from his face almost immediately at her words, an amused smirk forming almost immediately after, “A taste, eh?” She just smiled in response quickly slipping away from him before he could react. He shook his head grinning at her coy, hard-to-get behaviour. Challenge accepted, he thought turning to see her go and tend to JVR as he walked in the door.



The night had ended in a win for the Flyers and in celebration they dragged Claire along to the nightclub of choice, not that she really protested. She, of course, found herself dancing with several of the guys over the span of the evening. Claude was never far away, poised and ready to swoop in if need be. He had been itching to get his hands on her all night and after a few beers and watching his teammates (making fools of themselves) with her, he couldn’t take it anymore.

He finished off his drink before making his way from the booth he occupied with Simon, Scott, and Dan Carcillo. He wove his way onto the dance floor, making a beeline for his girlfriend who was currently dancing in between Mike and Jeff. Mike saw him coming, nodding to Jeff who looked in Claude’s direction before quickly spotting a puck bunny who had been eyeing him for the last 15 minutes and excusing himself from their little dancing threesome by giving her a slap on the ass.

Claude thanked him with a nod before quickly taking Jeff’s space behind Claire, his hands instantly finding themselves lightly gripping her waist. The familiar feeling of his hands on her hips announced his presence to her. The three danced together for a little while longer until Mike dismissed himself to go get another drink, leaving the young couple to their own devices on the dance floor.

They tried to maintain as safe a distance between them that the large, writhing crowd of people that surrounded them would allow until Claude couldn’t take anymore and pulled her flush against him. She didn’t protest, following the sway of his hips with fervour. He couldn’t seem to stop his hands from wandering down her sides and to her inner thighs, leaving a burning trail on her skin each time. He wanted her. God, how he wanted her.

He discretely nuzzled into the crook of her neck, placing his lips on the sensitive skin, earning a barely audible moan from Claire. He was expertly working her up, his touch causing her skin to tingle in its wake. His hands continued roaming her body, drifting from her thighs to her sides and stomach, teasing her with his uncharacteristically forward public behaviour.

She pressed herself further back into him, adding a little more friction with her hips as they gyrated with his. He could feel his pants begin to tighten, unable to hide how easily she was turning him on. It was an almost cruel game the two played, she reached up as they danced, sensually combing her fingers through his curls or sporadically moving her hips with sharper motions against him. In response, he’d nip and suck at her neck or allow his hands to “accidentally” brush her breasts or dangerously close to sliding under her dress.

She could feel his arousal pressing against her and he could tell by the way her body was flushed and wracked with shivers at his touch that she was hot for him too. She melted into his touch. All fears of being discovered were thrown out the window. The two got each other more and more worked up with each passing second. She shivered as his lips brushed her ear, “Wanna get out of here?”

She nodded, her ability to speak abandoning her as he grabbed her hand, pulling her along as they made their way back to the VIP section to grab their coats. They bid their friends goodbye, both feigning tiredness and Claire claiming she had a bit of a headache. The guys told her to feel better and said their goodbyes telling them they’d see them in the morning. “Take good care of her G,” Mike said, patting him on the shoulder before slipping something into Claude’s pocket before the two made their way to the exit, leaving behind a grinning Scott, Jeff, and Mike who exchanged knowing glances as they watched the two 22-year-olds all but sprint out of the packed club.

The cab ride over was short and they two managed to behave and keep their hands to themselves for the most part, her fingers twined with his to keep them from wandering. When they pulled up at the hotel, Claude nearly threw the cash to the driver in his haste as he hustled his girlfriend from the car and made it up to her room in record time.

The moment they stopped at her door his lips instantly pressed themselves to her neck and his hands began roaming around. She fumbled around in her purse for her key card, missing the lock several times before finally managing to get the door open. They stumbled inside her room, her lips attaching to his as soon as she could turn around as he closed the door behind him, never missing a beat.

Within seconds they had kicked off their shoes and he had her pinned against the wall, his lips glued to hers. Her fingers made quick work of unbuttoning his dress shirt, her cold hands exploring the expanse of his well-toned torso as soon as she had undone the last button. He shrugged of his shirt, his fingers teasingly grazing her sides before trailing their way down and tugging at the hem of her dress with a sense of urgency.

He quickly lifted her dress over her head, tossing it carelessly aside as he reattached his lips to hers. His hands explored every inch of newly exposed skin, drifting down and giving her ass a squeeze eliciting a moan from Claire before sliding down to the backs of her thighs. Her hands were placed firmly around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape as he effortlessly lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pushing off the wall, he carried her over to her bed and tossed her onto the mattress. He stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of his girlfriend lying in front of him, her breathing shallow, eyes dark with lust. He couldn’t help but admire the swell of her breasts and the curves of her gorgeous body so nicely complimented by her sexy, lacy black bra and panties. Her milky complexion seemed to glow in the dim lighting of her hotel room, contrasting with the dark curls that fanned out on the sheets below her.

She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, a seductive smile playing on her delicious pink lips. “What?” she asked, propping herself up on her elbows, an inquisitive glint in her darkened eyes. “Nothing,” he replied grinning cheekily as he crawled on top of her kissing and nipping his way up to her eagerly awaiting lips. “Nothing?” she asked between kisses. “What, a guy can’t just admire how gorgeous and unbelievably sexy his girlfriend looks?” he murmured, taking her lip gently between his teeth and tugging.

“No,” she smiled, “I guess not.” He chuckled reattaching his lips to hers, her fingers winding themselves in his ginger hair as he lay her flat on the bed with a leg between her thighs.

They kissed feverishly as she began unbuckling his belt and working on his pants soon after with renewed determination. He hissed into her neck as her fingers “innocently” grazed his rapidly hardening cock that so desperately wanted to escape from the confines of his underwear. In no time her bra and panties were thrown haphazardly across the room and his pants followed soon after.

He kneaded her breast as he attacked her neck and lips, rolling the stiffening nipple between his fingers as his other hand trailed down to her pussy, gently grazing her slit as she moaned at the contact. He was more than pleased to find her so wet for him, his cock twitching at the feel of her slickness. Her hips bucked as he gently circled her clit. “Fuck, Claude,” she gasped, “Stop teasing me.”

She let out another moan as his thumb circled her clit once again, her hips bucking at the feel of one of his fingers sliding into her core. He was driving her crazy and he was playing her like a fine tuned instrument, savouring the sound of her short gasps and small moans.

“Fuck,” she whined, “Claude, arrêtez de me taquiner. J'ai besoin de toi.” (Claude, stop teasing me. I need you.) That was all he needed, her words pushing him over the edge. In a flash, he had grabbed his pants, pulling out a foil packet, mentally reminding himself to thank Richie in the morning for slipping it into his pocket before they had left the club. He ripped off his underwear, and steadily rolled on the condom.

Claire bit her lip, taking in his size. She was no stranger to sex but Claude was definitely bigger than any of the guys she had experienced in the past. He crawled slowly on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He looked down at her as if to ask if she was okay to continue. She nodded, gasping as he slowly entered her.

He groaned, almost blowing his load as he began to gently work his way deeper into her tight, inviting pussy, “Shit, Claire. Vous êtes tellement serré.” (You’re so tight.) She bit her lip as he stretched out to accommodate him, letting out soft moans of discomfort. He was careful to make sure he didn’t hurt her, holding when he finally bottomed out so she could adjust to his size.

He kissed her tenderly, trying to distract her from any pain or discomfort, “You okay?” She nodded, wrapping her legs around his hips and bringing her lips to his. His thrusts were slow at first, almost like he was afraid that he could break her, but as she began moaning and mewling in pleasure, his confidence increased and his thrusts got faster as he near plowed her into the mattress, taking her sounds as encouragement.

Her hands clawed at his back, sure to leave marks in the morning as he muffled his own moans into her neck, murmuring dirty phrases in her ear, unable to revert back to English as he pounded into her. His words worked their magic, goading her on, almost challenging her to meet him thrust for thrust.

“I’m so close, Roo,” she gasped, nipping his ear lobe, her finger nails digging into his back. He threw her leg over his shoulder before continuing his pace, hoping he could hold back the massive orgasm he was just barely managing to keep at bay. He wanted her to finish first, refusing to let her go unsatisfied. His hopes and determination paid off when he felt her clamp down on him and her body shudder as her climax ripped through her, bringing him along for the ride. His lips clamped down on hers to muffle the loud moans that accompanied their orgasms as he exploded inside of her.

They rode it out before he finally pulled out and collapsed beside her. With a deep breath he forced himself to get up and remove the condom, cleaning himself up before returning to the bed and pulling her into his side. The sheets were drawn up over their spent bodies, her head resting on his chest as they waited for their breathing to calm down, savouring in the feeling of the tremendous orgasms that had consumed them only moments ago.

“That was…” she sighed, “That was just… wow.” He chuckled, kissing the top of her head, “Vous étiez incroyable, ma chérie.” (You were incredible, my darling.) She blushed, grinning as she kissed his chest, “Vous n'étiez pas si mauvais vous-même, Monsieur Giroux.” (You weren’t so bad yourself Mister Giroux.) He smirked giving her side a slight squeeze. “You should probably head back to your room before you get in trouble,” she mumbled, after a few minutes of silence the reality of where they were came crashing down on her. He sighed, rubbing her arm and twining his free hand with hers and bringing it to his lips, “Dois-je?” (Do I have to?)

“Yes, Claude, you do.” She didn’t like it either but the last thing the pair needed was to get caught, especially for being careless on a road trip. He groaned, knowing she was right but stayed where he was, making no movement to get up. “Can I at least stay until you fall asleep?” She sighed, snuggling more into his chest, seriously contemplating the answer to his question, “5 more minutes, then you have to get back.” He nodded, taking what he could get, knowing it’d probably be a while before they could do this again.

She was out like a light almost immediately, her breathing evening out as her boyfriend lay awake. He surpassed his promise of 5 minutes, staying double the time before finally easing himself out from under her and pulling on his clothes. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he quietly left the room, feeling the best he had in weeks.