Je t'aime, tu sais?

"Patrice!" She called, her bent knees just touching the bottom of the dark granite whirl pool, her head floating with the steam above the hot water. She hadn't submerged her face yet, but a few damp curls hanging down the back of her neck from her messy bun helped warm her head. "Mon amour! Come!" She laughed, her hands locked around her arms, crossed in front of her bikini clad chest as she tried to ease the burn of her skin having submerged herself in the outdoor hot tub.
Patrice stood with his bare feet jammed into his black Timberland boots and blew into his balled fists, attempting to read the panel of controls on the nearby shed. Jamie continued to giggle and eye him from the warmth of the pool.
Again, she found herself in love with him. He looked ridiculous in his outfit; his skinny calves emerging from his boots, his knuckled knees trembling with cold, his thighs disappearing into his navy blue swim trunks. His chest was covered in a down jacket, and he had a Station Blu knit had pulled down over his ears. He shook violently in the Quebec cold.
"Quickly! Before you freeze! We don't need the jets!" She called, cupping a hand over her mouth and regretting it immediately as she felt it freeze. She plunged it under the hot water again.
Patrice turned to look at her dumbfoundedly. "Yes we need the jets!" He said, incredulously as he shook his head and returned to the panel. He pressed a button.
Nothing.
She heard him mumble a few swears in French and move his knees as if jogging in place.
"Patrice!" She whined. "Honey please..." she begged, longing to coddle him and make him warm again in the slippery wet.
He pressed another button, and a light inside the shed went on. He inquisitively opened the door to look into the small building.
"What is it?" She asked playfully from the tub.
"The sauna," he nodded, flashing her the thumbs up. "I'll keep it on so it's ready for us," he promised, winking and returning to the panel and pressing another button. Jamie squealed as the pool roared to life and within four long strides Patrice had stepped out of his boots, plunged his feet into the water slid his hips in and was struggling out of his down jacket, grimacing as hot water soaked his body and the cold air hit his bare chest. He threw the down jacket down at the side of the tub and sunk into the sizzling water, reaching for Jamie in its new warmth.
"You alright?" She asked, giggling, as she floated over to him, pulling her knees up to wrap her legs around his stomach, sitting on his bent knees and wrapping her warm arms around his chest. He was beginning to stop shaking; he laughed, shaking his head violently to right him out of his new warm heavenly daze.
"So nice," he laughed, his lips losing their blue tint.
"Mon amour," she cooed, rubbing her wet thumb across them and pressing her hot lips to his.
"Hm?" He asked into their kiss.
"Your lips!" She laughed. "They're blue!"
"Really?" He asked, cracking a smile and licking them.
"Yes!" Jamie pulled his sock hat off and pushed his face under the water, despite his gurgling protests and his flailing hand. She laughed until he found her with his bad hand under water and pulled her under, too.
They both came up searching for a breath of air and shocked that the other had pulled them under the water. Jamie was met with a big splash to her face and she coughed, utterly surprised. "Patrice!" she shrieked, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide. As soon as she cleared the water from her face she looked at him sitting on the bench that lined the hot tub a few feet away, safe from her retaliation with a shit eating grin on his face that was terrible at playing innocent.
"Oh no way! Nu-uh!" She laughed, slipping under the water and grabbing his ankle, pulling him off the bench and under the hot water, again.

"Tell me," he urged, a punk smile playing on his lips. His hand on the lower part of her back pulled her closer to him. With his other he brought warm water up to her exposed shoulders and trickled it on her skin. It glistened and steamed in the cold air. He placed a kiss on her collar bone.
"I thought you didn't want to know," she asked, playfully, giving him a smirk.
"Well I know you weren't a virgin," he justified. "How old were you?"
Jamie reached behind his shoulder for her glass of cold wine and looked at him with flirtatious eyes as she took a sip.
"C'mon," he urged, his big hands traveling up and down her slippery thighs as she sat on his knees, facing him. It was almost as if they had moved back in time a month and lay on his bed, kissing and asking one another questions again. This time, instead, they were on a weekend getaway together, cuddling and kissing in a hot tub outside in the middle of winter.
"Oh, I don't know," she laughed, locking her hands behind his neck and leaning back, away from him, dunking her shoulders and the back of her her neck and head into the water. He hungrily leaned forward and swept her chest and arched neck with kisses.
She giggled as she pulled herself up and set the glass of wine back down on the rock surrounding the pool behind him.
"I was nineteen," he offered.
"Yeah?" She asked, playing with the wet hair on the back of his neck, clumped together and freezing, exposed to the Quebec winter air.
"Yeah, it was at the IIHF World Championship. In Prague."
"In Prague?" She asked, giving him an inquisitive look.
"Yeah," he nodded. "The International Ice Hockey Federation Worlds. It was my first international tournament. I had just played my rookie year with the Bruins. I had notched a goal in the final game and helped win the tournament for Canada, I was feeling pretty high... youngest kid on the team, all that jazz."
"Mh hm," she breathed, sinking her shoulders under the water and moving her freezing hands from around his neck and to hard sides of his chest and stomach. They twitched as he let out a little laugh from her incidental tickle.
"I dunno. There was so much champagne in the locker room and then we went back to the hotel and raided the bar; I was young, I didn't even drink that much and I was a bit out of my element, but there was a young Czech waitress who had been around all week, and I guess I just kind of gave in to peer pressure. I thought it was what I was supposed to do..." he confessed, shrugging. He took a sip of his beer, and Jamie couldn't help but be smitten with him, even if he was talking about sleeping with another woman. The sharp turn on his jaw, the way his throat moved as he swigged his beer, the whole masculine look of him. This whole weekend he had just solidified his place in her heart; he was so young and boyish here, so open and laid back. She loved the hard working Patrice, but wouldn't mind seeing this one a bit more, too. "She was pretty persistent, though; I just kind of went with it."
"Yeah?"
"I dunno, like I said, I just thought it was what I was supposed to do!" He said, defensively, setting his beer down behind him and raising his hands out of the water. "I was supposed to lose my virginity at a big party, at a coming of age thing, I dunno, it's how I always precieved it to happen."
"No, no, Patrice," she giggled, grabbing his hands and bringing them to her stomach under water. He smiled, exposing his teeth as smoothed them over her bare belly.
"Hm?" He asked, giggly.
"You don't have to be embarrassed," she laughed.
"Oh, I know, it's just-I dunno. There's always quite a bit of man-talk around the locker room, and I was the youngest so some guys always assumed I wanted in on it. The guys had been trying to get me to go after this girl the whole tournament. I wanted to lose my virginity, too--I mean, not necessarily to her; I just in general. I was tired of pretending I already had," he laughed, blushing.
"Why'd you have to pretend?"
"It's not easy being a young kid not getting any in a locker room full of girl-crazy adolescent boys your whole young adult life," he laughed. "I got tired of laughing and going "oh, yeah," whenever someone talked about it. Figured they'd find out soon enough I was a virgin," he shrugged, sitting up straight and wrapping his elbow around her neck, bringing her face close to his. He placed a kiss on her temple.
"Did she know she took your virginity?" Jamie asked.
"Oh yeah, I mean, if she couldn't figure it out..." he laughed into his bottle, shaking his head. He took a quick swig. "But no, I told her. I mean, I tried to. She knew a little French. But really, I think she could tell," he laughed again. "Now tell me how you lost yours," he urged, making his eyebrows dance as he set his beer back down.
She rolled her eyes at him, flashing him a smirk. "Same age as you," she started, biting her lip and looking up as if trying to remember. "My first year at college, stereotypically," she giggled, blushing.

"So nineteen," he confirmed, running his hands up and down her back, careful to hold his broken fingers bound together with velcro away from her soft skin as not to scratch her.
"Mm hm," she nodded, leaning forward toward him and running her nose along his big one, her hands gripping high on his thighs. "And... like you, I thought it was probably time to lose it, but, I wanted it to be special, y'know, all that stupid girl stuff," she rolled her eyes.
"It's not stupid girl stuff; it's important stuff," he said, looking up at her sincerely. "The only reason I wasn't that upset about losing it to almost a complete stranger was that I wanted to lose it so badly and I was kind of drunk. I also never thought I'd meet anyone worth losing it to in the near future, being a Bruin," he confessed, shrugging a bit defeatedly. She pursed her lips and stroked his cheek with her thumb. "But you, you," he urged, taking her hand in his and kissing it.
"I dunno, but... I dunno," she laughed. "I ended up sleeping with a boyfriend I had had for a couple of months, but then after broke up with him--"
"Whu-like right after?" He asked, incredulously.
"No!" She laughed, sitting back on his knees and pushing his chest. "I'm not a wench!" They shared a hearty laugh. "I just... didn't like it enough, and I was worried now that we had done it it would be an expectation," she justified, shrugging. He loved how she was so sure of herself. He was pretty sure of himself most of the time, too, but she was just always so sure of herself; so strong in what she believed. Jamie never seemed to need anything, she was always content with what she had or she'd get it herself.
He was worried he'd struggle with that.
He wanted to give her everything. Himself, anything he could do, anything he could get her; he'd get her anything she ever needed.
... He'd have to cross that bridge when they came to it...
"That's terrible, y'know?" He asked, resting his big hands on her tiny hips. He loved how his thumbs could press into the soft front of her hipbones and his fingers could wrap around the back of them, playing with the ties of her black bikini. "Sex should never be an expectation in a relationship--"
"--No but I think it's a very important part of a relationship; at least a mature one," she interrupted.
"Well, yeah, I mean," he stumbled.
"Like, I don't think it should ever be like, in a contract," she laughed, taking a sip of her wine.
"Yeah, that's what I mean, like, it should be there, but it should be a want--on both ends." Her breast pressed into the side of his face as she placed her glass back down behind him. He didn't mind and they shared a giggle as she apologized.
"But, yeah, you should want to be close with your lover," she said, her voice dropping into a seductive tone.
"Yeah..." he breathed, letting his head lull to the side, looking up at her as if in a trance. He became increasingly aware of the steam twisting off the exposed tops of her tan shoulders, and her honey brown, bright eyes looking at him bright and wide.
She was so fucking sexy.
All the god damned time.
"Although, now, I think I have some expectations for you," she whispered, half closing her eyes as she kissed where his nose met his face.
"Yeah?" he breathed, wrapping his arms around her slim, wet back and bringing her close.
"Some very," she kissed the base of his ear.
"Very," she sucked on the lobe of his ear. His breath hitched in his throat.
"High," she traced her tongue down his jawline and nipped under his chin as he lay his head back on the edge of the tub, sighing, and slipping his hand between her spread legs, cupping her.
"Expectations," she purred, and before she could do anything, his manhood came bursting through his chest and he had grabbed the back of her head, turning her face to his so his lips to attack hers, and slipped her bathing suit bottom to the side, making room for his good fingers to explore between her legs.