Rating: I'm gonna go with R, for some language and things of an erotic nature.
Original Date of Completion: July 2002
Disclaimer: I own them all, and you can't have them. This is all fiction, so you can't sue me.
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Kris' POV
As I watched Shanny fire the puck at the empty net, I knew it was going in. And it did, and the entire city of Detroit exploded. The noise in the Joe was deafening. I could barely hear myself think. Not that I really needed to, the only thoughts running through my head were of the Cup. That is, until I felt his breath on my ear. I turned around and looked in Kirk's eyes, and instantly I drowned in the happiness. Just to be able to share this one with him, in this way, made it all so much better. He worked so hard these playoffs, harder than alot of us. I had never been more proud of him. He deserved this Cup. We yelled "We did it!" at each other, then threw our arms around each other, and everything be damned, we kissed. Full on the lips and everything. Not like anyone noticed, they were too busy watching Stevie and Shanny roll around on the ice.
Those forty seconds waiting for the game to end were the longest of my life. But the buzzer finally sounded, and three months worth of celebration began. We'd all been expecting it, but it was sweeter than we ever could've planned for. The excitement in the air was electric. Everyone was hugging, and kissing, and just generally molesting each other in excitement. Kirk and I clung to each other the whole time. His family didn't come (we FINALLY got rid of Shawn before the trip to Carolina), so Julie and I were really all he had with the exception of a few old friends. I personally couldn't think of two people I'd want to share this day with more. This ranked right up top on the greatest days of my life. And having the two of them next to me for it was a deciding factor in that.
The rest of the night went by in such a blur. A cloud of happiness settled over the Joe, and by the time the Cup was even brought out, my face hurt from smiling. Watching Nick win the Norris was great, not just because he deserved it, but because I won the bet Mac and I had over who would get it. Watching Scotty skate the Cup kinda put me in awe. I'd saw him do it twice before, but this one was different. Even before I knew, something told me this would be his last time. Then one by one, all of my teammates skated it around, some for the first time. You'll never get me to admit this again, but seeing the look on Luc's face as he skated it around brought tears to my eyes. I'll just blame it on the overflow of emotion floating around. I watched everyone skate it around, but I paid the most attention to Kirk. The look on his face was priceless. His eyes sparkled like I'd never seen them before. He looked so beautiful, even if that beard was beginning to take over his face. As much as I was loving the celebration, I couldn't wait until we could get out of sight, so I could just kiss him and remind him how much I loved him.
When we got in the back, we were finally pulled apart. Mac and Avery pulled Kirk away, leaving me with Julie, next to Luc and his "wife" making out in front of the cameras. Julie giggled as she watched them, and I rolled my eyes, in between drinks of champagne. Reporters swarmed all around, but anytime one came near me, Julie would "accidentally" step in their way, and they'd keep on walking. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
"Thank you," I said loudly, making sure she'd hear me.
"Hey, what are wives for? Right, Stacia?" Julie giggled, grinning over my shoulder at Stacia Robitaille.
Stacia winked and nodded her head. "God knows we serve no OTHER purpose to these two,"
I blushed instantly and looked away from them. That gave Luc perfect opportunity to attack with champagne, emptying all but a few drops of two bottles on my head. I closed my eyes tightly as the champagne dripped down my face, collecting in my beard. I scratched at my beard, and for the first time it occurred to me that I could finally shave it off. I quickly dug in my locker and located my razor. I didn't have any shaving cream with me, but that wasn't a big deal. One of the guys was bound to have some. I leaned down and kissed Julie on the cheek and told her where I was going. She giggled and said "Don't worry, me and Stace with amuse ourselves," as she jumped up on the bench and began to dance next to Stacia to the song "Bootylicious". Stacia whispered something in Julie's ear, and they burst into laughter. If I didn't know better, I'd swear they were flirting. I laughed at them and shook my head, then fought through the crowd in an attempt to get to the mirror.
When I get there, Tomas and Fishy are both standing shirtless in front of the mirror, covered in shaving cream. They both looked to be shaving (their faces, nothing else. I might run away in horror if they were doing anything else. Might), between guzzling beer and mauling each other that is. That was a new relationship on me, but it was good to see it. Maybe now the two of them wouldn't mope around and be lonely all the time. They paid no attention whatsoever to me as I stepped up to the mirror and snatched the can of shaving cream. Thankfully, all of it hadn't wound up on their bodies, and there was enough to cover my face. I moved as far away from them as possible; their drunken make out session included a lot of stumbling around, all I needed would be them bumping into me and making me slice a big hunk of skin off. I shaved very slowly and very carefully, but still by the time I was finished my skin burned. I soothed it with cold water as best I could, but it became painfully obvious that after shave would be needed. I cleaned my razor off and smiled at Fishy as he looked up at me and giggled. I ruffled his hair then walked back out into the crowd.
It seemed like even more people were around now, the opposite of which is supposed to happen as the night goes on. I couldn't even see my locker through the strum of people standing around. All I saw were Julie and Stacia's heads bobbing around as they continued to dance. I tried to push over to them, but I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and instantly tensed when I realized who had grabbed me. Sergei smiled almost wickedly and snatched me into a hug. A camera flash went off, immediately answering the question of why he'd hugged me. I pulled myself away from him and stared at him with a fake smile on my face.
"Congratulations, Drapes," Sergei yelled with a look on his face that makes me want to reach out and choke him.
"Yeah, you too," I replied through gritted teeth.
"Where's your better half? The male one,"
He smirked evilly and I glared at him. If no reporters were around, I would waste no time in kicking his ass. It's really a miracle one of us (Me, Kirk, or Mac) hasn't done it already, as often as he tries to start stuff with us. For the sake of the team, and for the sake of my family, I keep my patience. I usually hit him with some snide remark, and then walk away. I refused to let him bother me. I wouldn't let anything screw with what I have with Kirk, especially a biggot idiot like him. Tonight, I meant that double time.
"Kirk?" I asked loudly. "He's celebrating with his FAMILY. They cared enough about him to show up. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" I grinned at him then turned and walked away.
Kirk's family wasn't actually here, but Sergei didn't know that. He had a couple of friends from Guelph here, and as far as Sergei knows, they could be related. He's too stuck on himself to care about his teammates families. He probably doesn't even care about his own, which is probably why they didn't come. I don't think I could handle not having family with me tonight. If he wasn't trying to fuck things up with Kirk, I might almost feel sorry for the close minded, homophobic asshole. Almost.
I fought through the crowds, continuing my search for after shave. The Cup was now with Luc in front of my locker, so I gave up on any thoughts of going there. I looked around briefly and saw Avery standing with his friends in a somewhat clear side of the room. I sighed and started pushing my way back through the crowd. I made to Avery with one final jump from the crowd, which very well could've been a shove from behind. He laughed and took a drink of his beer.
"Hey, you got any aftershave? I'm dying here," I yelled, rubbing my cheek.
He took another drink from his beer then tossed the empty can into his locker. He burped and scratched at his beard. "Does it look like I've shaved yet? I don't even have the shit with me," He replied, leaning forward to speak into my ear.
I sighed and rubbed my cheeks again. "Where's Kirk?"
"He was going to shave, I think. If he can get near the mirror that is. Fishy and Homer were damn near sexing in there a minute ago."
I chuckled and slapped Sean on the shoulder. I said thank you in his ear then walked off to find Kirk. The crowd was slowly being cleared out, making my walk much easier than it had been all night. I saw Julie as the crowd cleared out, sitting on the bench next to Stacia with their wallets on their laps. 'Pictures.' I said to myself. 'They'll be busy for awhile.' When Julie gets the pictures out, she's easily busy for at least two hours. I walked past them and heard Julie yell for me. I stopped in my tracks and waited for her to join me. She sat the pictures down next to Stacia then almost hopped to where I was standing. I giggled at her and shook my head.
"Drunk?" I asked.
"Quite possibly," She replied happily. "Listen though," She said again, instantly serious. "You're not coming home tonight,"
"Huh?"
"Kris, you just won the Cup, together, on the same line even. You two should be together tonight,"
"Julie..." I tried to protest before she thrust her hand in my face, cutting me off.
"Don't argue with me Kris, you know I'll win," She chided.
"But..."
"Zip it, okay? You are going home with Kirk. You know he's who you want to spend tonight with anyway," Julie reached into my pockets and pulled out my car keys. "So I'll see you tomorrow,"
"Okay," I laughed, shaking my head. "I'll be home in the morning,"
She nodded her head and gave me a thumbs up. "Morning is good. I wouldn't try any earlier if I were you, I'm locking your ass out," She giggled, jingling the keys in front of me.
I laughed and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. With a "Have fun tonight, or else," she walked back over to Stacia. They talked for a few seconds, hugged, then Julie walked out the door. I shook my head again, but with a smile on my face. She really wowed me sometimes, and tonight was one of those nights. Not as if I needed convincing, but she basically ordered me to spend the night with my boyfriend. Actually, no basically about it, she straight up told me. I think I may have the coolest wife on the planet. She really deserves better than me....
I walked over and glanced toward the mirror, where I saw Kirk lathering up his face with shaving cream. I snuck up behind him slowly and goosed him in the ribs. He shrieked like a 12-year-old girl and dropped the can of shaving cream onto the floor. I threw my head back in laughter, getting a glare from him. But the glare quickly turned into a smile.
"What are you doing, goofball?" Kirk grinned and rubbed shaving cream on a bare spot of his neck. Maybe it's the alcohol that's seeped through my skin talking, but he looked really cute like that.
"Copping a cheap feel. What are you doing?"
He stopped the razor in mid-swipe, shaving only a tiny patch of hair right below his ear. He turned to me and stared with question in his eyes. I realized how stupid my question was, but seeing that look on his face was totally worth looking stupid and/or drunk. I just smiled goofily at him and didn't answer his question. He shook his head and sat the razor down into the Cup. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Hmm. I'm covered in shaving cream, standing in front of a mirror with a razor in my hand. I wonder what I'm doing?" He asked sarcastically
I snorted a laugh and smirked at him. "Well, you could be doing a solo version of what Fishy and Homer were doing here earlier,"
Instantly, his smile disappeared and he glared at me. I giggled and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed the razor from the Cup and brought it back to his face. It was in that very moment that a thought came to mind. I got a warm feeling from that thought that I really couldn't explain. But then again maybe I could explain it. I guess that I even had the opportunity to ask him gave me that warm feeling. I got these warm feelings a lot when I was with Kirk. Being with him these last few weeks have made me the happiest I've ever been. I really do love him, more than I ever thought possible. I smiled and walked over to him. I put my hand on his wrist to stop him from shaving.
"What are you doing? Do you not want me to get this five feet of fur off my face?" He laughed, setting the razor down into the Cup again.
"No, I do, but I kinda got an idea," I smiled at him and put my mouth next to his ear. I placed my hand on his neck and felt him shiver at the touch. I laughed softly, breathing into his ear. I felt him shiver again, and this time turned my head to laugh. When it was out of my system, I brought my lips to his ear, and placed a soft kiss to his earlobe.
"I want to shave for you, Kirk," I whispered in his ear.
"What?" He whispered, leaning closer to me.
"I want to shave you, like your face, you know. It just struck me as a cute boyfriend thing,"
My face was instantly hot and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I pulled away from Kirk and looked down at the ground. If Julie were here right now, she'd be making fun of me for blushing again. I can't help it though. This stuff is still new to me, and still makes me kinda nervous. It seemed like a good idea, but Kirk sounded a bit freaked out. I rubbed the back of my neck and continued to stare at the ground. Kirk had yet to move in front of me. Looking at the floor was beginning to make me dizzy, so slowly I lifted my head to look at him. When we connected eyes, a smile spread across his face.
"That is the best thing I've heard all day," Kirk smiled and grabbed my hand, pulling me the few inches closer to him.
I went along willingly, and put my hands on his waist. My eyes darted around the room, looking to see if anyone was around. When I saw the coast was clear, I leaned forward slowly and brought my lips to his. My lips had barely grazed his when I heard someone clear their throat behind us. We jumped apart and turned around toward the person. We were met with a hearty laugh and a big smile from Stevie. Kirk and I glanced at each other and shook our heads at our paranoia.
"Come on boys, don't stop on the account of me," Stevie laughed, leaning against the door frame.
I looked behind him and counted to five in my head. Right on time, Steve's shadow walked in behind him.
"Yeah, come on guys," Brendan chirped, hanging on Steve’s shoulder. "Give us a little kiss,"
Kirk and I rolled our eyes at them then smiled at each other. We still weren't big on the making out in public, but we'd learned we couldn't fight the guys when they wanted to see a kiss. There had to be lip contact of some kind or they'd hound us all day. I smirked at Kirk and put my hand on the back of his neck. Steve and Brendan whistled obnoxiously and raised their eyebrows at us. Again I rolled my eyes then leaned in and kissed Kirk on the cheek, garnering a mouthful of shaving cream. A camera flash went off almost instantly, capturing on film forever me kissing Kirk on his shaving cream-covered cheek in front of the Stanley Cup. I smiled at the thought. What a picture that would make for us to look at when we were old. I pulled back from Kirk with a laugh and wiped the shaving cream from my mouth.
"By the end of the month, that'll be on the desktop of every slasher on the internet," Brendan laughed, tossing his arms around Steve’s shoulders.
"Yeah, and all of them will be screaming 'Canon!' anytime they see it," Steve echoed, wiping tears from his eyes.
"If they only knew," Kirk giggled, shaving cream melting from his face and onto his t-shirt.
The four of us went silent then stared at each other. The silence didn't last long before all of us burst into laughter. Steve buried his head against Brendan's chest and mine set up camp on Kirk's shoulder. I can't honestly say if that conversation warranted these kind of laughs. But from the overflow of emotions that day, and maybe a little bit of champagne, none of us could seem to stop. By the time we finished, all of us had tears in our eyes and were gasping for breath. I wiped my eyes on Kirk's shirt and struggled to catch my breath. Steve hobbled forward and put his hands on the Cup.
"I need to get out of here before you guys kill me. Are you done with it?" He asked Kirk, motioning toward the Cup with his head.
"Uh, yeah," Kirk nodded and grabbed his razor from inside the Cup. "I'm just gonna shave at home," He said again, wiping the shaving cream onto a towel.
"Uh huh, I bet you are," Brendan winked and took the Cup from Steve's hands. Steve smacked him in the back of the head and took the Cup back.
"My knee is hurt, not my arms. Don't ever touch my Cup again," Steve scolded. If his hands weren't holding the Cup, I could see him shaking his finger at Shanny.
"But, my name is on the Cup just as many times as yours is," Brendan whined.
"Yes, but my name is better than yours. And I'm captain. AND I have more goals than you. AND more assists. And people like me better. AND I make more money than you. And..."
Brendan rolled his eyes then pulled Steve into a kiss, ending his tirade. Steve seemed shocked by the kiss, but he refused to let go of the Cup. It was pretty funny watching Brendan lean over the Cup on his tip toes to kiss Steve. Seeing them like that suddenly made me want to be closer to my boyfriend. So, getting brave, I walked around behind him and put my arms around his waist. He jumped in surprise, but then turned his head and smiled. I smiled back and kissed him on the cheek again, then rested my chin on his shoulder. We watched on with amusement as Steve and Brendan made out, the Stanley Cup sandwiched between them. As the Cup started slipping out of Steve's hands, they separated and grinned at each other line goons. After all the years they'd been together, they were still hot for each other like teenagers. It was very cute to see.
"And I'm a better kisser than you," Steve grinned and cinched up the Cup in his arms.
"And he's drunker than you," Kirk quipped, nodding his head.
Steve turned to us and grinned, then mocked us with an "Aww, how cute, new love." Kirk and I flipped him off and waved the two of them toward the door. They giggled, and with a "See you tomorrow" they were gone. Kirk turned in my arms and put his arms around my neck. It was kind of shocking to me we were getting like this in public, since both of us were so extremely paranoid someone would find out about us. But it was kind of nice. It was nice to just stand here like this, holding each other. There were no other pressures on us at that moment. The season was over, we achieved our goal. There was no media around thrusting microphones in our faces and asking us what our plans for the offseason were. There were hardly any of our teammates left. It was like me and Kirk were alone in the world. And with everything that had been going on the last few days, weeks, even months, that was the most comforting feeling in the world. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and ran my hands along his back. He sighed and laid his head on my shoulder.
"This is nice," I whispered.
"Mmm," He replied into my neck.
I giggled lightly and kissed him on the neck. "Come on, let's go home,"
Kirk pulled away from me and grinned hugely at me. I flashed a quick look of confusion at him, never taking my hands from his waist.
"Home. You said home," Kirk spoke giddily, his eyes lighting up.
I blushed and looked down at the floor. That thought didn't even occur to me when I said it. It just seemed to flow so naturally, it didn't even occur to me that we didn't actually have a *home*, per say. If Kirk and I had a home together, it was a Days Inn somewhere. We'd never even stayed the night together since we'd been together, beyond road trips. We'd never even shared a bed. There had been opportunities for it, but neither of us was really ready. Tonight though, tonight just seemed to be that night. It seemed kind of lame to get excited about it, but I was. I got to fall asleep next to my boyfriend tonight. So I guess for tonight, his home would be *home.* It would have to be, like Julie said, she was locking me out.
"Yeah, I guess I did," I said happily, wrapping my arms again around his waist.
"What makes you think I want a home with you?" He asked teasingly, a big smirk on his face.
"Um, this?"
I leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. The kiss was hesitant at first, but it quickly gained in heat. He sucked softly on my bottom lip, rendering me completely helpless from the feeling. When we broke apart, both of us were short of breath, and my lips burned from the friction of his beard. I rubbed my bottom lip, and he giggled. I frowned and shook my head.
That's it, that beard really needs to go. Come on,"
I grabbed him by the hand and led him back into the locker room. Only a few of the guys remained; Hully, Boyd, Chelly, and we barely registered on their radar as we walked by. We separated only long enough to grab our bags, then rejoined hands and walked out to the parking lot. Julie had taken my car when she'd left, so we tossed our stuff into the cramped trunk of his Mustang, and piled into the car. We shared a quick kiss before he started the car, then started on the drive to his house. There were butterflies running rampant in my stomach. Surprisingly it wasn't nerves from spending the night with him; when I thought about that, it actually killed some of the butterflies. It was nerves from the thought of shaving him. I don't honestly know where the idea came from. All I do know is that I wanted to do it. That he trusted me enough to do that was a really incredible feeling. And I really wanted to live up to that trust, to prove I was worthy of it. I guess I wanted to prove how much I loved him. And this was probably the only thing we were ready for.
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The second we were in Kirk's apartment we were in each other's arms. No kisses, no touching, just contact. We just held each other. We stayed like that for minutes, neither of us saying a word, just enjoying being together. The emotions of the last week had calmed. Thoughts could actually be formed that didn't involve hockey. All I could think about was how good it felt to be here, wrapped up in Kirk's arms, his breath hot on my neck, the scent of champagne playing at my nostrils. There really is no other place that I'd rather be tonight than right here with him.
Reluctantly we finally pulled apart, then made our way back to his bathroom. The realization that I was actually going to do this was starting to sink in, and I felt my palms beginning to sweat. Kirk noticed almost immediately, and pressed me up against the wall. Slowly, he brought his lips to mine, and we shared a series of light kisses. With each kiss, a little of the nervousness was released, but still some lingered. He smiled at me and grazed his hand down my cheek. The happiness was radiant in his blue eyes, which made butterflies dance in my stomach. I smiled at him, and he softly kissed me again.
"Kris, I trust you," He spoke softly, resting his hands on my shoulders.
If any one statement could quell the nervousness I had, that was it. I gripped him by the shirt and pulled him to me for another kiss. When we separated, he was grinning like a fool, and I couldn't help but giggle. I ran the back of my hand over his beard and smiled.
"One last time," I said, answering his silent question.
He smiled and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I crawled around behind him and knelt in the bathtub. I grabbed the can of shaving cream from the sink base and sprayed some into my hand. I tapped underneath his chin, and he leaned his head back, allowing me to rub the cream onto his face. He smiled up at me as I worked the cream in, and I couldn't help but kiss him on the forehead. I'd kiss him on the lips, but I'd gotten a mouthful of shaving cream once tonight, and that wasn't something I was dying to taste again. When I'd properly lathered him up, I reached over to the sink base and picked up his razor. I ran it under the tub faucet, lightly soaking my pants with water. Not as if a little water hurt, with all the other things I'd had poured on me today. I looked down at him and stared deeply into those aquatic blue eyes.
"Here goes nothing," I said softly. "If I cut an ear off, you've waived all right to sue by simply being here and letting me do this,"
He giggled softly and nodded his head. "Okay, it's a deal,"
I kissed him on the forehead then placed the razor just below his left ear. Slowly, I dragged the razor downward, trying my best to steady my usually shaky hands. When I finished the swipe and saw no blood, I smiled, smugly proud of myself. I ran the razor underneath the faucet again, then brought it back to his face. In the same slow motion, I dragged the razor down the next patch of hair, shaving it clean. As I watched the smoothness of Kirk's face return, I felt a stirring in my pants that I automatically ignored. Kirk's eyes were closed, so I shook my head, trying to eradicate that feeling. It wasn't 100% effective, but I was able to continue on without exploding in my jeans. With the same slow strokes, I shaved off the beard that swallowed his face. When I'd finished, he opened his eyes again and smiled up at me. I dabbed at his face with a towel, soaking up what little shaving cream remained. When he was clean, he slid off the tub and turned to face me. We shared a light kiss, but I stopped it before any kissing could begin. His mustache still remained, and my lips were torn up enough from all the kissing we'd done lately. I handed him the razor and touched him on the lip.
"Take care of that, then you can kiss me for real,"
He shook his head and put the razor back in my hand. "I trust you, Kris. You do it,"
Those butterflies started dancing in my stomach again, and I leaned forward and kissed him quickly. He knelt in front of me and leaned back on his feet. I sprayed a small dallop of shaving cream onto my finger, then worked it onto his moustache. I had to stifle a laugh when I finished; with his lip completely covered in white he looked like he was doing a milk commercial. I smiled at him and put the razor against his lip. Even slower than I’d shaved his beard, I dragged the razor down his lip. That stirring in my pants returned, and I called myself a pervert within my mind. He was staring directly at me this time, so there was no shaking of the head to make it go away. I stopped long enough to rinse the razor in the water to regain my composure, then returned to the task at hand. It took me no time at all to eliminate the moustache. When I finished, I wiped his lip clean with the towel and stared at him. Grizzly Adams' half brother was gone, and smooth-faced Kirk was back. I reached out and ran my hand slowly down his cheek, marveling at the softness. He leaned forward, and our lips met. As our lips mashed together, it occurred to me that this was the first time we'd kissed each other without beards eating our faces. I was instantly enveloped in giggles. I pulled away from him and leaned against him.
"What's wrong with you?" He laughed, stroking my back.
"Just thinking. Do you realize that was the first time we'd ever kissed without the beards?"
He looked at me like I was insane, then smirked. "And that makes you laugh? Well, you always were the weird one,"
I rolled my eyes and yanked him by the shirt back to me. We shared a long, heated kiss, then collapsed into an embrace. Like when we'd arrived earlier, we just held each other, neither speaking a word. We probably could've stayed like that forever, if I hadn't yawned. Kirk pulled away from me and kissed me on the forehead. He got to his feet and extended his hand, pulling me to mine.
Go get ready for bed, I'll clean up in here," He said sweetly, leaning against the sink.
"But..." I tried to say before he cut me off with a finger on the lips. That's happening a lot, maybe I should just stop trying to argue with people.
"No buts. Go lay down, I'll be in in a second,"
I nodded my head then kissed him softly again. I smiled at him then walked to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed, and was suddenly giddy. I finally got to fall asleep next to Kirk. Well, with Kirk, I guess. I fall asleep next to him on the road all the time, but he's an entire bed away. I smiled as I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the chair across the room. I undid my pants and kicked them to the floor. They too met the chair, then I crawled into bed. I pulled the sheet over me and leaned against the headboard as I waited for Kirk. Tonight was perfect in so many ways. Getting to end this night with Kirk only cemented that status. The old adage always said "There's nothing like winning a Stanley Cup." And that's true. But when you get to share it with the one you love, your best friend, your teammate all rolled into one, it only gets better.
When Kirk came into the bedroom, he'd already stripped down to his boxers. I couldn't peel my eyes away from his beauty. He must've noticed my staring, because I saw his cheeks go pink, and he crossed his arms over his chest. I giggled at him, and patted the spot next to me in bed. He crawled up the bed, and our lips met once again. The kiss lasted only briefly until he pulled away and got beneath the sheet. I slid down the bed until my head hit the pillow. He leaned down and kissed me again, then laid his head on my chest. He's usually the one doing it, but this time, I'm the one shivering. I hear a light laugh, and feel a kiss placed softly on my chest.
"I love you, Kris," He whispers as I reach over and shut off the lamp.
"I love you too, Kirk, so much,"
He sighed contentedly and cuddled up more on my chest. I ran my fingers softly through his hair, and felt my eyelids getting heavy. I couldn't decide earlier, but I think I'd made my decision now. This was the best Cup of the three. Not really for the game, but for the afterward. Falling asleep with Kirk in my arms for the first time would be something I'd never forget. And to have that happen on the night we won the Stanley Cup made this an untouchable memory. No matter how many more Cups we may win, this one will forever stand out. Because with this one came Kirk. And nothing could ever top that.
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