I swayed my hips back and forth, swiveling them in tune with a beat in my head. The nipple tassels I wore were tickling my skin, making me grin faintly. I could feel Steve's eyes on me, and that knowledge was making my blood warmer as it flowed through my veins. The veil over the lower half of my face matched the gauzy scarf that I was twirling over my head, and I knew that it felt incredible against bare skin. I slowed my movements for a moment, staring down at Steve, into his wide brown eyes, and slipped the scarf around his neck, pulling him forward and reaching for his hands. I rested his hands at my waist and started gyrating my hips again, watching his mouth open slightly, almost in awe.

       He stood, planting kisses all along from my belly button to my neck, then he pulled off my veil, then kissed my lips. "A belly dancer. Jiri, that was so very hot," he whispered against my ear, wrapping his hands tight around me. "But those damn tassels are like fucking Kryptonite."

 

       I giggled as he pulled me across the room and laid me gently on the bed. His lips found mine again, and his long red cape draped over him, tickling at my bare arms. "I've never kissed a superhero before," I mused, tracing the giant S on his chest. He smiled and cradled my face in his hands.

 

       "You're beautiful, you know that?" he asked, his thumb stroking my cheek. I blushed, glancing away from him. "Really, Jiri. You are. Beautiful."

 

       "Thank you," I said quietly, then smiled shyly up at him, "So are you. So perfect."

 

       He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine, letting his body fall against mine. Our legs tangled up and his fingers slipped between mine as the kiss continued, my lips melting into his. My heart raced and my brain throbbed, my nerves jolting with every touch of his skin.

 

       It'd been unspoken, but he knew, as did I, that tonight was going to be it. Our first time. Physically, I was more than ready. I'd been ready the minute he stared up and down my body, expelling a long curse as he took in my costume. But emotionally, I was a wreck. I didn't know what I was doing. And besides...this was Stevie. My hero, my everything. I couldn't screw this up, not with him.

 

        He was sucking at my neck now, his tongue slipping over my skin every once in a while, and I couldn't stop a growl from escaping my throat. "I love you," I murmured against his hair. He smiled against my throat, then slid a finger under the waistband of the sparkly purple genie pants that completed my outfit. His hand rested on my hipbone, holding me to the bed.

 

       I reached for his cape, detaching it and dropping it to the ground, then tried to remove the rest of his Superman costume. Unfortunately, my fingers were shaking too badly to grasp the zipper. He smiled, sat up, and held my shaking hands. "Relax, love. Please. I'm nervous enough, and knowing that you're just as worried is killing me. I love you so much. I want you, but I don't want it to give one of us a nervous breakdown."

 

       I grinned back at him, took a deep breath, and tugged at his zipper again. This time, it easily slid down. I stopped at his waist and pulled the top half from his body, baring his perfect chest and shoulders to me. I'd seen him naked a million times, but it was different now. He pulled off his boots, then the red underwear that hadn't really hidden much. The blue leotard clung to his lower body, in all of the places that were already making me dizzy with desire.

 

       I reached up to take off the little purple tassels, but he stopped me. "No. Leave them on," he encouraged with a suggestive grin. Then he pulled the rest of his costume away, and I couldn't speak. He was so perfect. So male. So hard.

 

       I gasped at the wave of heat that washed over me, and he glanced at the floor for a moment, bashful, making my already throbbing cock ache with need. Steve Yzerman, the man that I loved more than anything in the world, was shy. And scared about what we were going to do.

 

       I'd never wanted anything the way I wanted him right then.

 

       I tugged off my pants, hurling them across the room with surprising force. He giggled, cuddling against me, naked save for the nipple tassels. He pressed a kiss to my nose, a tender gesture, one that contrasted with the nearly lewd way he was writhing his hips, making his cock rub against mine. His breathing quickened, and he reached for my shaft, letting the palm of his hand rub against the head, slipping easily over it because of the precum I'd leaked.

 

       "Ready?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching mine.

 

       I stared back at him, into the friendly brown of his eyes, the soft lines that had begun to appear at the corners of his mouth. So handsome and beautiful and wise all at once, and he was going to be inside of me. I shivered slightly, but in the most incredibly good way. "Always," I replied, pressing a kiss to his lips.

 

       He continued stroking me, and he reached over to the nightstand with the other hand, grabbing some lube. He let go of me, making me whimper, but he grinned "In a moment, love. Just a few more minutes. It'll make it much less painful."

 

       He squirted a generous amount onto his fingertips, then warmed it between his hands. Then he slipped his hands around my cock again. After the shock of the smooth, warm liquid settled to a dull amazement, it dawned on me. He was getting me ready. So that it would be easier. For me to be inside of him.

 

       My heart leapt to my throat, and I sucked in a sharp breath. "Stevie, what are you doing? I thought..."

 

       "Shh," he whispered, a faint smile on his lips. I want you inside of me. You've been there for me so much; I need you. I need to feel you connected to me, holding me together. Please?"

 

       I nodded slowly, and he rolled me onto my back, then straddled my hips. He positioned the head of my dick a whisper away from his entrance, and then he looked at me, eyes full of love and desire and something stronger. "Make me yours, Jiri."

 

       I swallowed hard, then grasped his hips and thrust. He cried out as the head of my cock entered him. His muscles tightened around me, and then he shuddered, and he relaxed again. That time he let me slide the rest of the way inside, a painstakingly slow process that left me breathless and ready to explode.

 

       There were tears in his eyes as he moved up and down over me, but he was smiling and moaning my name. I stared up at him in wonder, at his beautiful body, and whispered, "Mine..."

 

       He nodded, but didn't say anything coherent as

I wrapped my hand around his cock, pumping my hand in time with my hips. He breathed a curse as our rhythm quickened, grew more fervent. He came, crying out my name and shuddering against me. He collapsed against me, whispering my name against my ear, and the heat of his body against me sent me flying, twirling into a world of pleasure and fantasy that I'd never experienced before.

 

       When I came back to earth, he was laying next to me, curled under my arm. "I love you," he murmured lazily, his eyes tired from the effort. His finger swirled the tassel, and he giggled, "Keep these. They're fun."