twelve.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Roxanne moaned into Lander's neck. He was on top of her on the couch, pressing himself in and out as fast as he could, pinning her wrists down. No chance in hell would he stop.

Until Mandy walked in.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Mandy screamed, her hands flying to her face, "MY EYES!"

"Godammit!" Roxanne shrieked, throwing Lander off her and onto the floor, "You're home early!"

Lander grinned and stood up, his hard-on completely visible, "How'd it go?"

"I said I'd be home by eleven, oh my freaking GOD that is disgusting!" Mandy shook her head, her back turned, "Put something on, fucking shit!"

Roxy tossed at pillow at Lander to cover his manhood, while she pulled on her clothes quickly, "I'm sorry, I miscalculated the time."

"We have a strict no boys rule here, Roxanne," Mandy said angrily, "And on top of that, I'm going to have to disinfect the couch."

"Don't worry, we already cleaned it." Lander blurted. Roxanne shot him a dirty look.

"You, put on your clothes, go home," Mandy said, "Seriously."

Roxy crossed her arms, "Mandy, be nice, it's my fault, I just think it's better that we not have it at work, you know? So bitchface won't catch us. I was just being safe!"

Mandy sighed, "Well, when you put it that way..."

Lander, who was now fully dressed, hunched when he walked to the front door to get his shoes, "Sorry, Mandy. Next time I'll bring her to my place."

Mandy shook her head, "No big deal, I just would have preferred to not see my friend fucking her boyfr-" Lander's cheeks flushed pink, but he seemed relieved when she chose not to finish the word. "I mean, fuckbuddy."

"Ok, well, I'll see you both at work tomorrow," he shot Roxy a smile, "Have a good night."

The second the door closed, Mandy's mouth dropped open, "You were totally right."

"About?"

"Lander's a big boy."

Roxy sighed, "I know, right?"


-


The next day, the locker room was filled with talk about the Oilers' opening game, which was going to be in two weeks. The team had been working well together in practice; Rexall Place was being cleaned and groomed to perfection for the home opener and the smaller arena was packed with fans eager to see the rookies practicing. It seemed Taylor, Jordan, Magnus and Lander were the main attractions.

Ryan Jones was one of the older guys on the team and had taken to the interns quite well. He was always making jokes, which made their slightly humiliating, degrading job a little less horrible. Jones was all smiles that morning when Roxanne walked in with her portfolio.

"Oooh, what's that?" Jones poked and prodded at the brown envelope she was carrying.

"My portfolio," she replied, smacking his hand away, "For school."

"Sweet, what school you applying to?"

"The Art Institute of California."

Jones raised his eyebrows and nodded, "WELL. We have some higher education here, people. Bow down or get out."

Roxy laughed, "Seriously, I'm still working on an application, nothing's set in stone."

"So if you're an artist, why you working for a hockey club?" Dustin Penner asked, settling in his stall next to Jones.

"The pay's good and it gets me out of the house," Roxy replied honestly.

"That and she gets to hang around with us studs all day," Jones puffed out his chest. Roxy rolled her eyes.

"So you have to finish a portfolio and then they judge your art?" Jordan Eberle quipped, passing through to the other side of Jones, "Seems unfair to judge art."

"That's the deal," Roxanne sighed, "I just hope mine's good enough. I'm finished everything but one piece." She lifted the sheet and her eyes fell to the bottom of the list, the only thing she had not completed: CHARCOAL RENDERED NUDE SKETCH. Where the hell was she going to find someone to pose naked?

Her thoughts were broken by a high-pitched girl voice.

"...and that's why I'm thinking we should just have it at Rouge, it's easier," Petra continued, "You're getting this, right?"

Geraldine was struggling to keep up with her Blackberry in hand, "Yeah yeah, it's going down..."

Petra stopped when she saw Mandy come around the corner and stand next to Roxanne.

"Rookie party," Petra said with a pursed smile, "Sorry, no interns invited."

"Shame," Mandy shook her head, "Because I really wanted to see your desperate little skank ass throwing yourself at the guys."

Petra shrugged, "I could have any one I want." Seeing Lander nearby, she grabbed him, "Luckily, I already do." Mandy saw Roxanne visibly shudder.

"Leave her alone, Petra," Jordan sighed.

"I don't need you to defend me." Mandy told him.

"Eberle, you're invited. Rouge on Third, make sure all the rookies get the invite. Doors open at midnight." Petra clasped Lander's arm, leaving white marks, "And if either of you little interns show up, I'll be sure to tell the bouncers to throw you out on your asses."

Those words being said, Petra walked off with Geraldine close behind. Lander reluctantly had to follow, casting a longing look at Roxy as he was dragged away.

"I didn't want to go to her party anyway," Jones huffed, going back to lacing his skates.

"But she invited you," Roxanne noted.

"I'm a sophomore," Jones explained, "Luckily I've got a date tonight."

Mandy crossed her arms, "Oh yeah? Who's the lucky lady?"

"Her name is Valerie, she's blonde, beautiful and stunning for five years old," Jones said with a smile, "My niece. Promised my sister I'd take her tonight."

Mandy laughed, "That's really nice of you."

"I love kids," Jones said with a nod, "However, if I were you, I'd go to the club anyway. Piss her off."

"But she said there were bouncers-"

"There's a back entrance," Jones explained, "Just go through the sub shop washroom next door, climb out of the window and the door is right next to the blue dumpster. It's always open."

"You say that like you've done it before," Taylor said as he walked by, his hand gently touching Mandy's shoulder. She smirked.

"Oh I did, tons of times last year," Jones said eagerly, "I mean it. Foolproof."

"It'll be boring with Petra and her friends," Jordan said, avoiding eye contact with Mandy, "I mean...at least you two have brains."

"Got more than that..." Jordan said under his breath. Roxy shot him a look.

"I think it's a great idea," Taylor said, "You two just go with us, we'll meet you at the back door to let you in, you know, just to be safe."

"So you're gonna sneak us in?" Roxy's eyes grew wide.

"That's the idea," Jordan grinned, "This is gonna be fun!"

eleven.

It was awkward, for both of them. Neither of them really knew the meaning of a relationship, and the fact they were sitting across from each other at the dinner table of some fancy restaurant they forgot the name of, was weird.

"Okay, you need to say something" Mandy finally piped up.

"You're not very talkative either"

"Dude, maybe this was a bad idea"

"Mandy, I want to know you, I really do"

"Why? I'm not really anything special Taylor"

He just sighed, "You obviously don't see what I see"

"You don't even know me"

"You won't let me"

"All I wanted from you was a lay, and I was supposed to just do my job and get out. But I got attached, it's like you're...this forbidden territory. I shouldn't have you, but I want you more than anything"

"Well, if we're being honest, you completely surprised me, I didn't expect more than that one night, but you kept coming back, and I couldn't say no to you"

"Well then...it seems we both feel something"

"I guess so"

"Maybe now we can get to know each other?"

"Okay, well, how about you tell me about yourself"

"Sure. I was born in Calgary, grew up with three brothers, and--"

"You grew up in Calgary? I did too, well I moved to Ontario, but I always come back to Calgary for a couple weeks in the summer"

It finally started to break open, they were talking to each other, and getting to know each other. Everything seemed really good, and they ended up staying longer than planned, til close actually.

"You think they're going to kick us out?" she chuckled.

"Maybe we should just leave, save them the hassle" he smiled leaving some cash on the table and grabbing her hand. Her head was spinning, she was starting to feel things she promised she wouldn't while she was in Edmonton. I guess things change.

"Walk you home? Obviously"

She smirked and intertwined her fingers with his. His eyes widened as he looked down and then back up at her, "Mandy, I--"

Before he could finish her lips met his, and this was a first for both of them. This was a kiss outside of sex, and for both of them, it meant something.

"Uh..." he was literally speechless, and she just smiled at him.

"I should get home"

He just sighed, "I don't want this to end"

"You have an early practice, I'm not keeping you up all night. Plus, Jordan would not appreciate it"

He sighed again, "Fine"

"Don't worry Taylor, we'll have more chances...I promise"

As they walked home, their hands were glued together. To Mandy, it's nothing she experienced with someone before, and for Taylor, he wasn't sure what to make of it.

They stopped in front of each other's apartments and Mandy gently kissed him goodbye, leaving him wanting more, "See you tomorrow Taylor"

"...Bye Mandy"

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ten .

“It is so cold out there, Roxanne, why the wait?”

“She wouldn’t leave!” Roxy snapped, closing the window behind him, “But now, we’re alone...”

“Way ahead of you,” Lander smirked, pulling her close for a deep kiss. Roxanne let his hands wander from her waist to her chest, feeling around as thought searching for something.

“You want?” she asked knowingly.

He took her hand and pressed it against his stiffness, “What do you think?

“Let me taste you,” he whispered, sending chills down her spine, “I have skill in my tongue, I’ve been told.”

Roxy raised an eyebrow, “Well, let me be the judge of that.”

They started to kiss again, this time a bit more passionately. Roxanne led him to the couch and pushed him down hard, her climbing on top. Just as easily as they had the first time, they kissed and peeled off each other's clothes, layer by layer. Eventually Roxanne was in her bra and Lander in just his boxers.

“You’re not completely naked yet,” Lander pointed out, “And, as I recall, when people have sex, they don’t wear clothes.”

Roxanne’s heart sank. Her biggest insecurity was her gigantic chest. Most girls would kill to be as busty as her, Roxy knew that, but not her. In school she’d been teased and stared at. Boys thought she was easy and so did everyone else. In fact, she hated her breasts, from the moment they’d appeared and made her the only fourteen-year-old in school with a D-cup.

But she had known he’d been eyeing her, and even though she’d tried to act like she was proud of her chest, she knew this would happen. Swallowing her fears and getting ready to have them painfully grabbed and bit (as all the others had), Roxanne pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra.

“Oh god, Roxanne...” Lander shook his head, “You’re beautiful.”

Not even the first time she’d had sex with someone had she been told that. Roxy gaped at him, “I am?”

Lander’s hands touched her gently, not assaulting like the boys she’d slept with before, “Yes, god yes...” His soft lips kissed her all over. He pressed his cheek to her left breast, “You smell so good, too...”

She held his head there for a moment, wondering why he was being like this. It was strange, and yet...it was nice. Lander was appreciating her, admiring her body, not treating her like a storage shed. He started to do something with his mouth, and she let out a small cry.

"I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

Roxanne shook her head in disbelief, "N-no, actually, it felt good." she smiled in spite of herself, "Really good. Keep going."

Lander smiled and continued, loving the feeling of Roxy's hands gripping clumps of his hair as he stimulated her. When she could take no more, he laid her down, parted her legs and promised to give her the best possible. She trusted him. She had to.

Three minutes later, Roxanne writhed beneath him. She’d never let a man touch her like this- and certainly not with his mouth. But it felt good, so good, that she couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping. Her hands gripped the sheets as he delved deeper and an electric shock coursed through her.

As if his tongue wasn’t teasing her enough, she suddenly felt him press two fingers inside of her. Roxy had felt him do that the first time, yes, but now with his mouth also working on her, the sensations were incredible. He was horribly good at this, and she felt his mouth and hands working at the same time. It was pure, wonderful torture.

“Lander, I can’t handle-”

Just before she could finish, he jammed his fingers in far enough to hit her sweet spot and sent her over the edge. Roxy let out a yelp and her back arched. Lander beamed as he withdrew, he loved the noise she made when she climaxed.

“Oh, my god...” Roxanne said, regaining her breath, “That was...you...I’ve never...”

Before she could attempt to finish, Lander pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her- hard. She felt dizzy afterwards, for some reason he gave that effect when they kissed. Hungry, she attacked his mouth for more. Kissing harder and then softer, Roxy was able to do that and remove his boxers, ready him and then – to his shock and pleasure – impale herself on him.

"Jesus, Roxanne!" he yelped, not ready to be fully inside her but now realizing he had no choice, "Oh wow..."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him, parting only to catch her breath. Lander didn't mind; he moaned into her mouth and enjoyed the feeling of her pressed against him fully naked this time. They stayed this way until he started building up.

"I'm getting close," he said hoarsely. Roxanne knew this before he told her; she fell back onto the couch and pressed on his hips so he delved in deep. This was starting to become to much for Lander and he started to go faster. His lips attached to her breast and suddenly she was riding the wave with him. Their bodies were completely entwined.

And then something unexpected happened.

Just as Lander experienced his climax, something happened with Roxanne. She felt herself being submerged into a whole new level of pleasure; it was almost painful. As it slowly faded, he noticed she was shuddering and shaky. Lander gently pulled out (as he had before) and gaped at the couch. Roxy sat up.

"Oh my god, the condom broke!"

Lander shook his head, "No it didn't. That's not me."

"How do you know! It wasn't me!" Roxy said, jumping up.

Lander smirked a little, "Actually, it was. Rox...that's a female orgasm. It's normal." He laughed a bit, "Well, sort of."

"What're you..." Roxy suddenly turned bright red, "Oh that is gross. I'M gross." She covered her face with her hands, and to her surprise she felt his arms around her.

"It's not. It's just physical proof that you had, well, a really really good one."

"It's disgusting. I've never done that before."

"Never?" Lander seemed surprised, "Wow. Guess I have skill."

"You have no idea," Roxy sighed, "Come on, let's shower...after I clean this up."

---

"...and then after the draft I went back home, and got the call."

"Mhmm..."

Lander smirked. He was standing behind her, massaging shampoo into her hair as the warm water fell down on them.

"You listening?"

"Totally..." Roxy was in a daze, his hands felt so good, "You have Swedish massage hands..."

Lander had to laugh at this one, "Oh yeah? Never noticed."

Roxy sighed, "Yeah...."

They eventually cleaned up and Roxanne went to her room to put on a slip. Taking the moment to look around the small living room, Lander saw a collection of framed photos on a shelf next to the tv. One was a miniature Roxanne, covered in mud, next to a smiling Mandy, who was holding an empty bucket. Another was the two girls, likely in their teens, together with big smiles outside of the Calgary Flames arena. The last was a more recent picture, with both girls at a party, hugging each other and waving bottles in the air. Lander admired Roxanne's bright smile.

He smiled as he glanced at the couch; he'd never done to a girl what he'd done to Roxanne. Back in Sweden, Timra to be exact, he was a legend for laying almost any attractive puckbunny that came his way, but none of them were like Roxy. She was different, and for some reason he wanted her more than once.

Of course, the sex was great- her body was amazing, he felt like he fit within her perfectly, and the way she kissed drove him crazy. But his stomach did a funny little turn whenever he saw her, or when she'd walk by at the arena and he'd catch a whiff of her hair. Lander never committed, that was forbidden and stupid, but he liked having her around.

Just before she walked in, his phone went off. Lander went to his coat and checked, seeing at least six message from Petra. He rolled his eyes and put it away.

"Who was that?"

Lander looked up, "Petra, she's just- wow." His eyes caught Roxy and looked her up and down in that tiny black slip she was wearing; it traced along her curves perfectly. Roxanne, feeling self conscious, crossed her arms, "Maybe I should go put on something else."

"No, you look..." he walked over to her, mouth wide open, "...amazing."

Roxy looked at the floor, "Oh...well...umm..."

Lander lifted her chin and kissed her softly, "Mmm. Taste good too." With ease he picked her up bridal-style and carried her to the couch, setting her down and getting snuggled up to her. Roxanne pulled the blanket over them and flicked on the television.

"Is Grey's on?" he asked non-chalantly.

"Grey's Anatomy?"

"Yeah."

Roxanne gave him a blank look.

"What?"

"You. Manly athlete. Like Grey's Anatomy."

"What, so that's weird?"

"Very," Roxanne giggled, "You're lucky I don't tell anyone."

Lander smirked and leaned over for a kiss, but she turned and he wound up against her neck. No worry. He seized the opportunity and started to suck on her neck, smiling as he heard a tiny moan escape from her lips.

"No!" she tried to fight him, but as always, he won. Roxanne closed her eyes, running a hand through his hair, letting him work on her. "Jesus, you're good at that..."

"So I've been told," he said, smirking against her skin, "I'm going to leave marks...all over you..."

"Is that a threat, Lander?"

"No, it's a promise."

nine ;

Mandy sat in her apartment, in sweatpants and a Flames t-shirt, it was a day off, which were rare right now. Roxy was out picking up a few groceries and she heard a knock on the door. She figured Roxy had her hands full and couldn't open the door. With a spoonful of Ben & Jerry's stuck in her mouth she opened the door, and to her surprise it wasn't Roxy.

"Taylor...hey"

"Okay, I know this might sound stupid, and random, but I want to take you out"

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Taylor for a minute, almost waiting for the laugh to come. But, he might have actually been serious, "But I thought you just wanted to--"

"We still can, but uh...I sound like such an idiot right now" he sighed.

"I'll go out with you Taylor" I shrugged, "I do like you..."

"Really?"

"Sure"

"Okay, well, I'll be here around 8 tonight?"

"Sure thing"

Mandy shut the door and stood staring at it for a minute, Did I actually just agree to go out with Taylor Hall? she thought. I told myself I wouldn't get into this, not here, not now.

The door opened a few moments later and Roxy walked in, catching the look of shock on my face, "Meet a ghost?" She asked setting the bag on the table.

"He uh--Taylor just uh...he--Taylor asked me out"

Roxy mirrored the expression on my face and then started laughing, "Are you joking?"

"I'm dead serious Roxy"

She stopped laughing and looked concerned for a minute, "Are you okay?"

"Shocked"

"I thought you two were just...fuckbuddies"

"So did I"

--

"You asked her out!?" Jordan exclaimed as Taylor flopped down on the couch.

"Yah. I don't know what compelled me to do it"

"So you do actually like her? Like, LIKE her"

"For some reason, I want to get to know her. Everything about her just seems, intriguing, and I want to know more"

Jordan just smirked and shook his head, "Are you starting to go soft on me?"

"Never" Taylor shot up from the couch, "We'll probably end up coming back here anyways"

"I hope so, I don't need my wingman going soft"

"I'm not your wingman, you're my wingman"

"Fuck you"

"We're each other's wingmen okay?"

He just sighed, "Fine, now be my wingman and help me get Petra in bed, will you?"

"That my friend, not even I can help you with"

--

8pm rolled around and Mandy took a final look in the mirror. She was in a black and white loose fitting tank top and black skinny jeans. She kept her hair straight and slipped on some dangly bracelets and her black flats.

"Why are you so cute?" Roxy sighed appearing in Mandy's room.

"Am I?"

"Oh come on, stop being so modest"

She just sighed, "This is weird for me, I've never been on a real date before, and he seemed really sincere when he asked me"

"I really can't say much about this, I'm about as confused as you are"

The butterflies started to grow in Mandy's stomach when she heard a knock on the door. Her entire body froze and Roxy rolled her eyes and opened it, "Hey Taylor"

"Hey, is--" he spotted Mandy and his eyes lit up. This is the first time he's seen her out of work, decently dressed up. Not in a towel, or sweatpants, she was beautiful.

"Hey Taylor" Mandy said meeting his gaze.

"Are you uh, ready--uh to, you know--uh...fuck"

"Let's just go"

"Have fun lovebirds!" Roxy joked as she shut the door behind them.

The moment they were out the door, Roxy opened the window by the fire escape and let him in, "I swear, I thought they'd never leave"