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“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."