#issue is i dont have. space on my desk my desk is not very spacious

[frostbite-the-bat]

do you ever randomly get like. paranoid ? about your computer

yea

[dubersbutt]

can there be a second part of pld and the cheating girl? if not totally understand! i love your writing

TW: cheating

Lol I may or may not have gotten carried away this one

The Drabble in question can be found here 

You let yourself slump against the steering wheel once you pulled into the parking lot. You just got off the phone with your boyfriend after fighting about something stupid. You’ve been dating for a year now, and lately you just couldn’t stop fighting. Every little thing he did upset you, and vice versa.

You made yourself take five minutes to collect yourself before you get out of the car to go to work. When you walk into your physio office you set your bag down and start to get into your routine of spraying and wiping down the table before the boys start rolling in. You’re working on three of the boys today before their game. 

The first two come through with no issues and their normal routines. But you sighed when it came time for the third. Pierre-Luc Dubois - tall, muscular, and the reason for your current relationship problems. A few weeks ago one of your friends had come over for a girls night. A few glasses of wine later, your tipsy brain had let it slip that you found him very attractive. Unbeknownst to you, Sam was listening from your shared bedroom. From that moment, until the you stumbled up to the room, he had convinced himself that you were cheating on him - apparently not liking that your job consisted of having your hands on half naked men all day. He confronted you the next day. It took you awhile to convince him that it wasn’t true, but he eventually believed you. However, it still came up once in a while. 

This morning he made a side comment about keeping your hands to yourself and you may or may not have lost it on him. You spent the whole drive thinking about how you were going to break up with Sam once you got home after the game. You ran through different scenarios in your head while you worked on Boone Jenner; would he take it well? Would he scream? Then you thought about who would gain custody of your puppy. 

“Hey, (Y/N),” Pl says when he walks in.

“Hi Pl,” you respond, “Take your shirt off and sit on the bed,” you say as you turn and see he has already done so. 

He grins at you and you roll your eyes, “Hockey players, you’re all nudists.” 

“You don’t enjoy the view?” He says as he stretches on the exam bed. You have to tear your eyes away from the pale expanse of skin after you’ve been looking for probably a little too long. 

You roll your eyes again to play it off before you start working on his shoulders. You are a professional, you’re used to the feel of taunt muscles under your hands but Pierre is just so damn good looking you let your mind wander. You think about what it would be like to run your hands under his body in a different circumstance, one where you could lean down, kiss the exposed skin of his throat, run your nails down his abs. 

“You alright, (Y/N),” he asks, “Your grip is a little tighter than usual.” 

“Sorry,” you apologize hastily, pulling your arms back quickly, “Just a lot of stuff on my mind.”

“It’s alright,” he says, “Anything you need to talk about.” 

When you give him a look he flashes a smile at you, “C’mon, we’re friends, aren’t we.” 

“I think I’m contractually obligated to say no.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he grins, and his stupid smile wears you down.

“It’s nothing, just men really suck sometimes,” you say before you realize your talking to a man, “sorry.”

“Nah, I get it. I just got of the phone with my sister and she just gave me the ‘all men are trash’ speech.” 

You laugh and change the subject before finishing Pl’s session. 

~~~

Since you have to be there for the game you go for lunch with some of your colleagues instead of going home. You knew that Sam got the afternoon off today, and you were planning on spending time with him this morning, but now you have no desire to see his face.

By the time the game rolls around you do your pregame checks and ensure everyone is ready to go. Once puck drops you can relax, your job is done until the end. 

The jackets win 5-3 and you join the boys for a quick celly in the lockers before you need to get back to your office and prep for the boys post-game checkups. Cam is first, wanting to check his shoulder quickly before going to his family. When the next person arrives you’re surprised.

“Pl, Were you scheduled with me?”

“No,” he says. He’s panting a bit, like he ran here, “Boone’s on his way, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you.” 

You just cock your head at him in confusion.

He walks closer to you, getting closer. You know you should back away, create space between the two of you, but you don’t want to. You let him get closer until hes inches away from you, let him hold your hands in his. 

“I mean,” he leans close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, “I’m here if you ever want to...talk.” 

You think he’s going to lean in all the way and kiss you. Do the one thing you’ve thought about since you first saw him, but he pulls away when he’s centimetres away from your lips.  He starts walking to the door, and you’re calling out to him before you can stop yourself.

“Pierre,” you call, “I’m parked in the employee parking garage, by the lamppost.  Meet me by my car, I’ll be 20 minutes, 30 tops.” 

He gives you a small smile and a nod before he leaves. You lean against the desk to take some deep breathes to control yourself. Sam was basically your ex at this point. Spending the night with Pierre wasn’t cheating if you were going to break up with him right after, right? All these thoughts keep running through your head until you hear Boone knock at the door. 

~~~ 

When you get out to the parking lot Pl is inside of his car, now pulled next to yours. He drove a spacious SUV - which might have been odd considering he was single with no kids, but perfect for your plans. When he sees you he steps out of the car. 

As soon as you get near him you fist his jacket and pull him down to kiss you. He’s taken aback at first, but kisses you back with the same passion, pushing you back against his car. You reach behind you, fumbling until you can feel the door handle, and falling inside. His car is, thankfully, warm and the backseat provides enough space for your plans.

Once Pl is settled underneath you, you lean down to kiss him again, gripping the short hairs on the back of his neck. 

“Fuck,” he grunts when you grind down on his lap, “You’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted to do this since I’ve met you.” 

He leans up, kissing your neck. He trails down and unbuttons your dress shirt on his way down. You grind down on his thigh again you stop him.

“Take off your pants,” you command, “I’ve been horny for hours, I just want your dick.” 

He laughs but undoes his belt, but faulters when he starts on his zipper, “Fuck, do you have a condom?” 

You pull one from your jacket pocket, “I swiped one from the supply closet.”

“Those are in there?” He asks as he takes the packet from you.

“I dont buy the supplies, I just use them.” 

He gets the condom on and holds your hips while you lower yourself on. You let a deep breath as he bottoms out.

“Fuuuck,” you moan, “Your dick is so big, you’re going to have to give me a minute.” 

“Take all the time you need,” he murmurs as he kisses your neck. He notices the way you moan when he kisses behind your ear so he does it again, scraping his teeth against it. His fingers rub along your hips as you star to rock back and forth. 

You clench around him and he has to dig his nais into his palm to get a grip on reality again. He thrusts up to meet your hips, taking control back and setting the pace. He sets a quick pace, both of you too wound to take your time. Your hand comes down to brace yourself on the seat next to him. Your hair falls in your face, he reaches up to move it so he can lean up to kiss you. 

He reaches between you to circle your clit. You moan, the sound muffled by his kiss. 

“Pierre,” you moan as you feel that familiar pressure building up, “Don’t stop, please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it baby,” he says.

A few thrusts later you’re cumming with a scream, biting down on Pl’s shoulder to muffle the noise. You fall limp against him, letting fuck you until he follows. You stay in the backseat, breathing heavy, lying against Pierre as you try to collect yourselves. 

“You know,” Pierre says as after a few moments, “I thought you were just going to invite me for drinks.”

You laugh as you pull away from him, giving him a quick peck, “So was this as good as drinks?”

“Way, way better,” he says leaning up to kiss you again. 

You make out for a few more minutes before you decide leaving is absolutely mandatory. You put his number in your phone before you finally get on the road to your apartment. 

On the drive there you start to feel guilty. Sam never treated you wrong before, was always a god boyfriend - minus the last month. But you decided it was poetic; he thought you were cheating on him with pl but you only did because he was an ass. 

When you get home he’s sleeping on the couch with your puppy in his arms, the TV playing quietly in the background. There’s some take out containers on the coffe table in front of him.

You grab the remote from under him, walking him up.

“Hey,” he says quietly when he recognizes you, “you’re home late.”

“Yeah, Boone’s hip took more time than anticipated,” you lie smoothly, “And I swear I kept my hands to myself.”

He presses his mouth into a thin line, “Fuck, I’m sorry about that.”

You roll your eyes as you move to pet your puppy but he catches your hand and looks at you with remorse, “I mean it. I don’t know what’s gotten into me these past few weeks. I’m so so sorry. When you didn’t show up for lunch today I realized I’ve been such a stupid jerk.”

“Yeah, you have been,” you say, fully intending to tell him off but something stops you when you look a him. 

“No I mean it, I’m sorry,” he says as he grabs your hand, “I really hope you can forgive me. I was stupid and jealous and I was acting way out of line.” 

You have to take a deep breath.

“Let’s put it past us, okay? let’s just move on. I know you’d never cheat on me, and I’d never cheat on you.”

“Okay.”

His face lights up, “Really?”

You nod your head, “I’m willing to give this another shot if you are.”

You bite your lip nervously as he pulls you in for a hug. He pulls you on top of his lap to give you a kiss and your muscles start to feel heavy with guilt. He starts to deepen the kiss but you have to pull away. 

“Sam, baby, I’d love to but I’m really tired. I’ve had an extremely long day.”

He nods his head standing up and pulling you with him, “Of course, let’s go to bed.” 

You plug your phone into the charger when you notice you have one message notification. 

Pierre: Tonight was fun, but let me take you on a date so we can do it again