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The Contract | An 'Alone, Together' One-Shot

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A/N: I missed writing these two so much. Also, yes, I'm still crying about the contract being FULL TERM.

There were Cajun-spiced shrimp frying in a pan on the stove while Bee sliced a perfectly ripe avocado into thin slices before scooping it out with a spoon and laying them in the bowl that was already prepped with steaming hot rice. She’d already spooned out refried beans, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and red onions into the taco bowls, and with the shrimp almost done, she knew she’d have to call out to Morgan to hurry up in the shower since dinner was ready. Though she knew she still had to chop the green onions and cilantro, she figured everything would be ready in less than five minutes.

Before Bee could call out his name, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist – like they usually did during nights like this. Like clockwork, she soon felt Morgan’s body press up against hers, his head settling on her shoulder. “Smells delicious,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on her temple.

“Thanks. It’s actually almost ready,” she rubbed on his arm across her waist.

He stayed attached to her, not breaking apart like he usually did to set the table or get their drinks ready. While Bee knew the bowls were right in front of them, she sensed something different coming from Morgan – one that didn’t involve food. Maybe he had a tough practice today and he wanted to talk about it during dinner. Maybe one of his knees or ankles was bothering him again. Maybe he just wanted sex.

“They’re starting negotiations for my next contract,” he said softly.

Okay, that she wasn’t expecting. While she knew this was a contract year for Morgan – they’d talked about it at length already – she hadn’t been expecting talks and negotiations to be starting this early. And while Morgan explained to her that a lot would be negotiated between his agent and Kyle more than anything, he still had a say in what he wanted, how long he wanted, and any other intricacies of the contract. She spun around so she could look him in the eye. “Really?” she asked.

Morgan nodded. “It’s still obviously the very beginning, Bumblebee. Just preliminary talks. But yeah, they’re starting.”

“So your agent is going to tell Kyle what you’re expecting,” she said, as clarification more than anything else. “What…what we talked about.”

Morgan nodded again, wrapping his arms around her waist again, pulling her in. “Mhmm,” he hummed firmly, giving her a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “What we talked about.”

Though Bee had a few butterflies in her stomach, she wasn’t extremely nervous. She felt like Kyle, Brendan, other management, the whole team – hell, the entire city of Toronto – knew that he wanted to stay. But she also knew that hockey was a business, and that if the stories of Naz and Ashley, Jake and Lucy, Tyler, and Alannah and Zach told her anything, it was that anything could happen. Another team besides your own could offer you exactly what you wanted. Your own team could lowball you. Another team could have interest in bringing you in as the hometown boy and letting you become the star of the franchise. It was a complicated league, and a complicated business. She just hoped for the best, as she did with everything. “Okay,” she said, nodding once. “Okay. This is good, I guess.”

“You have to do me a favour, though,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“You can’t talk about it with any of the girls. Not Aryne, not Angie, not anybody. I just want to keep it secret and don’t want anybody knowing and making a big deal out of it by constantly asking questions. You know how I am.”

That would be hard. Bee usually looked to Aryne for help in navigating the hockey world. Aryne was so good with explaining things to her, and using the examples she’d been with through John’s career. And she talked to Angie about everything. Everything. But if Morgan didn’t want her talking, she wouldn’t. She knew how much this meant to him, and if anything got out, even the smallest piece of information, she also knew how much it would balloon and cause a circus in the media.

She pretended to zip up her lips. “My lips are sealed.”

Morgan kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

“You know what I wonder,” Aryne said as she changed Jace’s diaper on his changing table like a pro, looking between her young son and Bee standing at the foot of the dresser. “I wonder if Kyle or Mo’s agent has actually already approached the other, you know? To start negotiations.”

Bee’s body flared up. It was like Aryne was reading her mind, because it was all Bee had been thinking about since Morgan told her. “I don’t think that’s happened yet,” she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Why not?”

Fuck. Think quick! Think quick! “Because Morgan would have told me,” she came up with, hoping that was enough to satisfy Aryne.

Aryne pursed her lips, and for a brief moment Bee thought Aryne was going to tell her to cut the bullshit. But Aryne nodded instead. “You’re right,” she said as she finished cleaning up Jace. “And you would have told me.”

***

“It’s crazy, don’t you think?” Angie mused as she sipped on her smoothie from Booster Juice.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific,” Bee said as she took a sip from her own smoothie, making sure she didn’t walk in to another pedestrian on the sidewalk.

“It’s crazy that contract negotiations could be happening with Morgan right this very instant and you wouldn’t even know,” she said.

Bee tried not to blush. “The season just started, Angie. It’s not like there’s a time constraint because his contract is up tomorrow. We’re two games in.”

“Okay, fine, but what if it ends up playing out like Mitch Marner’s negotiations?” Angie asked.

Bee stopped dramatically on the sidewalk. “Angela Favero,” she said dramatically, eyeing her best friend. “First of all, Mitch was an RFA, and Morgan’s becoming a UFA. Second of all, do you honestly think Mo – Morgan Rielly – Morgan Frederick Rielly – my Morgan, would ever let his contract negotiations get like Mitch Marner’s?”

Angie cocked her head to the side. “Fair point,” she digressed, as the two women began walking again. “You’re right on that. Besides, you would have told me if they’d started early anyway.”

***

can u come to SBA for lunch?

Bee furrowed her brows as she looked down at Morgan’s text on her phone. Usually if he was off or available for lunch, he’d meet her at one of the many restaurants in the area to treat her. He’d never asked her to go to Scotiabank Arena before for lunch. She figured he was just running late from practice that morning.

I don’t have my pass with me. Can you come get me at the doors?

of course

text when you get here

love you

***

“It’s nice to see you Bee,” Kyle Dubas – yes, the Kyle Dubas – greeted her instead of Morgan at the doors of Scotiabank Arena.

Okay, so maybe Morgan was really running late from practice. “Nice to see you too, Kyle,” she smiled, walking with him across the foyer and through the big, heavy, black doors. Almost three years ago exactly, Ashley Kadri had burst through the same doors when the secretary wouldn’t let her in and thought she was probably some kind of robber or crazed fan girl. So much had changed since. “Is Morgan running late from practice or something?”

Kyle smiled, leading her into the elevator and letting her get in first like a gentleman. “Something like that,” he said, pressing one of the buttons, presumably to bring her to her boyfriend.

When the doors opened, though, she didn’t see her boyfriend. She didn’t see anything super familiar. All she saw were offices and office doors. She figured this was where Aberdeen did most of her work when she worked for Brendan, and Bee had half the mind to take a discreet picture and sent it to her with some sort of stupid caption like ‘I’m you for a day!’, especially since she was going to be waiting for Morgan.

“Follow me,” Kyle led her down the hall before knocking politely twice on a door as a warning before opening it.

When she stepped into the room, she realized it was a boardroom. And after she realized it was a board room, she noticed some familiar faces. Morgan’s agent, for one. Brendan Shanahan was another. Brandon Pridham was there too. And of course, right at the edge of the table, her boyfriend, the love of her life, Morgan Rielly.

“H—Hello,” she stuttered out nervously, even giving a small wave.

“Hi Bumblebee,” Morgan smiled.

“Ms. McTavish, sit,” Brendan gestured to the empty seat beside Morgan. As she took her spot, she noticed Kyle sitting in his, eyeing Morgan. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she said, still nervous as her eyes surveyed everyone in the room. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect,” Kyle smiled wide.

Bee had no idea why he was so happy. She turned her head to look at Morgan, only to find him already staring back at her. “What’s going on?”

“We’re staying in Toronto, Bumblebee,” he said, grabbing her hand in her lap.

Her heart stopped beating momentarily. It was like English suddenly became a foreign language to her, but then when she realized what those words actually meant, and the meaning behind them, her eyes lit up. “We’re staying?” she repeated.

“Morgan’s just agreed to an eight-year, $60 million contract extension,” Kyle said.

If Bee hadn’t been sitting, she would have fainted at that number. Instead, she whipped her head towards Kyle in disbelief before finally whipping her head back towards Morgan. “We’re staying?”

Morgan smiled. “We’re staying.”

***

Brendan had set them up with a dinner reservation at Scaramouche to celebrate, though the press release wouldn’t be released for another 48 hours, so they had to keep it a secret until then. Bee was bursting at the seams. She had finished work early so she could shower and prepare herself for her hot date night with her hunky, handsome, and charming boyfriend, who just so happened to have signed a brand new contract which kept them in the city for another eight years. She put on a dark green dress she knew he liked, along with a pair of heels, and curled her hair like she knew Morgan liked. She wasn’t overly done up, but she looked good, and when Morgan stepped out of their bathroom with his dress shirt on and an open collar, she was ready to cancel their dinner reservations and have her meal right then and there.

But they didn’t. They hopped in the car and drove up to Avenue Road and St. Clair, and took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, and when they were greeted by the host and led to their table, Bee could see the skyline all lit up in the night’s darkness.

Home. She was staying home.

Morgan explained how it all came together. He told her about talking to his agent and what his agent said, and talking to Kyle and what Kyle said, and talking to Brendan and what Brendan said, and he told her about the negotiations – what they went in with, the stipulations, what he wanted – everything Bee knew about, since they talked about it together. He explained to her the different clauses, and the ten team no-trade list, and the structure of his contract. What he didn’t have to explain was what Bee knew – that he took what they called a “team-friendly” deal to stay in Toronto. With all the contracts that had been signed by defencemen this summer, his value had gone up, whether artificially or not. But none of that mattered to him. Morgan wanted to stay with the Toronto Maple Leafs – he didn’t want to go anywhere else. And so he took less money to stay here. Less money, like John had done when he signed with Toronto in 2018.

“And I signed for you, Bumblebee,” he said, reaching across the table and holding her hand.

“For me? I had nothing to do with it,” she said.

“You had everything to do with it,” he countered, giving her a look only he could give her. “This is where we met and built our life, and we’re going to continue to build our lives here. It’s your home and it’s just as much my home now too because you’re here.”

She felt like she was on the verge of tears. She would have followed him anywhere, obviously – even though she would have absolutely loathed to leave Toronto – but he was right in saying that Toronto was their home, that they had built a life here. To know, finally, that they would continue to build their life together in Toronto, the city she loved so much, brought her a happiness she didn’t know she could feel.

***

Bee found herself on her hands and knees, just how she liked it.

Morgan had eaten her out within an inch of her life – seriously, she actually had to tell him to stop because it had been like, a countless amount of orgasms later and he was just being greedy at that point – and she had blown him within an inch of his life. But then he’d asked her to stop, and in his gruff, gravelly voice told her to get on her hands and knees. When she did so, and assumed position, and flipped her hair to look back at him over her shoulder while saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Yes, Mr. Rielly,” she knew he was done for.

His slick, hard cock filled her up perfectly, and she moaned out in delight at the feeling of his hands gripping her hips tightly. He wasted no time in pumping in and out of her, hot desperate cries escaping from her. “Fuck yes, Mr. Rielly. Fuck me.”

He spanked her for good measure, garnering a loud, excited yelp that he was desperate to hear over and over again. He did it a second time, and third time, and each time he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock and a string of expletives leave her mouth. There was nothing he loved more in this world than seeing her like this, than having her like this.

“You fuck me so good, Mr. Rielly,” she cried out, bouncing herself back on his cock. He watched her as she gripped their bedsheets, her knuckles white from the pressure.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl for me,” he said, pulling her back so she was flush against his chest. She leaned her head back into his shoulder. Morgan snaked one hand all the way up her body, stopping to pinch her nipples before gliding along her elongated neck. “You were such a good girl and kept your mouth shut.”

Morgan kissed her temple while he stuck two fingers in her mouth gently, feeling her tongue swirl around them to get them wet. When he took them out, he could see a smirk on Bee’s face. “That’s because I only open my mouth to feel your cock deep in my throat.”

Morgan let out a grunt, and he swore he spontaneously combusted and was brought back to life right then and there. “That’s right,” he said in a low voice. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

“Because I’m your good girl,” she huffed, feeling the fingers she’d just had in her mouth go directly to her clit.

“Cause you’re my good girl,” he began rubbing circles, automatically garnering whimpers from her. “Cause only I can make you feel this way.”

Bee nodded. “Only your big cock, Mr. Rielly. Only yours.”

They continued fucking, hot and sweaty and grunting and moaning, gasping for air and asking for more, legs trembling and overstimulating, spanking and screaming. Bee couldn’t keep count how many orgasms she’d had – she’d lost track when Morgan had been eating her out, if she was being completely honest – but she was still desperate to feel his release, to feel his hot cum in her pussy. “Fill me up, Mr. Rielly,” she begged. “I want you to fill me up.”

He was close – she knew he was. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes Mr. Rielly, please,” she continued to beg.

“We gonna build our family here? You and me?”

Bee smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Yes Mr. Rielly,” she whispered. “You and me, baby. Please please please fill me up with your cum.”

Morgan pumped a few more times before Bee could feel him exploding inside of her, filling her up just as she liked and just as she wanted. She cried out in pleasure loudly, her entire body trembling at the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling before her legs gave way and she collapsed on the bed gently, Morgan following as he kept his cock buried inside of her. As they caught their breaths, Morgan wrapped his arms around Bee’s body, keeping her as close as possible pressed against his body.

“I love you Bumblebee,” he whispered in her ear, his voice coarse.

“I love you too,” she replied, feeling one of his hands over her pussy and another cupping one of her breasts. “I will forever, Morgan.”

***

Aryne sounded like Regina George screaming after realizing Kalteen bars made someone gain weight instead of lose it. She almost broke Bee’s eardrum over the phone, if Bee was being honest. “He signed!” Aryne screamed. “He signed he signed he signed!!!!!”

“He did!”

“And for eight years! Bee! You’re staying! You’re staying with me!”

“We’re staying home!” she squealed, letting Aryne’s palpable excitement excite her too. “We’re staying home!”

***

Angie

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***

Tyler Ennis

Congratulations, sweetcheeks. So happy for u and Mo. Tell him he’s getting the bill next time I’m in town.

***

Ashley Kadri

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So happy for you and Mo, girl!!! You deserve it! Next time we see each other drinks are on me!!!

***

Lucy Gardiner

So much love for you and Mo! Jake, Hank, and Greta send their best wishes. So happy that you guys are staying home.

***

Aberdeen Bloom

We’re going to need to go for drinks to celebrate!!! Willy and I are ecstatic you guys are staying. We love you both so much ❤️ So happy you’re staying in your HOME!

***

Aleida Casillas-Andersen

❤️❤️❤️

Nobody deserves it more.

***

“Well those negotiations were a resounding success,” John mused as he had a giant smile on his face in the locker room. Both he and Morgan were taking off their gear, side-by-side in their stalls. The news had just dropped, and the team had found out during practice when Keefe told them. Everyone went crazy. John was excited. He knew Aryne was already over the moon. “Could have fucking told us, you know.”

Morgan chuckled, taking the tape off his socks. “Negotiations were easy. You boys know how much I wanted to stay. The next part is gonna be equally as tricky to keep from Bee.”

John furrowed his brows. “And what’s that?”

Morgan looked John dead in the eye. “You need to help me get the perfect engagement ring.”

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