The Mute Reporter

34- Six Years Earlier

Samuel Blackwell

>NSFW Warning<

I was in LA.

Dani told me to follow Jensen to the next away game he had to see how he handled traveling.

So here we were, in LA.

And it was an amazing time.

Jensen managed to pull out another win for his team, and meanwhile the crowd booed them, they didn't let it damper their moods.

I watched the replays on my tablet of Jensen cheering in excitement about winning, his team gathering around joyfully at another win in the books.

I was in my hotel room now, the tv playing at a low volume as I typed away on my laptop.

He was like a little kid with celebrating a win. But he handled it like an adult when it came to saying good game to the other team.

He knows how to have fun, yet be respectful all at the same time.

He didn't let losses effect him that much unless he felt like the pressure just got to heavy to carry. Then he gets really in his head.

A knock sounds behind my hotel room door, and I look over at it, wondering who could be bothering me so late in the night.

I shut my laptop, setting it on the bedside table and waking to the door, looking through the peephole.

I open the door right away, and Jensen gives me a big grin.

"Good, you're still up."

I just nod, and step aside, letting him in my room.

I lock the door behind me, and when I turn around, his hands are immediately on my waist and is pressing my body against the closed door.

My gaze locks with his, and he doesn't look drunk. A little exhausted from tonight's game is the only expression to really present itself.

"Why didn't you come down to celebrate with me? I texted you."

He did? I had my phone off, I began to review and write as soon as I got back to my room.

"I'll take that confused look as you didn't see it."

I just nod.

Jensen's large hands tighten around my waist, and he pushes me away from the door, and is slowly backing me up somewhere in the room.

The back of my thighs hit the edge of the bed, and that's when I felt his lips cover mine.

He moved quickly, urgently. Like he couldn't stand waiting any longer for this night.

Thankfully I knew Jensen well, and held out hope that he would show up tonight in my room.

His hands moved up from my waist and toyed with the hem of my shirt before pulling it up and over my head, his lips disconnecting from mine to do so.

I did my best not to instantly hide my body under his stare.

I was wearing the green lingerie he picked out a while ago, along with the silver chain.

No, I haven't talked to him about it yet. I was waiting until he was ready to tell me why he put it on me.

His dark eyes roam over the green lace and straps.

Jensen mumbles a curse under his breath, and after a minute of staring at me, his eyes roam back up to mine.

"Take your sweats off." His voice was dangerously low.