NHL Imagines

Cam Fowler

This was requested by @NeverStopDreaming, I hope you like it!

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It was opening night against the Sharks, and your strappy sandals and #4 Fowler shirt went great with the rather warm California weather.

You're best friend, Cam, had given you tickets to tonights rivalry game. You usually sat up in the box with all the other women, but this time you begged for regular tickets, and you got them. Center ice.

Throughout the whole game, you jumped up, cheered, chanted, and sang along, eating and drinking like a normal fan. All the things you couldn't do when you were up in the WAG's box, for it was looked down upon by some of the higher class and prissier women.

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Cam had a beautiful assist and played great as the defenseman he is.

After the game, you left your seat, rushing to beat the traffic, not in the parking lot, but in the halls. You made your way down to the locker room, dodging the huge crowd.

"What's up hot stuff?" You said, a smirk playing on your full lips as Cam emerged from the locker room in his suit, bag and sticks in hand.

"Very funny, Y/N." He responded, giving you a slight shove in a friendly and teasing manner.

"No seriously, you were on fire! Can I treat you to some post-game snacks, superstar?" You asked, looking up at the tall figure next to you.

"I would love that."

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After the two of you sat in the ice cream parlor until well after they wanted to close, Cam drove you back to your apartment, which was extremely close to his, seeing as you two were inseparable best friends.

He got out of his side of the car, rushing over to you opening your door like the gentleman he was. It didn't have to be a special occasion for him to present his manners and politeness; it was just in his nature.

"Hey, kiddo. Why do you seem so upset? You played amazing and I thought you really enjoyed yourself tonight." You questioned, genuinely worried.

"It's just so-ugh- complicated and I don't really know how to word this, so I'm just gonna do something instead of saying anything." He rambled on, confusing you as he continued speaking.

Fully comprehending what he just confessed was not an option, for he placed his big, rough hands, cupping your soft and petite face, planting his lips on yours, and taking you by surprise.

After the two of you shared a kiss filled with energy and emotion, he pulled away, still holding your fragile face and smiled.

"I've been wanting to do that forever."