Pond Hockey • Artemi Panarin

7

I stared at my phone, contemplating what I should do.

Should I call Artemi? No no that's a dumb idea.

Should I just pretend like it never happened?

Maybe I should just avoid him...yeah I'm going with the last one.

I stood up and brushed me messy hair. I splashed some cold water on my face and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I started taking out all of the ingredients for a sandwich, and quickly made one.

Just as I shoveled my first bite into my
mouth, I heard a familiar giggle and a Russian accent.

The lovely couple walked into the kitchen, and I almost spit out all of my food.

"Sloane!" Artemi called. I swallowed my food and turned to him, my eyes wide.

"I-uh-ahem-I'm gonnagoupstairs." I said quickly, running out of the kitchen.

"Wait!" He followed me, Anya staying inside the kitchen. "I think we should talk about last nigh-"

"What? Sorry I don't know what your talking about." I dodged the question and ran upstairs, not waiting for an response.

Well I guess the avoiding plan didn't really work out.

My phone buzzed besides me, and I opened up the message, instantly smiling. Andrew had texted me.

Andrew: hey, wanna hang?

Sloane: sure, come over in fifteen;)

Andrew: see you then xx

I smirked and tossed my phone on the table, standing up.

I changed into a pair of leggings, a baggy long sleeve shirt, and put on some heavy wool socks. For the next twenty minutes I waited around in my bedroom, until I heard a knock at the door. I began my voyage down the steps, but them stopped. The door had opened.

I peered around the room and saw Artemi had opened the door.

"Andrew?" I asked, running down the last few steps. I came down to the door and saw the two of them, staring at each other, daggers coming out of their eyes.

I stood in between them, but no one moved.

"Do you know eachothe-"

"Yes." Artemi answered coldly. I nodded and tugged Andrews shirt, pulling him inside. Artemi put on his shoes and walked out-saying a quick goodbye to Anya. I watched, slightly annoyed as Artemi kissed her cheek, making eye contact with me.

I cleared my throat, pulling Andrew upstairs with me.

"So how do you know Artemi?" I asked, shutting my door behind me.

"Hockey." Andrew said quickly, staring at the ground.

"He seems nice doesn't he?" I asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I guess so." He responded.

I leaned against my door as Andrew took a seat on the edge of my bed. My head was leaned down as we sat in awkward silence.

"He-"

"Enough about him." I looked up and Andrew was right in front of me, a smirk on his face.

"I." He took a step closer. "Want." Another one. "To." A smaller step. "Talk about..." He put his arms above my head and leaned over me. "You."

A blush formed on my cheeks as I looked at Andrew. I bit my lip trying not to smile, which caused Andrew to moan.

"Don't do that." He said, a sense of laughter and begging in his voice.

"Why not?" I challenged, biting it again.

"Be-because, it drives me...insane." Andrew swallowed, looking down at my lips.

"It does?" I asked innocently.

He nodded as I teased him. His head ducked down over my short body, his lips grazing over my head. He leaned down more, his noise touching my forehead. He slowly bent down, until he went in for a kiss. I dodged it, climbed out from under his arms, and jumping onto my bed.

"My god Sloane!" He groaned. I smirked, sitting up against the wall next to my bed.

He walked closer to me, before lunging at the bed. I yelped and went around him, running to my closet. He followed ran behind me, wrapping his arms around my back. I giggled, and he smiled back at me, pushing me against the wall.

Our laughs turned into seriousness, and his movements slowed. Andrews face reached mine, and he planted a kiss on my forehead, another one of my nose, and then on my cheek. I smirked against the kiss, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

His gentleness suddenly changed, and I was picked up abruptly, and pushed against the wall, his hands under my thighs.

He stared at me, and I looked back with the same passion-biting my lip. His eyes rolled, and he leaned in slowly, before smashing his lips into mine. I kissed back, running my fingers through his brown hair.

The kiss felt different...special. It was unlike anything I have ever felt. It wasn't like the first kiss, where I was out of it and confused, it was...rough, yet his soft lips made it gentle, it was playful yet passionate...it was...

We broke apart.

"Wow."

It was...wow.

Andrew dropped me on my bed, and sat down next to me.

His hand rested on my knee as we leaned against the wall, looking at each other.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too." I smiled, grabbing his hand. He intertwined our fingers, kissing my hand.

After a few hours of talking, Andrew left, leaving me lonely.

But it wasn't for long. There was a knock at the door...a familiar Russian appeared, a serious look on his face. He opened up his mouth, his eyes glaring at me.

"We need to talk."

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