Heaven Sent (Loki/Asgard Fanfiction - Aislinn's Story)

Chapter Ninety-One

The arena was just as crowded as it had been the day before, but to Aislinn, it felt like there was a charge in the air, one that crackled along her skin and through her hair. Somerset Valley was one match away from their first state title and it was all she could do to keep from chewing on her fingernails.

Beside her, Heather sipped from her coffee cup, lowering it to say, "Did you dress Coach this morning? He looks very urbane."

Aislinn smiled. "I did not. He does just fine on his own."

He looked especially handsome in his gray trousers and black button down. His tie was black and silver, with swirls of yellow and blue through it, and he had started out with a suit jacket, but that hung from the back of his chair from the first minute of the first match. Now, he had the sleeves rolled almost to his elbows, the lights reflecting off the heavy steel watch, and his wedding band threw off flashes of light that were almost blinding.

"I can't look." Kristen had her hands up over her eyes, her own jewelry flashing as badly. "I just can't look. How's Carlucci doing?"

Aislinn shook her head. "I don't know. And I should know, being the coach's wife and all."

"Hasn't Steve explained it to you?" Heather asked.

"Several times. For whatever reason, my brain refuses to retain the knowledge. Probably because he's got endless patience when it comes to me and what he teaches."

"Well, that's probably because he's afraid you won't give him any sex if he gets annoyed." This came from Kristen, who was still hiding behind her hands.

Aislinn snorted at the thought. Somehow, she couldn't imagine not wanting to have sex with Steve. Impossible. As he said, should that time ever come, someone should make sure she still had a pulse.

"Honestly, Kris," Heather scoffed, reaching into the bag on the floor between her feet to come up with a cinnamon donut. "There isn't a woman alive who'd turn down the opportunity to see that man naked—" she jabbed the donut in Steve's direction—"or deny themselves what is probably amazing sex. Back me up on this, Aislinn."

Her cheeks warm, Aislinn nodded. "Not in a million years."

"See?" Heather took a bite of the donut. "We only get to imagine, she gets to live it."

"Wait a minute," Aislinn turned to Heather, "you imagine my husband naked?"

"Honey, that man is a national treasure." Heather gestured to the bag. "Donut?"

"Sure." Aislinn helped herself to a powdered sugar donut. "How many did you buy?"

"Enough to keep us wired until six tonight." Heather took another bite. "I didn't mean to weird you out, Aislinn, but you have to know. Women drool over Steve Molinaro and they have since September, two-thousand-six and I can't see that changing any time soon."

"Christ, Heather," Kristen pulled her hands away to stare at Heather, "the man is married. He's a father. His wife is sitting right here. Jesus, show a little decency."

A blush crept into Heather's cheeks. "Sorry, Aislinn. I have to confess, even I have a little bit of a crush on him."

Aislinn tried not to feel too weirded out by her confession. After all, she couldn't blame anyone female for lusting after Steve. He was handsome. He was in fantastic shape. He was a nice guy.

He was everything a girl could want in a man.

And he was hers.

She smiled. "It's okay. I mean, I would probably think the same thing if our roles were reversed."