icebreaker | nolan patrick

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Fiona
Center City, Philadelphia

These past few weeks have been super stressful. The post-exam chill time has worn off and my second semester of sophomore year is in full swing. I had multi-thousand word research papers in almost all of my classes due in the last two weeks and I've never been more mentally exhausted. Thankfully, today is Saturday, so I have two days until I'm back in hell.

This morning I woke up to an empty other side of the bed. I checked my phone for a bit, seeing a text from Nolan saying that he had to head to the skate. After about ten minutes, I got hungry and decided to see if Nolan could possibly have some food, doubtful though.

I was surprised to see a little bouquet of roses sitting on the counter with an envelope resting beside it.

Fi,
I know what a stressful week you've had so go have some fun. Games at 7. Go get your hair and nails done or whatever girls do, just spend as much of my money as you can in 8 hours. Love you lots baby. Have fun :)
Also, TK drove today and the keys are on the hook.

Also inside of the envelope was Nolan's debit card. I pulled out my phone and sent him a text, slightly reprimanding him and also threatening to buy myself a car. Knowing him, he would jokingly say to just make sure it was expensive.

I went and grabbed one of Nolan's Flyers sweatshirts with "Patrick" embroidered into the sleeve. I slid on a pair of white leggings that I had in the drawer that Nolan gave me to store clothes I want to keep here.

I grabbed the keys and headed down to the parking garage. I connected my phone to the bluetooth, playing some throwback Beyoncé songs to get me in the boss bitch mood.

My first stop was one of my favorite nail salons in Philly. I picked out a light baby pink color, just getting gel since I've been growing out my nails, and I just rip off my acrylics every time i get them.

Next, I thought, since he told me to spend as much as I can, I should get my hair done. I've only ever gotten my hair done back home so I wasn't aware of many salons here. I went on Yelp, searching "hair salons" and finding an adorable place on 3rd street.

I've gotten highlights before, which have since faded. My hair is naturally dark brown and wavy, so I decided to get some chunky highlights and a Brazilian blowout.

As I was deciding what to do next, I got a text from Nolan.

If you're not doing anything, there's something at Wells Fargo for you. Go straight to the shop ;)

I sent a quick reply, immediately heading over to the arena. It was a few hours before the game started so there wasn't too much traffic to get there, besides the usual Saturday traffic.

I walked up to the outside door of the shop, pulling my phone out to text Nolan, asking him how I should get in, when the door opened.

Andrea's bright smile greeted me as she led me in.

"Nolan can't make it, but he told me where your gift is and asked me to give it to you," She said, going behind the counter and pulling out a big bag.

I pulled out the tissue paper, revealing a a black Flyers jersey, the new stadium series one. It had the number "19" and "Patrick" boldly adhered to it.

He had asked me if I wanted a jersey a few weeks ago. I didn't really care cause he gave me his sweatshirts to wear anyway, but I loved it. The black and orange contrast was pretty different than the usual white and orange.

I thanked Andrea for her help and bid her goodbye, even though I would probably see her after the game tonight.

I thought since Nolan had clearly put effort into making me feel special today, I should get something for him too. Well, technically for me but he would be the one enjoying it most.

I drove to the nearest mall, feeling incredibly cool in Nolan's shiny black Range Rover and my freshly done nails along with my new hair.

I went straight to Victoria's Secret, picking out some lingerie and a cute sweatshirt that I found. My next stop was the Vans store. My white slip-ons had seen better days, and with my new debit card I decided right now was the perfect time. Also got a pair of baby pink slip-ons while I was at it.

My next order of business was clothing. I went to Garage, picked out a few crop tops and tube tops, Lucky to get a new pair of jeans, which may have turned into three by the end.

I did feel bad for spending so much, but Nolan knows me and I'm sure he knew exactly what he was getting into by giving me his debit card.

By the end on my shopping trip, I had multiple bags in my hand and I was very happy. I couldn't wait to show Nolan the new lingerie I got.

At seven, I drove his car to the Wells Fargo Center. I've gotten used to driving such a nice car, but I definitely was nervous.

The game went well, we were playing the Anaheim Ducks. They've had a pretty bad season, so this game was no problem. We won 2-6. Nolan scored, which I'm sure will boost his confidence, something he's had a lot of in the past few weeks.

I waited for Nolan outside of the locker room, giving him a hug and a small kiss when he walked out.

We headed back to his apartment. He went to take his usual shower, I still think it's a little bit weird that he showers twice after his games.

I took advantage of that to put on my new outfit. I threw on Nolan's sweatshirt and my grey sweatpants, sitting on my phone until he exited.

Nolan's body, wrapped in a towel on the bottom half, definitely put me in the mood. I sat up from the bed, resting my chin on his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his muscular torso.

"I like your hair," He said, breathing heavily due to my hands slowly making their way down to the edge of his towel.

"Thank you," I responded, "Also, thank you for today. It was amazing."

"I gotta treat my girl like the princess she is," He flirted, turning around and placing his hands on my waist.

I breathed in the scent of his body wash, and began to lean in. His hands slowly moved down to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze as he lifted my legs to wrap around his waist.

"Shit, Fi," Nolan whispered, pressing my body against his.

He led us to the bed, sitting down while I was straddling his hips. He slowly lifted my sweatshirt over my head, swallowing hard as he took a good look at my bra.

"You're so fucking sexy," He breathed, as I moved my hand down to massage his hard dick.

He took a sharp breath in, lifting his hips to increase the friction between us.

"Is this what you spent three-hundred dollars on today at Victoria's Secret?" Nolan said seductively.

"There's more, but you'll just have wait," I teased him, sending him over the edge.

"I'm so fucking lucky."

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um so fucking trashed right now idk how i wrote this but it's probably so shitty and so many typos i literally took 7 shots. going to bed gn