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Moonlight 2

Ima put a little, uh, warning, thing, in the bottom. take it or leave it lmao

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS ACTUALLY BEING POSTED TUESDAY. THEN THE FINAL CHAPTER IS BEING POSTED THURSDAY AND THE PROLOGUE TO PLIE AND CLOUT ON FRIDAY. 

MUSIC: Dancing in the Moonlight - L'aupaire

love y'all's

-rabid

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So, I dig around in the back of my closet, through all my old stuff, and I root and I hunt, and the time ticks closer to nine o'clock, and then bingo. Dress. Man, this thing is old. But that is perfectly fine considering it's the only one I have.

In hindsight, I probably should've dealt with not having a dress or formal attire whatsoever. However, since I have no forward planning it seems, I've got an old formal dress.

Nine o'clock. I'm by the door, backpack, dress, hair up, looking at memes.

"Ding dong, I wish you had a doorbell," It's Fen.

"Heyo," I pull open the door.

Fen,

Fenrir.

He's outdone himself. He's in a suit. Not for the team. Not for a game. Not for anything. But me.

He's in a suit for me.

Only me.

I blush pink. He looks good. Loose hickory hair. The playoff beard finally looks good on him. I love it. I love the beard suddenly. The suit clings his shoulders and highlights his chest and legs.

"I got so lucky with you," he mumbles. I wander toward him, wanting to stare at him longer.

"Shush," I laugh. He slips his fingers into mine. "So, what are we doing?"

"I'm taking you to dinner, that's all."

"Sounds amazing," I think for a moment. "Don't people normally party tonight?"

"That's all for tomorrow. We agreed not to get fucked up tonight just so that we can go into tomorrow sane. Just for press stuff," He nods. "Mostly my idea, but,"

"That's good, I can deal with drunk hockey players, but hungover hockey players kind of suck,"

"As you would know,"

I wink at him. "As I would," He starts to swing our hands and I notice that he cut his beard again. "Did you do something to all that?" I lean over to give it a long look.

"Yeah, I had just enough time to cut off all that weird and excess length, again, for some reason it grows ridiculously fast when I don't get to it every day." He pulls his hand up to his face. "Why?"

"I didn't hate it, so I figured something changed."

"Hmm,"

"Okay, I like it, I like it a lot."

"Thanks," he looks at me and winks.

"You, Fen, mean a lot to me." I smile. "And shit you're hot in a suit."

"Yeah? Look at you, I'm having a hard time not hyperventilating."

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Eating takes four hours, which makes sense because it took an hour to get to his old german friend's restaurant. The food was absolutely insane, and I could have fallen asleep on the way back, but I didn't because his thumb was doing circles on the inside of my thigh, which is enough to keep me awake for the next year.

"So, Mr. Stanley cup, how are you feeling?" this earns a giddy laugh.

"Like nothing could be better," he glances at me. "Nothing."

"Mhmm," I smile. "I'm feeling that too," he parks in the lot near his house above the bakery. I start to get out, but he's already pulling open my door. He's got other plans once he has me out of the truck. His fingers are in my hair and he's kissing me with all his playoff energy. Giddy and jumpy and fast and intense. Enough to make my joints check out for the day.

"I want a redo, sometime," I mumble against his mouth.

He's out of breath. "Of what?"

"That one night, but no drinking, and no arguing."

"How does tonight sound?"

"Debatably amazing,"

"Well, now we have a plan."

So he locks the car and takes my hand, wandering at a slow pace up toward the bakery. The street lights are pretty at night, kind of casting this eerie springtime glow onto everything that's just starting to turn green. Just barely. Just a little green here and there, but of course, there's still snow peeking here and there, just little bits, and yeah, it's really cold still, but it's June in Canada, what did you expect.

Fen gets some water once we're in his kitchen again.

"I don't want this day to end, ever,"

"I know," I lean back against the counter. "I can't tell you how wild it's been to watch you guys over the year, I mean, I wanted to slam my head against the rink glass on your first game, and look at you now," I point to the hat sitting on his counter. "Look at that."

"Insane," He sighs. "God, it's, I probably can't even explain it, at all, like, it's just that much." he sets down the glass of water and walks over to me. "To be honest?"

"Yeah?"
"It's about fucking time for me to wake up, eh?"

"Wake up from what?"

"Wake up from all this," He waves rather wildly all around him. "There's no way in hell this is all real,"

"Like hell it's real," I grab him by the ears and kiss him. "And you're the goddamn best part. I wouldn't have given a single fuck if you had lost."

And then we take it as slow as we please. The three AM light filtering in through his bedroom windows from the moon. It's technically not the same day anymore, but, I guess days could be divided by nights of sleep, and since we haven't slept yet, it's still the same day.

"You alright?" Fen breaks off and looks up at me, the moonlight is drifting in the window, and it's settling on a strip of his skin over his eyes. His hair looks almost liquid like this, the blue looks as close to magic in the moonlight as I think it can get.

"I'm alright," I respond. He nods, his fingers dancing along my skin in no particular pattern. "Are you good with this?"

"Yes,"

And, well, it's crazy.

Insane. 

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OKAY. So we all know what happened, right. yeah? 

coolio.

-rabid