Flip Zimmerman x Reader - Hockey Player AU
A Hockey Captain
A Figure Skater
A Jealous Boyfriend
And an Olympic Dream.
You're aiming for gold. Flip is aiming for you.
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You woke the following morning with your head against a hard pillow. You knew budget hotel weren't the best but Jesus it was like sleeping on a brick wall. That's when you realised it wasn't your pillow, you were lying upon the hard and contoured muscle of Philip Zimmerman. At first you were shocked, but then you remembered what had happened last night. The dinner. The wine. The kiss. The elevator. The confessions.
All of it came back to you in a whirlwind which left nothing but confusion in it path... what did this mean for you now?
As if sensing your thoughts Flip stirred beneath you, pulling you impossibly closer with hands which rested on the curve of your butt. This was new. Andy had never cuddled with you, or been so affectionate. He'd never just held you. And you realised just how much you craved that sense of security Flip gave you whenever he was around.
With a shaky hand you reached up to brush his unruly hair from his eyes, your hand playing with the soft curls that formed in his sleep. His face was expressionless and resonating a sense of calm that you craved - he had never looked better. You didn't regret anything that you had done or said to him last night during your alcohol induced confession and cuddle session. Your only regret was that you couldn't give him 100% of you, like he already had. Because as much as you hated him, you still had a boyfriend and he wasn't the man you'd spent the night with. But you didn't care.
You swung your leg over Flip's, your thighs resting just above his hips as you trailed your hands up his shirtless frame. The denim beneath your bare legs digging into your skin.
After your embarrassing amount of tears had subsided, Flip handed you one of his flannel shirts - despite the pyjamas you'd packed for your trip - and instructed you to get changed in the adjoining bathroom, playfully smacking your ass as you walked past him. One you were changed he helped you brush you hair and clean your face before he tucked you up in bed and climbed in.
For most of the night you simply gazed at one another, hands exploring your bodies and trying to commit each others features to memory, not knowing the next time you could be like this. Together. You shared stories from your childhood, neither of you going into great detail... sensing a shared apprehension around sharing too much. Your family was complicated, and you guessed his was too.
And then you grew tired, the stress and excitement of the day hitting you all at once and forcing out a yawn. That's when Flip had pulled you against his chest, kissed your head and bid you a goodnight.
You'd never had such a peaceful night.
Your fingers worked over the indents of his toned muscles, showing just how hard he worked on the rink. His abs weren't obvious but they were there and the sight was enough to turn you on. Leaning down you left a trail of delicate kisses from his sternum to his clavicle, loving the feel and taste of his skin.
You felt him stir, his hands finding your hips and holding on tight as you left kisses on his neck.
"Sweetheart" he rasped, voice deep and heavy with sleep. Your lips trailed to his ear, biting his ear lobe before you whispered "Good Morning Philip".
