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Equilibrium	By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Taylor Pyatt. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3

The preseason flew by and the team’s regular season started on the road. I travelled with the guys and was at every practice and skate, mandatory or optional. The fans at home had to be kept up to date, after all.

The team was doing fairly well on the road, too. Py had found a home with the Twins, just like he wanted, and the rest of the new guys weren’t doing half bad either. But, the thing about being on a road trip is that everyone starts getting on everyone else’s nerves sooner or later.

We were in The Windy City, the day before the game against the Hawks when Blue Eyes burst through the door of my tiny hotel room a couple hours after dinner.

“God, learn to knock!” I said, grabbing the nearest thing to me, luckily for him, it was a pillow, and chucked it at him.

“You should learn to lock your door. I could have been a rapist or something,” he frowned, as he easily caught the pillow and tossed it back to me.

“Deal. I’ll lock, you knock. What’s wrong?”

“What? Nothing. Nothing’s wrong,” he said distractedly.

“Hello? Py, you just burst into my room for no reason?” At that, he turned and set those gorgeous blue eyes on me and stepped towards the bed where I sat with my laptop. My mouth went dry. Damn him. With my luck, he probably knew that he could turn me into a pile of nonsensical goo with just a look. That look. The one where, unlike most of the guys on the team, I felt like he could see me. Me, the stereotypical plain Jane; Mo’s adopted kid sister, Py saw past that and it was like my barrier was gone. And that thrilled me as much as it terrified me.

“…”

“Py…?” I felt self-conscious in my tee shirt and shorts with him looking at me like that, so I put my laptop aside and got up to grab a robe and closed the door.

“I flushed Kesler’s mp3 player,” he blurted.

I turned around, slipping the robe on and tying it.

“You did what? Why?”

“You don’t know what having him as room mate is like. The mess, the grooming products everywhere, the loud music… he’s driving me crazy!”

“And flushing his mp3 player helped, how? Well, I guess besides taking out the music issue,” I corrected, but he looked deep in thought so I continued, “So, what are you going to do? It’s the last night of the road trip. You gonna bunk with one of the other guys?”

He shook his head and said, “Look, you like me, right Sam?”

“What?!” I choked.

“We’re friends,” he clarified, his eyes searching mine. “Can I stay here? Just for tonight?” he asked, sounding desperate. A million thoughts raced through my head. Friends? Of course. But what the hell? Had I misread that look completely? I felt like a fool. Yes, of course, I was his friend. I was everybody’s friend.

“Please? I know Mo will probably give me shit for making you do this, but I just need a break from Kes.” He looked at me with such intensity that there was no way I could turn him away, the disappointment of being labelled the f-word mixing with the tingles I got from those damn eyes. Fucking hormones.

“… Do you know what they’ll all be saying tomorrow?” I could just picture the guys’ suggestive comments, the most annoying coming from Mo.

“Is that a ‘yes’?”

“… “ I took a deep breath, “It’s a ‘yes’,” I said, nodding slowly. I silently hoped I wouldn’t regret it, knowing that I probably would.

Blue Eyes came back fifteen minutes later with his stuff. Impressive, considering he and the rest of the guys were two floors up and down the hall from where I was with the rest of the tech crew and the trainers. I don’t know how we managed to fit everything into my closest of a room, but we did. He was that desperate.

“You want the shower first?” he asked.

“No, I’m going to post a couple more photos from today’s practice first. You go ahead,” I said, not taking my eyes of my laptop. It took only a couple of minutes to finish, so I turned on the last half of an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. The show was so… raunchy, but damnit if I didn’t it.

McDreamy had barely ended his marriage with his wife in her hotel room when McSteamy, the homewrecker and his ex-bestfriend, stepped out of the washroom from behind the both of them. I gasped, “What a slut!”

“Excuse me?”

I jumped. There, in front of me, stood my very own, although very clothed, McSteamy. Or was it McDreamy? McDreamy, definitely. Py wasn’t a manslut, after all.

“Oh, was just, uh, watching a show,” I said, closing the laptop while trying to get my pulse back to normal. Clean thoughts, Sam. Baby kittens, white clouds, big fully pillows, Blue Eyes on pillows. Naked. No! Bad!

“You okay there, Sam?” Py poked me in the arm, yawning into a smile.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I think I’ll have my shower now.” I went to my suitcase and grabbed some underwear, a dark tank, and pajama pants.

The long shower totally did the trick. My muscles had relaxed and I felt rejuvenated. I stepped out of the bathroom to find him fast asleep on his stomach. On the only bed. God, he looked good clad in a simple tee and basketball shorts. My fingers itched to take a picture of him, the puckbunny in me trying to rear its head out, but I fought the urge.

We hadn’t gotten around to deciding on sleeping arrangements and with just the lone twin sized bed, I sighed and grabbed a pillow that had fallen off the bed and turned to the carpet. The hockey fan in me felt like it was my duty to make sure he got a good night’s rest before the game tomorrow, even if it was against the struggling Black Hawks.

“No, come here, Sam,” mumbled a deep sleepy voice. Py looked at me through one eye and moved to make room for me.

“There’s no way we’re going to fit on that thing, Py,” I wrinkled my nose.

“So, it’ll be cozy. I’m down with that.” A smirk made a way to his lips. My heart skipped a beat. It was like fighting a losing war with this man. I turned away from him again, pretending to tidy up my open suitcase all the while cursing softly. Did he mean it? What to do, what to do. “I’m serious, come here. You’re not sleeping on the floor. I don’t bite, Scouts’ honour.”

“You were a Scout?” I said distractedly as I tried to delay the inevitable and sauntered my way to the bed, pillow in tow. He turned onto his side to make a bit more room and I slowly threw my legs over the bed and laid down, all the while wondering how we’d gotten to the point of sharing the tiny bed.

We were half a dozen inches away even before he reached out and pulled me away from the edge of the bed and closer to him. My heart pounded in my chest and I fought a need to reach out and touch the tiniest beginnings of stubble on his jaw.

“No, I lied,” Blue Eyes admitted before bringing his left hand up to brush away a wet bang from my face, caressing it tenderly before settling on my chin. “Sam?” I had unknowingly closed my eyes. I opened them slowly and was instantly lost in his.

And for the first time since we’d met, I gave into the pull I felt every time our eyes met and leaned forward to close the three-inch gab.

Loud knocking woke me early the next morning. “Mmm, I’ll get it,” said a deep voice behind me, but all Py did was stroke my bare arm and press kisses into my shoulder. The knocking grew more frantic, so I grudgingly pulled away from him and got up to open the door.

“Mo?” I squinted, rubbing my eyes.

“Sam, you haven’t seen Py around have you? He’s been missing since last night after a fight with Kes, I think. His stuff’s gone too.” Mo was fully dressed in jeans and a long sleeve, his voice urgent.

“Oh God, he didn’t tell anyone?”

Mo looked confused. “Didn’t tell anyone what?”

“I bunked with Sam last night,” Py said as he came to the door and put a hand on my shoulder. “Sorry, if I worried anyone. I just needed to get away from Kes.” He ran his hand through his short hair.

“And what? Into Sam’s pants?” came the automatic reply.

“I’m right here, Mo. And it’s not like it’s any of your business,” I said, throwing in an eye roll.

“Is he there?” called a voice from down the hall.

“Yeah, he’s here,” Mo turned and yelled. “We’ve got practice at ten, man” he faced us again, staring at Py’s hand which still rested on my shoulder.

“I knew it! Getting some action, eh, Py?” Kevin poked his head in over Mo’s shoulder and offered a smirk. Mo looked annoyed.

“No, he wasn’t. You know what? We’ll see you all at the rink,” I told them just as a couple of the more guys came to the door. Mo looked like he was about to protest, but I quickly closed the door on him and locked it, then turned around to lean on it.

“He will now, I bet,” someone sniggered on the other side, laughter following the footsteps as they walked down the hall. I brought my fingers to the side of my head and massaged my temple. It was too early for all of this. I pushed myself off the door back towards the bed, when Py reached out and grabbed my wrist.

“Sorry, I should’ve told one of them, but they probably would have had the same reaction anyways, you know.” I nodded, not turning around to face him. “Sam. Look at me.” I refused. Those bloody things were a trap. “Sam.” Py stepped in front of me and lifted my chin upwards. I gave in and looked at him. “So, now that they’ve assumed we’ve slept together, what do you say?” he winked, eyes twinkling. I broke away and whacked him, breaking into a smile.

“‘What do you say?’ God, that’s such sweet offer,” I said sarcastically, running a finger across his chest before glancing up at him, “But I think I’m going to need a bit more convincing.” The playful glint in my eye made him growl slightly as he cupped the back of my head and brought his lips down in a searing kiss, his lips as firm and cool as they were last night. ‘Friend’, my ass.

I brought my hands up and swept them through his hair as his ran past my shoulder, grazing my breasts. I moaned at the contact and he took that opportunity to deepen the kiss, dragging his tongue across mine. I didn’t realize that we had been moving until my back pressed up against a wall and I broke the kiss in surprise. He lifted his hand and tucked my hair around my ear and placed his forehead against mine. I stared into the blue depths, trying to catch my breath and noticed that he, too, was attempting to get oxygen into his lungs.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I breathed. It was nothing like the innocent, tender kisses last night. Pyatt smirked, tracing my swollen lips with his index finger. Perhaps he was a McSteamy. But before I could continue that train of thought, he kissed me again, our noses sliding past one another to angle our mouths better. I nipped at his lower lip as he rested his hands on my waist, but soon the lack of oxygen caught up to me and I pulled away, panting lightly.

“Practice. Lots,” he drew me close again, “and lots, of practice.”
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