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Scott knows that there’s no way that come tomorrow morning, he’ll be able to look at Tessa the same. Not after watching her cum under his tongue, crying out his name. But he certainly wouldn’t trade that experience. And it’s not even like he’s going to see her in a bad light either. No, what will really haunt him in the long run is the sight of her getting her bearings while he lays his head on her splayed out thigh, looking up at her entire body with the knowledge that even if another guy or guys get to see this, he was the first to do so.
“So, was that worth a burrito?” Scott finally asks in a joking manner once Tessa seems to be focused back in on what’s happening in the real world, wiping his fingers on the sheets when he pulls himself back up to the head of the bed. Then he has to reach over Tessa for his nightstand where he’s got the box of condoms Danny handed him as a housewarming gift. He hasn’t really had any need for it before this, but he’s thankful for his brother’s foresight.
“I think it could be argued that you earned one, yeah.” Tess agrees, smiling at him lazily as she runs her hand over his arm. If he wasn’t already turned on, he certainly is now, Christ. Post-orgasm glow is a real thing and Tessa looks like she’s been bathed in the stuff. He knows he’s stared at her too long, soaking up this moment in the same way he has to pause and soak up the moment whenever they win, when she starts frowning as if she thinks he’s seeing something wrong with her.
“What’s that face for?” she asks, sliding her hand back up his arm to rest against his neck.
“This is the face of a guy who just realized how perfect his dance partner is.”
“You’re a sap.”
“Always will be.”
“Good.” She whispers, and before he can attempt to dissect what that means, she’s pulling him in for another kiss and all other thoughts except for those relating to Tessa being naked under him completely disappear.
While it hit Tessa back in the living room that they were actually doing this, to Scott it still felt like another one of his wet dreams that he refuses to admit he has about her. Even with his face between her legs, he didn’t quite believe this was all happening in actual real life. After all, the Leafs were winning when she showed up looking hotter than he’d ever seen her. That could easily be the beginning of any porn film ever. It’s not until he’s laying over her and can actually feel every bit of her skin while they kiss that it really hits him because in all of his dreams everything was rushed. It was always because of the high of winning or because they were frustrated and needed to release the pent-up energy and Marina only gave them five minutes to get their heads on straight again. Never did he let himself imagine that they’d have the entire night and be able to do it without clothes being bunched up between them.
But now that he has that chance, and it’s really happening, he’s trying to be as focused and in the moment as possible, memorizing the feeling of Tessa tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck and hesitantly rolling her hips against his as they kiss. When those teasing rocks become nearly too much, he reaches down to hold her hips still, shaking his head as they catch their breath.
“If you keep up with that, I’m not going to last, T…”
“Then maybe you should get in me already.” She suggests, all fake confidence and unsure eyes as she slides her leg against his and he’s quite positive that this is what heaven feels like. So he nods and takes a deep breath before sitting up to put on the condom, more as an extra measure than an actually necessity because he’s well aware that she’s already on the pill and has been since she was fourteen and her periods were messing with her training too much.
“Can you look at me?” she asks nervously when he’s finally got the condom on and he’s lining himself up with her, just barely pressing at her entrance. “I just want to see you when we…” He nods and smiles reassuringly at her, shifting so that he’s laying over her more than he is sitting up.
“Just us, right?” He checks, stroking her cheek softly with the hand that’s not holding himself steady.
“Just us, Scotty…” She confirms, holding his hand to her cheek while she opens her legs further for him, wincing just a little as he enters her. His eyes only leave hers for the brief moment that they roll back a little because she’s so warm and tight that he feels like he might die. He moves as slowly as he can so that she has time to adjust and stops once he bottoms out even though he desperately wants to move.
“You okay?” he checks because she’s gripping his hand a little harder than he imagines signals pleasure and her face is all scrunched up and seeing her in pain is enough to make him stop entirely and ignore what his body wants. “T? We can stop…” he tries to assure her, but then she’s shaking her head and opening her eyes again and giving him the softest of smiles before she kisses his hand.
“No, no… I’m fine, I think… Maybe, if you just go slow, it’ll be okay?” she suggests, fidgeting beneath him as she tries to get comfortable. Or at least, that’s what he assumes she’s trying to accomplish because he sincerely doubts that she’s intentionally trying to drive him absolutely nuts.
So, he starts with a slow pace, letting out a quiet moan of her name as her inner walls nearly squeeze him to death. The tension finally releases from his shoulders when, after a few minutes of the slow pace, Tessa moans and wraps her legs around his waist and insists he needs to move faster (he was wrong before, this is what heaven must feel like).
With the faster pace, he begins to genuinely worry that he’s going to be as bad as all those stories about first times where the guy nuts and the girl gets nothing out of it, even if he did already get her off once. But to Scott, that one doesn’t count right now. Scott Moir doesn’t do anything halfway.
“Tell me what you need, T…” he practically begs her, unable to resist dropping his face into his favourite spot in the crook of her neck, kissing the skin there and only vaguely having the presence of mind to avoid giving her a completely visible hickey.
“I…God, Scott... Just, mmm, touch me…” she insists, grabbing the hand of the arm that’s not busy keeping him from completely crushing her and slipping it between them, showing Scott just how she wants her clit rubbed. It’s a damn good thing that she’s presumably just as close as he is, because having her show him how to touch her is quite possibly the most erotic thing he’s ever experienced.
When she finally gasps into his ear as her whole body tenses and squeezes around him, he’s pretty sure he’ll never be able to stop thinking about the way her jaw went slack and eyes glazed over just before he fell over the edge himself. By the time he can remember how to function, he realizes that he’s long since collapsed onto Tessa, squishing her into the bed. Though, by the way she’s clinging onto him as she tries to calm her breathing down, he doesn’t think she gives a rat’s ass about being squished, might welcome it even. After something between five minutes and five hours, Scott finally pushes himself off her, grinning like a fool.
“Well, if skating ever goes to hell, at least we’ve got that skill go fall back on…” He jokes because he’s not really sure what one is supposed to say after taking their best friend’s virginity. Thankfully, he gets a rather unladylike snort from Tessa for his efforts.
“Are you suggesting we fall back on porn?” She asks incredulously, turning her head to look at him laying on his side. For all that everyone is always going on about Tessa’s beauty, rightfully so, Scott’s pretty sure she’s never looked more beautiful than in this moment. That doesn’t, however, take away from the fact that he doesn’t want her to get the wrong idea.
“No! Just, you know, a tasteful adult film that we could accidentally release and become as rich and successful as the Kardashians.” He suggests, hoping that she’ll see that he’s trying to keep things light so that it can’t get too weird and ruin the moment so soon. Tessa grins, reaching over to take his hand and hold it like they’ve done a million times before.
“Note to self: Scott is even more ridiculous after an orgasm…” She trails off, playing with his fingers. It’s clear neither of them know what to do now, because it’s not like in all those sex-ed talks, they ever discussed what to do after casually losing your virginity to your best friend whom you are not dating nor could ever date. At least not in the foreseeable future, not while they’re still competing.
“So, in the grand scheme of making this not awkward tomorrow, do you think it would be better or worse if you stayed the night?” Scott finally asks after a few minutes of silence spent playing with each other’s fingers and giving the other shy smiles.
“I should probably go…” Tessa sighs, visibly displeased with the idea, squeezing his hand once before continuing, “but I’d rather stay. I mean, it’s not as if we haven’t slept in the same bed before…”
Scott nods, considering it before smirking a little, “And if we get dressed and behave in the morning, it’ll be like nothing out of the ordinary happened…” Despite his agreement, he knows just as he’s sure that she does that if she doesn’t leave, they’re going to be walking a slippery slope from the morning on. Because they could just as easily pretend that nothing happened tonight, that she never came over, if she went home now. Could compartmentalize it and ignore it entirely until at least after the Vancouver Games. But waking up with her? Knowing that just a handful of hours before, he’d been tasting every inch of her skin and all he’d have to do is take off whatever pajamas he gives her to do it again? That’s so, so, so very dangerous. Because doing it twice would inevitably doing it constantly and there goes the Olympics.
He knows Tessa can read each thought he has as it passes over his face and that she’s likely going down the same mental path. Ultimately, their careers have to come first. They can only compete for so long, even if there wasn’t the constantly looming issue of her legs not quite working right despite the surgery. After they’re done and hang up their competitive skates, they can truly test this out, but now? They just can’t risk it.
“I need to leave, don’t I…? We can’t risk it…” Tessa whispers, clinging onto his hand for dear life like she did going out on the ice for their first competitive skate. Wincing, Scott sighs and nods, bringing their tangled hands up so that he can kiss her knuckles.
“We still have so much left to do, Tutu…”
“Promise me we won’t let this risk everything else, Scotty?”
“No matter what, we will always skate together. Everything not on the ice stays off of it, Tess. I promise you, this won’t touch that.” He vows, scooting over to kiss her forehead, cradling their hands between them.
Tessa nods, taking a deep breath and he can see her setting up her mental walls so that she’ll be able to walk out of here like they hadn’t just slept together. It hurts a little (a lot), but he knows it’s vital to keeping their goals front and center, so he does the same, letting her go when she finally pulls away. He’s torn between wanting to shut his eyes to pretend that she’s not redressing and needing to see it, see her leaving so that he can dampen the memory some. So that he can remind himself why he can’t ask to crawl into her bed and touch her like that ever again. He gets up once she’s pulling her dress back over her arms, stealing the ties from her grip to wrap her back up again. He puts on his boxers while she goes out to collect her keys and that damn CD, meeting her in front of the door.
“Thank you…” she says, attempting a smile but it’s just as weak as his own.
“What are best friends for?” He tries to laugh and so does she, but it doesn’t quite come out right. He’s brushing her hair down, making it presentable and less of a walk-of-shame look, when he suggests, “One last kiss for the road?”
Tessa leans up, her hand clutching her keys for dear life pressing against his chest for balance as their lips meet again. He knows all too well how touch can convey different things, specifically knows how to convey what he wants to tell Tessa via touch, and this is no different. It’s a goodbye for now, and they both know it. It’s all feather-light brushes of lips and gentle strokes of thumbs on cheeks that absolutely cannot go further. Finally parting, they rest their foreheads against each other’s, avoiding completely untwining as much as they can for the moment.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“We can get burritos. You buy.” He gets a smile for that, a real one.
“Deal.”
Prying themselves apart, they give each other a final nod before he opens the door to let her out and slowly shuts it after she’s in the stairwell and out of sight. He has to return to the living room to turn off the tv and chuckles a little when he realizes it’s on the post-game show now. The Leafs won in overtime. He’s not the only one who scored tonight, he laughs to himself, cleaning up everything and even going so far as to change his sheets because he doesn’t think he could stop himself from going to Tessa’s if he had to sleep in her scent all night.
The next day, they get burritos and pretend nothing happened the night before, willfully ignoring the visible traces of exhaustion because neither slept well after parting. But getting back on the ice the day after, the programs are stronger than ever. If Marina or any of the other skaters noticed the new level of closeness the two shared, they never mentioned it.
And if the first time wasn’t their last time, well, that isn’t anyone’s business but their own.