Always On Ice

Oops!...I Did It Again

Everyone laughed as William pulled you close, giving you a tight hug.

With that, the group made its way to the parking lot, and everyone was still hyped from the game. The night was just getting started, and with your best friend and William by your side, you knew it was going to be one to remember.

The energy in the car was electric as you, Sasha, William, and Fabian made your way to the club. The guys were still riding the high from their big win, and you and Sasha couldn't stop hyping them up.

"I still can't believe you both scored," you said, turning to William in the passenger seat. "That was so clutch."

He smirked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "I had to put on a show for my girl."

Fabian chuckled from the backseat. "Nah, let's be real-Sasha and I were screaming louder than anyone."

Sasha threw up her hands. "Absolutely! My voice is gone because of you two."

You turned up the music, and soon, the car was filled with laughter and off-key singing as Sasha played the team's locker room playlist. William shook his head with a grin.

"Y'all are wild, and we haven't even gotten to the club yet."

"Oh, just wait," you teased. "Celebrations are just getting started."

Sasha and Fabian were goofing around in the back, and everything about this moment felt perfect-the win, the company, the night ahead.

"Tonight's gonna be legendary," Sasha declared.

You grinned. "You already know."

The car pulled up to the club, the bass from inside vibrating through the pavement. As the guys stepped out first, you and Sasha exchanged an excited glance.

"Ready?" she asked, looping her arm through yours.

You nodded, already feeling the rush of the night. "Let's do this."

The bass thumped through the speakers as you stepped into the club, the air buzzing with post-game energy. The entire team, along with their WAGs, had taken over a VIP section, celebrating the hard-fought win in style. Colored lights flashed over the dance floor, and laughter and cheers filled the space as drinks were passed around.

William had his arm wrapped around your waist as he leaned down. "Are you having fun?"

You smiled up at him. "Of course. You guys earned this."

Sasha and Fabian were already in full celebration mode, standing near the bar, laughing over their drinks. Sasha turned toward you with an excited wave, then nudged Fabian. "We're hitting the dance floor. Are you two coming?"

You looked at William, who raised an eyebrow playfully. "Think you can keep up with me?"

"Oh, please," you teased, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the music.

The dance floor was packed, but you and Sasha found a space near the center, moving in sync to the beat as the guys joined in. The energy was electric-spinning, laughing, and completely lost in the moment.

At one point, William twirled you around and pulled you close, his hands resting on your hips. "Best night ever," he murmured against your ear.

You tilted your head up with a grin. "Winning the game or being here with me?"

He smirked. "Both."

Nearby, Sasha was doubled over laughing as Fabian attempted a dramatic dip with her. "I swear, if you drop me -"

"I've got you," Fabian reassured, though he was grinning too.

The night stretched on with dancing, drinks, and nonstop celebration. The team cheered whenever someone brought up the game, and the WAGs gushed over their men's performance on the ice.

At one point, William leaned down again, his voice soft but firm. "Let's get out of here soon. Just you and me."

Your heart fluttered. "Lead the way."

Sasha caught your eye and smirked, clearly reading the situation. You mouthed, texted me later, and she winked before turning back to Fabian.

As you and William slipped out of the club hand in hand, the night still buzzing around you, you knew one thing for sure-this had been the perfect way to celebrate.

The car ride to the hotel was quieter than the ride to the club, the energy shifting from adrenaline-fueled celebration to something more intimate. The night had been perfect-the game, the win, the party-but now, with just the two of you in the backseat, it felt like the real celebration was just beginning.

William sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the seat while his other hand rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles against your skin. The city lights flashed past the windows, casting a soft glow over his face. He looked relaxed, but you could still see the hint of that competitive fire in his eyes.

"You tired?" he asked, his voice low.

You shook your head, leaning into him. "Not really. You?"

He smirked. "Not even a little."

You laced your fingers through his. "Tonight was amazing."

He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles. "Yeah, it was. But I've been looking forward to this part the most."

Your stomach fluttered at the way he was looking at you-like the rest of the world didn't exist.

The car slowed as it pulled up to the hotel entrance. William stepped out first, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him pull you close as you made your way inside.

The elevator ride up was quiet, the tension between you thick with anticipation. His fingers brushed against yours, teasing, until he finally gave in and laced them together.

As you reached your floor, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let's get inside."

Your heart raced as he led you down the hall, stopping at your door. He slid the keycard in, and as the door clicked open, he pulled you inside, closing the world out behind you. It was just you and him now.

William turned to you, his eyes warm but still holding that post-game intensity. "Finally," he murmured, stepping closer, his hands resting on your waist.

You smiled, reaching up to trace your fingers along his jaw. "Hell of a night, huh?"

He smirked. "Best one yet. Winning the game, celebrating with the team... but this? This is the part I was looking forward to the most."

Your heart fluttered as he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him. The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the night's excitement-it was intoxicating.

You sighed against his lips. "I'm so proud of you."

He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. "Means everything coming from you."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The exhaustion from the game and the long night was setting in, but neither of you wanted to let go just yet. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers grazing your cheek.

"Are you staying up with me?" He asked softly.

You smirked. "Depends. Are you planning on sleeping anytime soon?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not a chance."

Laughing, you let him lead you toward the bed, where your legs tangled, hearts still racing from the night's events.

And as the city lights flickered through the window, you realized that no matter how good the game had been, no matter how fun the celebration was-this was your favorite part of the night.