summary… your boyfriend just scored his first nhl hattrick, and you couldn’t be prouder.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ knocked this up oh so quickly so sorry she’s short and sweet and not proofread but!!!! wahhh so happy for gabe!!!!
GABE HARDLY HAS TIME TO BLINK before you’re on him. your hands are a little cold against the lingering flush of his cheeks, but your lips are warm as they dance over the expanse of his face, littering every inch of the skin with tiny kisses.
hats may have rained down on the ice, but gabe prefers the way your kisses bathe his cheeks and jaw like his own personal brand of confetti.
you punctuate your sentence with a firm yet sweet kiss to his lips, almost an exclamation point that perfectly finalises your barrage of praise.
the taste of salt greets your lips, and your unsure as to whether it’s from the residual sweat left on gabe’s face after his hasty lockerroom shower or the tears that are apparently beginning to slip down your cheeks. you’re not bawling, but you’d be lying if you denied the watery nature of your eyes right now.
never mind, though. it’s not important right now.
“aw baby, you’re crying,” gabe teases, wiping at your cheeks before pulling you into a tight hug, squeezing you to his chest. “you’re such a softie.”
“i’m happy for you, you dick,” you laugh, burrowing your face further into the slightly crumpled material of his shirt. “let me have my proud girlfriend moment in peace.”
gabe can’t hide the way his own hands shake, though, adrenaline still thrumming under the surface of his skin, leaving him wired long after leaving the ice.
even now he can still hear the cheers, the roar of the crowd, the shouts of his teammates, all echoing in the back of his mind. it’s a memory he’ll never forget, sure. but it pales in comparison to the pride dripping from your words like golden honey, sticking to him and bathing him in a sweet warmth.
there’s no one he’d rather be celebrating this with than you.
