TITLE: In My Dreams
AUTHOR: Jennie
CHARACTERS: Jason Arnott of the Dallas Stars and Petr Sykora of the New York Rangers
SUMMARY: Petr regales a happy memory to Jason.
RATING: G J It�s squeaky clean.
DISCLAIMER: I don�t own (though I wish I did) Petr and Jason. And this is all made up. Or is it..? *twilight zone music plays in background*
A/N: This is the ultimate Devils� fan pairing, so I loooved writing it! Let me know what you think about it! Happy reading!
One thing I always remember about that day is the snow. I woke up that morning, looked out the window, and felt like I was in the North Pole. Twenty inches, they said we had. Airports closed, plow trucks barreled down streets clearing the mess from the roads, and I was stuck by myself in my condo in some small town on the Island. I had lit a fire and put on earmuffs when there was a knock at the door. A face appeared from behind the wood and I felt myself falling backwards.
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�Petr? Come on, wake up!� You were whispering. I always made fun of you for whispering in the mornings when you�d try to sneak out of the house, because it was a silly way to wake someone up. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was you, lines of worry etched across your forehead. �I haven�t dreamed about you in a long while,� I said in Czech. I spoke a lot of Czech back then. A lot of the guys on our team spoke it, and I got back into the rhythm. You started laughing then. �I�m not Jagr, baby. It�s Jase.�
I reached up to touch your cheeks but you buried your head in my chest before I got the chance. �Oh, God. I�ve waited for this moment for so long.� We were both bawling like little babies by this point. �Me too. I�ve missed everything about you.� You lifted your head and pointed to the wet spot on my shirt, then kissed my forehead. �You know, no one gives head as good as you in Dallas.� We both snorted; you got that from me. �New Yorkers aren�t any good, either. But I haven�t wanted to be-� You interrupted me, and said, �with anyone, but you.�
You stood up and lifted me like a child, cradling me in your arms, then laid me on the bed. We then proceeded to have Grade A sex. When it was all over, you turned to face me and I combed my fingers through your hair. �How did you get here? Everything is closed.� �Would you believe me if I told you I flew here on the wings of love?� I punched you in the arm and you squealed. �Let�s just say,� you pulled me closer, �I owe Mrs. Beatrice Grant of Fort Worth, Texas and her eleven grandchildren $300, a huge apology, and a fruitcake.�
12 years later in Bridgewater, New Jersey�
�You tell that story so well.� You kissed my lips softly and stroked my back. �That�s because it�s my favorite memory of us.� You let go of me to hold Dakota�s hand, which she had wrapped around your pinkie. �We�re going to be the oldest parents at the teacher conferences.� I leaned over to kiss your shoulder blade. �We�ll be the oldest, but we�ll be the most in love.
