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Fraser might not be playing on the same team as Connor anymore, but she can tell when her longtime best friend turned girlfriend is starting to run on fumes. It's probably more obvious to Fraser because she has texts and calls and more interactions to be able to know Connor is running on fumes, but just one look at her girlfriend in a Chicago Riot jersey on the television is enough to tell her Connor needs a break.
She knows that the Riot and the Fleet have about a week together where they're playing each other twice in Boston and Fraser makes a plan to act then, even if it's still a month away.
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Connor has to keep herself from dragging her bag on the ground as she unloads it from the bus and gets ready to carry it up to her hotel room, the rest of the Riot milling around her as they do the same. She hears her coach say something about meeting for a team dinner later that night and she’s sure she’ll get the information from Frankie in a bit anyway.
She gets her room card from Frankie and mumbles something about heading inside, which gets her an eye roll from her friend but Connor doesn't really care right now.
Once she's able to get up to her room she drops her duffel bag on the corner of the bed before flopping onto said bed. She lays there for a few minutes before she grabs her phone out of the pocket of her sweatshirt, an easy smile appearing on her face when she sees a message from Fraser.
frase: lemme know when you're in the city
frase: i’ll come get you & we can get food or whatever
Connor sends a reply to let her girlfriend know she's in Boston and sets her phone back down on the mattress, groaning softly as she tries to get her brain to cooperate with the knowledge she has to get up. She should honestly probably shower before she gets ready to leave, should get the feeling of flying off of her before she sees Fraser, and after a few moments she gets up to do just that.
After a shower and a change into a t-shirt, a zip-up hoodie, and a pair of leggings, Connor runs a hand through her hair before grabbing her few essentials to put in her backpack. She gets a text from Fraser telling her that she’s here and she takes one last moment to make sure she’s got everything before she heads out the door and down to the lobby.
She sees Fraser waiting on the sidewalk outside the hotel and her girlfriend beams when she approaches. It never gets old how Fraser lights up when she sees Connor, or even talks about Connor if the things people tell her are true. She gets to push the lobby door open and she’s immediately being pulled into a hug, which if it had been anyone but Fraser would have earned them a punch to the face. Instead of doing that, however, Connor laughs fondly and lets herself be pulled into the hug. Being in Fraser’s arms was always where she felt safe, especially after the past few months of hockey she’s played.
“Hi there, lovebug. Missed you,” Fraser mumbles against Connor’s forehead. The pet name had started out as a joke but had slowly evolved into something with more meaning and something Fraser would use quite often.
“Mmm. Missed you too,” she admits into the crook of Fraser’s neck. Her girlfriend’s hand comes up to cup the back of Connor’s head and she practically melts at the touch, especially when Fraser starts lightly scratching at her scalp.
“Anything specific you wanna do today?” Fraser’s words are accompanied by a forehead kiss that’s so gentle Connor thinks she could die happy right here.
“Jus’ be with you.” Which was not something that Connor would easily say, always being composed and sturdy and the one other people leaned on, but Fraser always made her brain go a little fuzzy around the edges and she knew she was safe with her girlfriend.
Fraser chuckles fondly and hums in response. She knows that she wasn’t going to get a lot of decision making from Connor right now, which was completely fine with her. She knew the other brunette had a lot on her shoulders right now and she’d been planning to take some of that pressure off for a little while; to let her girl get the rest and pampering she deserves. “How about we get in the car, go get some smoothies, then we can go crash at my place for a bit?
Connor nods and lets Fraser guide her to her car, pulling away and taking one of her girlfriend’s hands as they walk. She slides into the passenger seat after putting her bag in the back seat and sighs, letting some of the pressure lift off her shoulders for a moment like she knows she can do around Fraser.
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Stepping into Fraser’s apartment always feels a bit like coming home for Connor, a feeling she gets in only two other places; though she suspects she just generally gets that feeling whenever she’s with Fraser.
They make their way to the bedroom and Connor sets her bag and hoodie on the dresser before she falls down on the bed with a quiet grunt when she lands. There’s soft laughter from behind her and she already knows it’s Fraser.
“What’er you laughin’ at?”
“You. Who falls onto a bed like that?”
Even as Fraser says it Connor can hear there’s no malice in her words, a thought which is only backed up by the feeling of her girlfriend’s hands landing on her sides and the dip of the bed next to her.
She rolls over to look at Fraser, planning on chirping her back but is pleasantly surprised when Fraser leans in and kisses her. Connor makes a startled noise but kisses back after a moment, her hands coming up to rest on Fraser’s hips to slot into the familiar dips there. She slips her hands underneath the sweater Fraser’s wearing and feels a bit more grounded in the moment when she feels the bare skin hiding there.
Fraser swipes her tongue over Connor’s lips and she acquiesces to the silent question by parting her lips to let Fraser’s tongue delve into her mouth. Their legs tangle together and Connor makes a small noise into the kiss when she finally feels her girlfriend’s thigh slot between her legs to give her some friction there.
“Frase-” Connor gasps as the brunette starts kissing down her throat, her hands moving to take Connor’s shirt off before going to palms her tits over her bra.
“So pretty,” Fraser mumbles against Connor’s skin, leaving a trail of light hickies that won’t stay on Connor’s neck as she makes her way down her chest.
Connor’s face flushes at the compliment and she adjusts slightly underneath Fraser, her hips moving up against her girlfriend’s thigh to try and get any kind of friction where she needs it.
Fraser continues kissing down Connor’s body, taking off pieces of Connor’s clothing as she goes, until Connor is naked underneath her with her pupils blown wide and a delicious flush on her skin.
She moves back up to capture Connor’s lips in another heated kiss and one of her hands goes to palm one of Connor’s tits, brushing her thumb over the hardening nipple a few times before she pinches it lightly. This elicits a gasp from Connor and it makes Fraser smile, loving to hear any and all sounds Connor makes like this.
Her other hand trails down Connor’s body to land on her inner thigh just close enough to Connor’s pussy to be teasing but not close enough that she’s touching her. Fraser relishes in the shudder in her girlfriend’s breathing as she continues paying attention to her tits with one hand and her other hand slowly moving up and down Connor’s inner thigh.
“Fraser..” The breathiness in Connor’s voice makes Fraser’s head spin, knowing she’s got Connor Bedard underneath her like this in a way only she’s able to see.
“Hm? What’s up lovebug?” Fraser knows she’s teasing, she knows exactly what Connor wants, but she wants to get Connor out of her head and actually relaxed instead of them just having a quick fuck.
“You know what’s up,” Connor mumbles.
She pulls Fraser’s sweater off and thanks whatever deity is listening that her girlfriend didn’t wear a bra today. She loves getting her hands and mouth on Fraser’s tits and immediately dips her head to do just that, relishing in Fraser’s sharp inhale when Connor runs her teeth over one of her nipples.
Fraser’s hand on Connor’s inner thigh tenses and Connor thinks she’s almost got what she wants, that Fraser might just move her hand and start touching her, before Fraser’s other hand grips Connor’s hair and brings her head away from her chest.
“Slow down, babygirl,” Fraser says against Connor’s skin. “I wanna take my time with you today.”
Connor’s head spins at the words and while she wants right now, god she wants, she knows Fraser will make it good and worth it. She swallows hard but nods as she looks up at Fraser, a fire lighting in her stomach when she sees her girlfriend’s pupils blown wide in want.
She runs her hands over Fraser’s waist and up her sides, tracing the muscles there as they start making out again. It's so obvious that Fraser is in control now that it makes Connor dizzy with need, which Fraser must've been picking up on because she finally moves her hand and her pointer finger runs up Connor’s slit.
Connor’s hips buck up and Fraser’s left hand moves from her hair down to her hip to keep her hips from moving again.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just relax.”
“Frase…”
“I know, I know. Already so desperate for it, hm?”
Connor’s face flushes even more but she doesn't deny it, her mouth too busy being explored by Fraser’s tongue again.
Fraser’s fingers graze over Connor’s clit and she moans weakly into the kiss, her hips still trying to move despite the firm grip Fraser’s hand has on her. Connor’s hands come up to tangle her fingers in her girlfriend's familiar brunette curls, the soft feeling of the curls around her fingers grounding her in the moment a bit.
One of Fraser’s fingers dips down to Connor’s entrance and slips in easily thanks to how wet she is. Her thumb traces loose circles around Connor’s clit as she starts moving her finger in and out at a torturous pace.
“Frase, you’re killing me.”
“Quite probably doing the opposite.”
Connor goes to retort when Fraser’s thumb presses harder on her clit and she slips a second finger in at the same time, both of which pull moans from Connor.
She tries to squirm to get more from Fraser’s fingers but her hand on her hip pushes Connor more against the mattress and her thumb speeds up the circles on Connor’s clit.
“Oh god, Fraser,” Connor moans as her eyes roll back and her head drops down against the pillows.
“Yeah? You like that baby girl?”
Connor is only able to get out an affirmative noise as Fraser slips in a third finger and starts pumping her fingers faster, which only starts making obscene noises Connor would probably be embarrassed about if there wasn’t that familiar heat growing in her gut.
Fraser moves down to press kisses to Connor’s inner thighs, leaving a few dark hickeys behind as well. Connor feels like she’s going insane as her moans get louder and her back arches when Fraser curls her fingers just right.
“Fuck! Oh shit-”
Her thighs start shaking and Fraser smirks, especially when Connor’s fingers tighten even more in her hair. She removes her thumb from her girlfriend’s clit and moves in to use her mouth instead as her fingers continue pumping and curling faster than she probably should be going. This, Fraser knows, is the key to getting her girlfriend to start babbling and making those noises that Fraser absolutely loves.
“Oh god, Fraser, right there. Yeah- yeah. Holy fuck.”
Fraser groans at the taste of Connor as she flicks her tongue over her girlfriend’s clit, always enjoying eating her out when presented with the opportunity. She can tell Connor is really close when her thighs start trembling on either side of her head and her walls start tightening around her fingers, and she only doubles down on her efforts to bring her girlfriend to the edge.
Connor’s back arches and she comes with a low moan, her eyes rolling back and her hands tugging at Fraser’s hair as well. Fraser, for her part, continues fingering her and lapping at Connor’s clit throughout her orgasm, thoroughly enjoying the taste of her girlfriend on her tongue.
When Connor comes down from her high Fraser slowly pulls her fingers out and licks off the mess before moving to be back on top of Connor properly. Connor looks fucked out with her face flushed and her eyes half lidded and it makes Fraser feel both powerful to have one of the superstars of the league like this underneath her.
“You okay there, lovebug?”
Connor replies with a hum and wraps her arms around Fraser's neck, moving her head so they can kiss again. At first the thought of tasting herself on Fraser’s lips wasn’t the most appealing thing to Connor, but now it’s something that she loves almost as much as she likes going down on Fraser herself.
“Wanna get you back,” Connor mumbles against Fraser’s lips.
Fraser chuckles softly and brings her clean hand up to cup Connor’s face, her thumb brushing over her girlfriend’s cheek. She pulls back just enough to rest their foreheads against each other and she looks into Connor’s startlingly blue eyes she can never get enough of.
“Once you’ve had a nap and some food, okay?”
“But I wanna do it now.”
“Con.. you need to sleep.”
“‘M not tired, promise.”
And that Fraser doesn’t believe for a moment, not when Connor is very blatantly falling asleep underneath her. She presses a quick kiss to Connor’s lips before she gets up to go to the ensuite bathroom to grab a cloth to clean her up.
After Fraser’s cleaned up Connor she pulls the shorter brunette into her arms and smiles fondly when she hears the familiar soft snoring start up soon after. She gently kisses the top of Connor’s head and lets herself fall asleep after setting an alarm on her phone, knowing she had more to do to take care of Connor while they had this week pretty much together besides the obvious practices and games.