Thank You For Loving Me Part 1 of ?

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Title: Thank You For Loving Me
Pairing and Authors: Dany Cloutier written by Sue
Trevor Linden written by Mark
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: These stories are works of FICTION and DO NOT in any way reflect the real lives, sexual preferences, or personalities of the characters. They do not at any point infer that any of the persons mention is Gay. This includes the times, real life events and names that are referred to. I do not profit from any of this.
Archived: Eventually at Mark's site, and the chica site
Summary: This story is a sequel to One Tree, and begins with Dany's POV in the summer of 2003.

Dany’s POV


I left him.
Some would say I took the easy way out; but it was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.

After our first night together, Trevor and I became nearly inseparable. I had helped him get Princess used to her new home; although really, she had taken to him quickly, and it had helped to have Mikie around to keep her company. We had slept in the guest room downstairs her first night, and every time I woke up, I found Trev in the laundry room comforting her. One of the times he had fallen asleep leaning back against the washer. He looked so adorable, but I gently woke him and guided him back to bed where he promptly snuggled onto my chest.

We decided to drive separately to practice the next morning, and ended up almost late because we couldn’t let each other go. That first day in the locker room was hell. Everything was so new to us that even catching a glimpse of him caused my dick to stir. The team worked hard on how to attack Minnesota’s trap. We knew that they stood between us and the Western Conference Finals.

After practice I ended up back at Trev’s house with him greeting me at the door wearing a grin and nothing else. Thank goodness he had gotten home a bit before me so he could put the dogs out, because the minute I was through the door my jeans were down around my ankles. The rest of the day and night continued like that as we enjoyed getting to know each other’s likes and dislikes. The next morning was bittersweet as we lay in bed, talking quietly, still entwined from the morning’s escapades. We knew that it would be our last real alone time until after the series with the Wild. We just didn’t know it was also the calm before the storm for me.

We came back from Game 4 in Minnesota up three games to one, and everything was going our way. Trev and I picked up the girls from Em and then headed to my apartment. It was the first time that I felt like I was making love to him. Not that the other times hadn’t held any emotion, but for some reason it just felt different as he gathered me into his embrace as I came down from my orgasm. For once in my life I felt a sense of completion.

Little did I know that would be the last time I would feel that way.
We ended up losing the series in seven games.
I had a run in with Roloson.
I got pulled in favor of Alex.
We lost.
End of story.

Only it wasn’t, cause if it’s the Vancouver Canucks and something has gone wrong, then it must be Dany Cloutier’s fault.
No one else’s, just mine.

I said something to the press that I shouldn’t have that night, and in the days that followed. I was hurt and angry, and I let the press feed on that.
Not smart.

After we took the end of the year team photo, I got the hell out of there and went home and tried to lock the world away. I heard the banging on the door and knew it was Trevor. I wouldn’t answer the door even though I knew it was him. I just walked around the apartment shutting all the blinds and then flopped onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows. The next thing I knew, I was in Trevor’s arms, where I finally let the dam break. I began to sob and all my hurt, anger and disappointment came out. He rocked and held onto me even when I tried numerous times to pull away. When I woke up I was surrounded by not only Trev but also the girls. I carefully extracted myself from them and went to get a Coke out of the kitchen. I found one of Em’s lasagnas sitting on the stove. I figured he had gone to her to get into my apartment.

It was then that I decided to give him a key.
Since then we had spent everyday together, except when Trev had to go to Toronto for players association business, and when I went to Games 6 and 7 of the Calder Cup to watch Sylvain's team from Houston win.

It seemed my friends weren’t going to let me be by myself when Trev left to go to Toronto. I ended up having to go fishing with Klatter, Mo and Em. We drank far more beer than catching fish, and Em and I sat up front sunning ourselves, drunkenly comparing Trevor and Bren in bed. Trev was none too happy with me over it; but when I convinced him that he was far and away the better lover, all was forgiven. In fact, he and Em have become fast friends, which I’m still not sure is a good thing.

It was the week after that when we were together that I had to catch myself numerous times from telling Trev how I felt about him. I had fallen in love. There wasn’t one thing or moment when I figured out that my heart was no longer my own. It was a combination of so many things.

How he laid on the ground and let the girls play with him.
The concern and caring he gave to not only the kids, but everyone at Canuck Place.
The way he teased me about my cold caffeine addiction.
Me catching him looking at my ass when he thought I wouldn’t notice.
Him singing while he vacuumed.
Making love to me so thoroughly that I came three times before he was finished with me.
Him starting to say something to me, but then stopping and grinning instead.
Or how he kisses my cheek.
Or how he runs his fingers slowly over my chest to rub against my sensitive nipples; which he stills says he’s going to make me cum from, just working them.

It’s because of all that and more that I left him.
I don’t want either one of us to get in any deeper than we already are when I don’t know if Burke is going to sign me. Trevor deserves to have someone who will love him as deeply and fully as he will give of himself. And you just can’t do that from 1000 miles away.
He had just left to go back to Toronto when I tried to explain that in the message I left on his answering machine, but I’m sure I fucked that up. I left my cell phone behind, packed up Mikie and headed east to stay with my family. Mamam welcomed me with open arms, after scolding me for not bringing ‘my Trevor’ with. Within a day she was ready to kick me out after getting me to admit why Trevor didn’t come with. I didn’t even try to lie, she can see through any lie I have ever told her.

After we had both calmed down she quizzed me over my feelings for Trevor and I admitted how deep I really was in. It was then that she told me that 'a life lived in fear was not a full life lived.' The next morning she had Sylvain pack the truck up with groceries, and told me that I needed time alone to ‘listen to my heart for once.’

So I have been here for three days in Mont-Laurier at my cabin doing nothing but eating, fixing different things that needed repaired, and trying to keep track of Mikie. I don’t think she’s happy with being taken from her best friend, and has been nothing but naughty since we left Vancouver.

Free agency opened a week ago and I talked to my agent before leaving maman’s. He told me that he had talked to numerous teams, and at that time was waiting to hear from Burke. I told him not to hold his breath.

I sighed as I looked up at the sun. I pulled my t-shirt from my body and laid it aside as the day was getting warm. I retrieved my ax from the stump I had pitched it in to start working on some more of the logs that needed to be chopped to fireplace size. Sweat soon trickled into my eyes as I worked swiftly, letting the physical exercise for my muscles clear my mind for a bit.

Mikie was staying out of the way, but still staying within my sight until she took off barking. Great, I thought she and I had discussed leaving squirrels and rabbits alone. I grabbed an armful of firewood and headed around to the front of the cabin, following behind my crazy dog.

I came up short as I noticed another truck next to mine. It was Sylvain’s. Maman must have sent him over here to check on me. As I walked closer to the porch, I couldn’t quite see who was sitting in one of the rockers because they were in shadow; but there was no dismissing who it was loping towards me with Mikie.

It was Princess.


Trevor’s POV


I arrived back in Vancouver, it has been a few days since I’ve talked to him and the only thing I wanted right now is to be in the arms of my man.
“My Man...” A smile comes to my face as I say it out loud. I can feel my face flush as I notice the driver looking at me in the rearview mirror.

Yes, My Man. He is mine and I have never felt happier about having someone in my life than I do right now.
I can’t wait to see him, to feel his lips on mine, to feel his body pressed against mine. I know you all will think I’m crazy and even though we have only been a couple for a little over two months, I can’t help but feel the way that I do.

It’s just everything about him.
The way he never puts himself first.
The way his face lights up when he spots me from across the room.
The way one side of his smile lifts a bit higher when he tries to hold in a grin.
The way his cheeks redden when he stumbles over a simple term in English, and yet snaps right back when I am lost with his French.
The way his eyes almost turn the color of the sky when I am making love to him.

Yes, I said making love. I couldn’t call it anything else. This isn’t just sex between us, I don’t think it ever was, at least on my part.

I have come so close to telling him that I love him so many times. I always hold back, because I don’t want to freak him out. But this is the way I feel, I love him. I think I have been in love with him even before we actually started dating, if that is what you want to call it. We have been inseparable since his Birthday, and I have never felt more complete in my life.

I stop at home to have a quick shower before heading over to his place, I can’t wait to be with him again. I know he will want to go all out and make me a big dinner and go out of his way to show me just how much he cares, but just seeing his face and holding him in my arms is all I need from him.

I dropped my bag beside the stairs and notice the answering machine blinking. I press the button, my smile quickly fades as his voice comes on. I can barely make out what he is saying, he is crying, most of what he said is in French, but I get the jist of his message. He is leaving.
Actually he has already gone. And he’s sorry.

I just get in my car and head straight to Emily’s to pick up Princess and find out what the hell is going on.

I sat there, on her couch, Princess refusing to move from my lap, and listened to Emily tell me about the hell Dany has been going through.
I knew he was all fucked up about the end of the season, but he never really talked to me about any of it. He is a major part of our team, and they would be crazy not to sign him again. I thought he was getting past those fears, he seemed to be so much better when I left for Toronto. I never realized just how scared he was about the possibility of not being re-signed with us. The possibility of us not being able to be together. That thought just never occurred to me.

I just sat there in a daze, not even noticing that Em had moved over to sit beside me until Princess moved her head over onto her lap. I looked up into her eyes and without even hesitating; I just blurt it out. “I love him...”

“I know...” She holds me tightly as tears slowly run down my cheeks.

“Am I that fucking stupid not to notice that this was bothering him so much?” I sob against her.

Emily gives me his Mom’s address and phone number, she even offers to look after Princess when I’m gone, but I think I need her with me. In less than a few hours, I am on a plane to Montreal. I talked briefly to Dany’s Mom and she said that Sylvain would pick me up at the airport.

I couldn’t help but go over and over everything from the past few weeks while I sat quietly, staring blankly out the window. Had I really been that blind that I didn’t see how upset he was over this? Did I make it that hard for him to even talk to me about it? Was this the only thing that has him so upset...upset enough to run away from me?

Had I done something wrong? Had I pushed too hard too fast?

A feeling of dread overcomes me as I sit there thinking.
Oh my God... What if I’ve been pushing too hard? What if he isn’t as into this relationship as I am? Could that be part of the reason he left, I was crowding him. I have all but smothered him since our first night together.

Jesus... This is why I suck at relationships.

By the time I get to Montreal, I am ready to just grab the next plane back to Vancouver. If I didn’t have to wait for Princess, I probably would have, but Sylvain found me first. He caught me off guard, he came up behind me and as I turned he wrapped his arms around me before gripping both my shoulders and holding me at arms length, almost like he is checking me over for damage. I had seen pictures of him before, but have never met him; but I was still surprised at how little he looks like Dany.

“I’m glad you could come...” He says in very broken English as he squeezes my shoulders. He definitely has the Cloutier voice though.

“Is he ok?” Is all I manage to ask before I hear the deep barking of Princess. I quickly move over to where her kennel is and try my best to calm her by sticking my fingers through the kennel door, she licks my fingers before barking loudly again.

“Lets get your bags so we can get her out of here.” Sylvain says as he lifts the cage onto a luggage cart.

Once out at his truck, I let Princess out of the cage, allowing her to quickly go pee before we get into the truck. Sylvain puts the kennel in the back of his truck along with my bag. I stare silently out the window, my beagle laying on the seat between us, her head on my lap.

“He really does care for you...” Sylvain’s voice snaps me back to reality. I look over at him before I realize my face is wet with tears.

“I know...” I almost whisper as I wipe my face. I know he is only trying to help, but if Dany really cared that much, why the hell did he just leave without talking to me first.

His Mom is a sweet woman, she could see how upset I was and tried her best to comfort me, but she speaks very little English, about as much as I speak French. Sylvain had to interpret between us. We stayed only long enough for his Mom to feed us some lunch. Sylvain was kind enough to drive me up to the cabin, he said he would just drop me off and leave the two of us alone so we could talk. I had offered to rent a car, but he said I would never find my way there if he didn’t take me.

The drive was the longest 2 hours of my life. Even though Sylvain tried his best to engage in idle chat, he could tell I was not in any mood to be talking, especially about anything to do with Dany.

Finally we turn off the paved road and travel the last few kilometers to the lake. The lake comes into view as we round the last turn, then the cabin, set high up on the bank. He stops the vehicle next to another truck and opens the door as I open mine.

“Damn... I need to piss like cow...” He mumbles as he walks quickly to the house, I can’t help but smile at the similarities between him and Dany. Princess follows him up onto the porch, the screen door slamming as she gets up to it.

I walk slowly to the house, still not sure if this is a good idea. What if he really doesn’t want to see me. I still feel like this is all somehow my fault. Just as I get to the top of the stairs, Mikie comes running around the side of the cabin, barking until she sees Princess, she tackles her and they roll along the ground. Mikie looks up at the porch, noticing me and runs up to me. “Hey girl...” I say softly as Princess comes up beside me as well. I lean my face down allowing Mikie to lick my face as she scrambles up into my arms, squirming so hard that I can barely hold her. I sit down in one of the rockers there, trying to calm her down, this only encourages Princess to jump up in my lap as well.

I was really surprised at how well these two have hit it off. Normally, when you bring another dog into set surroundings, the original dog tends to get jealous of the attention the other gets. But Mikie has been great with Princess, they have been best buddies since that afternoon they met. Both Mikie and Princess cock their heads, looking off towards the side of the cabin, Princess takes off down the stairs as I see my Man come round the corner. He drops his armload of wood and kneels, scooping Princess up in his arms. He looks up onto the porch and as I stand, I slowly move out of the shadow into the light.

By the look on his face, he is surprised to see me. I slowly come down the steps towards him, Princess squirming to get out of his arms, finally drops to the ground and takes off running towards the water with Mikie. I watch them until they are almost at the edge of the water before turning back to the man I love, he is standing just a few feet away, but it feels like he is miles away.

“Oh Dieu... That feels better...” We both turn to see Sylvain standing at the top of the steps, zipping up his pants. He grins as he comes down the steps, placing his hand on my shoulder, he pushes me towards Dany. “Now kiss, or talk, or something...” He almost pushes me right into Dany as he continues back to the truck. He grabs the empty kennel out of the back of the truck before grabbing my bag as well. He carries them up onto the porch, grinning at us. We still haven’t moved.
“I need to get heading back, it is a long drive.” He says as he steps back up to us. He looks at first Dany, then myself; then back at Dany. He slowly shakes his head, saying something in French before pushing Dany the last few inches against me. His hands come up against my chest to prevent himself from falling against me.
“Kiss him already... He didn’t come all this way just to look at you.” Sylvain laughs as he walks back to his truck, he looks back just as he climbs inside. He starts the engine, honks the horn lightly before pulling away. Both Dany and I watch as he drives around the bend, the dust moving slowly off into the trees.

I look down at Dany, his hands still on my chest. His eyes almost to the point of overflowing.

“Why?” I ask softly. He moves closer, his lips pressing lightly against mine.

“Because I love you...” He whispers as he wraps his arms around me, his lips, once again pressing against mine.

Comments

[mosgirl9.livejournal.com]

We're glad we made your day!!!
You knew we had to continue this. It was just too much fun the first time.

[bulldoggrl.livejournal.com]

When I saw that it was you two, and the same characters again, I was SO excited!! Cause you said you weren't sure if you were going to continue it...I'm SO happy you did!!! YAY!!!!

[mosgirl9.livejournal.com]

That was Mark. Don't believe him... ;) Wait till we really get this one going...

[bulldoggrl.livejournal.com]

lol I'll remember that :)

Are you gonna torture me with the one post a week thing again?

[mosgirl9.livejournal.com]

For now, yes. It's SO worth it though. I can't say anymore, or he'll yell at me. :)

[bulldoggrl.livejournal.com]

lol ok...I'll just wait anxiously for 6 more days...... :p