She screamed herself hoarse at the game, she had cheered every time that he had scored a goal, every time he had made a good play that helped the team she was on her feet with the rest of the crowd. She watched as intently as the most fanatical of sport's enthusiasts, she knew his height, approximately 6'2" and his weight, a solid 170lbs, even the size of his skates was imbedded in her memory, size 10, she knew about the injury to his right knee, caused by a nasty slice from an opponent who couldn't outwit him on the ice, so he simply decided to play dirty. It would never occur to anyone that might watch her while she watched the game that she didn't actually know anything about the sport, in fact, had a hard time keeping her eye on the puck while keeping track of the players. She was Canadian, and she was the exception that made the rule true that "all" Canadians were experts in the sport of hockey. She knew what anyone that had even peripheral knowledge would, that it was played on ice, with a goal tender, players, a puck, some referees etc., she also knew that it was simply "hockey" and laughed with the crowd when an American referred to it as "ice hockey," she understood the redundancy of that term just like the rest of Canada did, but if anyone quizzed her, she couldn't explain "icing" or how a penalty was determined or anything about the technical game of hockey, all she knew, was that when he was on the ice, she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Now, she was standing outside the door to the team locker room, having waited until what she expected was "everyone" to leave, another little known fact about him was this, he did not shower with the rest of the players, preferring to skate a little longer after the game, wind his muscles down more slowly so that when he finally did step under the water, he could enjoy the heat and relax, it was also accepted that although he played a team sport, this man was somewhat solitary, preferring his own company or the company of close friends, to the rowdy gathering that collected in the locker room right after a game, especially one where they had beaten the other team so terrifically. He had come off the ice with the others, spent some time celebrating and then had slipped back to the ice, he used some of the practice drills to cool down and then made huge, lazy figure eight's across the surface of the rink until he finally felt relaxed enough to shower. He had returned to the locker room in time to say good night to the few remaining teammates left behind and then stripped off his equipment, reveling in the lessening of weight on his form as each piece dropped onto the floor in front of his locker. When he was completely naked, he collected his towel and headed for the now empty shower, letting out a sharp yell when he stepped into a puddle of nearly melted ice, laughing as he peered around to see if anyone had seen him, of course no one saw, but one person heard his voice as he both yelled and then laughed, the sound halted her in her tracks, fingers clenching at the doorknob.
She waited another few minutes, both to calm her racing heart and to make sure that he was under the water in the shower, she didn't want an autograph, nor did she believe that she was ever going to meet this man casually on the street and have him fall madly in love with her, things like that did not happen in real life and she was firmly planted in reality, she always had been and always would be. She carefully opened the door and peeked round to make sure all was clear, if she had found him not alone, she would have bluffed her way through some babbling explanation of "looking for the bathroom" or something equally lame and made her escape, as it was, the room looked as if a tornado had hit it, but it was empty, the only sound was the running of the water beyond a second door at the other side of the room. Once inside, she flipped the lock on the door, noting it was the only entrance to the locker room that was easily accessible, if someone came through the offices on the other side and then down a long hall, they could enter the room, but she felt sure that was unlikely.
Giving herself a quiet "pep" talk, she shrugged out of her coat and let it fall to the floor, moving with the quiet grace of someone utterly unconscious of the appeal of their body, she shed her sweatshirt, and the silky bra beneath, then kicked off her boots, her fingers caught the waistband of her leggings and she wiggled out of those as well, her panties slipping down her long legs as well, she stepped out of her remaining clothes and then tugged her socks off. Carefully tugging the clip from her hair, she let the dark locks fall to frame her face, the last thing she did before stepping into the shower area was remove her glasses, it left her slightly vulnerable but really, whoever would imagine you could do the things she hoped to while wearing glasses, she scoffed at her train of thought and paused for a moment to let her gaze adjust to the foggy shower area, obviously he liked his shower very hot, the innuendo in her thoughts made her grin softly and then she stepped up behind him, one hand reaching up, her fingers fluttering lightly over his hip.
