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    “Sure. You want to talk. Let’s.”

    Jane licks between her lips and swallows. Is she swaying towards Rozanova or is Rozanova getting imperceptively closer? Their chests are almost grazing; Jane’s in her loose shirt that barely hides the peaks of her nipples, her body betraying its interest, and Rozanova’s breasts exposed by the seemingly bottomless hemline of her dress. 

    Jane can’t stop staring. She’s staring still when she asks, “Do you want to… sit? Maybe?”

    And then Rozanova is stepping forward, removing any distance they had between their bodies and forcing Jane back against the door. Jane is momentarily surprised by how well they fit together. Rozanova is taller, curvier and yet their bodies slot together perfectly. Softly. 

    It’s different than a man— Jane has tried and tried over the last year to make that work. But they are all hard, unyielding planes and Rozanova’s body is still strong, but her muscles ripple like a gentle current rather than a rough tide. 

    “Not really.”

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    11 Apr 2026

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    “Okay,” Shane interrupts his train of thought, and Ilya blinks back to reality. They’re standing in a gaudy little gift shop, nowhere near their terminal. “You need to tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, Ilya.”

    Fuck. Shane is looking at him so expectantly that Ilya can’t even scramble for a lie, can’t find a joke to put his husband at ease. And so, because they both signed the marriage certificate and they both made promises, Ilya makes the impossible decision to be honest.

    ”I don’t know,” He says, pursing his lips, looking stubbornly at the floor. “I am scared, maybe. Anxious. I don’t know why. Or for what.”

    Shane doesn’t say anything, not for a few seconds; Ilya can feel his brown eyes boring into him, searching him for some unspoken answer, even as Ilya himself keeps his gaze square on the scuffed-up floor of the gift shop.

    Or: Ilya is suddenly scared of flying. Shane wants to find out why.

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    11 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 34

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    When Shane trudges through the door of his apartment, late from practice, hair still wet from the showers, shedding his bag off with a huff, and dropping to his knees in front of Ilya with a muttered, “please be, like, so fucking mean to me,” Ilya is given pause.

    Or: Shane can be as frustrated as he wants, but he's just too good to brat.

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    11 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 73

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    Hockey and sex aren’t really all that different. Not in her personal philosophy, at least. Both physical; both a little violent, if you’re doing it right. Both require focus, skill—and instinct. You’ll never get anywhere in either field without good instinct. Without a willingness to lose yourself in it, to give yourself up to something deeper than you, bigger than you, wilder than you.

    And—most importantly—Liliya Rozanova is really fucking good at both of them.

    Jane Hollander is good at hockey. Everyone knows that. Rozanova would like to know if she’s good at the other thing, too.

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    08 Apr 2026

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    "We should – in the shower, maybe? The water would cover up any…” Hollander clears his throat awkwardly. “Noises.”

    Ilya stares at him. A thoroughly entertained grin spreads slowly across his face. “Noises,” he repeats.

    Hollander opens his mouth, closes it again. His lips are so swollen. Ilya wants to bite them. “Well, do you want him to hear everything?” 

    “You think walls are made of paper?” Ilya asks incredulously.

    “I’m just saying…”

    Ilya’s voice drops into a low, teasing purr. “You are telling me you can’t control yourself, Hollander, is that it? Now that you don’t have cock in your mouth, you will be too loud. You are worried you cannot keep all those pretty moans to yourself?”

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    Or: Shane's worried they'll be overheard in room 1221. He has a very sensible solution. Ilya has other ideas.

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