“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” Knighter/Chuey, Hockey RPF
Hilary Knight was not a chump. She knew exactly how Julie looked at her when she wore her Team USA jersey. So help her, but Hilary loved how awkwardly red Julie got when she was caught staring, thought it was hilarious and flattering and kind of amazing.
Hilary wasn’t sure exactly what the particularly blatant glaring was for this morning, though. “What?!” she finally snapped, tugging her sweats up over her hips.
“Dammit, woman,” Julie rolled her eyes. “Take off the sweater for Christ’s sake, before I do something we both regret.”
Hilary looked up, bemused - Julie almost never got pissy with her, what the hell?
“Knighter, you’re wearing MY jersey. Take. It. Off.”
Hilary had about four seconds to realize the look on Julie’s face wasn’t anger before she got tackled by an armful of hockey player, and about another two to stop grinning like an idiot and pucker up.