Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

F/F

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Rose Landry & Svetlana Vetrova, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Svetlana Vetrova, Rose Landry, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Carter Vaughn, Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Zane Boodram, Cassie Boodram

Additional Tags:

Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Svetlana Has a Big Girl Job with the Bears, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Sex Toys, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Mutual Pining, Texting, no beta we die like svet's will to fuck josh, who is josh? some dude, Boston Bears | Boston Raiders (Game Changers), Ottawa Centaurs (Game Changers), New York Admirals (Game Changers), Married Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, POV Svetlana Vetrova, Shane Hollander & Rose Landry Friendship, Bisexual Rose Landry, Bisexual Svetlana Vetrova, Good Friend Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais, Good Friend Carter Vaughn, Good Friend Zane Boodram, Good Friend Cassie Boodram, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation

Language:

English

Series:

Part 3 of Shane and Dem Boyz

Stats:

Published: 2026-04-29 Completed: 2026-05-26 Words: 14,926 Chapters: 6/6

Between I and She

Summary

Svetlana has always been a woman who knew what she wants, how she wanted it, and where she wanted it. She was always on the move, making new connections – expanding her worldview. But somehow, sitting in this cottage outside of Ottawa, and in the presence of her best friends and recent Stanley Cup championships, she wondered to herself if she wanted more.

or Svetlana Vetrova falls in love with Rose Landry

Inspired by Between I and She by Willow.

Notes

- Welcome welcome to my roselana fic. I am very excited about this.
- OOC (nartuurlijk). This is based on my canon established in We are African Americans … and Mark (Shane) text fic. I encourage to read the first two chapters to get some important context for this story.
- I also encourage you to read Mec, j’ai besion, the second fic in this series for additional context. It’s na must.
- But to catch you up to speed, in my version of GCU universe, Shane, J.J., Carter, Zane and Svetlana are best friends. J.J. and Carter are dating. They all have a fun group chat.
- I hope you enjoy reading this.

Chapter 1: Weak

Chapter Notes

Svetlana chuckled loudly as she watched Shane walk her best friend since childhood – Ilya like a dog. They were currently bickering about what footsies to get for Anya, a domestic argument Svetlana never thought she would see her friend partake in.

“Come on Hollander, this one is sooooo cute.” Ilya whined while showing Shane a picture of the black pair with gold accents on it. Shane raised his brow at his husband before shaking his head.

“Anya Hollander-Rozanov is not wearing Bears colors in my house, Ilya. Get her some pink or something.” Svetlana laughed again as Ilya huffed and pulled up different colors. This was marriage, this was companionship. Svetlana has always been a woman who knew what she wants, how she wanted it, and where she wanted it. She was always on the move, making new connections – expanding her worldview. But somehow, sitting in this cottage outside of Ottawa, and in the presence of her best friends and recent Stanley Cup championships, she wondered to herself if she wanted more. Sure, Svetlana had a roster, and as a good front office woman, she knew how to curate a winning team. But sometimes teams have shortfalls, and shortfalls mean it’s time to pivot. So maybe, she wanted something more serious. Not Shane and Ilya serious, that was too domestic for her liking, but someone she could call her own, go home to once in a while. To have a person.

“Y’all are so cute, it disgusts me.” She chuckled, as she adjusted herself in the love seat.

“No, you love it. You love it so much. All you do is dream about how much in love my husband and I are.” Ilya teased back. Svetlana rolled her eyes before letting out a deep sigh.

“No, I don’t, but I do think it might be time for me to settle just a little bit. I am getting older.”

“Oh my gosh, what happened to Joshua?” Shane pipped up.

“Useless, good for nothing. Not even his mouth.” Svetlana rolled her eyes as she thought about her last flame that tragically extinguished. While he was relatively handsome, that’s all he was. Once he started to speak, everything below dried up and even on one tipsy night where she wanted to give the benefit of doubt, the sex was so lackluster that she immediately got up and walked out of his apartment and headed straight back home to her collection of toys.

They always knew what to do.

So yeah, no Joshua.

“Hmmm. Bad sex is definitely a deal breaker.” Shane hummed. “Wait!” Svetlana and Ilya both watched Shane with confused looks as he hopped out from his seat and went into the kitchen for his phone.

“Your husband stresses me out sometimes.” Svetlana mumbled in Russian.
“Same, but I love it.” Svetlana chuckled at his words. Shane ran back into the living room and sat back in his original seat as he opened his phone.

“You’re bisexual right?” Shane asked. Ilya snickered as Svetlana rolled her eyes for like umpteenth time for the day.

“Yes, Shane. You’re surrounded by Russian bisexuals.” She chuckled.

“You know, if I wasn’t gay, I think that would’ve been really hot.” Shane shrugged. Ilya laughed loudly before pressing a kiss against his husband’s head.

“Good thing you’re super gay.” He giggled. Shane quickly elbowed him before turning back to Svetlana.

“Okay, how do you feel about Rose Landry?”

“You’re ex-girlfriend?” Svetlana questioned, both afraid and excited on where this was about to go.

“The one and only.”

“Can we not refer to her as his ex. That was a dark time for me.” Ilya shuddered.

“Shut up.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Both Svetlana and Shane said at the same time. Ilya dramatically gasped as he grabbed his chest.

“I’ve been betrayed.” He exclaimed as he threw himself down onto Shane. Shane shook his head as he tried once again to redirect his attention to Svetlana.

“As I was saying, how do you feel about Rose Landry?” Shane smiled. Svetlana looked between Shane and the goofy grin that was across Ilya’s face. They know something. They are plotting something.

“I mean, we haven’t interacted that much, but from the few moments that we have, I do think she is really sweet and extremely funny.” Svetlana shrugged, as she tried to keep it casual. She didn’t want to start going on a tirade on how she knew every movie she was in, what color her hair was for each role, and the insanity of her twitter feed when it came to Rose Landry updates and Rose Landry thirst accounts. So, maybe she felt good about Rose, maybe too good.

“Hmm and you think she is hot?” Ilya chimed in.

“Well, I am not blind.” Svetlana shrugged. The husbands watched each other, doing the weird marriage telepathy that stresses her out. They were up to something, and she couldn’t figure it out fully.

Svetlana was back in her office at the TD Garden, when the notifications from her group chat with Shane, Carter Vaughn, J.J. Boiziau and Zane Boodram started to pop up on her phone. Part of her wanted to ignore them. As Senior Advisor to the General Manger (GM), she was currently looking at the roster composition of the Bears, debating if she should recommend trading a third liner for a defenseman out of Houston that was up for trade. He was good, but she was currently weighing the pros and cons of such decision before presenting it to the GM. On the other hand, she was tired of looking at names and numbers all day and wanted some form of entertainment. So, she picked up her phone.

4 Your (Colored) Eyez Only

Vaughn🍹: sometimes I forget Hollzy and Rose Landry are best friends, because that recent picture of them in LA had me panicking a little bit.

Boodram🇹🇹: 😂😭

Boodram🇹🇹: Nooo… I get it. But they are so fun together.

Шейн🏒: again, why do we insist on saying her full name?

Boiziau🇭🇹: Because she is Rose Landry, duh….

Svetlana chuckled at the boys. They were right, it was important to call her by her entire name, Rose Landry. It was like having to say Micheal Jordan, Micheal Jackson, Micheal B. Jordan – damn there are a lot of famous Micheals. The point still stood, Rose Landry had such a name that you had to say her first and last name. Rose. Landry. Svetlana sighed as her fingers moved across her keyboard. She was going to embarrass herself in front of these men. Rather them than anyone else, because in the short year she has gotten close to them, they were certainly one fascinating set of people.

Svetlana: I have a confession to make guys…

Boodram🇹🇹: 👀

Vaughn🍹: 👀

Boiziau🇭🇹👀

Svetlana: I am too like Shane Hollander…. I am a white (wo)man’s whore…. 😔

Шейн🏒: wait…

Шейн🏒: what??

Boodram🇹🇹: LMAOOOOOOOO YOOOOOW.

Boiziau🇭🇹I am crying right now. Svet! Pleaseeeeeee

Vaughn🍹: This is too funny.

Шейн🏒: I am not a white man’s whore?!!

Boiziau🇭🇹Isn’t Ilya a white man?

Shane: yes.

Boodram🇹🇹: exactly Hollzy. Exactly.

Svetlana: I’ve literally heard you referred to yourself as his little slut.

Boiziau🇭🇹: Oh, you’ve heard that too? I think we need to start a support group.

Svetlana snorted at J.J.’s message, nodding her head in agreement. Shane and Ilya tend to be quite loud during their sexual endeavors, and she wouldn’t be surprised if more people came out and said they were traumatized (or turned on) by the sounds those Hockey Husbands made.

Шейн🏒: whatever.

Шейн🏒: what was the point of saying that?

Шейн🏒: Oh, wait our conversation when you were here. Rose Landry!

 Шейн🏒: Ugh, Svet, you know you need to be clearer with me about these things.

Шейн🏒: Anyways, I can fix that.

Svetlana: wait. Wait wait.

Svetlana: SHANE HOLLANDER. WAIT.

Svetlana: OMG OMG WHAT’S HAPPENING.

Boodram🇹🇹: I think he is tapping into Ilya’s gay fairy dust.

Boiziau🇭🇹: that can mean so many different things.

Vaughn🍹: 😭

Unknown number to Svetlana

Unknown number: Hey!  This is Rose Landry. Shane gave me your number.

Svetlana: Holy shit.

Svetlana: I mean heyyyy ☺️

Rose Landry 🌹: It’s so finally nice to get to speak to you. I’ve been asking about you since the wedding.

Svetlana: Oh? Really?

Svetlana: those boys suck, because I too been asking about you since.

Rose Landry🌹: 😔 they are the worse.

Rose Landry🌹: but how are you gorgeous?

Svetlana watched the text thread with her mouth open, flabbergasted at the not just the point Rose wanted to talk to her since the wedding (hello???), but that she immediately called her gorgeous. Sure, Svetlana knew she was a very attractive woman – there was no debate about that – but hearing it from someone you really want to kiss, does make you feel different inside. Svetlana quickly responded to rose before going back to the group chat to yell at Shane.

4 Your (Colored) Eyez Only

Svetlana: SHANE HOLLANDER!

Шейн🏒: that’s my name.

Svetlana: slskdksdks. She has been asking about me since the wedding?? And only now I have her number?

Svetlana: there will be a dead Canadian and Russian in Ottawa today.

Шейн🏒: firstly, you know I’m oblivious. And I asked you how you felt about her and you gave me generic answers. So, I thought you only saw her as a nice friend.

Svetlana: I called her hot!

Шейн🏒: You call all of us in here hot??? Wasn’t yesterday you telling Vaughny and J.J. that you could be their third? Or telling Cassie that you could be their third?

Boodram🇹🇹: Can’t argue with Hollzy on that one Svet.

Vaughn🍹: Yeaaaahhhhhhh

Okay, but Svetlana guaranteed that her inquiries about being the couple’s third was valid. Carter had just posted a mirror selfie of both him and J.J. shirtless in the Admirals locker room and they looked good. Like really good. Why not ask a pansexual and a bisexual if they had space in their relationship for her? Wasn’t their friendship a safe space anyways?

Svetlana: whatever.

Шейн🏒: Also, Ilya knew. Kill him, not me.

Шейн🏒: actually, no don’t kill him. I don’t know how to live without him.

Boodram🇹🇹: awwwwwwww

Boiziau🇭🇹: I hate how cute that was.

Svetlana: UGH. Whatever.

Svetlana: Anyways, she called me gorgeous 😆

Svetlana: now I have to lick her pussy.

Vaughn🍹: OH??? I mean….. you know what.

Vaughn🍹: I support you Svet!

Svetlana entered her Seaport apartment giggling. Despite trying to get much of her work done, she spent the day smiling at her phone while texted Rose. Within the short three hours, she learnt more about Rose. From how she likes her coffee (ice caramel macchiato, almond milk) to her favorite nighttime tea (a blend of chamomile and lavender, especially for nights where she needs to fall asleep) to which cast member was currently getting on her nerves. The conversation was too easy. It made Svetlana feel eerily inside. However, at the same time she felt giddy. For the first time in a long time, she had a crush, and she was acting upon it (thanks to Shane of course). She felt excited, hopefully, but gosh she was she down bad and it was only a couple hours.

Ыля: I know you’re staring at your phone, crushing on Rose. Please stand up.

Svetlana: LEAVE ME ALONE ILYA. GO KISS YOUR HUSBAND OR SOMETHING.

Ыля: Oh, definitely or something 😏

Svetlana: I hate you.

Chapter End Notes

- This isn’t that long but it’s going to be good. Thank you so much for reading.
- I will admit, it took me over an hour, looking at Google Maps, thinking about my time when I lived in Boston to decide where Svetlana would live. I chose the seaport just because it’s ‘newer’ and has those really fancy lofts and penthouses that costs millions of dollars. Svetlana sold luxury cars and is senior assistant to the GM, she makes money. I was also debating like a ridiculous one in Downtown, Back Bay or Beacon Hill. Maybe even out in Malden. But seaport it is!
- Svetlana just wants good sex and company and here comes her best friends just sickeningly in love. Is that not crazy?????
- Looking forward to your comments. Until the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Make Me Feel

Chapter Notes

Translations at the end.

Svetlana paced around her walk-in closet as she tried to find the perfect outfit for this afternoon. After speaking every day for the last month, Rose informed her that she had a break between her guest appearance for a New York based show (Svetlana has a strong feeling it’s Law and Order: SVU) before going back to Los Angeles and she would love to spend time with her. That meant, the women organized a measly 10 hours when they would be able to be in each other’s space and two to three of those hours were dedicated to commuting to Logan International Airport and ensuring Rose made it to her flight on time.

 It was stressing Svetlana out.

Not just the logistics, no that was the easy part. It was the mere fact that she had the opportunity to spend time with Rose Landry, an actual date, other than in passing via their best friends. It felt like a lot of pressure. She did not want to mess it up. Her brain kept telling her that everything would go wrong, that she was not made for romance, for love, just for occasional fucks and hope that someone might linger long enough that she didn’t spend too much of her free time trying to scratch an itch.

Her brain was being ruthless. Because Svetlana knew better. She deserved happiness, she deserved romance and dammit, she deserved to be able kiss Rose’s soft lips. So yeah, she was pacing because today had to be perfect. The weather was already optimal, a bright and sunny Boston Summer Day, with the breeze from the harbor doing much to ease the city’s humidity. Everything just needed to fall in place. She would meet Rose in front of her building – as they both decided it made no sense for Svetlana to waste her time in traffic to the airport, despite it ‘technically’ only being 10 minutes away. She would ask the concierge to hold Rose’s bags, and they would quickly explore the seaport area, stopping at her favorite café for lunch. It was easy, simple plan.

But Блядь, she was freaking out.

As if the universe heard her panics, Svetlana’s phone rang from where she had it on her bed. She quickly ran towards it and let out a small sigh as she answered.

“I can feel you freaking out all the way from here bro. Relax.” The amusing tone of Zane Boodram’s voice made her chuckle as she wiped her hand across her face.

“Man.” She sighed. “I am nervous as hell, Zane, what if I mess this up.” Svetlana sighed, plopping down on to her bed.

“You’re not going to. Either way, Cassie told me to tell you that it’s fine to dress casual and cute and to put on the navy shorts that make your ass look – babe, how did you say the shorts would make her ass look again?” Zane paused in his advice, to ask his wife a question. Svetlana shook her head, was she heard shuffling from the other line. Despite only knowing Zane and the others after the wedding, she had an extremely close relationship with them, developing unique bonds with the various men. Zane and Cassie where her relationship gurus. It was scary on how well they could read her.

“The shorts you bought last month, babe.” Cassie’s voice chimed in. “The one from Ralph Lauren. The linen one,yes. Pair that with the cropped white tee, the pearl earrings and some shades. White tennis shoes as well.”

“And my hair?” Svetlana asked as she walked back to her closet to pull all the items out.

“Leave those curls out baby. You’re going to look beautiful as always. Do a little lip liner and gloss and Muah.” Cassie giggled. “Alright, I’m going to finish getting Milo ready so we can go to the lake. Here is Zane again.”

“Better?” Zane’s voice chuckled. Svetlana sighed as she placed the items on the stool in her closet. Yeah, she wasn’t freaking out as much anymore, and now she knew what to wear.

“So much better. I don’t know what I would do without your wife.” She chuckled.

“And me?” Zane added sounding offended that she only mentioned Cassie. Svetlana laughed a little louder as she grabbed her stuff for a shower.

“And you, Boodram.”

“Great. Now, go do whatever you have to do to prep and be ready. I know we are dramatic and say that it’s Rose Landry, but Svet, you know this from talking to her. That woman is down to earth and according to what Hollzy says in the locker room, is also very obsessed with you. It’s going to be fine.”

“What if I mess it up?” Svetlana sighed again, letting her insecurities bleed through once more.

“Svetlana Vetrova. There is nothing to mess up. You’re intelligent, gorgeous, funny, and surely know how to keep people on their toes. Don’t think about the bad stuff Svet. You’re going to have a great day, and shit, you might get your pussy ate. Sounds like a win to me.” Svetlana barked out a loud laugh as she shook her head.

“You’re disgusting. Go be with your family Zane.”

“Love you Svet.” Zane laughed. “Also, update us in the group chat. If you think Carter will not be begging for details, then you are wrong.” Svetlana giggled as they wrapped up their parting and hung up the phone. She placed it on one of her dressers and took a in a deep breath.

It was going to be fine. It was going to be fine.

And fine it was.

Rose Landry was stunning. Gorgeous. So, fucking hot. The woman currently sat across from Svetlana at her favorite café in seaport, looking through the menu for what she wanted for lunch. The menu wasn’t that crazy, typical salads, sandwiches and soups but was made it such care and dedication. Never missed. Svetlana was now sharing that with Rose.

Rose fucking Landry.
She needed to get it together.

Once the waiter collected their others, Svetlana focused on the woman who was smiling at her with bright eyes. They already had the dramatic greetings. A big hug in front of Svetlana’s building, both mentioning how excited they were to see each other. That energy fueled their walk, and now it was buzzing between the two of them as they sat across from each other.

“Okay, not to sound like a broken record, but I am very happy that I am able to see you.” Rose said as she grabbed Svetlana’s left hand. Svetlana felt her breathing becoming labored, as her body reacted to the touch. “Like I really, really, really, wanted to see you, get to know you better.”

“дерьмо, me too Rose.” Svetlana chuckled nervously. “This last month, I swear you’ve occupied most of my mind.”

“Oh really?” Rose asked with a small smirk adorning her face. Fuck. Svetlana breathed in softly as she looked down to where their hands were joined. I guess it was better to say it now than later. There was no need to waste time.

“Yes, it’s true.”

“What all have you been thinking about.” Svetlana muttered to herself in Russian, realizing that Rose was putting the ball in her court. She looked at the woman again, taking in her the silver/blueness of her eyes and how contrasted the red color that graced her long flowing hair. She had on a blouse that had a deep neckline, the curve of her breast providing material for Svetlana’s many, many, dreams.

“How nice it would be to hold your hands, run my hands through your hair, hear your laugh in person, kiss her lips, your entire body. Hold you, worship you, adore you. Things of such nature.” Svetlana shrugged as if the words she just spoken wasn’t a big deal.

“Oh.” Rose said softly with a small smile across her face. Before she could respond to Svetlana’s confession, the waitress came back with their food, placing the various sandwiches and salads in front of them. The conversation quickly shifted about the meal in front of them, and their favorite spots across the country. In the middle of telling Rose about a wild experience her and Ilya had while visiting a Russian restaurant in North Carolina, her phone started buzz rapidly. That could only mean two things – work – whom she has vehemently told them not to contact her on her off days – or the group chat.

“Now, who is that?” Rose asked with an amused look across her face. Svetlana sighed as she picked up the phone and seeing the various messages from Shane and Zane. She shook her head as she showed the previews to Rose.

“Your ex-boyfriend trying to get my attention like he didn’t know I would be busy.” She huffed as more messages pilled. Rose giggled at the thought, knowing exactly how Shane was, seeing that they were also best friends.

“Okay, I’ve heard so much about this group, what are those boys talking about?” Rose asked before taking another bite of her sandwich. Svetlana hummed as she finally opened the chat and scanned through the recent messages.

“Oh aww.” Svetlana cooed as she showed Rose the picture of Zane, Cassie and Milo on the beach by the lake.

“Shane asked if they were ready for camp, and Zane sent that. They are such a cute family.” Svetlana sighed as she turned the phone back towards her and responded to the picture.

“They are very adorable and from the few times I’ve met them, they are also extremely nice people.” Rose added. Svetlana nodded her head and then let a small giggle as the next picture was sent to the chat.

“Look.” She showed Rose again. Rose smiled as she watched the picture Shane sent of him cuddling with Ilya and their dog Anya. Svetlana new the picture was extremely adorable and that their friends were currently making good use of the cottage.

“Those two make me sick.” Rose laughed. “How the hell they could be both sexy and adorable and annoying and insatiable.”

“I ask that question every single day.” Svetlana giggles.

“I have an idea. Send a picture of me.” Rose shrugged with a sly smirk. Svetlana raised her brow, trying to find the words to answer her. Sure, they’ve been talking for a while. They both know that they really like each other. This was a first date that’s going well. Does sending a picture of Rose to her closest friends make whatever they are doing any more serious?

Svetlana didn’t have much time to spiral as she opened her camera app and snap a few pictures of the woman in front of her. She gave the phone to the actress, prompting her to choose which one she believed was the best. While Rose was scrolling, she closed her eyes in attempted to settle her nerves. Rose was invested in this. She wants Svetlana to show her off.

Holy Fuck.

“Send this one, I look very smitten.” Rose winked as she handed back Svetlana her phone. Svetlana chuckled as she pressed the share button on the picture and clicked the group chat. “Also, state that you’re single no more.”

Svetlana whipped her head up as she looked at Rose with a shocked expression. Everything the woman has done today oozed with confidence, but she was doubting that she heard what the actress said correctly.

“Excuse?” Svetlana huffed out. Rose smiled as she leaned across the table.

“Svetlana, baby. I’m not saying we are girlfriends at this moment. But I am also greedy. I want you, and I want you to be mine alone. So, let them know that you’re off the market.” Svetlana took a deep breath before she let out a small chuckle- cursing to herself in Russian.

“Rose Landry, I don’t think you know what you do to me.” Svetlana said as she texted a simple ‘#singlenomore’ to the group chat. It was corny but it was quick. However, none of that mattered. She needed to get out of this café and back to her apartment. If Rose wanted to mark her territory, she was going to let that happen.

The check was paid, and the journey back to Svetlana’s apartment was a quick but entertaining one. One or two persons noticed Rose – which prompted into a quick fan meet of autographs and photos (Svetlana hoped they didn’t question too much on why Rose was in Boston). After that, her phone erupted as J.J. and Carter essential broke the group chat and disappeared. Sure, they finally told the group that they were together – despite everyone knowing for months – but it was rude of them to just drop the picture and leave. Alas, it prompted a very hilarious group call, with Ilya and Zane suddenly had PSAs for safe and fun sex. Svetlana had to quickly remind them to mind their business and that they were over thirty years old. They ignored her pleas. Thankfully the call wrapped up as they stepped through the doors of Svetlana’s luxury apartment building. The coolness of the AC contrasted against the warmth of their skins, flushed not only by the city’s summer heat, but the itching desire and burn to explore each other’s bodies. The tension was thick, and seeping through every step they took from retrieving Rose’s bags, to the journey up the elevator to Svetlana’s apartment.

The tension finally broke as the stepped through threshold – Svetlana quickly placing Rose’s belongings to the side, as Rose launched onto to her. Now they found themselves, rooted firmly on Svetlana’s couch. Rose, sitting on Svetlana’s lap, pressed her body deeper into the women beneath her, as their lips move together as if it was a sporadic choreography. The women filled the room with small moans and whimpers as Svetlana slowly ran her hands under Rose’s blouse. Svetlana felt like her fingertips were on fire, the sheer electricity from touching Rose’s bare skin sent jolts to the most sensitive parts of her body. She was eager, and yearning for the woman, wanting their bodies to melt and mold into one.

“Svet, baby.” Rose whimpered as she pulled away from their kiss. “I need you to make me come.” Svetlana responded instinctively as she flipped them over, laying Rose on the couch. Svetlana trailed kisses from Rose’s neck, pushing her blouse up to cup her breast through the lacy bra she adorned. She continued her exploration as she kissed around the mounds around her breast, ghosting over her nipples, that were slowly pressing through the fabric. Svetlana was movement was paced by the soundtrack of Rose’s whimpers and moans, her pleads for the woman hovering over to touch her properly. The soundtrack hit an elongated bridge, as Svetlana popped Rose’s right breast out of bra, and slowly traced her tongue around the hardened nipple. She felt’s Rose’s hands comb through her curls, cooing her to continue her task. Satisfied with her work, Svetlana moved to the left breast, mimicking the actions she did before. Rose wrapped her legs around her waist, begging for the contact against her skin. Svetlana chuckled a little at the desperation. She finally had the woman of her dreams under her, and she was begging for her touch. It placed a sly smirk across her face. Sure, rose told her that she was hers, and only going to be hers, but she was determined to give a good enough performance, for that anytime Rose touched her body, she only thought about Svetlana.

Svetlana popped the nipple out of her mouth and giggled slightly at Rose’s blissed-out look. “What do you want from me, gorgeous?” Svetlana asked, her lust filled voice asked, as the Russian accent she usually hid, slipped out. Rose let out a small moan at the question, grabbing Svetlana’s face and bringing back to her lips. After another hastily kiss, Rose sighed, her blue orbs staring deeply in Svetlana’s brown ones.

“Svetlana, please fuck me.” She whimpered. Svetlana groaned as she kissed the woman again, throwing away any tenderness that lingered around the first time. She unbuttoned Rose’s jeans, frustratingly pulling them off. Stupid women clothes and the unnecessary complicatedness of them. Once the fabric was finally off, Svetlana pushed herself down the woman’s body finding herself, now faced with the wet fabric that held what she dreamed about.

“Shit Rose, you’re soaking wet.” Svetlana chuckled as she stuck her tongue out and licked along the wetness of the black cotton panties. “Just for me?” Rose’s laughed turned into a moan as Svetlana pressed the flat of her tongue against her clothed clit.

“Stop teasing, please.” Rose groaned out. Svetlana smiled as she picked up the material and pushed it to the side, exposing Rose’s cunt to the chilly air of her apartment. Before the woman could peg for her touch, Svetlana took her tongue as circled it around the hardness of Rose’s clit. Rose’s body jerked at the new content, as a soft moan escaped from the woman’s lip. That was all the indication she needed. She wrapped her lips around the bundle of nerves, going through a pattern of sucking and licking that sent Rose’s octaves up each set. She sounded heavenly. Svetlana was enamored by her sounds, shifting her techniques to get any other sounds. She removed her mouth from Rose’s clit, and pressed the pad of her thumb against it, rubbing it in slowly, rough circles, that had Rose’s eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“You want my fingers?” Rose whimpered out a yes, as Svetlana licked from her folds back up to her clit. She spent more time exploring the woman’s hole with her tongue, savoring the tangy taste on her mouth. Once she felt satisfied with the action, Svetlana slipped her index finger inside of her, pushing it in and out slowly. Rose’s moans increased, somehow finding a new way to break the noise barrier. My gosh, Svetlana loved the fact that she was loud. She felt her own arousal peaking, noting that her own underwear had to be soak about the site. However, Rose said she wanted to come, she was going to make Rose come, even if that meant the entire city of Boston was going to hear it.

Svetlana added her middle finger, speeding up the pace. Her finger curled, hitting the spot that Rose instructed her to keep going at. Making sure that the woman was feeling peak pleasure, she wrapped her lips around her clit again, restarting the previous action. Rose’s legs shook in anticipation, as her body continue to contract and clench around Svetlana’s fingers. She had a feeling that the woman was close, her breathing hiked and her she grabbed her breast, moaning out Svetlana’s names and all the filthy adorations that came with it. With one last suck on her clit, Svetlana felt the pressure exploding from Rose. She quickly pulled her fingers out as Rose screamed her name, and clear liquid spilled out of her. In a move to make her squirt more, Svetlana took the pads of her fingers and rubbed Rose’s clit harder, letting the liquid to cover her, the couch and the floor beneath them.

“Okay, wait wait…too much.” Rose huffed out as she tried to close her legs. Svetlana chuckled as she removed her fingers, kissing along her milky thighs, and licking up any of the residue that clung to her body.

“Fuck.” Rose huffed out as she slouched into the couch. “What the fuck.” Svetlana smiled as she leaned over Rose, sticking her tongue out for Rose to taste. The woman started another heated make out session, as Svetlana ensured Rose could taste all the parts of her. As they finally pulled away for a breather, Svetlana gave her a big smile, hoping that what she felt was reciprocated.

“So?” Svetlana asked.

“Svetlana, I don’t remember when last I orgasmed liked that. What the fuck.” Rose chuckled as she placed her head on Svetlana’s shoulder. “Give me a second, I need to return the favor.”

“Whenever you want gorgeous, because” Svetlana paused as she grabbed Rose’s left hand and put it inside of her pants, “she has been ready for you.”

Chapter End Notes

- I really wanted to do justice to these characters and what they wear (rr makes them suffer I swear) but I realized that these are rich people we are talking about, and I had look up Ralp Lauren prices (my stomach hurt). Here are the shorts I was talking about. $145 United States Bloodcleet Dollars. Foolishness lmao.
- Yes, I’ve made Zane and Cassie Svet’s good, good friends. Love Ilya to death, she is definitely taking relationship advice from him with a grain of salt.
- I also think this was a slight character study. I think you can be an extremely confident person but still have insecurities about some things, especially when your expertise isn’t long-term romantic relationships. In the books, Svetlana is as ‘emotionally’ detached from romance and relationships as Ilya is when they started to hook up. She relies on reliability and connivence. That was taken away from her when Ilya decided to fall in love. Watching her lovesick friends, now had her questioning if she could be the receiver of such, especially now since she actually has a crush. Rose pays attention to her, Rose wants to hang with her, and as a thirty something year old woman that’s horny hormones are at peak, she wants fuck Rose to show her that she is grateful for all of that (she also just communicates with sex). Anyways more of this will be expounded upon as she falls deeper for Rose Landry (including the boys who got their shit together yelling at her)

Translations:
Блядь (blayd) – fuck
Дерьмо – shit

Chapter 3: Say I Like The Way

Chapter Notes

- Inspired by thong song by Sisqo lmao
- Smut smut smut
- Translations and Supplementary Material at the end

The high Svetlana felt after Rose left her apartment in July quickly tumbled into a series of anger, emotional outbursts, and frustration. None of these feelings had to deal with the woman whose legs were wrapped around her head. In all honesty, Rose was one of the few bright spots she looked forward too. The way their scheduled clashed, it was nearly impossible to see each other in person. However, they found time to carve pockets of space, when they would spend time catching up, learning more about each other, and accomplishing things over phone sex they were certain no one has done. Despite all of that, Svetlana was miserable.

Do not get her wrong, she loves her job. The problem is that now her friends were suing the league for sexual and racial discrimination, meant that she was now a target of the league’s wrath. A tactic that was completely illegal, and meant she had to source her own legal team against the league. It was everything but fun. Her lawyer, a stern Harvard Law graduate that grew up in Savannah, Georgia, worked hand in hand with Shane’s lawyer to ensure that their cases were aligned and that they presented the right evidence to the courts. The issue that made this even more difficult, is that they were banking on the civil courts that all miraculously had some connections to Roger Crowell. They had to refile their cases three times. That took up most of July and August, times where she was supposed to be preparing the teams for training camp, and finalizing rosters, and times where the hockey players in her life were hosting their summer camps and enjoying the last few weeks of the vacation.

Nothing was enjoyable.

However, regardless of whatever the situation was, Svetlana was a hard worker. She did her best to put the noise to side and worked on her tasks assigned to her. This season needed to be a turn around one for the Bears. They were finally dealing with repercussions of Ilya’s departure, hovering in the middle of the standings, and not the championship caliber team that the franchise destined to be. Of course, everyone on the east coast knew how hard it is to build a team when the Centaurs were packed, but it was always important to plan for the future. While Hollander and Rozanov weren’t slowing down, they weren’t getting younger. This meant, that in collaboration with scouts, Svetlana worked hard on curating a roster that would bring back glory to the city of Boston.  She spent hours going over reports, film, and calling Yuna Hollander for her second opinion on some players. She presented drastic trade packages and out of the box free-agency signings to the head GM, who watched her with an amused look every time she stomped into the office with a new idea. She was devasted to learn that Carolina controlled many of the picks for the next year’s draft, which meant the prospect forward, and hometown kid, Marcus Lewis, was not a sure pick for her. However, she was consistently reminded of the Russian Proverb her father would tell her.

Без труда не вытащишь и рыбку из пруда. Without effort, you can’t even pull a fish out of a pond.

And effort was one of her best qualities. Svetlana pushed all summer that by opening night, the Boston Bears Roster was set.

Boston Bears Roster 2022 – 2023

Despite the construction of a very good roster, her commitment to the team and their work, many of her coworkers still found time to despise her. They tried to blame the issues that the team was having with league on her. They tried to push the narratives that she wasn’t qualified enough for the position (despite her MBA and her master’s in economics from Harvard and Northeastern University respectively).  That her knowledge of the sport was superficial and only got her way in because her father was Sergei Vetrov and was a known friend of Ilya Rozanov.

“And so, fucking what if nepotism helped me get the job. That doesn’t matter because I am fucking good at it. They don’t see me complain when they hire their best friend’s son to become an intern and that boy can’t even hold crayons. So why they keep putting my name in their stupid mouths? Ублюдки.” Svetlana ranted on the phone to Rose. She took a deep breath as she plopped down on her bed, surrounding herself around a sea of pillows.

“I fucking hate that for you Svet.” Rose’s voice softly said from the other line. “I hate that in this world, as a woman you have to work twice as hard, and I’m certain it’s even worse for you as a Black woman.”

“I don’t know which accusations I find more offensive, that I am an evil witch because I’m Russian or that I am an evil witch because my mother is from Louisiana.” Svetlana huffed. “Either way, I hate them so much, and they are just mad that I’m the one saving this fucking team and not them.”

“I think if they keep going on like this, ownership my step in, right?” Rose questioned. Svetlana hummed as she thought about it. Ownership was old Boston money. They have been able to get away with a lot of things over the last decade, but with the sons now taking over and keeping pushing to make the work environment a safe and inclusive space, Svetlana guess that ownership would rectify things. They’ve publicly supporter her through the lawsuits and was proud to plaster her across their ownership group social media. However, it was still hockey. A sport dictated by white men.

“The last time I put my full trust into a white man, he fell in love and ran to Ottawa to be close to his now husband. I don’t think it would fix things immediately, but it would be nice.” Rose laughed at the chirp towards Ilya, prompting a wide smile across Svetlana’s face.

“If I didn’t know you two were inseparable, I would swear you hate Ilya.” Rose giggled. “But I understand. What I think you need is a night out.”

“Ugh, I’m getting too old for Boston night life, Rose. Plus, these rich fucks only go to the yacht clubs, drink bad vodka and maybe do a line of cocaine. I can’t get loose like that?”  

“Well, good thing I’m not talking about Boston baby. I’m in New York next week. Get a flight down, call Carter and J.J. and let’s find that NDA celeb only establishment and have a ball!” Rose squealed with high levels of excitement. Svetlana chuckled, smiling at the fact that she was able to see Rose again, but also have a good time outside. It was overdue and with the season on its way, she needed this more than ever.

“I’ll message the boys right now.”

Instagram

@svetlanavetrova I’m pleased to be chilling in the West Indies. Turks & Caicos, you owe me nothing.  A small throwback to September.

[photo dump carousel with 5 pictures. 1: Svetlana, clad in an orange monokini leaning against a coconut tree, drinking from a coconut. Her hair is out and tussled by the sea breeze; 2: picture of the sea, with Svetlana sitting on a beach chair and a book against her long legs, still wearing the orange monokini; 3: collage of the different dinners she had, including surf and turf, fried snapper, and conch salad; 4: picture of Svetlana in a pool, wearing a black bikini and shades on top of her hair; 5: picture of Svetlana’s silhouette in the sunset at the beach, showing her curves.]

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Comments (450)

@ilyarozanov81: so, that’s what we do now? Go on vacations and don’t tell your best friend?

reply to @ilyarozanov81, @svetlanavetrova: you literally got engaged and didn’t tell me. Do not pull the best friend card right now.

@vaughny: glute routine when? 

reply to @vaughny, @svetlanavetrova: sending you the pdf right now.

@jjboiziau: I know there is someone staring at these pictures.

reply to @jjboiziau, @zaneb00dram: SAME.

reply to @zaneb00dram, @svetlanavetrova: can the both of you shut up!!

Svetlana walked into the celebrity exclusive in Manhattan – The Oracle – with Carter and J.J. laced into their arms. After some planning, they agreed that she would walk into and leave the club with them, avoiding any speculation that she was here with Rose. The club had a strict no phones, no photography rule, and all patrons had to sign an NDA in advance to not talk about what happened in the establishment. This meant celebrities from all walks of life found themselves in this establishment when they needed a night out in the town and didn’t feel like to deal with the blow back from the public for their behavior. So now, the three of them was strutting into the two-story establishment, moving to the song that the DJ was currently playing. Carter informed them that it was lovers’ night, which meant the DJ was sticking to more R&B songs, and other forms of love ballads. It also meant the dancing amongst the patrons was more intimate than if it was another night. Rose found excitement at the idea of being able to dance with Svetlana however she wanted. Svetlana was nervous. Despite the three pep talks and two shots she had with Carter and J.J., when they walked up to the booth where Rose and her friend Miles were sitting at, Svetlana felt her heart pounding. She had to remind herself that yes, this was Rose Landry, but this was still the woman that she spoke to every day for the last 6 months. Sure, sometimes a conversation was ten minutes or three hours, but they spoke all the time. they know each other’s secrets and each other’s bodies. So, there was no reason that Svetlana felt that she couldn’t breathe as she walked into the woman’s space.

When she finally got in front of her, Rose stood up and pulled her into a warm embrace. Svetlana felt her body relax and she replicated the movements, moving slowly to the music.

“Hey baby girl,” Rose smiled, before giving Svetlana a small peck on her lips. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, fuck.” Svetlana smiled before kissing her multiple times. “I am very happy you suggested tonight.”

“And I’m happy you’re able to come. I made sure they ordered good vodka just for you.” Rose smiled as she pointed to the table that hosted various bottles of alcohol. “don’t think too much tonight okay, we’re going to have a good time.”

Svetlana took that as the gospel. After the five of them caught up a little, they all moved to the dance floor, as they partied hard to the music that blasted through the speakers. After three vodka-sodas and a couple shots, Svetlana found herself clinging onto Rose’s body, her arms wrapped around her waist, legs between each other, as they both slowly grinded their bodies together to the rhythm. Svetlana wasn’t sure what song was playing anymore. She just let the bass the erupted from the speakers guide her movements. Each time their bodies connected with each other, Svetlana felt her body get warmer, and the knot in her stomach get tighter. She wanted to ravish the woman in front of her, make her yell her name that all the patrons would stop and stare. She wanted her to become undone, and let the world know that only her, could make Rose orgasm like that. But they were in the middle of club, holding each other so tight, that they might as well start fucking. Rose’s arm around her shoulders, brought her down to the woman’s level. Rose didn’t hesitate as she pressed her lips on Svetlana’s. Svetlana took the small sigh that Rose breathed as an opportunity to stick her tongue in, sloppily making out on the dance floor. After a heated minute, Rose pulled away from her and gave her sultry smile.

“Let’s go to the bathroom quickly.” Svetlana heard the wolf-whistle from the boys as she quickly pulled Rose’s arm towards the bathroom area. They found a single stall bathroom and pushed in, quickly locking the door behind them. As the click sounded, Svetlana pushed Rose against the wall, pressing their lips together once more. The woman hands explored each other’s bodies and their sloppily made out, spit connecting from their tongues, slowly covering their lips, smudging the perfectly done lip combos they walked into the club with. Svetlana’s hands ended up under Rose’s dress, slowly pushing the glittery material up. As she got the dress firmly above her thighs, Rose held her arms, stopping the process.

“You want to slow down?” Svetlana purred, but looking at Rose to see how the woman felt. Rose smiled at her, as she shook her head slightly.

“No, but I need to show you something. Back up a little.” Svetlana raised her brow as she stepped away from her body, giving the space she requested. Rose hiked up her dress up until her waist, showing the underwear she was wearing. Svetlana licked her lips as she looked as the blue lacy material that clung against Rose’s body. She watched up and down before she saw what Rose wanted to show her.

On the crotch, embroider in white were the initials S.V.

“Блядь.” Svetlana mumbled. She launched back on to a giggle Rose, pulling the woman’s mouth onto hers again. She took her right palm, and cupped Rose’s crutch, slowly pressing against her sensitive spots.

“Let’s go back to my room.” Rose moaned softly, as Svetlana continued to press her palm. Svetlana nodded as she gave her one more kiss. When they pulled away, Rose pulled back down her dress, and Svetlana adjusted her own clothes. The women both laughed, as they looked in the mirror, seeing how blissed out they looked. In tandem, the worked on fixing themselves up, and when they were satisfied on how they looked, walked out of the bathroom hand and hand.

When they got back to the table, where J.J. was pouring another round of shots, Svetlana walked up to the other couple and took the glass out of his hand. She quickly threw back the tequila and then cleared her throat.

“Boys, it’s time to go home.” J.J. and Carter both exchanged amused looks with each other, before taking their own shots.

“You look feral by the way.” J.J. chuckled as he grabbed her arm. “Don’t worry, we will make sure you arrive to Rose in one piece.”

As Svetlana stepped into Rose’s hotel room, Rose quickly kissed her and then pushed her softly onto the bed. Svetlana laughed as her body bounced at the mattress. She slowly liked her lips as she saw Rose lifting her dress again, showing the thong that sent Svetlana quickly in the club. Rose slowly stepped out of the material and twirled the thin fabric around her fingers. Svetlana was stuck looking at Rose’s face, and her bare glistening cunt that was in front of her. Aroused to the point that she was ready to scream, Svetlana angled herself, as she pulled off her underwear as well. Her black lace wasn’t as scandalous as Rose’s own, but it sure added to the vibe of the night. She leaned down to unbuckle the strap of her heels, as Rose leaned down to stop her again.

“Keep them on.” Svetlana muttered a string of Russian curse words as she leaned back on the bed, making sure that she could see Rose. Rose strutted towards the bed, her bare feet padding against the room’s carpet. She got on the bed, slightly hovering Svetlana – her piercing blue eyes staring into her soul.

“Open.” She simply commanded. Svetlana opened her mouth slightly and was shocked and even more aroused when she realized that Rose stuck the tong her mouth. “Beautiful. We have neighbors tonight, and I know you can get loud.” Rose chuckled as she pressed kissed from Svetlana’s lips down to her collar bone. Rose pulled down the top of Svetlana’s dress, letting her nipples harden in the rooms cool air. She twisted and turned the woman’s brown nipples, as she became a moaning mess, muffled by the fabric in her mouth. Once she felt satisfied with her torture, she dropped down to Svetlana’s crotch, opening her legs wide. She gave was long lick from her hole to clit, sending shivers down Svetlana’s spine. She continued the motion, at a slow agonizing pace. Svetlana wanted to protest. She could, it wasn’t like she restrained, but she also didn’t want to take the fabric out of her mouth. After what felt like forever, Rose stopped in her torture to open Svetlana’s legs wide, angling them to the side. Rose then got up from her position, hovering her own cunt over Svetlana’s before quickly dropping down. Rose let out a shaky moan, as the friction of their clits sent vibrations through her body. She slowly moved her body, rubbing their sensitive parts against each other. Once she got into a steady rhythm, she dropped Svetlana’s left leg, and used her free hand, to pull her dress down so her breast can be out. Rose palmed her breast, as her voice sang Svetlana’s name. The room filled with moans from the women – Svetlana’s own muffled by the panties – and the slightly squeaking of the bed as they battled of each other’s orgasmed. Svetlana felt her body tightened, knowing that any more pressure would cause her to erupt. Before she could warn Rose, she felt her legs trembling as a creamy substance leaked out of her and a loud moan pulling out of her body. Her orgasm was quickly followed by Rose, who quickly lifted herself off Svetlana, letting the clear liquid spill out of her shaking body.  

Rose quickly collapsed on Svetlana’s body, breathing hard to catch herself. As her breathing normalized as much is it could, she reached up to take the now spit soaked underwear from Svetlana’s mouth and replace it with her own mouth.

“I hope this is what you needed.”

“Rose, I don’t think you understand how much I needed that.” They both said at the same time. the women giggled before the forced themselves off the bed to clean up a bit. Svetlana couldn’t fathom that she kept having life changing sex with this woman, and that she would continue to do things, such as her initials in her thong, just for her. She looked at the blue material that was now on the floor with an amused look. Rose laughed as she picked it up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wash and dry it so you could go home with it tomorrow.” Rose said, before kissing Svetlana’s temple.

“Keep it, because I want to continue to take it off of you.”

Chapter End Notes

- I asked my best friend, sex scene or no sex scene and well, I guess you now know the answer.
- I’ve spent way too much time making up this roster, only to realise when I was putting in the numbers (copied straight from the Bruins Roster baby), that they would have back-ups. I then told myself that this is opening day roster and no one was called up yet. Also, the cities I chose for everyone was random as hell, and the names were also randomly generated.
- Anyways, Svetlana and Rose are both really obsessed with each other, and they always have good sex.
- This is a short one, so there are two more chapters to go. But here is what is next for the Shane and Dem Boyz Series: Zane POV on Hollanov set during TLG; Social Media Fic with Reaction to the Lawsuit mentioned in this story and Mec, j’ai besoin; Deleted (Sex hehee) Scene from Mec, j’ai besoin; everything else I’m going to keep as a secret for now. I’m also thinking to wrap up the text fic at 20 chapters, but we are going to see. So subscribe to the series (and to me) for everything that’s planned.
- Thank you for reading and I’m looking forward to your comments!

Translations
Ублюдки – bastards
Блядь – fuck
Sources:
Boston Bruins 2025-2026 Roster
Turks and Caicos Traditional Food & Cuisine
Hockey Team Roster Size Explained: Player Count by The Puck Authority
NHL Players by Country: 2026 Nationality Breakdown
Russian Proverb of the Day

Chapter 4: Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Chapter Summary

Inspired by Can't Take My Eyes Off You (I love you baby) by Lauryn Hill

Chapter Notes

Lol, that chapter count surely went up.
Italics are conversations in Russian.

January 2023

Svetlana was currently debating on which dress to pack for her weekend in Los Angeles when Shane’s voice cut through the chaos of the phone call. She and the boys – Shane (sometimes Ilya), Zane (many times Cassie), J.J. and Carter – were currently on their monthly check-in face time, catching each other up on the happenings of each other lives. With most of them living in the city, it was mostly what’s the summary of what was happening in Ottawa, New York, and them being extremely nosy about Svetlana’s life. Of course, the conversations around hockey had to be as vague as possible. with all of them being competitors, any allegations of collusion would quickly derail their careers. Svetlana looked down at her phone, to see Shane had on his glasses, reading from the laptop.

“Okay, the lawyers just sent us an update regarding our lawsuits” He started before adjusting his glasses. “He anticipates that we will finally get a judgment next month after one more hearing in front of the judge. He believes that the judge will rule in our favor and has petitioned for – holy shit.”

“Holy shit, what Hollzy?” Carter pipped in.

“For over 3 million dollars each in damages. Holy shit.” Svetlana stopped in her actions to look at the camera with wide eyes. Obviously, to their accountants, three million would look like a small addition to their overall net worth but getting that much money out of the league was an incredible feat, and she cannot believe their lawyers pulled that off.

“That’s a lot of fucking money. Sheesh.” Zane whistled as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t need it, but shit.”

“What’s the plan to do with it?” J.J. added as he popped his head next to Carter’s. “I was thinking to donate some to Irina Foundation and to Scott’s own but sending that much money to non-profits sounds like administrative hell for them.”

“Yeah, I don’t think Yuna would be too pleased with us. Also, people would argue that we are just giving the money to ourselves.” Zane added. Shane and Svetlana both hummed in agreement. Svetlana sighed again, thinking about how insane life has been lately. Nothing but insane back and forth about her own autonomy and safety in this league, and now they might win. And oh, she is also going to see Rose Landry in less than 24 hours.  

“Honestly, I think that’s something to think about later. We have more important matters to deal with.” Shane smiled as he took off his glasses. Svetlana squinted her eyes at him, as she had a bad feeling on where this would go. “Our good friend Svet, is going to LA tomorrow.”

Мелкий ублюдок.

“Svetlana, ma princesse, are you going to finally tell Rose that you’re madly in love with her?” J.J. asked. Svetlana let out a loud groan as she plopped down on the couch in her closet. She made the mistake once last month saying that she is falling in love with Rose. Now the men, four of them who all took the most emotionally stunted routes to tell their significant others that they loved them, were now pressuring her to do the same.

“Anyways. If we want to talk about me going to LA, I need help in choosing a dress.” She redirected as she placed her phone back on the top of one of her dressers and picking up the two dresses. In her left hand, she held a black Nini Flora Sweetheart Minidress – with large wild rosses across it and in her right hand, she held a silver crystal chainmail slip dress from the same brand.

“That flower is?” Cassie’s voice echoed from the speaker.

“A rose.” The group snickered at her answer she threw the dress into her go pile.

“To be quite honest, I prefer the silver dress, but I think the black one sends a message.”

“A desperate one!” The familiar Russian voice stated. Ah yes, the whole family was here. “She is in love, not desperate. Walk with the silver one.”

“Because you would have a first-hand knowledge on what it means to be desperate, ain’t that Roz.” Zane chirped with a big grin across his face. Svetlana cackled as Ilya’s face appeared into the frame with his husband.

“I know where you live Zane Boodram. Try me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure to bring a good bottle of wine when you do.” Zane waved him off. “Also, Svet, you’re not changing the topic, are you going to tell Rose that you love her?”

“Yes Svet! You must say it in English and in Russian. Maybe not in Russian first.” Ilya shrugged.

“A man that took eight years to tell his situationship that he loved him is giving me advice. Look what the world have become.” Svetlana sighed as she plopped back down on the bench. The group laughed as Ilya mumbled a series of curse words to her Russian.

“Okay, but do you want to be like emotionally stunted hockey players or a woman that knows what she wants?” Cassie asked. Svetlana shook her head as she understood where the woman was coming from.

“I never want to be associated with emotionally stunted hockey players.” Svetlana smiled. The five men started arguing on they were not emotionally stunted and knew how to communicate and express their feelings. Cassie reminded them that drastic things had to happen for them to get to where they are in their life and somehow silenced the room.

“Are you silent or we’re you silenced.” Carter mumbled before huffing in his seat. “Also, Svet acting like we aren’t her best friends in the entire world.”

“It’s such an unfortunate reality.” She hummed with a small smile across her face. The group, in a coordinating fashion, all reacted in shock before erupting into another rant. Shaking her head, she got up to continue packing her bag. She had a flight to catch and a woman to confess too.

Svetlana rolled her suitcase out of baggage claim of LAX with ease. As she stepped into the arrivals, she saw the driver with her name and quickly followed him out to where the vehicle was waiting for her. The way in which she was able to fall into the role of a celebrity – or a socialite felt like second nature to her. It came from years of being around and working in elite circles such as accompanying her father at important events in Russia, to networking circles as a luxury car salesperson, or as Ilya’s plus one at league and other brand events. She took all the lessons that she learnt being in such environments and applied it to whenever she found herself in Los Angeles. Walking into the city with a sense of importance or ownership, meant that you got things done quickly and efficient. The last time she was in the city, she helped the ownership group of the Bears gained another important investor. So yes, Svetlana appreciates the confidence that lives in her when she steps into Los Angeles. However, this was going to be the first time she was with Rose. She was excited to see the city from her perspective. Rose has solidified herself as a A-list actress, rubbing shoulders with the greats such as Angeline Jolie, Meryl Street, and Angela Basset (and if you gave Svetlana the chance, she would love to do all kinds of rubbing with Ms. Basset). Something about watching Rose command the room and charm those who are around her was one of the many reasons she fell in love with her. Others included her kindness, her whimsiness, her smile, her hair, her eyes, and other too numerous to mention.

Svetlana’s thoughts of the woman she loved were interrupted by her phone ringing. She looked down at the device and scrunched her face, surprised that it was her father calling. She looked out the window to see that they were slowly crawling in the city’s traffic and to the GPS that showed an eta of another 45 minutes. She had time for this call. On the third ring, she answered hoping that this was a quick check in.

“Hello, Papa.”

“Svetlana, my daughter. How are you?” Her father asked, voice sounding as strong as ever despite now being in his old age.

“I’m doing alright, just landed in Los Angeles.” She heard her father softly click his tongue, as if it was disappointing to hear that she was in the city. “And yourself?” Before her father responded, she heard some shuffling of what she assumed were chairs before hearing the softness of her mother’s voice. She already imagined how they were set. A quick look at the time, she realized that it was late evening in Moscow, and her parents were sitting around the dining table under the soft yellow light the illuminates the living room. She sighed to herself. Every so often, she found herself missing home. With changing politics, her public friendship with Ilya and the demand of her current job, she found herself going to the country she considered her home less. Part of it was intentional. She knew she would’ve been surveillance as soon as her ticket was bought. The other part was just there wasn’t much time on her side. Her parents still go over every winter for the holidays, as her father felt it was important to bring in the new year and Orthodox Christmas in the land of his birth. She respected her parents for wanted to keep tradition, but she knew they were starting to resent her for following it with them.

“Oh, my sweetheart.” Her mother’s voice registered. She always loved when she spoke in Russian, as some of her creole dialect bleeds through the thickness of the Russian accent. “Your father and I are doing well. Missing you so much.” Svetlana closed her eyes as she thought about when last she saw her parents. It would have to be in late November for a week, when she took a time to go down to the Louisiana to spend thanksgiving with her mother side of the family. It was a good time, with good food but it was also a quick turnover. She had to be at work to deal with a trade by the Sunday of the weekend.

“I miss you guys too. How has home been?” She heard her father huffed as something – she assumed a mug – clanged against the table.

“It’s been good Svetlana. It’s just that we are a little worried about you.” Her mother stated. Svetlana pulled the bottom of her lip between her teeth. She knew she hasn’t been home in a while but now she was concerned. The tone of the voice wasn’t one of ‘you’re partying to hard’ but more of, this might be dangerous.

“But this might be our last holiday in Russia.” That made Svetlana sat up in her seat. The driver quickly looked back at the sudden movement, and she gave him a tight smile to indicate that she was fine.

“Why? What is happening mama?”

“Honey, word is getting out that you’re seeing a woman.” The silence that followed her mother’s sentence felt like a knife cutting straight through her body. Of course, in her ventures of falling in love with Rose, she forgot how this would impact her parents. She closed her eyes tight, as she heard the words of a bad ex reminding her that she was selfish and only ever thought about herself. How she wasn’t worthy of nice things as she always pushed the needs of others after hers, never asking about how they would feel.

“And Svetochka, I know your minding is running right now. Your father and I are not blaming you. It’s just that it’s such a high-profile person, we’re being told things.”  Her mother sighed. “It’s going to be okay.” Svetlana was unsure if her father’s silence was one of solidarity or one of disappointment. However, she wasn’t going to dwell on it too much and hopefully speak to him face to face when they got back to the U.S. Hopefully, he would understand.

“Okay mama. When you come back home, we are going to talk. Make sure everything is good and that you guys are safe.” She said, her voice trembling. She heard the chairs moved again and feet shuffling against the wooden floor of their home. Her father’s voice became distant as her parents quickly spoke as to where her mother was going. She knew her mother ended up in the living room as she heard the woman mumble ‘yes, lord Jesus’ and plopped into the couch.

“I love you mama.” She found herself saying. “I love papa too.”

“I love you Svetochka. Your father loves you too.” Her mother said. “And I know she loves you too.”

The emotional turmoil of earlier was immediately quashed as she walked into Rose’s Beverly Hill’s home. She walked into open arms, sinking into the woman’s arms. She then kissed her tenderly, taking her time to show the woman how much she appreciated her. The kiss was statement, one that expressed complete devotion, commitment, and a strong sense of admiration and love. As they finally pulled away from each other, Rose gave her a bright smile and gave her a tour of the house.

Since that moment, Svetlana felt that she was unable to take her eyes off Rose. She observed the woman as she made them snack, as she slipped into the bathroom to get ready for their date, as she did her make up, put on her dress, slipped into her heels. As she walked to the car they ordered, during the drive, and now as she sat across from her the dimly lit restaurant.

They just put in their order for what Rose considered the best sushi in the entire world, and Svetlana couldn’t be in more of a trance as she watched the woman take a sip of her wine. Her red painted lips smudged against the crystal glass, and Svetlana wondered how the color would look against her brown skin. Her thoughts were all over the place but in the best way possible. She felt fuzzy.  Warmth flowed through her body, as Rose started to talk about her preparation process for her new project, an indie movie in where she had to play a serial stalker. The melodic sounds of her voice, guided Svetlana through the night as they ate their sushi, drink more wine and shared a dessert. After arguing back and forth on who would pay, Rose being the winner handed her card over to waitress before grabbing Svetlana’s hands. They had about ten minutes before the waitress would return with her card, and when they were being picked up. Svetlana knew it was now or never. Not only she would be disappointed in herself if she didn’t say it now, but she could already hear the disappointed pleas by the five hockey players from all the way on the east coast. Taking a deep breath, Svetlana lifted their hands and kissed Rose’s knuckles softly.

“Rose Landry, I need to say this now before exploding. But shit.” She chuckled to herself. When she looked back up at Rose, she saw Rose’s piercing eyes staring at her, filled with something she wished conveyed hope. Svetlana cleared her throat and then took a deep breath.

“I love you. Like I am madly in love with you. I can’t describe how much I need you or how much I love you. But please know, that this love I have for you is strong.” Rose blinked her eyes as if she was holding in tears. Before Svetlana could properly convey how she felt, Rose’s free hand grabbed her face across the table and brought her into a heated, but soft kiss. As the women pulled away, they laughed to themselves as the waitress was there with Rose’s card. The waitress handed Rose her card and receipt. Rose quickly added a generous tip and signed the receipts. As the waitress walked away from their table, Rose gave Svetlana a big smile.

“I love you too, Svetlana Vetrova.” Svetlana immediately felt like she was floating. Cloud nine was not a good enough descriptor to illustrate the emotions that flowed through her body. The feeling only intensified as they walked out of the restaurant – hand in hand – towards the car. During the entire car ride back to Rose’s home, they kept giggling and whispering to each other that they loved each it other. The euphoric feeling of confessing your love, was one that Svetlana would cherish forever. It silenced all the thoughts she harbored about being unlovable, not deserving, not worth it. There was a woman who loved her and she loved her back. That’s all that mattered.

Chapter End Notes

- Writing Svetlana goofing off with boys is a little healing to me as a woman who also has a group of men that I’m stuck with for the rest of my life lol. It also made me miss my friends a little but that’s something to unpack with a professional and not the end notes in an ao3 fic.
- These are the dresses: Nina Floral Sweetheart Minidress. Harmony Crystal Chainmail Slip Dress
- The conversation with her parents felt necessary to me because sometimes shit gotta realistic. I think many times when I write queer characters, I tend to find myself leaning in the troupe of the parents/family being tolerant and not supportive. Again, it’s probably more stuff that I need to unpack but it’s the reality of a lot of queer people. Because of such tolerance, you’re not going to cut off the first people you’ve known in your life that easily. But yeah they going be aight.
- Svetlana is so down bad for Rose that her brain just goes “rose rose rose rose rose”. Sounds like another Russian we know huh?
- Looking forward to your comments again, and until next update (aiming this weekend?) – bye.
Translations
Ma princesse – my princess
Мелкий ублюдок – little fucker

Chapter 5: Places

Chapter Summary

Inspired by My/Your Place by King Sis

Chapter Notes

Short chapter. Smut with a lot of feelings. Enjoy.

The pair stumbled into Rose’s Beverly Hills home, riding the high of dinner. Sure, they had a couple of glass throughout the night, but it was the floating feeling of being in love that guided their giddiness. Rose walked into the kitchen, poured them another glass of wine before doing her quick rounds to make sure the house was locked and secured. Once the house was secured, Rose grabbed Svetlana’s hand and her glassed and walked her up the stairs towards the master’s bedroom. Sure, Svetlana was in there earlier when they were getting ready for dinner. They already made out on the bed, slightly touched each other in the expansive walk-in closet, but this felt different. As if the stakes where higher and the implications of what was going to happen meant something different.

“Sit on the bed my love.” Rose instructed as she placed her half empty glass on her bedside table. Svetlana sat on the edge of the bed, slowly kicking off her heels as she watched Rose disappear into her closet. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, replaying the moment they had in the restaurant. The thought made her giggle, as if she was a prepubescent teen and not an adult woman. She didn’t care and she didn’t particularly care when she felt a pair of soft lips on hers, snapping her out of her daze.

“What are you thinking about in that pretty head of yours?” Rose asked as she slowly pulled away. Svetlana looked up into her blue eyes and felt herself melting away at the sight. She sighed as she wrapped her arms around Rose’s waist, bringing her body close to hers.  

“I’m thinking about you, and how lucky I am to have you, and how in love I am with you, and…” Svetlana sighed again. “It just makes me feel so giddy inside. I don’t remember when last, I’ve ever felt like this. I want to feel like this forever. Just being yours. Навсегда.”  Forever. Rose smiled at her, squatting down so they can be face to face.

“I want you forever as well, baby.” She grabbed Svetlana’s jaw, and pressed a hard, but emotional kiss. The couple slowly made out, moving themselves fully onto the bed. Rose’s body pressed against Svetlana’s – providing a level of weight that felt comforting, supportive while simultaneously extremely arousing. She was felt herself slowly leak, a puddle forming into her panties. Her hands explored Rose’s body, going under the dress and grabbing the exposed flesh of her ass. Rose moaned softly into the kiss before pulling away. As Svetlana stared at her intently, Rose leaned over, dragging a small black bag towards their body.

“I had a feeling tonight was going to be special.” Rose started as she fully sat up on Svetlana’s lap. “And I wanted to bring somethings to the party.” Svetlana chuckled as she watched Rose unzip the bag. Her eyebrows went up with intrigue as Rose pulled out a few things from it – a black harness with a dildo attached to it, a purple vibrating wand and a smaller vibrator. She also pulled out a full bottle of lube on the bed, before giving Svetlana a big smile.

“So, what you want to do first?” Svetlana let out a loud laugh before pulling Rose back down into a deep kiss.

Both women let out breathy moans as Rose pushed herself down on the dildo. It was apparently one of those fancy vibrating ones, where Svetlana could also feel the vibrations – even more so when the receiver was pushing against it. They were currently both at two orgasms each, soaked sheets from a combination of fingers, mouths and the vibrating wand. However, that didn’t seem to be enough for the both of them. They were insatiable – sucking against each other’s skin, figuring out how to become one with each other. The feeling only intensified when Rose stated she wanted to ride her. It was maybe one of the best ideas they had for the night, but now Svetlana felt it was a torturous experience as Rose rode the dildo at an agonizing pace. Every time she pushed herself back down, both women hollered out in pleasure, the pressure building up within their bodies. After a couple more slow rotations, Svetlana opened her eyes to see Rose speeding up the pace. Svetlana, realizing that the woman was chasing her orgasm for the third night, placed her feet flat against the bed, and widen her legs before thrusting into her at the pace Rose was desiring. The trusts continued to match the rhythm, their low moans turning into higher squeals. Svetlana wrapped one arm around Rose’s waist to balance them and used to her free hand to rub Rose’s swollen clit. Rose grabbed her own breast at the pleaser, pinching her dusty pink nipples – adding to the ever-consuming pleasure.

“Make me cum, please. Please, please, please.” Rose begged loudly. Svetlana mumbled to herself in Russian as she stabilized herself once more, going faster. This was both a great and bad idea on her part, as she felt her legs buckle under the pleasure as well.

“Fuck. Svetlana please, please, I love you. Fuck.” Rose screamed out as her body violently shook as the liquid spilled out of her for the third time for the night. Svetlana’s body followed in her suit, adding to the already large puddle that they knew soaked through the bed. Rose reached for the remote to the vibrator, turning it off before dropping down on Svetlana’s sweat and squirt-soaked body. For a while, their labored breathing became the soundtrack to the room, as they tried to catch themselves. Svetlana moved piece of Rose’s hair from her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Ya tebya lyublyu, Rose. I really do.”

Chapter End Notes

One more chapter to go, and this baby is done. Thank you so much for reading this and I am glad you guys are enjoying it. Once this is done, we have four more fics left in this series, including a hollanov one from Zane’s point of view.
Looking forward to your comments. Bye!

Chapter 6: Forever Be Mine

Chapter Summary

Inspired by Forever Be Mine by Gunna ft Wizkid

Chapter Notes

This is the final chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading!

February 2023

It was a cold Tuesday afternoon – which also happened to be Valentine’s Day - when Svetlana saw the email and the text message at the same time. The subject of the email stated, ‘Final Verdict, Hollander vs. MHL’. She felt her heart racing as her cursor hovered over the email notification. Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the email. As the email loaded properly, her eyes quickly scanned the screen, looking for a set of words that would make her day, or continue to derail.  

In the case of Hollander vs MHL, the judge found the MHL guilty of all charges pressed against them…

Svetlana felt the rush of oxygen go through her body, not realizing that she was holding her breath. They fucking won. She and Shane’s lawyers took the fucking league to court, and they won. Svetlana blinked her eyes a couple times in disbelief before picking up the phone. They fucking won. Months of the league trying to punk them out of the lawsuit, threats to the journalists that were digging up the issues. They won. Svetlana looked up to ceiling, unsure if she was talking to a God, another higher being or just the universe.

Огромное спасибо. Thank you so much.

This was a relief, a break on her life and more time to enjoy things that she wanted to do – like her job, hanging with her friends and of course being with Rose. She snapped out of her daze as she hastily texted Rose that they won the case and would tell her more about it on their call tomorrow. Rose was currently in Ireland, shooting some final scenes for a moving she was wrapping up. That didn’t stop the love to spread during Valentine’s Day. Svetlana made sure she received an expansive breakfast platter, a bouquet of white and yellow roses, and a big that she knew Rose been eyeing for a minute. Rose didn’t go stingy with the gifts either. She was awoken by her concierge saying they would bring up the three large bouquets of flowers that were at her set and the big Louis Vuitton bags that contain a series of clothes and bags simply for her.

They were just spoiling each other.
And now with the court case done, they were able to spoil each other even more. Svetlana smiled to herself, as she finished her text, sending a string of white hearts with the message. She then took another deep breath, opening the group chat with the boys.

4 Your (Colored) Eyez Only

Z.Boodram🇹🇹: I GOT A TEXTTTTTTTTTT (love islander voice)

Z.Boodram🇹🇹: AND IT SAID WE WON BABY

Z.Boodram🇹🇹: 

Z.Boodram🇹🇹: Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna 

Svetlana laughed at the Zane theatrics and joined the rest of the chat of celebrating the verdict. It was a long time coming and they deserve it.

Svetlana: Happy Valentine’s Day to us 🥂

It was the last weekend of February and Svetlana found herself on the Caribbean island of Anguilla. She wasn’t complaining, it was significantly warmer here than in Boston, and she had a great opportunity to get a tan that would get rid of the current winter paleness that she felt haunted her during the winter months. She was even more excited that because this was weekend that Rose planned for them. Rose was upset that they weren’t even in the same country for Valentine’s Day and felt the need to remedy that immediately. So now she was currently driving down a rocky side road, heading to a villa on the western part of the island that was looking out to the Caribbean Sea and the neighboring Saint Martin.

She thanked and tipped the driver when he pulled her bags into their villa, where a waiting Rose stood. She got in the day before, flying straight to Anguilla from Ireland. The villa itself was stunning – a two-story property that overlooked the beach, and Rose looked like she embodied the beauty and serenity of the island. Svetlana smiled at her, as she wrapped her arms around her body. they swayed back and forth for a minute, enjoying the embrace that Svetlana now calculated as an integral part of her life, and well-being.

“Hi.” Rose giggled before titling her head forward to kiss Svetlana softly.

“I missed you so much.” Svetlana mumbled on her lips, before kissing her again.

Despite it only being two days, Svetlana was extremely impressed that Rose found ways to make the most of their stay. Once she got settled, lunch was brought in by a local chef, with a chilled bottle of wine. They spent the time eating catching up, flirting, and Rose doing the antsy itch which Svetlana meant that she was up to something. Keeping the day slow, they changed into their swimsuits, taking the steps took steps down from their villa to the beach. Svetlana was in a trance. She was ensure if it was the various hues of oranges that painted the sky as the sun slowly descended, or how the golden shine glowed on Rose’s skin, as if she was merely an art piece, designed to be celebrated, showcased, and cherished, or it if with was booth. But she found herself snapping pictures with her digital camera, insisting that their shared moments needed to be documented, even it was just for them. The warmth of the sun, and the cooling evening breeze brought Svetlana a sense of tranquility. Is this all I ever wanted? She continued to question her joy, and her peace, as Rose grabbed her hand and walked towards the shore. They dipped their toes into the cooling waters of the Caribbean Sea watching the orange bleed into a dark hue.

Yes, this is all she ever wanted.

The following morning came like a blitz. They rose with the sun and was met with a breakfast spread that satisfied their hunger. Despite Svetlana’s wanted to just lounge in bed and be between Rose’s leg all day – the redhead convinced her that they were going out for a bit, enjoying the offerings the island had for them. This is how the pair found themselves on a catamaran, sailing around the island with a snorkeling instructor. On the catamaran, Svetlana found herself attached to Rose’s hip. Any shuffled she made, she was right next to her, as they lounged on the vessel. Once they were settled next to reef, they put on some snorkeling gear and jumped into the sea. The crystal blue waters were the perfect home for the vibrant fish that swam around them. They giggled and point, taking footage with the GoPro and even pointed at a fish that somewhat reminded them of Ilya. As they got back on to the boat, the day was made even better when a pack of dolphins swam next to them – where the instructor and the boat captain explained that the island’s crest had three dolphins on it, symbolizing unity, strength and endurance. It gave Svetlana a lot to think about, especially within the last year. Over six months ago she sat on her best friends’ couch, wondering if she would ever experience the love and joy that they shared with each other. She questioned her worth, if she was worthy of such love or adoration. With her arms wrapped around Rose as they continued to watch the ocean, that thought process feels hallowed, dark, and simply a voice of her harshest critic (herself). But somehow, in her quest to recollect herself, fall in love, and stay in love, she still found support from the people that surrounded her. Was that unity? Svetlana chuckled to herself at the thought – how the hell did she make a national identity of another country about her personal life?

As boat ride came to an end, the women found themselves back at the villa, rushing to get ready for dinner despite reaching home at a reasonable hour. Rose argued that if Svetlana wasn’t being so handsy, they wouldn’t have to speed run the showers, hair washing (in which Rose made sure to bring the right hydrating shampoo, and conditioner for Svetlana’s curls) and make up. But through all the rush, haze and sun kissed skin, they somehow were going to be on time.

“Babe, you don’t need to put on any heels for dinner tonight, sandals will do. We are having dinner on the beach.” Rose called out from the bathroom where she was doing her final make up touch ups. Svetlana nodded, as she placed back the strappy heels into her suitcase, and pulled out a pair of sandals that gave the same effect. She made the mental n note that she had to make sure to knock all the sand out of her shoes before packing in the morning. As much as she had enjoyed her time in Anguilla, bringing the island to Boston in the form of sand was not ideal.  

Tying the straps of her last sandal, Svetlana was graced by a smiling Rose, who was watching her intently. She laughed as she raised her eyebrow at the woman who was practically bouncing off the walls. It was endearing but also concerning, knowing that she had something up her sleeve.

“Let’s go, I don’t want the chef waiting and the food get cold.” Svetlana sat up and kissed Rose’s cheek before letting the other woman drag her out of the villa. They took the familiar steps down the beach, this time the light of the full moon, and soft yellow lights from the lamps illuminating – and the sparkle from the stars above illuminating the dark sky. She wrapped her arms around Rose, as she shivered a little bit due to the chill of the sea breeze.

“I’m from Michigan babe, this is nothing.” Rose muttered, but still taking in her embrace. Svetlana rolled her eyes playfully, removing her body, as they continued their descent. The joyful smile on her face turned into an expression of shock as they got down to the beach and saw a trail of roses leading to a big heart. The low yellow lights of the lamp casted over them, as Rose walked them closer to the scene.

Will you be my girlfriend.

“да, yes, oui, ja, yes, yes, I will.” Svetlana shouted out as she grabbed Rose by her waist, bringing her into a deep kiss. Rose giggled throughout the motion, as she was finally able to pull herself away. A soft pout sat on her face as she pushed a strand of Svetlana’s curl behind her hair.

“I didn’t even get to ask you. I had an entire monologue prepared and everything” Rose beamed.

“Rose Landry. I love you. I am madly in love with you, and yes, I want to be your girlfriend.” Svetlana said, looking deeply into the blue eyes that were in front of her. Rose nodded her head and leaned forward to peck her lips three times.

“Svetlana Vetrova. Every day that I get to spend with you, is a good day. Every day I get to speak with you, is a good day. Every day I get to know that you’re the one that I love, is a good day. So, while I can’t ask if you would be my girlfriend, I am just glad that you said yes.” The new couple erupted into a set of giggles – kissing each other tenderly, before realizing that there were people around them waiting to serve them dinner.

Epilogue

March 2024

Svetlana watched the young man across of her with an amused look as he told her about what it was like growing up as a Black Bostonian, and how much it means for him to be playing for his hometown team. Marcus Lewis was recently acquired from Carolina at the trade deadline and Svetlana couldn’t be more than happy to get some new – talented – blood on the team. As a forward, he was projected to be as good as the up-and-coming superstar phenom Lucas Haas in Ottawa, but also with the flair and charisma (and chaos) of Ilya Rozanov. This wouldn’t be the first time she the young man since his arrival to the Bears. However, she felt a strange connection to him – not motherly, Svetlana refused to feel anything motherly – but protective, as if it was her sole purpose in this world to protect him. As he was deep into his story on his mother used to take the Red Line to Park Street and the Green Line to North Station to sell handmade merch before game days, a knock came from her door.

“Ms. Vetrova, Ms. Landry is here.” The office secretary informed. Svetlana smiled at the name as she motioned for the secretary to let her girlfriend in. Rose walked into the office with a large bouquet of pink lilies and white roses and big smile on her face.

“Hey baby.” Rose said as she went behind her desk, kissing the woman softly on her lips. Svetlana heard Rose giggled and looked up to see a shocked Marcus – mouth wide open – staring at them.

“Svetlana! You never told me that you were dating thee Rose Landry!” Marcus exclaimed when the words finally caught up to his brain.

“Well, you never asked, plus I am very interested in your stories.” Svetlana shrugged as she wrapped her left arm around Rose’s waist. “But yes, this is my girlfriend of over a year, and you better be nice, Lewis.”

“Of course, of course.” Marucs cleared his throat as he smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his t-shirt. “And where are my manners, Marcus Lewis, forward for the Bears.” Rose hummed as she looked between Marcus and Svetlana with an amused look. Svetlana squinted her eyes at her girlfriend, as she saw the glint of mischievousness dance in her irises.

“I’ve heard a lot about you Marcus. Svetlana always spoke about how you’re the next big thing, and she is never wrong about hockey.” Rose shrugged. Svetlana let out a small groan as Marcus watched both women in shock. Svetlana knew – that while she wasn’t wrong in her analysis – that Marcus was not ready for that type of pressure yet, especially if they wanted to make a successful playoff push. However, all those thoughts were put away when the most insane question she ever heard slipped out of the young man’s mouth.

“So, y’all be fucking like hollanov, or is this different?”

Between I and She

written by ashley cooper

Svetlana Vetrova

Shutting off my mind, feel there is no time

When I arrive right here

Everything is here, no need to try

Rose Landy

Palms to the earth because I feel her breathe

Syncing to a rhythm between I and she

It's the perfect design

The Boys

Shane Hollander; Ilya Rozanov; J.J. Boiziau; Carter Vaughn; Zane Boodram;

Also Featuring

Cassie Boodram

Introducing

Marcus Lewis

The Playlist

1. Weak by SWV
2. Make Me Feel by Janelle Monáe
3. Thong Song by Sisqo
4. Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You (I Love You Baby) by Lauryn Hill
5. My/Your Place King Sis
6. forever be mine by Gunna ft Wizkid
7. between i and she by WILLOW

Chapter End Notes

I debated back and forth if I wanted to add another scene, but this just felt like a natural stop to me before it started to go into another narrative. I think that writing this from Svetlana’s perspective was a both an insightful and healing experience for me as a queer Black woman. There were a lot of internal dialogues that I translated to paper that I felt just needed to be said out loud. Because yes, you can be confident in yourself, your abilities, in how you look, but still have lingering insecurities that change how your view is shaped. While the narrative from Svetlana’s perspective uses the courtship of Rose to challenge and erase those insecurities, it was a communal event between her and friends. They were the ones helping her with her outfits, they helped her with not being papped early on, they pushed for her to take the next step. So, I say all of this to say, this story was not just about Svetlana falling in love, but also Svetlana embracing her community.
Also, I think y’all know who Marcus Lewis is by now, and this is just some back story.
I hoped you guys enjoyed the story, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Next Up for Shane and Dem Boyz: You Got Sued (Thanks, Yuna Hollander), which is the social media fic for lawsuit that’s mentioned in this fic and Mec, j’ai besoin (this will take a hot minute with all the coding and shit); and On Me, which is a fic exploring Zane Boodram’s friendship to Hollanov from his point of view. After those two, according to my excel sheet (yes, I have this insanely organized) there are two to three more fics left in this series and then it will be closed. Of course, I don’t think I’ll stop writing for this fandom anytime soon, but the pace will eventually slow down when I run out of ideas (I also have real life fiction and academic writing that I’ve been neglecting for the year lol).
Thanks again. Until the next one. Bye!