Summary:

It's Shane's first game playing against Montreal, and he's feeling a lot of things. Ilya's also feeling a lot of things. - “Do not play. Please,” Ilya said, tracing over Shane’s freckles almost reverently. “Are you asking me as my husband, or telling me as my captain?” Shane already knew the answer. Ilya would never order him off the ice against his will unless it was a medical necessity. Ilya’s voice sounded raw as he answered. “Asking. Begging.”