Delayed flights + stuck in an airport + thunderstorms = being next to you... (784 words)

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"Excuse me! Coming through! I have to get to the terminal for my flight back to Toronto!" I carefully walked past the people around me as I was trying to find my way through the Montréal–Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport to get to the terminal I was supposed to check into.

And not watching where I was going, I bumped into someone and I immediately apologized to them. 

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! Here, let me help you!" A Swedish-accented voice rang in my ears and I looked up at him. Man oh man, did he have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. 

"No, I wasn't watching where I was going. I am so sorry!" I sheepishly smiled as I was picking up my travel documents and I was helping him pick his documents up. "I'm Y/N L/N."

He smiled at me with those beautiful pearl white teeth of his showing, "I'm Dmytro. Dmytro Timashov." 

The name sounded familiar to me but I didn't from where. Oh, that's right! He was drafted by the Maple Leafs, played very well for Team Sweden in the WJCs, and played for the Shawinigan Cataractes after getting traded by the Quebec Remparts. 

"It's very nice to meet you, Dmytro. Where are you headed off to today?" I asked him as I stood back up from the floor and put the travel documents safely back in my bag. 

"I'm heading back to Sweden for the offseason. How about you?" Dmytro chuckled as he put his documents back in his luggage and held onto his ticket. 

"I'm headed to Toronto for a few weeks. I have some relatives there that I wanted to visit..." 

Dmytro nodded his head and smiled at me, "I'm actually a prospect for the Maple Leafs..." But his smile faltered a little bit. "But, I guess you knew that already." 

I laughed softly and nodded my head, "I love hockey. It's a favorite sport of mine." 

Dmytro and I continued to walk around the airport for a while before it was the time that we had to head off to the terminal, only for the loudspeaker to come on. 

"We at the Montréal-Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport are apologizing in advance, but, due to a severe thunderstorm headed towards Montréal; all arriving and departure flights are delayed for the next few hours until the storm has passed..." 

I groaned and Dmytro was chuckling at me, "are you groaning because you're stuck here for a while or because you hate storms?" 

"Uhh, both of the options?" I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck and Dmytro nodded. 

"Luckily..." Dmytro started his sentence as he led us to one of the empty benches, "you got me by your side to protect you, Y/N." 

He softly smiled down at me and I giggled at him, "thank you for doing this, Dmytro, but you certainly don't have to do this!" 

Dmytro shook his head and gently wrapped an arm around my shoulders and carefully pulled me to him. "I know that we just met a few hours ago, but trust me, I'm not a bad guy to hang out around with. Plus, you can call me Dima if you want to, that's what everyone calls me." 

"I know you're not a bad guy, Dima. I actually liked spending time with you!" I giggled as I rested my head on the crook of his neck. 

He softly kissed the top of my neck and I looked up at him with a smile, "thank you for doing this; I've always hated storms ever since I was a little kid..." 

He smiled down at me as I told him the story of my childhood to when I first got scared of thunderstorms. Now, it wasn't that I was afraid of them, it was just that the thunder would scare me from time-to-time. 

Dmytro looked down at me before he leaned down and kissed me on the lips gently yet passionately. I kissed him back for a few minutes before he pulled away with a blush creeping up on his face. 

"I know that I probably shouldn't have done that, but I thou-" He was starting to ramble before I cut him off with a gentle kiss. 

"Don't apologize, Dima. Thank you for doing that, it distracted me from the storm, you know?" I softly smiled at him as I rubbed his cheek with the back of my thumb. 

"How about we head up to the Tim Horton's that's not far from here, and we could have a first date?" 

"That sounds lovely to me, Dima..."