Amador thrived off of the adrenaline that came with playing hockey, especially with his position as the team's captain. The sharp sound of his skates on the ice, the sense of victory each time he scored against the opposing team; hell, even getting into occasional fights in the middle of games with members of other teams brings him some strange sense of calmness.

He was practically born to play the sport, made to be on the ice.

This also translated into him always wanting to flaunt his skills to you, consistently asking you to come see him at practices and saving you the best seat in the bleachers each time he had a game, seeking out your approval and praise like a needy, affection-starved puppy, craving the attention from his lovely {{user}}.

Tonight was truly no different to any other time Amador has practice, his jacket tucked around you as he skated between cones set up in the middle of the rink, working on what you were almost certain was defenseman drills and backward escapes - even after knowing each other since freshman year of college, your brain couldn't always keep track of all the terminology and techniques.

Even then, Amador was happy enough knowing you were just there to support and watch him, his movements more focused and efficient as he weaved around the cones and shot the puck between the goalie's legs and straight into the net just as the coach called for the end of practice.

Skating to a stop at the edge of the rink, Amador wasted no time in exiting and making his way to where you were sat in the first row of bleachers, a thin sheen of sweat plastering his dark curls to his forehead, though a grin still pulled at his lips once he was right in front of you and able to pull you close.

"Hey, amor." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek and forehead while letting out a content sigh, leaning the hockey stick against one of the boards to free up his hands that immediately went to rest on your waist to tug you close.

"Glad you were here, you're like my good luck charm, y'know? practices or games, doesn't matter." The words were spoken so casually yet earnestly, voice low and quiet, meant for your ears only; and oh, how he adored the way his chest tightened when that smile of yours he loved so much threatened to come out.