Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Chapter 10: Bus Rides & Hotel Rooms

The days flew by and Mel and Sid did their best to talk daily and not even any of that mushy stuff or anything like that. They would talk about their days, have simple straightforward conversations. Like friends do. He would try to keep hockey out of the dialogue as long as possible but she honestly didn’t seem to mind when he couldn’t help himself and it sort of slipped out. In fact, she was always asking him questions. For his part, he listened to her complaints about her roommate and living situation in general. It turned out that she wanted to move back to her home town. Aside from one good friend, everyone else that she knew was over an hour away. Sidney understood missing home.

He found himself sitting and listening to her, letting her vent out all those frustrations for hours, and he didn’t grow tired of it at all. It was nice to try and be the problem solver for once and she seemed to appreciate his input. It was also nice to not be the only one talking about his problems for once and besides, her calls came as welcome distraction.

And today… today he definitely needed a distraction. They’d just lost Game 3 to the Flyers, in Philadelphia, and he wanted to talk to her; wanted to hear something other than ‘It’ll be ok,’ or ‘You can’t win them all.’ He knew she wouldn’t lie to him. One thing he’d found out about her from all their conversations was that she was honest, almost brutally sometimes.

If he was complaining about not playing well, she wouldn’t coddle him. No ‘poor baby’ routine from her. He found it downright refreshing. And he hadn’t played his best today and he was willing to bet she’d have a thing or two to say about his play, but then maybe she hadn’t watched the game. It had been an afternoon game. Maybe she’d been busy. There’s no way I’m going to be that lucky, he thought as he dialed her number. On the fourth ring a very breathless voice came on the line.


“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“I was in the middle of something, but it’s ok, maybe better now that you’re on the line.”

“Yeah? Well, tell me what’s up. I’d love to help.”

“Are you back at the hotel already?”

“Not yet. We’re on the bus though. It’s ok; just tell me what I can do. You sound a little frustrated.”

“I don’t know, it can probably wait…”

“Please Melany… I need to get my mind off of what just happened.”

“I was just thinking of the day you hit me with the puck and…”

“Oh geez. You’re going to hang that over me forever aren’t you,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, actually, I was thinking more of what happened later that day… upstairs in that room…at Geno’s...” Sid tensed and looked around. No one was paying attention to him though.

“So why were you breathless and frustrated when you answered the phone?” Do I really want to hear the answer to this right this second? He turned and peered over his seat, but the only one near him was Jordan, and he just looked up and gave a small smile before going back to the magazine in his hands.

“Because when I think of those moments I can’t help but touch myself. And once that happens I just start to replay the whole scene in my head. The desk, the floor, your eyes on me… oh god…”

Sid heard her release a long moan and knew that whichever hand wasn’t holding the phone was sliding down her body and then he couldn’t help but picture her there, lying on her bed on those black sheets he knew were covering the mattress. He wanted to be with her, watch her, touch her. He hardened under his dress pants and prayed that they would arrive at the hotel soon.

“Baby, are you ok? Sid? Sid?”


“Just making sure you’re still with me. Are you ok?” He thought he could detect a slight sound of satisfaction in her voice at causing him even the slightest discomfort.

“Peachy,” he promised her. She moaned again and he let out a strangled groan, trying to be as quiet as possible. He brought a hand up to pull at his tie that suddenly seemed to tight against his neck.

“Are you picturing it too Sid?” Oh that voice…

“Yes. And now, sitting on this bus surrounded by my teammates, I have a hard-on, so thanks for that,” he whispered, hoping that no one was listening. Obviously luck still wasn’t on his side today because as soon as he told her that Jordy popped his head over the seat. Sid flinched.

“Dude, do you wanna go get something to eat after we get to the hotel?” Melany chose that moment to moan and sigh. Sid knew that with Jordan that close he had to have heard her. To make matters worse, he dared a look to see if Staalsy had caught on. He had and unfortunately the look of shock quickly passed and a sly grin replaced it. “Sorry man, I’ll just ask you later. I can see you’re uh…busy.”

Sid felt at least his upper body relax as Jordan slid back into his seat. He tried to focus on what the woman on the phone was saying.

“Who was that?”

“Jordan. I’m about ninety-nine percent sure he heard your vocal abilities.”

“You’ve heard them too. And you’ve seen my oral abilities firsthand as well. Remember?” He could hear the smile in her voice and he couldn’t stop the grin that came across his lips.

“I do remember that actually, and let me just say tha--”


He should’ve known that Staalsy had let it go a little too easily. That exclamation was followed by a series of whistles and cat calls, and in his ear he heard a peal of laughter. I’m glad everyone else is finding this so god damn amusing!

“I have to get off babe.”

“Mmmm, well then we should keep talking! We can get off together.”

Sid looked up and silently asked for patience.

“You aren’t helping you know.”

“If I was able to be there I’d help you out of those pants that I know are straining to keep you contained right now.”

“Dammit Melany… please… You’re killing me right now, you know that don’t you?”

“You better call me later then; see if I’m still willing to help you out.”

“As soon as I open my door to my room I’m going to dial your number.”

“Enjoy your bus ride with the guys.”

“Ha!” he hit the button on his phone and counted to five. He stood up and turned to look at his teammates. No one was saying anything now, but they all had shit-eating grins on their faces. Jordan finally spoke up.

“So, does this mean that you aren’t coming out with us?”

“Damn straight!”

“She sounds like she’d be a rea--”

The bus came to a stop and Sid flew off and up the steps before some of the guys had even stood up. He could hear the whistles again and some yells but as he burst through the hotel doors there was only one thing on his mind. Black sheets and smooth skin.

Mel stood in the middle of her bedroom. She’d plugged her phone into the charger on the wall and had some of her favorite candles lit. She slipped the new Bluetooth onto her ear and waited patiently for Sid to call back. She cinched her satin robe around her waist and ran a hand through her hair. Luckily her roommate was over at her boyfriend’s house, so she had the place to herself. Still… she walked over and locked her door. One can never be too cautious.

She didn’t care if Rachel heard anything she might say, she just didn’t want her to burst in without any thought. That had happened once before, before she’d met Sid, and Rach had witnessed a very personal moment between Mel and her… mechanical friend! She was brought out of memories with the ringing of the phone. She clicked the button to answer the call.

“Hey there stranger.”

“I just ran up ten flights of stairs.”

“Why didn’t you take the elevator? I don’t want you too worn out to play with me.”

“I felt like I could make it faster this way. And trust me, just thinking about what you were doing before has me ready to go!”

“Did the guys give you too much of a hassle after we hung up?”

“Yeah, but I can handle it.”

“Can you handle me?”

“That I’m not so sure of… I thought I had you figured out. But today… let’s just say…you threw me for a loop!”

“You know what I’ve figured out?”

“What’s that?”

“If I use this new headset, I can talk to you and have both hands free.”

Melany heard him literally gulp and smiled as she pictured him. in her mind she could see him leaning against the door that he’d just shut. His tie was undone as was the first, maybe second button on his dress shirt. She heard the rustle of clothing and figured he was taking off his jacket. There was a sigh and a squeak so she figured he was sitting on the edge of the bed now.

“Getting comfy Crosby?”

“I’m guessing you’re already more comfortable than I am. I’m just trying to catch up.” There was a smile in his voice and she laughed.

“Well then, let’s get you out of those clothes. Close your eyes. I’ll be right there beside you.”

“I feel a little dumb…”

“Just trust me.”

“I do.”

“Good. Now, as I tell you what I’m doing, you have to do it… close your eyes. I’m walking out of the bathroom and coming toward you. Remember that robe I told you about? The light yellow one with the pinks flowers all over it? That’s what I’m wearing And Croz? I’ve been dying to see you since the morning we left Geno’s.”

“I want to see you too.”

“Shhhh. That shirt is too constrictive. Loosen your tie and bring it over your head, and imagine placing it over mine. It may come in handy later… I run my hands over your shoulders and come to rest on the collar. Yeah, you definitely have too many clothes on. My fingers are undoing button by button until I reach your pants. Then I pull it out of the waistband and finish the job, bringing that magnificent chest into view. Sliding the sleeves down your arms, I throw it across the room. Are you shirtless Sidney?”

“Yeah… I’d like to be pants-less though.”

“No rushing me.”


“Now, where was I? Oh right… my legs are shaky from the desire that I feel for you, and I drop down to my knees. With nimble fingers I reach and undo the snap on your pants. I can feel you hard and ready as my wrist slides over your groin. Mmmm, I can’t wait to bring him out to play.” Mel heard him groan and bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning. God, she wanted to be in the same room with him right now.

“I dip my hand into your pants, under those briefs that I know are stretched across something thick and hard. Running my hand up and down the length a few times, I bring my other hand into the mix to release you from those cotton bonds. I can hear you breathing faster Sidney… do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” he exclaimed. His voice was harsh with need and she felt bad that this was the closest they could be right now.

“I tell you to lean back on your hands and with one hand wrapped around you I take the tip of my tongue and run it over the exposed length.” HE gasped and she pictured him stroking himself as she told him what she wanted to do to his body.“I could spend all day doing this for you. But you seem like you need some release so I open my mouth and take as much of you in as I can. I can’t fit the entire thing in my mouth, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. My head starts to bob at a leisurely pace, enjoying myself as you watch me worship you with my mouth. I stop for a minute and run my tongue up that vein on the underside of your cock. When I get to the head I swirl around it before going back down. I can see you clenching your fists in the comforter of the hotel bed.”

“Melany… come to Philly.”

“Shhhh… I don’t want you thinking of anything other than what I’m doing.”

“I want you here to actually do it though!”

“I can’t come right now and you know that. Now, stop glaring at the TV like it’s me, close your eyes, and picture me on my knees in front of you. You can take out your frustrations on the vision of me.”

“Then I think you should be naked too. That way I can tell you what I want to do to you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Good.” She could tell he felt some semblance of control now and knew that he felt like he needed that.

“Are you really in just the robe?”


“Untie it and take it off. Then lie down on the bed on your back.”

Sid could feel himself pulsing in his own hand. She had painted a clear picture in his mind. He wanted to do the same for her. It was going to kill him to hear her and not be able to touch her with his own hands though. This was the first time they’d ever talked like this and it gave him hope that when he got back maybe they could do this again, in person.

“Are you on the bed?”


“God, you’re beautiful. I want to be there beside you. I wanna feel your skin pressed against mine.” A moan came over the line and he closed his eyes, remembering the way she’d moaned in his ear before they came together on the desk. He tightened the grip he had and closed his eyes. “I want you to run your hands down the luscious body of yours. Start at your neck and trail your fingers lightly down, over your breasts and down your stomach. But stop there.” He heard the growl of irritation and chuckled. “Patience, remember?”

“Fuck that… I was almost there before you called the first time. Then you teased me while you were on the bus, and now I’m on a tightly wound and you’re toying with me. I think your sadistic… big meanie…” he chuckled again because he knew she was toying with him, that she wasn’t really mad.

“So you want me to tell you what to do so that you can come? You want to hear me telling you to bring your hands back up to your breasts? To run your fingers over your nipples? I want you to take one in each hand and twist them, not too hard. Just unti--”

She gasped and whimpered. That was what he wanted to hear.

“Now that those are taken care of, slide you hands back down, down your stomach, down to that juncture that’s so hot for me right now. I bet you’re so wet for me. Tell me. Tell me how bad you want me.”

“Oh god how I want you. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since you called from the bus.”

“Touch yourself for me. Imagine my hands there, my tongue.”

“I want to do this in person. I want to be near you again.”

“I want to feel your legs wrapped around me while I’m thrusting inside you again.” She moaned at that. “Are you close? Are you going to come for me baby? I remember what that felt like, those muscles grabbing me as you let out a scream of pleasure. I’m getting closer too.” And he was. His hand was stroking faster and harder as he thought of bending her over something again. She’d been so responsive, so honest in her reactions. He moaned her name into the phone.

“Yes. I want you to come Sid. I want to feel you tense up right before that explosion that rocks your body. You made me feel so good last time. I’ve been thinking about it ever since. When I’m in the shower, when I’m lying in bed… Mmmm, I even thought about it the other day in church. And I didn’t care how bad it was. Once the thought popped in my head I had to sit there with my thighs clenched until I could drive home and release all that tensi—ooooo, I’m gonna come Sidney. Talk to me.” Even though he was almost out of breath, he couldn’t deny her.

“We’re going to stay in my bedroom for hours. I want to lick every inch of your flesh. I need to feel your hands on me, touching me. I’m going to find that pulse point on your neck again. Mark you all over. It got me so hot when I did that before. You grip on my hair was almost painful as I sucked on your flesh. And you pushed my head down so that I could do it again against your chest. I’m ready baby. Come with me.”

Sid groaned as his entire body tensed. His hand stilled on his dick and his come came jetting out. He heard the voice on the other line. She was finding release as well. She screamed his name and a series of profanities that almost made him blush. He fell back onto the bed, not caring that he’d covered his chest while coming. He was panting. She was panting. And then there was the satisfied grin plastered on his face.

“We are getting together when we get back to Pittsburgh right?” He could hear her laugh, a breathy chuckle that made his skin tingle with longing.

“I’ll meet you at the airport Tuesday night win or lose. Deal?”

“It’ll be a win. And we can celebrate.”

“Sounds good Crosby. I’m pretty sure Erin wants to see Geno.”

“I’ll talk to the big lug then. I feel really sleepy. Someone just wiped me of what little energy I had left.”

“Well, you did just get done playing a hockey game, and then running up a bunch of stairs. And then whacking off to the sound of my voice. I’d be a little tired too.”

“You know what’d be really nice though?”


“Curling up with you beside me.”

“If I could be there you know I would, in a heartbeat.”

“I know.” He sighed, not wanting to let her off the phone, but knowing that he was going to need food soon. His stomach grumbled, just to let him know that it was indeed hungry.

“Good God, don’t you ever eat?”

“Well, I was gonna go out with the guys, but someone had to keep me on the phone forever.”

“Yeah, yeah. You know you wanted it. Hey, hold on just a sec, someone’s sent me a text.” He waited, debating whether or not to see if anyone was still in their rooms. “Hey, Jordan just messaged me… he wants to know if you can come to dinner now that you’ve… taken care of business. How does he know my number?”

“I don’t know… how does he know that we’re… done?”

“Is he in the room beside you?”

“Yeah but… fuck these walls must be thin…”

“Go to dinner.”

“But I don’t need--”

“Go Crosby. If you faint due to starvation Disco Dan isn’t going to like me very much.” They both laughed as he propped himself on the mattress.

“Send him a text asking for 15 minutes. Then I’ll meet him in the lobby.”

“Why can’t you send it?”

“Someone made me make a mess. I have to go clean myself up.”

“Oh… right.” He heard her giggle. “Sorry.” She apologized, not sounding at all like she was sorry, especially since she was still giggling.

“I’ll remember this. I’ll call you later.”

“You don’t have to call again tonight.”

“I know, but I want to. If that’s okay.”

“Then until we speak again… toodles!” He laughed and said good-bye before hanging up. Then he dragged himself to the bathroom. He was hungry, but he didn’t want to face the guys after what they probably all stood against the wall listening to. He shook his head wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Not that that was going to stop him from wanting her, he thought. Again, and again and again….

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Chapter 9: Wake-up Calls

Once again, sorry it took so long for me to write this up* Mer sent me her thoughts when I was in dire need of some help! Many, many thanks to her! Chapter 10 is set to publish tomorrow afternoon! I hope you all enjoy them!!!

Melany came awake with the light coming through the curtains again and smiled to herself. These wonderful Sidney dreams need to stop before I decide to just stay in dreamland. Her muscles ached in a way that should have bothered her except in her mind she was lying next to Sid, her head on his chest and that made the pain feel less. It felt so real that she could imagine his arm around her as well, his fingers splayed across her back in a protective, possessive manner. She sighed and burrowed into her imaginary hockey player.

The light chuckle that followed her burrowing brought her right back to reality though. Her head shot up and she found herself looking into, not another pillow, but the smiling eyes of Sidney Crosby.

“It wasn’t a dream.” She knew it was a statement more than a question, but her mind was still trying to process everything and in her own defense, she was still pretty sleepy. She could remember everything that happened, at least up until the middle of the game. That’s when things started to get fuzzy. She wrinkled her nose as she attempted to recall what happened after the second period.

“Do I smell that bad?”

Focusing her eyes once more on the man lying next to her she couldn’t help but grin.

“Oh yes. You positively reek. But you’re so comfortable…so I’ll just hold my breath.” He laughed as she drew in an exaggerated breath, held it, and placed her head back on his chest. The hand on her back came up to tangle in her hair and she expelled the air as she slid up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“That’s all I get?”

“Morning breath. I refuse to duel with your tongue until I’ve brushed my tee--”


Mel stopped in mid-sentence when they both heard a scream outside the door. There was only one other female in the house that she knew of, and she needed to know why Erin was screaming. Grabbing the duvet to wrap around her body, she ran to the door and pulled it open. Sid was right behind her. They looked out into the hall but couldn’t see anyone. The door across from them flew open and Max popped out shirtless, holding an alarm clock in one hand, and Tanger was right behind him in nothing more than a towel. She couldn’t help but stare, mouth hanging open, until Sid nudged her shoulder. She gave him a sheepish grin before walking slowly down the hall.

“Erin?? Erin, are you ok?”

Melany heard a couple noises and then a muffled laugh. It sounded like she was going to live, but she thought she had better check, just in case.

She knocked on the door, praying that nothing bad was happening, and waited as she heard footsteps padding across the floor. The door opened slightly and Geno’s head popped into view.

“Uh, hey Geno… is ummm, is everything ok in there?” He stared at her for a minute and then turned, looking back into the room. And then he pushed the door back against the wall. Erin sat in the middle of a giant bed wearing an away jersey and the blankets wrapped around her.

“Good morning Mel… I, uh... I was a little disoriented when I first woke up. I think I scared ten years off of his life.”

“As long as you’re ok…”

“I am now, now that I’m wide awake. Shouldn’t you be wearing clothes?”

Glancing down, Mel came to the full realization of what she was wearing. Or better yet, what she wasn’t wearing! She looked at Erin and they both started laughing. Geno looked a little confused but let out a few small laughs.

“Good point! I’m just gonna go now… so, we’ll go for breakfast once everyone has clothes on… k bye!”

Sid was staring down the hall, waiting for Mel to scream if she needed help. Max, who had finally put down his ridiculous excuse of a weapon, came over to stand beside him.

“Nice sheet.”

“Shut up.”

“So, Mel… she’s got some nice --”

“Don’t even think about it. I don’t want to hear what’s going through that twisted, Penthouse Forum filled head of yours. And I’m going to pretend that I don’t know that you’re picturing her naked right now.” Max slapped a hand on his shoulder and laughed.

“Don’ worry Sid. She wouldn’t have me even if I pleaded with her.” Sid wasn’t so sure, but if Max was going to think that, then he wasn’t going to set him straight!

They were still chatting when a movement caught Sid’s eye. He looked up to see Melany walking toward them with her head down, shaking her head and smiling to herself. As she came closer she looked up and her step faltered for a split second when she noticed that it wasn’t just him in the hallway. Then she quirked an eyebrow and Sid realized he was probably staring. She came to a stop in front of them.

“Good morning gentlemen. How did you sleep Max?”

“Probably not as well as you did.” She blushed.

“Well, you could have cuddled with Kris. I remember you offering that to him.”

“Yes, but he’s not as cuddly as Sid here.” She blushed again.

“That’s probably true,” she said as she looked up at Sid. “He really is quite comfy to wake up next to.” Then she blushed even more. He could see it trailing down her throat and spreading over her chest and he wanted to run his tongue everywhere her skin was tinged pink. But he could wait. He really could.

“Listen, as much as I love hearing how much you both adore me, I really want to go find some food. So how about we all go back to our rooms, find some clean clothes, and get some grub.” Sid heard her grunt something and looked down to see a look of frustration cross her face. “What is it? You don’t want to get food?”

“I don’t think I have any other clean clothes. Well, an extra pair of lacy,” he watched her glance at Max who seemed completely enthralled in the conversation. “Umm, yeah, so do you think there’s anything here? I just need a t-shirt and sweats.”

“ Yeah, go back and put on… whatever it is you have to put on, and I’ll go find something out in my car. There are always clothes in there.”

“They don’t smell like a locker room do they??” He glared at Max when he burst out laughing.

“No, they’re clean. And Max, don’t you need to get ready too? Or do you plan on going out sans shirt today?” Max gave him a dirty look and spun around, leaving just him and Mel in the hallway. “Geno and I stocked all the bathrooms with stuff to ‘freshen up’ as girls like to put it. Let me grab my jeans and then you can use the bath off of our room while I find you those clothes.”

She looked so good, standing there against the doorway wrapped in that damn comforter. Sid couldn’t help himself and ducked his head to kiss her. She was too fast for him though and she turned her head at the last second so all he pressed his lips to was her cheek.

“You really have this thing about kissing in the morning don’t you?”


“Fine,” he said with a dramatic sigh. She just laughed and they finally walked into the bedroom. He found his jeans hanging half off of a chair in the corner. Dropping the sheet and stepping into them, he turned around to find her staring at him. She had a death grip on the comforter but he could see the desire in her eyes from across the room. She crooked a finger at him and Sid couldn’t stop himself from stepping over to stand in front of her.

“Lean down please,” Mel ask him. She might have an aversion to kissing on the mouth when she woke up, but she wanted to touch her lips to some part of him. She watched him tilt his head questioningly but he did as she asked. When he was close enough she took his face in her hands and placed a kiss to his forehead and then both of his cheeks. Then, with one more caress of her thumb over his lips she backed away. “Good morning Sidney.”

He smiled and returned her greeting before snatching his shirt off the floor. Throwing it over his head as he walked out the door, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Then, grabbing her bag and her bra, she wandered into the bathroom.

“Oh good lord I look like crap!”

Her hair was a rat’s nest, there were small traces of eye shadow or mascara in the corners of her eyes, and her lips were swollen from those wonderful kisses ok, damage control. Rifling through her bag she pulled out her toothbrush, first things first. After brushing her teeth she felt much better, even when glancing in the mirror again. She was just finishing up when she heard a knock at the door.

“Hold on a sec,” Mel yelled while searching for her panties. So what if he’d seen her in all her glory last night. “Ok, come in… wait! Who is it?”

“It’s Sid.” Came the confused reply from the other side of the door. She pulled at the door and watched as the look of confusion left his face. She’d have to thank the lady at the store yesterday for talking her into buying two different pairs of underwear to go with her bra. He seemed to recover quickly enough though. “Who else were you expecting?”

“Well, there are three other men and one woman in the house right now. And with Max... goodness… who knows what that damned Frenchman would come up with!”

“He’s really not as bad as you might think.” Just then, like he knew they’d been talking about him, Max poked his head into the bedroom.

“Sid, when are we leaving? Tanger’s getting antsy. And my stomach is grumbling.”

“Ahhh! Max, get out! I’m not decent!” Mel ducked behind Sid and the door as she yelled, hoping he hadn’t seen anything. He just chuckled and walked away. She could hear him whistling down the hallway. “Not as bad, huh?”

“Ok… he’s that bad. But you gotta love him.”

“Yeah, yeah. So what did you find me to wear?”

Fifteen minutes later the group left, deciding to just take Sid’s vehicle instead of three different cars. No one was quite sure how they all fit in there, but as they all piled out and into the parking lot they were laughing like idiots. Sid threw his arm around Melany as they headed into the Cracker Barrel.

“Are you sure this is the smartest idea?”

“They love it when we come here,” he told her. Then he brought his head down closer to her ear. “Good tippers.” He noticed she shivered and smiled. She couldn’t be cold in his warm-up pants and hoodie, so that must’ve been more of a personal chill. I wonder what else gets to her.

The hostess smiled when they walked up and she grabbed a handful of menus before leading them back to what they’d deemed their favorite table. It was the same one every time. Even if Sid just came with Mario and Nathalie, they always got the circular table in the corner. It was nice, because it was closer to the back, so people would have to purposefully go by everyone else to get to them. And most fans, they were really good about letting him and the others eat without too much of a hassle.

Sid pulled out the chair beside him and motioned for Mel to sit down. Taking the seat beside her, he made sure that they were close enough for his knee to touch hers when he stretched. The first time he moved, he watched her jump when his leg pressed against hers. Max, who’d taken the seat on her left, tried to hide his smirk.

Drinks were brought out and orders were placed before the conversations began. Max started laying on the charm. It didn’t seem to matter that Sid had spent all night with the girl, or that she had a hand on his thigh right now. Max was still flirting. Good thing he liked the guy. His mind wandered some while Max monopolized all the free time she had but her fingers never left his leg. He tensed while he thought about Max more. It wasn’t exactly that he did mind Melany being so friendly, he just wanted to talk to her some more, alone. He was still lost in his own thoughts when he heard her murmur something but didn’t quite catch it, so he looked over at her with a raised eyebrow.


“I said, Erin and I will be right back. If the waitress comes could you get me another water please.”

“Oh… yeah, no problem.” She smiled at him and walked away. He found himself staring at Max. “Look at you being Mr. Friendly.”

“Please… she may be talking to me, but that’s just because you aren’t saying a word. And it’s not my thigh that has her handprint all over it. Maybe you should interrupt me more or something.”

Sid looked down at his glass thoughtfully. The waitress did come by and he remembered to ask for her water to be filled. He felt a hand cross over his shoulders and looked up to see Melany walking around him and sitting back down. She beamed a smile at him when her water showed up and he took over monopolizing her conversation.

The meal came and went, with more talking, and lots of laughter. He noticed that she and Erin seemed to fit in just fine with a group of hockey players, and Sid found that he was actually surprised that he was enjoying himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a good time when he was out with the guys, but they’d never done this before. No one took their, what label did he give her, significant other, girlfriend? Whatever it was, none of the guys brought girls out to breakfast with their teammates the morning after they met. But this worked. It was like a big group of friends just spending time together. Like they’d known each other forever.

Oh god, that’s it…. friends. She doesn’t really want to be anything more than friends. Last night must’ve been like a one night stand. That’s why she wouldn’t kiss me this morning. It had nothing to do with the morning breath. It’s an act. I’m an idiot. Here I am, wondering how to ask for her number without sounding like a fool, she’d probably want Max’s number. He’s more into one-night stands. He must’ve made a face because he felt a hand on his chest. Looking down, Sid could see a flash of concern in her eyes as she stared at him.

“Hey, are you alright? Did you get a bad egg or something? You look a little upset.”

“I’m fine.” You just don’t want me as anything more than a friend.


“Yep. Good to go.”

“Ok… uh, well, we should probably get back to the house. You guys must need to go your separate ways and pack and everything. And we,” she glanced at Erin before looking up at him again, “we should get headed home too.”

Sid just stared at her face for a moment. Until the crazy line of thought, he’d been under the impression…ok, he didn’t really know what to define her. But now, well, now it was pretty clear. So, snatching up the bill off the table he stood, waiting impatiently until the rest of the group was up and then headed toward the cashier. He paid and started toward the door when he felt an arm link in his. Turning his head he saw a head full of red. Erin.

“Thanks for breakfast. And I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have.”

“I know that I haven’t had that much fun just watching a game in a long time.”

“Good. Glad we could be of service. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“I don’t see that happening.” He saw her eyes widen a fraction.

“Why not?”

“I just… maybe if you’re with Geno or something. But I don’t visit him as much as I really should.”

“Well, if Mel was coming up then I’d probably come with her, or vice versa… Hey…wait…What’s with attitude mister? You don’t want to see her again?”

“I think you’ve got it backwards,” Sid replied through clenched teeth.

“What?!” He felt her tug on his arm and the next thing he knew they were outside by the row of rocking chairs. He wondered briefly where the others were but glancing around he didn’t see anyone. He looked at Erin, waiting for her to talk, but she just stared at him.


“That’s what I asked you! Why would you think that she didn’t want to see you again?”

“I was going over some things in my head, and that’s the conclusion I came up with. It makes sense you know.”

“In what twisted world does her making dinner for you, having sex with you, spending the night with you, and then going out to breakfast with you mean she’s not interested??” Well, when put like that, I sound like the idiot. Sid couldn’t decide and figured this woman knew more about Melany than he did. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“She didn’t want to kiss me when we woke up. And when we got here she just kept talking to Max. He’s the biggest manslu--… pla--… he’s easy as fuck! It just made sense. I thought she wanted me, but I guess it was just a onetime thing. Like the game the other night. Nobody beats Brodeur like that. Fluke. Case closed.”



“Do you always have the whole hockey is life metaphor going?”

“I… no. It just makes sense. Like Max goin--”

“If you use one more hockey analogy I swear I’m gonna break your kneecaps. Now, let me tell you something and you better listen, and listen well. I don’t know what your issues are, but if you aren’t interested in her, don’t use some lame as excuses to back out of this. And just for your information, smart ass, while we were in the bathroom she was mulling over how she’s given you her number but that she didn’t get yours, and just what that might mean, so all that…bullshit you were spouting…so uncool. Now I know that she doesn’t get up here as often as she would like to and maybe not as much as might be convenient for you, but she was kinda hoping you wouldn’t hold that against her. And, by the way, I know, for a fact, that she’s kind of crazy about you. Now, I’m going to go join the group of people by your car. I suggest you get your shit together and your head on straight, then you can join us.” With that, she walked away.

Sid stared at her retreating form. Had he just been chewed out by a woman? That… well that was something that just never happened. Well at least not unless it was Nathalie, or even Taylor, but more important than that, he’d found out that he was, in fact, being a complete frigging idiot. He felt like he was twelve and a girl on the playground had just told him that her friend like liked him. He barked out a laugh and then jogged over toward his vehicle. He could hear Melany, she was laughing at something and he found himself smiling at the sound. He pushed Max aside, not caring that he broke up the conversation and grabbed onto her. Then, leaning her against the car, he pressed his lips to hers.

He tastes like maple syrup and butter and pancakes in general.

That was the only thought that passed through her mind as she felt his mouth on hers. His tongue ran along her lower lip and she gasped, giving him the chance to plunge inside. One hand came up to twist into her hair, while his other one held tight to her waist. After just a moment he pulled back and released her. Mel knew she looked like a fool, but she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.

“Ok. So Max, as I was saying… Fuck it, I’m not even going to pretend I remember what we were talking about.” She turned her head to apologize but Max was just smiling away and didn’t really seem upset by the interruption, which was good, because she certainly wasn’t. What she was fully aware of was the hand wrapped around her waist and the lips that were oh so close to her ear, blowing warm air against the side of her face. She didn’t want to get in the car… that would mean that she had to leave. But, hopefully, if that kiss meant what she hoped it did, this was only the beginning.


“What?” She looked over at Erin and knew that she’d probably snapped at her friend, but at least Erin didn’t look too put out by it.

“I said we should probably get going.”

“Oh… right.” Ok, so, do I ask him for his number? Is that appropriate after last night?? Should I expect him to give it to me… Ugh, why is this so difficult?

Grumbling to herself she opened the door and hopped in the seat still thinking about how to do this in a suave manner. They started back toward Geno’s and she got the most brilliant idea. She watched as Sid placed his phone in the center console, in one of the cup holders and she snatched it up. This way, she could just dial her number and call her phone, without the privacy thing she’d insisted he use yesterday. I think I have a right to his number now, right? She heard a throat being cleared and looked over at him; he just quirked an eyebrow.

“I… well, I w-was going to call myself.” Now those eyes lit up as he smiled.

“Great. Just don’t use the privacy blocker or you still won’t have my number. Deal?”

“Deal.” That was easy.

The ride back was strangely quiet but Mel just tried to think about when she’d be able to come to Pittsburgh again. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Sid talking to her. She just felt him nudge her arm.


“Do you space out like this a lot?”

“Haha, no. Well, sometimes. Sorry, I was just thinking about stuff.”

“Like when you might be able to come to Pittsburgh again?”

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“Well, if we make playoffs, maybe you could come to one of the home games.”

“What do you mean if? You better make them. I refuse to believe that my first season as a fan could be over in like two weeks!”

“Did you cheer for a different team before us?”

“Nope. Erin back there invited me to a game last October. First time I’d ever watched the sport in my life. Fell in love with it, never looked back.” Crap, I hope he doesn’t think I’m just some bandwagon fan…

“What do you like the most?”

“The amount of heart you guys put into every game. Even if you end up losing, it seems like for sixty minutes nothing else on earth matters. That type of dedication… it must put a little bit of strain on other things…” she trailed the rest of that sentence, trying not to bring up something that might be completely pointless to talk about.

“Well, I haven’t screwed any friendships yet… but I’ve never tried anything else. It’s pretty much hockey and that’s that.”

“I admire your focus. I wish I had that. “

“You can’t focus?” He sounded truly perplexed.

“Oh, it’s not that I can’t focus… I just… lose that focus from time to time.” Great, I probably sound like an airhead.

“Does that cause problems at your job?”

“I’m a substitute teacher. And no, it doesn’t. But let’s not give away all my mystery here. You should have to call me to learn more things about me.” He laughed and then turned on the radio. Before long the entire car was singing along to songs and laughing when parts would come up that no one knew. Inevitably, Mel found herself mumbling loudly at those parts. She couldn’t help it. The melody was always easy to get, the lyrics just didn’t always come out right.

All too soon Sid had pulled into Geno’s drive and everyone was walking toward their cars. Max high-fived Mel and Erin, telling them that he hoped to see one or both of them again soon, even if it was just for more great food. And Kris, saying it was a pleasure to meet them, bolted for his car. Mel just figured he was shy. Crazy little Frenchie.

She waved at Geno. He flashed a smile and waved back before pulling Erin over toward her car for what must’ve been a private moment. Turning to Sid, Melany let her shoulder lean against his vehicle. She didn’t know how this was supposed to work. It was going to be awkward. How was she supposed to act? All that she really wanted to do was grab him and kiss him again and again until Erin forced her into the car. Would that work though, or would that just make it harder? Sid didn’t give her the chance to ponder over things any longer. Once again she was flattened against the car as his lips claimed hers. He pulled away moments later.

“You… you have wonderful lips,” she told him. He laughed.

“I think Erin’s ready to go.” She glanced over toward the car and Erin was sitting there, waiting.

I don’t want to go. “Well, I should go then.” Tell me not to leave.

“I’ll call you.”

“I’ll answer.” And I’ll try not to wait by my phone until you do call.

She didn’t give him another chance to kiss her. Twisting out of his arms, Mel practically fled to the car. She hopped in and hit the lock button for the doors before she looked at Erin.

“Please just go now before I open the door back up and jump out.” They both laughed and drove off, not knowing that they were both silently chastising themselves for falling so hard so fast for men that were so wrong for them.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Chapter 8: Playing The Staal Brothers Drinking Game

I wrote 3 chapters today while I was subbing. I just have to type them all out and edit them to make sure they're the way I want! So look for two more updates within this week!!

After scooping up two bowls of now cold dessert, Sid wrapped an arm around Mel’s waist and they trotted back to the group gathered in the living room. There was only one spot open and he insisted that she sit on the couch. Max ended up pulling on her back belt loop to get her to take the seat. With a squeak and a flop she fell down in between the two Québécois. Sid plopped onto the floor between her legs, leaning lightly on her left knee.

They were all relaxing and just sort of staring at the TV when he felt Melany tense. He turned to see a very mischievous smile spread across her face. She turned to Geno with a very animated face. “Do you get all the hockey games? Like, all the different teams??”


“So, we could find the Hurricanes game that should be starting soon if we wanted to?”

Geno shrugged and picked up the remote, surfing through the channels until he found the game. There were about 10 minutes until the puck would drop and Sid could practically feel Melany shaking with excitement.

“Do you guys have any plans for the night?” he heard her ask. And as they all shook their heads ‘no’ another giant smile came to her lips and Sid literally forgot to breathe for a second. She was just… adorable. Was that a word to use for a woman that you slept with? He didn’t care. She was positively adorable when she smiled, and he wanted her to keep smiling. Then he noticed that Erin had started smiling too. He didn’t understand it, and he could tell that the other three didn’t either. His curiosity got the best of him.

“Why are you two smiling like that?”

The two women looked at one another before yelling “STAAL BROTHERS DRINKING GAME!”

Then they began laughing almost hysterically. Sid looked around at his teammates. Geno look positively lost, Kris just quirked an eyebrow and although Max was grinning he was pretty sure that the man didn’t have the slightest idea what they were so giddy about. But Sid wanted to know more about this game. In his mind he wanted to play, because a drinking game meant the girls would be drinking. And if the girls were drinking then they couldn’t drive home. And if they couldn’t drive home then they would have to spend the night. And finally, if they had to spend the night then he would get to spend more time with this intriguing woman above him. So he tapped her leg to get her attention.

“Uh, Mel… what on earth is the Staal Game?”

“Staal Brothers Drinking Game.”

“Right, the Staal Brothers Drinking Game. What is it?

“Really, you guys don’t know?” They all shook their heads. He watched her fish around in her pocket for her phone before flipping it open. A couple minutes later she was rattling off a list of rules for this so-called drinking game named after Jordan and his brothers.

“So, what we need is alcohol and six shot glasses. Do have those two things right?” He blinked and stared at her again. I really need to focus when she’s talking, he mused in his head.

“We go over rules again. Just… slower.”

Mel looked up from her phone to see Geno smiling shyly at her.

“Sorry Geno. If you have your laptop we could bring them up on there. And then you could translate them too!”

He smiled but shook his head, one of his hands resting on Erin’s knee.

“Thank you, but I want learn English. I have idea.”

He got up and walked out of the room. Mel glanced at her friend but Erin just shrugged her shoulders. Pretty soon the Russian was back and with him were a big dry erase board and two markers.

“You write rules here and explain while doing. It help everyone.”

That boyish grin was enough to make her agree to anything! Hopefully Erin will have as much luck with him as I did with Sid.

“Why on earth do you have a… you know what, never mind. It’s not important.”

She grabbed one of the markers and scrolled up to the top of the page on her phone. Starting at the beginning again, she began to write them out as she talked and Erin got up to grab the alcohol she’d seen in the kitchen earlier. She came back with enough glasses and three bottles. There was tequila, whiskey, and vodka. Of course there’s vodka. We’re in the house of a 22-year-old Russian hockey player.

“Ok, so nothing counts until the first puck drops. Got it?”

She grinned when everyone smiled and shook their heads. And then she proceeded to choose a shot glass. Then another thought came to mind but Erin beat her to it.

“Are we going to pick sides?”

“I call Pillow Lips!” Mel yelled. “No gingers for me!” She noticed the look on Sid’s face.

“Pillow Lips?”
“Uh huh. That’s Eric Staal’s nickname.”

“Ok. But really… Pillow Lips?!”

“You don’t need an explanation to everything you know. Not yet, at least.”

Kris cleared his throat to get her attention. “Do you guys have nicknames for everyone?”

She turned to Erin and they pretended to think it over. Then they both let out a peal of laughter as they shook their heads and let out a long and guilty-sounding “Noooooo.” Somehow, she didn’t think the guys were going to believe them.

“Alright Erin, I’ve chosen. Who do you pick? Eric or Markie?”

“I’ll go with the Rangers. We redheads have to stick together!”

Mel pointed at Geno.

“I stick with Red.”

Erin blushed and smiled at him. Mel couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Sid?” She smiled at him, waiting for him to say Canes.

“Well… I guess… Rangers.”



“Oh… ok then… Well, sorry boys, looks like you two Frenchies are with me!” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Let’s get ready for the game!”

She sunk down into the couch and Max leaned into her.

“Don’ worry. He’s going down! Now, how’s your neck feeling?”

Sid watched as Max bantered so easily with Melany. He wanted to tell him to back off, but he didn’t really think he had anything to worry about. Max was a charmer, but she seemed level-headed enough to avoid him. And after what happened in the upstairs room… he really didn’t think there would be anything for him to worry about. Then again, she did seem kind of put off when he called ‘Rangers.’

He decided not to dwell on it and try to enjoy the game.

Two and a half hours later he lifted his head off the floor. Oh god, this is why I don’t drink, he thought to himself. Coming to his knees he looked around the room. Geno was sitting there, smiling, but otherwise looking completely sober. Erin was leaning on his shoulder and was flushed but it seemed like she could hold her own. His eyes focused on the couch and the first thing he noticed was that Tanger seemed to be passed out on one end. The next thing he focused on was the fact that Melany was sitting on Max’s lap.

“What the hell is this?”

They both looked up. Max didn’t seem to be focusing completely, but Melany; she had a smirk on her face.

“Max and I were just talking.”

“Why do you need to sit on his lap to talk to him?”

“The closer I am, the quieter I can talk.”

Sid stood up, swaying gently before righting himself. He walked over, as straight as possible, and came to a stop before the two of them.

“I don’t think I like you sitting there.”

“I don’t think you’re in the position to tell me what to do.”

“Max,” Sid barked. “Why aren’t you speaking up about this?”

His friend rolled his head back and looked up at him, blinking a couple times.

“What are you doing on my lap?”

“That’s what I’d like to know!”

“Man, stop yelling… You’re giving me a headache…”

“I’ll give you more than that if you don’t get your paws off my… off of… just stop holding onto her.”

Sid was starting to get angry. He could feel his temper flare and he clenched his hands into fists at his sides. Deep breaths Crosby, deep breaths.

“Melany,” Max whispered as he tapped her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be trying to make our captain here jealous would you?”

Sid held his breath. Please say yes. Jealousy I can handle. Falling for Max I can’t.

“Of course,” she sighed. “I was just mad that he chose New York over Carolina.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding and as the air whooshed out he chuckled a little.

“I had ulterior motives,” Sid said as he watched Max turn the woman in his arms and place her on the cushion beside him. He dropped down to his knees in front of her. “I knew that with all these rules we were all going to get drunk. And you can’t drive home now; we won’t let you. So, whoever won tonight… well, I just thought we could continue what we started upstairs, and whoever won would be in charge…” It sounded dumb to his own ears now and he waited for her to laugh at him. And she did. But it was a light laugh.

“You’re a dork. If you would’ve told me that from the beginning I wouldn’t have been upset. Hey! I get to be in charge!” Sid laughed and pulled himself up, dragging her with him.

“Let’s go upstairs then. We’ll grab a bedroom this time.”

She giggled and told everyone else good night. It seemed like the others took that as the cue to go to bed as well though. Geno stood up, stretching, and smiled down at Erin. He held out his hand and she smiled back up at him as he hauled her off the loveseat and they started toward the stairs ahead of her and Sidney. Tanger had come to and he was looking around as Max popped off the couch.

They all started up the stairs and as they started down the hallway Erin turned to talk to Mel about something. Before she could get two words out Geno had her arm and was pulling her into what Melany guessed was his room. She giggled again at Erin’s shocked expression before the door closed. Then she got an idea.

“Breakfast in the morning everyone. It’s on Sid!”

“What? Why do I hav--”

Geno swung the door open with a smile on his face.

“Sweet. Night.” And then the door slammed shut again.

“Wait, really… why do I have to pay?”

“You said I was in charge.”

“I meant… I didn’t mean it that way.” Max and Tanger stumbled up the steps.

“Did I hear that Cappy here is paying for breakfast,” Max asked.

“You did. So good night boys. We’ll see you in the morning.”

She couldn’t say anything else because Sid was tugging her farther down the hall and through another door. The last thing she heard before the door shut and Sid began to peel off her clothes was Kris slamming the door in Max’s face after he’d offered to cuddle with him.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Chapter 7: Oh, Bite Me Talbot!


I know, the title seems odd since it's a story about Sid... Go with it ok? I promise, by the end of the chapter it will all make sense* Happy reading!!

Oh my god, his lips are seriously the most blissful thing to kiss. This was what was going through Melany’s head as she had her mouth plastered against Sid’s. He was against the door while she was leaning into him, her hands fisted in his shirt again like they’d been down in the kitchen. She just felt like she couldn’t get close enough to him. She didn’t know how they could be any closer unless they were naked, but she didn’t want to rush this! Instead, she released his shirt and ran her hands under the hem, moving them up his chest, feeling the muscles and smooth skin. Fuck this; hopefully I’ll have a chance to take things slow later!

Mel pulled back much to her own displeasure and tried to get Sid out of his shirt. He wouldn’t lift his arms though and she growled in her throat when he snatched her hands and pulled her back against him. One hand let go of hers, sinking into the hair at the base of her skull. She watched his face, waiting for the tug that would tilt her head for better access. But instead she felt his fingers start a gentle massage and she couldn’t help but let out a groan as her eyes fluttered closed. As he worked some magic of relaxation Melany tried once again, to no avail, to rid him of his shirt.

“Ugh, Sid… lift your arms! I want this out of the way!”

“In a hurry?”




“Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Why aren’t you?!”

“I like to thoroughly enjoy myself.”

“Well, so do I! But it’s been a while, and I want you… badly! So how about helping me out here…”

Sid chuckled. He looked down at her hands on his shirt and then really took a look at the one she was wearing. Yeah, it was a Pens shirt, but she’d taken it apart and re-designed it, tying it down the sides like you would for one of those fleece blankets. At least I know an easy way to get her out of this, he thought as he took hold of her shirt, one hand on each side of the ties.

“No, Sid don--”


He watched her face go from angry to worried to angry in the blink of an eye. Then she looked up at him.

“If you wanted my shirt off so bad, you could’ve just said ‘take it off’ and I would’ve whipped it over my head in a heartbeat!”

“I just wanted to help you since I was being so difficult.”

“You could’ve helped me by taking your shirt off, you know.”

Sid smiled and whisked his tee over his head and threw it on the floor. He saw another look of anger cross her face. But then she smiled and one hand reached out to trace over his chest. He wasn’t as ripped as some of the guys were, but he felt like he looked better now than he had during that photo shoot back in…

He jerked as one of her fingers ran along the waistband of his jeans. Ok, no more thinking while she touches me. Glancing down, he smiled when he noticed she was biting on her lower lip as she stared at his body.

“You wanna make things even here?”

Sid noticed the smile on her face as she grasped her shirt and brought it over her head. It was thrown in a flash to join his and then he focused on the sight before him. He just stared at her, not knowing what to say. His eyes drank in the teal cups holding two decent-sized breasts and how her body flared out like an hourglass, smooth skin everywhere and… what was that on her side? A tattoo? Hmmm, a bad girl at heart perhaps.

She seemed to realize what he was looking at and her hand went down to try and cover it. He smirked and took hold of her hand, peeling it away from her side. He looked in her eyes.

“I want to see it,” Sid said as he turned his attention to the area of flesh that was covered in ink. It was a pretty big tattoo taking up most of her right side. It started beneath the material of her bra, and the bottom was perfectly in line with her jeans. Why would someone get a tattoo of a ship, he wondered. It was beautiful though. There was so much detail. He ran his fingers over masts, sails, rigging, planks, even portholes. All that was missing were cannons and a pirate with a sword. His eyes came back up to her face and he knew she could tell what he wanted to ask.

“After, ok? I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me.” He liked the sound of that, so he smiled and pulled her to him for another kiss. As his hands skimmed over her body he felt hers go back to his jeans. She had her fingers in his belt loops and was tugging him over toward the desk. They moved in unison until he felt his butt hit against the side and she stopped kissing him to drop down to her knees.

With a certain amount of force Melany undid Sid’s pants and started to get them down his legs. She kept her eyes on his package, straining against the material of his briefs, and unconsciously licked her lips. Is this really happening or is this just another dream, she thought as she lifted shaky fingers to the elastic above the bulge that she couldn’t wait to see. She felt him lift away from the desk so that the material would slide over his butt and as she pulled she continued to stare as inch after inch of skin appeared from beneath the black boxer briefs.

And then he was standing before her, naked except for his pants which were down around his ankles. And he was gorgeous. His body seemed proportionate and she thanked her lucky stars that whoever had seen fit to gift him with that giant ass, decided to make it even and give him a matching front. No, he wasn’t massive, but he was more than she’d had before. And she was very excited about all the things she could do to him. Better not waste any time.

Mel slipped her left hand around his length and as she gazed up at his face she slid her hand up and down him a few times, noting the his sharp intake of breath and the intensity in his eyes as he stared at her hand. There were things that she should probably say right now, but everything sounded stupid in her head. So instead of saying the wrong thing, or making a fool of herself, she decided to let her actions speak for themselves.

She felt him tense as he slid into her mouth and one hand instantly latched onto her hair. Melany kept her eyes on his and wondered if the emotions flying through those hazel orbs were what he could see mirrored in her brown ones. She could see the intense amount of desire that he was holding in check right now. And that was fine… for the moment. But she didn’t want him to hold back. She didn’t want this to be like an interview, with no personality. She wanted to see him just being… what was the word… carefree?

Her tongue moved over him as her head started bobbing and she smiled around his dick as she heard him let out a groan. His hand turned into a fist and she felt a spiral of desire course through her body. Not that she wasn’t into taking charge, but dominant guys… they just… she just let out a corresponding moan. Sid reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her up flush against him.

As much as he wanted to feel her lips wrapped around him, Sid could feel his control slipping and didn’t want to act like a virgin… yeah, sure, he hadn’t gotten any in a while... but there’s no reason he should act that way right? Her mouth just brought out those animal instincts he only let loose during a game. That had never happened before. He’d always been able to keep that part of himself in check.

Now, leaning against the desk, feeling his dick rub against the denim of her jeans… all he wanted to do was turn her around, bend her over and ram himself home. God, she’d freak if she knew what I was thinking right now. Get a hold of yourself Crosby. He hooked his arms around her, keeping her close. He wanted this to be better for her.

“Maybe we should stop this now before it’s too late.”

“You’re standing there with your pants around your ankles and I’m topless… and you want to stop??” He tried to stop her but she pulled out of his arms too quickly and if he moved fast he’d probably trip over his own two feet. She was taking his words the wrong way.

“No, I want to do you… this… more than you can imagine. But this isn’t… I didn’t plan to… there’s no freaking bed! Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Ummm… honestly? Some of the best sex I had didn’t include a bed. It’s not about where you do it; it’s about who you do it with. I don’t think anywhere we chose to fuck would be bad. Now, can we go back to what I was enjoying doing please?” Sid just stared at her.

“We can stop if you’re that uncomfortable Sid. But I don’t want to.” She brought her hand up to his cheek, turning him to face her. Looking into her eyes he saw nothing but desire and trust. Then she smiled at him and he thought for sure he’d get down on one knee and propose to her. Just to see that smile every day. Dear God, don’t say that or she will seriously bolt!

“As long as you’re comfortable… I’d be happy to use this desk to please you.”

He watched her eyes light up and she jumped into his arms. He fell back onto the desk and just stayed there as she leaned down to place kisses all over his face. Before he could blink her lips were on his neck and making a trail up to his ear. She bit on his earlobe and in a breathless voice told him what she wanted from him.

“Just bend me over the desk, and we’ll go from there, ok Crosby?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Melany let out a throaty laugh against his ear at his answer and backed off of him. He came off the table and pulled her to him once more, finding her lips for a deep, passionate kiss that left her sighing and made her toes curl. As his tongue moved with hers his hands wound around her and unclasped her bra. After finishing the task he skimmed up to her shoulders and slowly slid the two straps down. She shivered as the material moved slowly down her arms. He threw the lacy get-up over toward their shirts. Then his hands were cupping her breasts.

“Mmmm,” she moaned as he pulled his mouth away. She closed her eyes and just let the sensations wash over her. His hands were so big. His fingers splayed across her chest and thumb stroked over one of her nipples. It hardened right after and it sent a twinge down to her panties. They’d never been this sensitive before had they? Maybe my ex just wasn’t as great as he’d thought. Why are you thinking about him right now??

As if reading her mind Sid pinched the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger. She sucked in a breath at the unexpected feeling and then moaned when he twisted his hand slowly, deliberately. Sid spun them around so that she was now leaning against the desk. He put both hands on her waist and tugged up. Realizing what he wanted she hopped onto the wooden frame. Her eyes met his and this time he smiled as his head moved, almost in slow motion, toward her. But instead of finding her lips he ducked lower, latching onto one of her breasts and drawing a long moan out of her as she arched, giving him better access.

“Sid… Sidney…” She wasn’t sure which one he’d rather be called. He sucked hard as his fingers toyed with the other nipple and she decided she would call him anything he wanted as long as he never stopped. When his teeth grazed over the tip Melany let out a ragged breath and grabbed his head, holding him against her body. He would probably never understand just how much she was enjoying this moment in time.

“That… it feels… uh, Siiid…” She felt him smile against her skin and then she yelped as he switched it up and ran his tongue over the other nipple before biting down and eliciting another moan. He brought his body back up and Melany thought she might cry in frustration. She couldn’t yell at him though because he was pushing her shoulders back, forcing her to lie across the desk. Sid stepped between her legs and bent over her, trailing a path with his tongue from her collarbone, straight down the middle of her chest, and twirling around her navel while his fingers worked on the button and zipper of her jeans.

Her initial reaction was to close her eyes and just let herself feel… but she had no idea what exactly he was going to do so she propped herself up on her elbows and watched in fascination as he peeled the denim down her hips. He took a step back and tugged them down her legs. The teal lace panties were left on though, and he pushed back between her legs. As his hand ran up from her ankle to her thigh she could only think of one thing, thank God I decided to shave my legs! Biting her lip, she looked up at Sid.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Do you have protection?”

Sid smiled at her question. He stepped out of his pants and then bent over to retrieve the foil packet from his back pocket. He held it up and saw her visibly relax. Good, she’s not just trying to use me for a baby. Geez, where in the hell did that thought come from?! I need to stop listening to my dad when he gets on one of those ‘girlfriend’ rants.

He ripped open the packet and slid the piece of rubber over his erection. He turned up to look at Melany and saw her lick her lips as she stared at his cock. Nothing like a predatory look to make a man’s ego t sky rocket, he thought. Reaching over, he spread her legs more and stepped between them, pushing the panties aside and rubbing himself over her slit a couple times. She was still propped up and he watched her hands clench, her eyes pleading with him to stop teasing before she looked away.

“Look at me Melany.”

She stared into his eyes as he slowly thrust himself inside, feeling her muscles flexing as he leaned in, pushing farther until he could feel her pressed against his groin. He wanted to stay in that position forever. He wanted to pull out and do it all over again. He wanted to push her down on the desk and slam her into the wood until she was screaming his name. He felt like yelling, shouting from the rooftops. She felt that good. Tight, wet and hot.

“Sidney, I need… you should stop teasing me!”

He chuckled and pulled his hips back, stopping when just the tip was still inside her. He held the lace away from her body and when she whimpered again he thrust back in, hard and deep. She screamed an ‘Oh Jesus’ as he brought his hands up to her knees. Pushing them apart he started fucking her. Slow, deep thrusts started out as his tempo. That didn’t last long. Her words egged him on, making him want to please her even more.

“Harder Sidney. Yes! Just like that baby… fuck me just like that!” His grip tightened almost painfully on her thighs but he couldn’t make himself do anything more than smile at the thought of leaving his mark on her. His pace started to pick up as she clawed the top of the desk and told him, in no uncertain terms, what she wanted him to do to her. She was very explicit and very thorough with her wants and needs.

He ran a hand over onto her pussy and as his cock slid in and out his thumb pressed onto her clit, rubbing in circles. She moaned, reaching down to grab onto his arm that wasn’t currently busy. He started fucking her faster but his thumb kept that lazy pace, sending her slowly to the brink of insanity and pleasure.

Sid watched her, amazed at the open expressions on her face. He could tell she was getting close but he didn’t feel like being nice right this second. As she got really close to her peak he pulled out completely, taking a step back and biting the inside of his mouth and she pulled herself onto her elbows and glared at him. In a breathless voice she started to yell at him. He stopped her in midsentence and pulled on her hand.

“What are you--”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before Sid pulled her up and turn her around, pushing on her shoulder blades and bending her into almost a ninety degree angle. She held her breath as he peeled her panties off. Sliding them over her ass he pushed them down her legs to her ankles. Taking the hint Melany stepped out of them and spread her legs as Sid’s hand traced some shape on her lower back. She flipper her hair over to the side and turned to look at him.

“Please Sid. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Are you kidding me?!” She nearly screamed as she faced away from him. Ask him nicely… who does he think he is? Melany started to ask him just that but when she looked back at him she could tell that he was trying really hard to hide a smile. Oh, so that’s his game. Well, two can play at this. She pushed off the table and spun around. One hand went down, fingers running over everything but what she really wanted to touch, the other to his arm to steady herself. Her head tilted toward his and she bit down on her lip.

“Please fuck me Sidney. I want it so bad… I need to feel you pounding into me. Those big, strong hands digging into my hips as you thrust against me.” She moved her right hand over to his chest, skimming along his skin until her thumb brushed over his nipple. She felt him tense. Almost there.

“Don’t you want to feel me wrapped around you, hear me scream your name as you push deeper, bringing me over the edge. I know you want to fe--” Melany couldn’t finish her sentence before she was turned around once more, pushed over the desk, and felt him thrust deep inside.


It was quite literally the only thought that would come out of her mouth. She could do nothing but hold onto the edge of the desk while his inhibitions let loose. His death grip on her hips reminded her that he might leave imprints on her skin and she shivered at the thought . Oh, to be marked by this man.

She moaned as he found a steady pace, rocking into her like he had a beat in his head. With each thrust she could feel the jumble of emotions worming their way from her head, to her heart, and down farther, all coming to rest in a bundle of nerves. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, to feel that fire that would run through her veins. But her arms didn’t want to move from their current position.

Sid was in heaven, that was all there was to it. No one had ever made him feel this way before. He felt like an animal, like he just couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t get deep enough, and that if he held on just a little tighter… He heard her moans, her words of encouragement. He wondered if he might be hurting her but she didn’t complain as he pounded her into the desk. No she seemed to be enjoying herself as much as he was.

He wanted, no, needed to feel more of her. Relinquishing his grip on her hips, he brought his hands up higher and pulled her back so that she was almost standing and he could feel her pressed entirely against him. His hands roamed over her body as he continued to thrust, one curling around her waist to support her and the other moving south, his questing fingers finding that sweet spot that would push her over the edge.

She bucked against him as his fingers played with her, and he was rewarded with a low moan and a curse that would make a sailor blush. He decided to slow down the tempo of his thrusts before he lost control completely, but his fingers toyed faster, and he could feel her inner muscles tighten around him, knew she was getting close like he was. He brushed her hair aside with his face and leaned in close to whisper against her ear.

“God Melany, I can feel how close you are. You want to come don’t you? I want to feel you fall apart in my arms.” She gasped and her left hand came up, wrapping around his head to curl into his hair, keeping him close. The other hand held onto his arm for dear life and he chuckled. He heard her whimper and knew she was almost there.

Picking up the pace again, he started to ram against her, his thrusts matching the pace his fingers were going and he could hear her breath coming in short pants.

“Sid… yes. Oh god, fuck me.”

“ Yes.”

“Harder baby.”

“I want to feel you come around me Melany.”

“I’m gonna come. Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop fucking me…”

He tilted his head and ran his tongue down her neck, stopping for a moment to nibble none too gently on her before continuing down and over her shoulder. He could feel the moment she let go. Her entire body tensed and she clenched around him. He thought he was going to die from the sheer pleasure and as his orgasm came over him he bit her shoulder to keep from screaming out like he wanted to.

Sid felt her fingers turn into a death grip on his arm and hair and she finally let loose a scream that must’ve been building for a while. He brought his hand up and covered her mouth, trying to muffle at least some of the sound. He knew that everyone downstairs could probably hear them but he didn’t want them to think he was killing her.

Melany finally felt herself come down from that glorious high and she became aware of everything. His hand covering her mouth, his arm keeping her against him, his sweaty body pressed against her. And all she wanted to do was collapse on the floor and pass out. Her body wasn’t wound tight anymore and she could feel her legs shaking.

“Sid, we need to sit or something before I fall down.” She felt him laugh against her shoulder. Her shoulder which hurt. Why did her shoulder hurt?

“Alright, let’s lay down then. I don’t think Geno would want our bodies all over the desk after that.” Mel heard him taking care of the condom as she dropped down to her knees. Turning to look up at him, she giggled as he looked around for somewhere to dispose of the piece of rubber. He finally snatched a blank piece of paper from a stack on one of the bookcases and crumpled it up inside before throwing it in a trash can by the door. He walked back over and sat down, leaning back against the desk.

She crawled over and practically collapsed against him. She’d never just sat with someone after sex. She felt exposed lying against him naked. If they were in a bed it’d be different. But here, here she felt shy. She looked around for something to cover herself with and grabbed the two things closest to her. Not exactly what I wanted, but it’ll do. Melany heard Sid laugh again as she shoved his shirt over her head and pulled her panties over her hips in record time.

“I felt naked.”

“You were naked.”


“I liked you naked.”

“Well, I like you naked.” She watched him glance down at his still nude body before looking back up at her.

“This isn’t fair.”

“Oh fine, ruin all my fun.” Hopping up, Melany wandered over to the pile of clothes, bringing it back over for them to go through. She threw his briefs and jeans at him. “Party pooper.”

“You’re the one who put something on first,” she heard him say as he stood up to get dressed. She grabbed her bra and pulled his shirt off while she hooked it back on, slipping the straps over her shoulders once more. Which reminded her… “Why does my shoulder hurt?’

“Ummm… I may have been a little too ‘Interview With a Vampire’ and bit you.”

“Ahhh, that would explain it,” she said with a smile. They were both standing there sans shirts and she couldn’t help but admire his chest and abs again.

“Stop looking at me like a piece of meat.”

“But I’m still hungry.”

“Then let’s go get that dessert we never had.”

“I don’t know, I think that what I have up here is just as yummy Crosby.”

“If we don’t go downstairs, I won’t let you out of this room for a week.”

“I would be very hungry by that time. But very, very happy.”

They looked at one another and smiled, both imaging all the things they could do in a week’s time. But she knew he was right. And then her stomach grumbled, making up their minds for them.

“Here’s your shirt,” he said, tossing it her way. She started to put it on when she realized there was a problem, and that if they hadn’t before, everyone was going to know what had gone on up here. “Give me your shirt.”

“Why can’t you wear--,” he looked up to see her holding the ripped shirt for him. Oh yeah, I forgot that I did that.

“Somebody was being entirely too helpful when I was attempting to get out him out of his clothes.”

Sid just smirked and tossed his tee toward her.

“I’ll go across the hall and grab something out of Geno’s closet. Then we can head downstairs.” She nodded at him and pulled his shirt over her head once more. Then, picking up her ruined one, she walked over to the door with him. When they opened it and stepped into the hallway they could hear laughter and the TV.

“Well, they obviously found something to do without us. Maybe they didn’t hear… everything….”

“Would you regret it if they did?” He held his breath while waiting for her answer. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?! No! I’ll just be a little embarrassed. I wouldn’t regret this… ever!”

He smiled at the sincerity in her voice and pushed her against the wall to plant a kiss on her lips. She moaned and brought her hands around him, lightly scratching down his back as he pressed her against the wall. Pulling himself away, he leaned down, his forehead against hers.

“I should go grab that shirt before I rip this one and we have to borrow two!” He had to force himself to turn around. He jogged down the hall and into another room, coming out a few seconds later and pulling a Reebok tee over his head. He was pretty sure this one was his anyway. Coming to a halt beside her he smiled once more, then took her hand in his and they started toward the stairs.

After walking down to the first floor they stopped in the doorway to the living room. Geno and Erin were on the loveseat, Max was sprawled out along the couch and Tanger laying upside down in one of the overstuffed recliners. He was the first to notice the two of them and brought himself upright, throwing the game controller he had toward Max. Max turned to see what was up and saw them standing there.

“Well, glad to see you guys could finally join us. Were you showing her around the house mon cap-i-tan?”

Melany spoke up before he had a chance to defend himself.

“Oh, bite me Talbot!”

“Looks like someone already took care of that for me,” Max said with a smile. Sid watched Melany’s hand shoot up to her neck before she blushed and turned toward him.

“Do you want to go get that dessert now?” she asked as quietly as possible. Max overheard her though.

“Getting some energy for round two Melany?”

Sid couldn’t help but smile and the rest of the group started to laugh. Melany blushed but laughed too as she buried her face in his chest.

“Still no regrets right?” he whispered against her hair. She shook her head no and he could feel her smiling.