She slid the room key into the slot and giggled as she pressed him against the door, his bottom lip caught between her teeth in a gentle nibble. She jerked the handle and he gasped as he almost fell through the opening.
They walked through into the hotel room and before it could click shut he grabbed the Do Not Disturb sign to hang over the outside knob. He made sure both locks were in place and then he turned toward her, a mischievous little glint in his eye.
“What are you thinking?” she asked him.
He just smiled in return.
Before she could blink he was standing next to her. His arm snaked around her waist, bringing her flush against him. With such a fast movement she felt a little topsy-turvy and she wound one arm around his neck to steady herself. After looking up into his eyes she smiled, loving the look of desire that was shining in them. His head came down and took possession of her lips in a kiss that fueled the flames already burning deep inside her.
Then she let out a small screech as he lifted her, twirled her around, and tossed her onto the bed. She didn’t get a chance to move though because he followed right after, his body covering hers, his hands roaming up and down, exploring, memorizing.
In no time at all their clothes were off, thrown about the room like a tornado had swept through. And then they started a ritual as old as time, their two bodies moving together in a dance that was based more on instinct than anything else. Her legs wrapped around him and her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pushed her closer and closer to that little death that they both wanted so badly to reach.
She peaked first, with him following not long after, and then they lay there, still entwined and foreheads pressed together, trying to get their breathing back under control.
After a few moments he slid off of her, falling to his back, his right arm coming over his face. She turned onto her side and stared at him.
“Well, I think we need to do that again,” she stated with a Cheshire cat grin on her lips. He let out a chuckle and drew his hand away. He looked at her for a moment, just studying her features.
“I think you’re right!”
Melany came to, curled up against something that was firm yet yielding. As the sunlight came through the curtains she sleepily glanced down at the form that she was sprawled over top of. She couldn’t tell what it was, but something seemed odd about him.
“Sid, why are you so red?”
When he didn’t answer her she blinked a couple times, coming more awake every time she re-opened her eyes. She stared down at the man she’d been holding. No eyes stared back up at her; no sweet nothings were said from those gorgeous, pouty lips. She grabbed her glasses off the night table and stared down at, not Sid, but her pillow.
With that realization she collapsed, shoving her face deep into the fluffy form, and let out a strangled moan.
“What the hell was that?!”
She lifted her head again and looked to her left. There on the other bed was Erin, staring none-too-nicely at her. Melany was half-tempted to just flip her off and groan into the pillow again, but that wouldn’t really make her feel any better.
“I had wonderful, amazing, stupendous sex with Sidney last night… then I woke up and realized that the warm naked body I was curled up to wasn’t Sid but my pillow, and that it was all a dream! I was just letting out my frustrations.”
“Mel, I love you dearly… but you really need some help.” Erin let out a laugh, and then pulled herself from the bed, walking slowly to the bathroom. “I call dibs on the shower!”
After getting ready, packing their overnight bags, and chowing down on the array of goodies from the free breakfast, the two hopped in the car and set the GPS for Southpointe! The boys were having an open practice today and neither of them could wait! Sure, it wasn’t a real game, but Erin promised that they would be able to sit almost where they had the night before, and that there wouldn’t be as many people.
When they exited the highway Melany couldn’t help but laugh at the number. Erin must’ve had the same idea because she turned to Mel at the end of the ramp.
“Do you think TK sees the exit and says ‘Hey, my number!’ every time he gets off here?”
“I was wondering the same thing!”
Ten minutes later they were getting ready to pull into the parking lot of the Iceoplex. Had Erin not turned the wrong way, it would’ve been sooner. Then again, if Melany had been paying attention, she wouldn’t have told Erin to turn left off the highway! Either way, they were waiting on the main road to turn in when some twit in a red Alero decided she couldn’t drive. Erin yelled, “Are you going to turn in or not?”… Like the woman could hear her.
“Oooo, Erin look at that car!”
“Holy crap that’s Fleury’s Lamborghini!!!”
“Seriously, you have the right of way!”
“Hmmm, that doesn’t look like Flower… and someone’s riding shotgun!”
Erin finally took her eyes off of the annoying driver and glanced to the left, eyeing the car for the first time. She turned back and looked at Mel.
“Looks like Brooksie to me.”
Melany kept staring at the car. She finally realized what looked off.
“OH MY GOD THAT’S NOT FLOWER… IT’S GEENNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
The last word was uttered in such a high-pitched and long, drawn out scream that Erin was positive the guys heard it through two windows and whatever music they were sure to be playing. She finally turned in front of the idiot driver in the other lane; and she couldn’t help but laugh as Mel continued to stare at the guys as they passed them and headed into the lot. Once she had pulled in, she turned toward her friend.
“I don’t need to chain you to the car and leave the windows cracked do I?”
“No!! I mean… No, I’ve gotten it out of my system now. I won’t be freaking out anymore.”
Erin gave her a look, but Mel just beamed a smile at her. They checked in the mirrors to make sure there wasn’t anything stuck in their teeth or in their hair. Sure, they didn’t plan on seeing anyone, but one must look their best when sitting near sexy hockey players!
The air in the arena was colder than the Igloo, but Melany felt like she was on fire! She was so excited, almost more excited than she’d been for the game itself. Perhaps it was because as she glanced around she noticed more men than women. Or that although she was just in a Crosby jersey and jeans, she thought that she looked pretty hot. Either way, as tempted as she was to sit by the glass, sitting up higher would give them a better view of the entire rink!
With that in her thoughts, she motioned for Erin to slide down to the middle of a row that was closer to one end, but above most of the people who were already there. The guys hadn’t come out yet and Mel was getting antsy. What if he doesn’t come to these things? Oh that’s just dumb, he’s captain and married to his sport, of course he’ll be here! But he doesn’t know you’ll be here. Not that he probably even notices who’s here! Oh god, stop rambling in your head!
“I need something to distract me Erin! Now!”
It was like the Hockey Gods heard her and chose to show her some love. The door across the ice opened. Then a guy dressed in an athletic suit stepped out. He opened the door to the ice and Mel held her breath.
The first door opened again and she knew, without seeing a number anywhere on his uniform, that it was Sid. She watched, completely mesmerized, as he, and those who came out after him, skated around the ice. No, it was more of a gliding movement. Like they were almost flying.
“Earth to Mel. Trying to have a conversation with you over here!”
“Lover boy knows you’re here…”
She may have said that a little louder than necessary because a few of the other fans around them turned back to look at them. She noticed and her cheeks turned slightly pink. She brought her eyes up and looked towards the ice. Two of the guys were standing together and they were both looking her way. She blushed even more and dipped her chin towards her chest, her hand up to cover her face.
“Erin… please tell me that’s not who I think it is staring at us.”
“Ok, Sid isn’t standing there with Garon and staring at you.”
“You’re lying aren’t you?”
“Oh geez… why do I keep making a fool of myself?”
“Well, it’s not like you’re totally classy when he’s not around either.”
Mel finally pulled her face up, trying to keep her eyes from straying to the one guy on the ice that she wanted to watch. Her gaze roamed around, falling on Erin’s heartthrob.
“Looks like your man isn’t practicing today.”
She nodded her head in Geno’s direction.
He stood against the glass near the door that everyone had come out of. Must’ve been the locker room. Erin put her feet on the bleacher in front of them, her arms on her knees, her chin in her hands, and let out a sigh.
“I wonder why he isn’t practicing. Maybe he got hurt last night and I didn’t realize it. I should have noticed if he was hurt though…”
“Seriously! With the way you eyed him all three periods!”
Erin started make a smartass reply but it looked like the practice was going to be underway.
Oh man. She’s here.
Sidney felt it almost as soon as he stepped onto the ice. He could feel someone looking at him. After skating around a few times he slid over to the net to speak with Garon. And while he did his eyes scanned the crowd. Then he spotted her.
Well, he saw Red and then his eyes fixed on the figure sitting beside her. Garon was talking about something but Sid just kept staring. He watched her turn her body toward Red. And then he watched as she got a panicked look on her face, glanced his way, and then hid her face with her hand. He let out a small laugh and Red laughed back. She knew what was going on too.
“Dude, why are you laughing at me? I’m serious! I sometimes feel like I won’t get to play because I can do half the moves Flower does. He’s like jell-o or something…”
Mat glared at Sid and refused to go through his entire explanation again.
“I’m sorry. I got distracted. I’m sure you’ll be fine. We’ll shoot enough things at you to keep you on your toes!”
They both laughed and then Sid skated over to the coach and practice started.
The guys taking part in the open skate were all limbered up and ready to go. Practices like this were always helpful. Sure, they didn’t do a ton of work, but sometimes you had to have fun more than anything else.
After some drills they started a small scrimmage of three-on-three. Coach decided that just using half the ice would be easier since Flower wasn’t out there. Sid was on a line with Tanger and Max. They were standing together, planning an attack against TK, Brooks and Boucher when Max brought up Melany.
“So, did your mystery girl show up? Is she here today?”
“Yeah, she’s sitting up towards the top. Second set, by the red head in the gray sweater.”
“Do you know anything about her?”
“Her name’s Melany, she wears my number and she seems to have a sense of humor.”
Tanger put his two cents in.
“Well, do something to get her attention. You know, a sick goal or something.”
“Yeah,” Max chimed in. “Show some of that skill that put that C on your chest!”
Sid gave a nod and they planned out a sweet play that had him shooting a hard slapper at an angle and hopefully into the back of the net. They cycled the puck a couple times and Tanger slid it over to Sid. He checked his aim and prepared to shoot. Brooksie was bearing down on him though and at the last minute he arced a little too much. He watched as it flew wide of the net, slid around the boards and up over the glass. No friggin’ way! He heard someone yell a “head’s up” and he cringed.
The rest of the guys on the ice were staring into the stands as well.
There, up from the glass, someone was holding the side of their head. He knew who it was, and just couldn’t believe it… I guess the third time is a charm.
Tanger skated by him as Sid stood there, riveted to the ice. They both watched as one of the trainers ran over and took her down to the training room. “Ummm, that wasn’t exactly what I meant Sid. But look at it this way… You can go talk to her now! ”
Sid took one more look up to where Melany had been sitting. Red was staring at him with a hand over her mouth and he was pretty sure she was trying not to laugh. He gave her his best apologizing look and finally skated away, heading toward the door the trainer had gone though. After pulling off his gloves and helmet he turned the door and opened it a little.
“Everyone in here decent?” he joked.
“Well,” a voice from inside floated out. “This guy checking out my head told me that if I felt like I was gonna faint to wait until you came in so that you could loosen my clothes once I pass out.”
Sid couldn’t help but laugh as he opened the door wide. There on one of the tables sat the girl who’d been on his mind for almost the 24 hours. The trainer was touching her left cheek and Sid could see the welt already forming. His smile died.
“I’m so sorry!”
The guy tending to her face must’ve finished because he handed her an ice pack and left the room.
“It’s ok. I should’ve ducked a little faster. No harm done.”
“No harm done?? You face is swollen and red and… and it’s all my fault!”
“Calm down there Crosby. Yelling isn’t going to solve anything, and it’s definitely not going to help this headache that’s forming right now.”
“What do you need? Do you want to lie down? How about something to drink?”
Melany stared at him as he paced around. “Crosby.” He looked up. “Stop moving. Just sit down.”
He hopped onto the table across from her. They just stared at one another for a moment.
“What can I do to make this up to you?”
Melany laughed and batted her eyelashes. “You can take me to dinner,” she said jokingly.
“Ok, what time?”
“I said ok. What time would you like to go? Anything special that you’re craving?”
“Well, I can’t tonight… I have… Uh… I have plans already.” Did I just say that? I don’t have any plans! Good grief… She watched a look of sadness cross his face. “I mean… they aren’t definite plans. I’m sure that Erin wouldn’t mind if I couldn’t hang out.”
“Is that Red’s name?”
“Red? Oh, yeah. The hair right? Oh, and my name’s Melany. What’s yours again? I don’t think I caught it.”
They both laughed until she tucked her hair behind her ear. He stopped laughing right away.
“So, where would you like to go for dinner? I mean, if you think you could go.”
“Well, like I said, I didn’t have serious plans with Erin so if you wa—“
“She could come too! Ummm… Geno loves to hang out so it could be the four of us.”
“I’d need to make sure she’s ok with it.”
The door opened and Erin popped her head in. “Ok with what?”
I hope that the meeting flowed. And I know that the reason behind it was a little far-fetched* But it is fiction* And I thought it was a unique way for it to happen* Let me know what you think guys!