Monday, September 7, 2009

77: Something to Prove

I met up with V, Kelsey, and Heather in the lounge after the win, the celebratory ambiance of the room was overwhelming. They all looked as relieved as I did, especially V and Heather, whose boyfriends were also worried about the Olympics. Things would get better after Christmas, when the guys would know if they had made the grade.

We all hugged, and I was swept up in the moment. All my troubles were gone; they had melted away in the heat of our excitement for the boys. We waited impatiently for them to join us, but things were crazy with their first win in a while, so it took longer than usual for them to finish with interviews, shower, and change.

When Sid came out, he was obviously elated. He did a little two step, singing lyrics to "Say Hey," which he sang to me all the time. "Rocking in the dance hall moving with you. Dancing in the night in the middle of June. My momma told me don’t lose you. Cause the best luck I had was you." He grabbed my hands and pulled me into his frame, dragging me away from the chair I had been sitting in.

"You're a goofball," I told him, grinning up at him like a fool. I couldn't remember the last time he had acted spontaneously like this. Between the stress and grind of the season and my own personal struggles, we hadn't done anything fun in weeks.

"You like it," he said with a wink, twirling me around and pulling me back against him. "Wanna go grab something to eat? I'm starving."

I shrugged. "I guess. You don't want to go out with the guys?"

"Nah. I figured you wouldn't be up for it, and I'd rather quietly savor this small victory. One win isn't indicative of a change. I'm happy about it, don't get me wrong, but I'll rest assured when we win the next game, too."

"Okay. Let me grab my things." He let go of my waist and my hand, and I walked back to the chair I had previously been occupying for my purse. Geno was there, waiting for me with my bag in his outstretched hand.

"We need talk."

"We need to talk," I said, automatically correcting him as I accepted my purse from him. Sidney instantly appeared beside me and wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulders and led me away. I glanced over my shoulder at Geno, who was now behind us, and he had a look on his face—a look I couldn't place.

"Don't look back at him," Sid growled, low enough that only I could hear him. His good mood vanished, and mine was starting to, too.

I opened my mouth to yell at him, to tell him that he couldn't boss me around, but I snapped it shut and kept my comments to myself. Even though Sid shouldn't be barking orders at me, I knew I shouldn't be encouraging Geno either. That I shouldn't be looking at him. Still, I didn't like the idea of Sidney being mad at Evgeni, so I said it anyway. "What's the problem?"

"I don't care what you say about what I walked in on. I know how he is around girls. I don't trust him." Here it was, coming out in the open. This is what he had been afraid to say earlier in the day.

"You don't trust him, or you don't trust me?" I asked earnestly. He could tell by the tone of my voice that I was serious, and he stopped our walk through the hallway and turned to look at me. "Honestly, Sid, I don't get what you're upset about. Even if you had a legitimate reason to worry about Geno, you have nothing to worry about with me. I'd never do something like that to you."

"So you're telling me that I didn't walk in on something I shouldn't have?"

"Yes. I mean, no! You worded that funny," I said with a laugh, trying to ease the tension. "I'm telling you that you're making something out of nothing." I hoped that I was right. I hoped I could convince myself of that.

That answer seemed to satisfy him, for now. We left the arena and headed out to the same 24-hour diner we had stopped at after one of the home preseason games. Sidney ordered some ridiculous amount of food, but when the waiter turned to me, I asked for only a decaf coffee and an oatmeal raisin cookie.

"That's all? You're not hungry?"

I shrugged. "Not really." As the server walked away, I regretted my decision and wanted the peanut butter cookie instead. Oh well. Raisins are good for you.

"Nelly, you've hardly eaten in the past two days. I'm worried about you."

"Sorry, but when I'm stressed out, I don't have much of an appetite. And I've had a lot on my plate lately." I snorted at my unintentional pun. Plate. Food. Ha.

"It's not funny."

"I thought it was."

He smirked at my attitude and my lighthearted banter. I didn't want to get serious. "Okay, you're so witty, I get it. But really, Nelly, I am worried about you. I know things have been bad for you lately, but I just want to make sure that you're taking care of yourself."

I smiled at him. "That's why I have you. Because you do such a good job of taking care of me."

Sidney reached over the table and took my hand. He didn't say anything else; instead, he just massaged my knuckles. I let out a sigh and tried to enjoy this moment, right now. Things change so quickly that I wanted to take this memory and keep it in a jar, like a firefly. So I could keep it for when I wanted it, when I needed it.

Our waiter brought our food, and I nibbled at my cookie as Sid inhaled his greasy cheeseburger and fries. It was surprising how he could eat, but I guess he expended a lot of energy on the ice. I drank my coffee and got the server to refill my mug, but I ate about half of the cookie. Sid raised his eyebrows at me, so I wrapped it in a napkin and shoved it in my bag. "I'll eat it later."

We began to pass the rest of the night in silence. Sidney was worried about me and didn't want to talk about anything else, and I wanted to talk about anything but. He finished his meal and we headed back to Sid's house. Even though I made to sure to order decaf, and I was wired and unable to sleep.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said, sliding out of his jacket. "What do you have in mind?"

"I Love You, Man," I told him with a smile. I loved that movie, and while Sidney thought it was funny, he didn't quite understand my fascination with it. Especially when I called him Fife.

"Whatever," he said with an eye roll, but he wasn't going to turn me down. Not when I was smiling. Not after the horrible weekend I'd had.

I pulled the movie from the media console and loaded it into the DVD player. My phone beeped, and I pulled it from my pocket to see a text from Geno. We need talk. I shook my head and set my phone on the floor. I couldn't deal with him now, not with Sid here.

"Who was that?" he asked nonchalantly.

"No one," I dismissed. But of course, Sidney didn't believe me. I didn't know if this was another case of how he could see through me, or if he was being suspicious. He grabbed my phone before I could react and keep it from him. Stupid good reflexes.

"Why does Geno want to talk to you?" He was angry again.

"I don't know. Probably because he wants to make sure everything's okay because you're freaking out." I reached my hand out so he would give me phone back. Instead, Sid's thumbs began to fly over the numbers. "What are you doing?"

"I'm telling him that you guys have nothing to talk about."

"Sidney!" I yelled. "What is your problem? You're overreacting!"

His eyes flashed. "Am I?"

I felt the anger boil up within me as I kept screaming at him. "Yes! I told you! There's nothing going on! I'm your girlfriend, Sid. And even if I didn't want to be with you, then I wouldn't be here. I don't have anything to prove to you."

He looked at my phone in his hand and then at me. Regardless of what was going on with Evgeni, which I would have to figure out soon, Sid never should have imagined that I would cheat on him at all, especially with one of the boys. I was so furious with him, and I wanted to just reach out and hit him. As If I weren't going through enough already, he had to make things worse by... making things worse. I was so mad at him that I couldn't think straight.

He threw my phone on the couch and grabbed my face between his hands, crushing my lips with his. He kissed me until I felt like my lips were bruising and I almost forgot I was mad at him.

"You're mine," he finally said, breaking away.

I was weak at the knees and holding onto him for support. Sid turned me into mush. "What do you think I've been trying to tell you?" He leaned in for another kiss, but I stopped him. "You don't ever do that again. You don't get to act that way toward me."

"I'm not jealous," he explained. "But I don't like the idea of anyone trying to come between us. Not again. You are mine," he repeated, kissing me again and not taking "no" for an answer. The heat emanating from his body caused me to mold to his body as he pulled me against him, feeling his anticipation
rise—and feeling something else rise, too. Sidney directed me upstairs as he took charge of our entertainment for the night.

He stripped me out of my jersey, and I reached for the buckle on his pants. Then he batted my hands away. "No. Tonight, I'm proving to you why I'm the best thing that ever happened to you."

Sid sure lived up to this words. He took his time undressing me, kissing every inch of bare flesh before separating my knees and placing his face between my legs. I grabbed onto the fitted sheet on the mattress, pulling it up and ruining his crisply made bed. Without anything else to hold onto, I put one hand in his hair, giving it a slight tug as my body tensed.

He was in complete control, setting the pace and making me follow, depriving himself of his own pleasure to ensure that tonight was more than my body could handle. Like he knew exactly how I would react, he moved with me, anticipated my movement and moved with me, never giving me a break. Soon, the lightest of his touches were enough to make my body quake.

I thought he was finished, but he didn't move from his position and I felt myself responding to his touch again. My body was turning against me, exhausted but always wanting more. My body was limp beneath his, and I was gasping for air. "Sidney..." I started, not sure what to say.

"The night's only beginning," he told me, kissing up my stomach. "Only beginning."


  1. Angry Sid, rawr. haha

    Poor Geno. You all know how I adore him.. Hopefully he's just being misunderstood. :-)

  2. Oh dear lord! Take-Charge Sid is HOT!!!

    And, today of all days has been me thinking of doing dirty things with him while I was watching a marathon of NCIS... I think I shall go take a cold shower now thanks to you and my over-active imagination... HAHA

    And I can't wait to see what happens tomorrow*

  3. umm, yeah, HELLO ANGRY TAKE ACTION SID!! Very hott. Wow. That's what you call a panty changer.

    So I'm still very, very curious about this Geno thing. Can't wait till tomorrow!

  4. Take charge Sid is very very hot!!!! Great update! Can't wait to see what the deal is with Geno!

  5. I have to agree with everyone else, which is shocking I know, but take charge Sid is awesomely hot!

  6. Wow! The last part made my cheeks turn red.

  7. Wow... Jealous and angry Sid is like.... Wow... Yumm...

    Poor Geno. They do need to talk. And she needs to tell Mario yes.

  8. Awh! Im glad they are okay...but but but what about Geno? Maybe he just needs a friend to help him through his break up with the Ox

  9. Wow! Angry Sid = Sexy Sid hahaha.

    Love this update, Jay. I really cant wait to see what Geno says to her when they finally do talk!

  10. God. That chapter was just so many different things. I don't like how jealous he was acting or the fact that he kept saying "you're mine" because that's annoyingly possessive BUT, this part "No. Tonight, I'm proving to you why I'm the best thing that ever happened to you." was super hot.

    I even feel overheated right now. but seriously, Geno needs to back off before Sid loses it.

  11. Totally hot chapter, my computer keys are still steaming.....but from a hockey point of view, the Sid/Geno thing could be very interesting indeed! Two big hockey stars, teammates, butting heads over a woman? Could make the ice melt with their heated emotions.....