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In mere hours wedding festivities would begin, and CiCi was frantically trying to finish up at the gallery. She was excited that Maria and Derrick chose the gallery as a reception hall, but was nervous that things wouldn't be perfect.

It wasn't until almost 4 did she glance at her phone and saw the missed calls from Sidney. She quickly grabbed her bags, and clicked to listen to the messages he left for her as she headed for the door. They needed to be at the church by 5:45 and she wanted to shower quickly before they left.

Sid's messages had been cryptic and almost bored sounding when she listened. She knew he'd be itching to do something during the long weekend without a practice scheduled until Saturday morning. Instead of calling him back, she hustled back to their place in record time.

When she walked through the door, she was greeted by a very excited man. Sid didn't even give her a chance to place her things down when he swept her up in his arms and had her body pressed up against him. His lips danced across hers eagerly.

"Sid, I have to get ready," CiCi groaned as his lips traveled down to her neck.

"I'm captain," he said as he continued his pleasant assault on her skin.

"I know I don't know much about hockey, but I knew that."

Sid chuckled and stepped back keeping CiCi at arm's length. A large grin danced across his lips.

"No, for Team Canada!" He exclaimed with an excited laugh. It took a moment for what he said register with her. When she realized what he meant, she squealed and jumped up into his arms.

"Oh babe this is so exciting! But did you honestly think you wouldn't get it?" She asked as he continued holding her.

"I didn't know what to think. I was just happy I got on the team."

"You're so modest babe. Come on, I'll reward you in the shower."

"Mm, I like the sounds of that!"

******

"It's not fair," Sidney whispered as he snuck his arms around CiCi from behind. The first dance had just begun and CiCi was standing at the edge of the dance floor watching as two of her closest friends twirled around to the sweet sounds of Frank Sinatra.

"Mm, what isn't fair?" CiCi whispered back. She leaned back against Sid's solid chest and felt his grip tighten.

"You aren't supposed to look more beautiful than the bride," he explained. CiCi felt a blush flurry across her cheeks. "I really wish we could sneak away right now. But it's still too soon, huh?"

CiCi just nodded and felt herself swaying slowly with Sid as his lips were dangerously close to her ear. She didn't need to respond, Sid understood. The night was young and there was still several things left to happen.

"How easy will this thing come off?" Sid asked as seductively as he could muster.

"I'm not sure, but I'm not opposed to you ripping it off me. What's gotten into you?" She asked with an amused look on her face. She wouldn't complain. She would take him anyway she could have him at this point in the season. And when long road trips keep them apart for days on end, the moment he gets home she just wants to pounce.

"You're gorgeous." It was that simple. She turned around to face him and threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh, Sid," CiCi felt her voice catch in her throat. He leaned down and pushed his forehead against hers, kissed the tip of her nose and hugged her. "This is the longest song of my life!"

Sid laughed and pulled away slightly, "The bridal party dance is about to start. I'm going to go sit with your parents so you'll know where to find me later."

"Got it," CiCi said and she turned to find Julia standing to her right.

Sidney found an empty seat next to Diane and sat down quickly without getting stopped by someone. She smiled a familiar smile at Sid as he settled in his seat and resumed talking with a friend sitting across from her.

"Michelle, have you met Cesira's boyfriend yet?"

"I have not!" The woman piped up as Sidney leaned across the table with and outstretched hand.

"Hi, I'm Sid," he stated simply as she accepted his hand as form of introduction.

"Pleasure to meet the man that has CiCi smiling from ear to ear every time I see her now!" Sid blushed at the comment, and smiled out of embarrassment.

"They live in this brilliant loft apartment in Market Square," Diane started.

"We are actually looking into moving into the Sewickley house this summer." Sid interjected. For some reason he felt he needed to say that.

"Oh? How will that happen if she gets the fellowship and is in France all summer?" Michelle asked. Diane turned to see how Sidney would respond, but Sid didn't right away. France? What is this woman talking about?

"Oh, we would wait until I'm finished with training and am back in Pittsburgh. Plus, the house is furnished enough. And I'd get a moving company," Sid caught himself from revealing that he knew absolutely nothing about a fellowship. How long was this common knowledge? And why hadn't CiCi told him about it? Was she afraid?

He didn't get a chance to ponder this any more because CiCi came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "Hi!"

"Hey baby," Sid grinned. She moved around to sit in his lap and greeted her mother and the other woman at their table.

"What's going on here?"

"Sidney was just telling us how you two have a pretty busy summer, with his training and your fellowship. And that you two are moving," Michelle explained. Sidney felt CiCi physically tense on his lap.

"Oh, yeah. It's going to be action packed. Although, uh, I don't actually have the fellowship. Yet. I mean, I have to interview in person for it."

"She is amazing, I have no doubt she won't get it," Sid piped in. CiCi turned to look at Sid and saw a tight smile on his face. She could tell he was upset, but was playing along making the others believe he knew all along. She mouthed an apology and winced at him, but he wouldn't focus on her. He gently pushed her up so he could stand and excused himself to the restroom.

CiCi watched him move through the crowded dance floor, stopping here and there to speak to someone who recognized him. After he was out of view she turned to her mother.

"Sid didn't know about the fellowship."

"What? Why haven't you told him?"

"Because the interview is during the Olympics. And he paid for me to go with him. I'm not going to miss it. This is a huge opportunity for him."

"But this is a huge opportunity for you too sweetie. Please don't get like this."

"Get like what?"

"Completely dependent on a guy. You were like that with Mark and look where that led you." CiCi was taken aback by her mother and rather than getting angry and saying something she could regret, she got up and left without another word.

CiCi skirted around the dance floor and towards the doors into the long hallway that lead to the back offices in the gallery. She hoped he hadn't rushed home, as they were mere blocks from their apartment. But as she turned the corner towards the public restrooms, she found him leaning against the wall.

"Hey," CiCi said softly.

"What's going on Ci?" She knew he didn't mean that as a way of greeting. Instead, as a means of asking her what she wasn't saying.

"I didn't tell you about the fellowship because the interview is in New York on February 12th through the 14th. And I'll be in Russia then and you start playing that weekend and I want to be there for you. And I forgot I even applied for the fellowship. I did it way back when we very first met and I didn't know we'd go beyond the summer and fall in love and I love you. So, so much. And I'm so sorry."

"The medal race doesn't actually start until the following week, so in reality you could go. To the interview. I mean."

"Oh Sid, no. I am over the idea of it. I only mentioned it to my mom as a way of making small talk. Never did I dream that she would tell people that I got it!"

Sidney said nothing more. Instead he reached for CiCi and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin on top of her curled hair and let his eyes drift close. "I don't want to hold you back from some sort of opportunity you have."

"You aren't! I did it because I wasn't feeling inspired. But you have seen what I've been producing lately. I could open a gallery of my own now."

"Why France CiCi? You couldn't find one in the states?"

CiCi thought they were done with the conversation, but was mistaken. "I wasn't going to do it Sid. I just said that."

"It's like you want to run away."

"When I applied for it I did! But I don't anymore. I want to be here. Or wherever you're at. I'm sorry."

"I'm just worried that I am keeping you from something that could be big for you."

Sid looked at CiCi when he said this and noticed the little smirk appearing on her face, "You are keeping me from something that is big for me."

"Oh babe," Sid laughed. He of course got her innuendo.

"Of all the times you've been here you don't know the code to get to the back offices?" She asked with a husky voice as she nodded towards the door separating the business aspect of the gallery from the hall itself. Sid just nodded, his voice lost as CiCi took his hand and tugged him through the door towards her private office.

"Ci, what are you doing?" Sid asked as she pressed him up against the wall opposite the door and began attacking his jaw with kisses. Her hands were at his belt working smoothly to release his now straining cock from it's confines. It wasn't until she had him in her hands did she speak.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet," she whispered. She brushed a quick peck on his lips and knelt down in front of him. "Now, this is what I'm talking about."

"We're gonna get caught!" Sidney hissed through his teeth.

"How could we? I'm the only one here who has access to this part of the building. And you didn't seem to care last June, did you?"

Sid considered that a good point and he feels her tongue swirl across the tip of his cock. Sid hisses through his teeth and claws at the wall supporting him.

Sid's cock hardens between her lips as CiCi moans, bobbing up and down. He feels his knees starting to give way and he braces himself even further against the wall while he looks down. He nearly dies. CiCi is sucking his dick in her office. And she wasn't letting up nor did she seem to care. Her tongue slides around his shaft, and she reaches up and strokes his balls gently.

"Fuck, that's good!" Sid sighed, resting his back against the wall. CiCi can't fit his whole dick in her mouth, but she tries, sucking slowly to try and make up for it. Eventually Sid's hands lift to her head to keep her on him and she moans louder. He bucked his hips and CiCi pulled away with a pop. "Sorry," he croaked, "You should probably stop, though." CiCi wiped her chin as he stood up straight and reached for her hand to help her stand. "You're not going to leave," Sid said as CiCi's hands continued to tug on his cock. "Are you?"

"I hardly think that now is the time to be talking about that," she said.

"Mm," he leaned down and worked his way down her throat. Sid reached the front of her dress and pulled her breasts out to suck on one of her nipples, stimulating the other one with his hand. "I want to be sure that you aren't leaving me." Her chest rose and fell rapidly as his teeth grazed her nipple. She let out a sigh and arched into him. Sid switched his mouth, rubbing her other tit roughly.

"Sid," she gripped his hair, her eyes slightly closed.

"I can't bare the thought," he said.

"I'll never leave you," she said breathily. Sid nosed his way between her breasts and kissed down her covered stomach. He pushed the skirt of her dress up while running his hands up her smooth legs. "I want you," she whispered. Sid kissed from her knee to her inner thigh, removing her underwear as he did so. CiCi shuddered when she felt his breath on her slit, his fingers tracing it.

"How long would you be gone?" He breathes.

In the haze in her mind she heard his question and answered, "6 months." Sid kissed the inside of her thighs and her hips spin. "Don't tease me..." she whines. He chuckled and she felt it deep inside. Sid licked the juices that were already flowing and listened to her mew. "Yes." She reached up and grabbed her breasts, Sid nearly did a double take before he slid a finger into her wet cunt. "Oh!"

"You like that?" he breathed.

"Yes, yes," CiCi panted. His finger curled inside of her as he licked her pussy, careful not to be too rough. "Sid," she cried. Hearing her call his name like that caused his heart to stutter, and hearing it dissolve into a moan, "Oh, God, yes, oh," was even better.

The sensation was too much for her, CiCi's body started to shake and her legs clenched around his head. Sid continued to lick her as she came, tasting CiCi with all he got. She came harder than she ever had, her back arching and her legs quivering. She called his name and he groaned into her cunt. While her orgasm subsided, Sid kissed up her thigh again, up her stomach covered with her dress. She was pressed up against the wall panting when she felt the tip of his cock graze her entrance.

"Yes," she forced out. "Sid, yes. I want it." He spun her away from the wall, bent her over her own desk, and complied to the new position and spread herself open for him. "Fuck me," she added.

He leaned over her and kissed the side of her ear. "Got it." Sid eased into her warmth and let out a short breath, listening as CiCi did the same. He slid his hands up her thighs to her waist as he moved into her slowly. She whimpered softly as one of his hands grips her hip tightly and the other brushes across her bare ass cheek. "Ci?"

"Mm..."

Sid laughed airily, "you okay?"

"Mm-hm," she nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she turned and rested her cheek against the cool desk top. She arched slightly when Sid started to move. "Sid." He thrusting is slow but he was filling her incredibly. "Oh, God."

"You feel so good," Sid whispered. "Fuck, Ci!" She gripped the sides of her desk as the force of his thrusts started to pick up. He thrusted steadily. She moaned into the desk and shifted her hips in his direction.

"Get me out of the dress," CiCi ordered and Sid quickly unzipped the back. She stood upright and felt Sid slip out of her. She let the dress crumble to the floor and turned to see Sid standing in front of her with his pants around his ankles, panting from the movement. "Sit on the chair."

Sid quickly obliged and kicked off his shoes to lose the pants with her dress. "I want on top," she explained. His eyebrows shot up his forehead when he noticed she wasn't planning on facing him while she rode him. Sid pumped his cock a few times while she positioned her dripping wet pussy over him and guided her hips down onto his dick.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sid moaned as he watched her tight ass envelope his solid cock. Sid's fingers dug into CiCi's hips, his head dropped backward against the headrest. "You are going to be the death of me Barsi. I felt it the first time I fucked you. And I still feel it."

"Mm," she moaned and she sunk down on him again rotating her hips as she did so.

He pushed himself up as she moved down, their panting breath filled the air. "Fuck, why couldn't you have told me this before -- then I wouldn't be so pissed right now." They thrust together and CiCi gasped at the force of his thrust. "Fucking..."

"You talk a lot," she forced out.

Sid chuckled again, his hands pulled her bare back against his clothes torso. He bit on her shoulder, "I'll stop."

"Mm. Say my name."

He licked across the punctured skin and bruises her hips. "Cesira," he whispered sliding his nose across her neck. "Cesira Barsi, so goddamn beautiful." She sighed and tightened her legs against his. "What do you want? Do you want to go to France? I'll go with you. I'll do anything."

She thought for a moment while rocking on his dick before she whispered, "harder."

"Fuck, you really are going to kill me." Sid thrust upwards and she cried out, reaching for his hands on her hips and sliding them up to her erect nipples. Sid pounded into her and she leaned her head back onto his shoulder.

"Oh, Sidney!" She felt him inside her, hard and thick, stretching her out. "Yes!" His hips slammed into hers and she bounced back, meeting him in his thrusts. "Yes! Yes! Oh--!" Sid's mind was filled with CiCi. Nothing filled the room except the smell of sex and their grunts and gasps. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. "I'm gonna, oh God, I'm--"

CiCi's pussy tightened around his cock and her juices began to flow. Her heeled feet hold firm to the ground, and Sid continued to pound into her through her orgasm, leaving her crying out his name. She trembled on top of him, and slowed down as her climax fell back. Sid kissed along her exposed skin as she slowly rocked her hips back in time with his slower thrusts.

"CiCi," he pulled away. "I'm gonna..." it was too much for him, to feel her walls squeezing his cock. "I'm..." She nodded wordlessly and they met in a few more sloppy thrusts. "CiCi," he cried into her neck as he came. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

They stayed tangled together savoring each other when his orgasm was over. Their warm bodies pressed against one another on the chair. Finally, she sat up and twisted in his lap, and grabbed his face tilting it toward her. Sid kissed her gently as he pulled his cock from her, lifting both her legs up to rest across his lap. He deepened the kiss, smiling when another needful noise came from her throat.

Sid pulled away and gripped her bare legs close so she wouldn't fall off his lap. "That was..." He started as she burrowed her face against his shoulder. "Unexpected."

"Not the word I would have chosen," CiCi admitted as a smile spread across her face. "I have wanted you to fuck me in here since the first time you stepped through those doors to visit me."

"Really? You've thought about us fucking in here?"

"More than you would know," she nodded. CiCi bit down on her bottom lip. "I've been waiting for this night because I knew we would be able to pull it off without getting caught."

"Christ Barsi," Sid moaned his head falling back against the chair.

"You're still mad," CiCi stated as she sat up. Sid tightened his hold on her.

"What makes you think that?" He asked.

"You're calling me by my last name."

"Yeah, well. I'll get over it."

"I hope so." And to show her that he is forgiving her, he pressed another kiss to her lips. And as they kissed slow and sweet, he brushed his fingers across her cheek as his tongue searched for her mouth. While they savored each other they knew they would be okay.

Notes

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