Breaking the Ice
Vingt-et-un
My heart sank as the door shut behind her. I sat on the end of my bed and put my face in my hands. I took a deep breath and forced the tears to stay in their ducts. One moment we were planning on rekindling our passion from earlier in the day, and the next we were broken up. I laid back on the bed and the tears started flowing. My throat was dry and my breath caught in my throat. What the fuck just happened? I stood immediately and started pacing around the room. I admit. I was mad. I hated her. I hated her for doing this the night before a big game. I hated her for doing this at all.
All my life I’ve had to be so subdued. “Don’t show too much emotion, Sidney.” I could hear my dad say. “You can’t let your emotions get the best of you.” My mom would whisper in my ear. I was fucking sick of it. I hadn’t been this angry since the loss to the Flyers in the playoffs last season. I punched the wall as hard as I could, putting a substantial dent in it. I was in a red haze. Stepping backwards I bit my lip, hoping Duper hadn’t heard the loud boom. I’d pay the hotel whatever they wanted. It didn’t matter. I paced a bit more running my fingers through my hair before stripping and lying on the bed. I hugged a pillow and drifted angrily into sleep.
“He didn’t do anything to me, Duper.” I said, my heart racing and stripping down. I threw my black dress on my bed and changed into a black 412 shirt and hot pink workout capris. I slipped on my nikes and headed towards the door but Duper was in my way.
“What?” I asked facing him.
“Well I just saw you butt naked, but let’s not tell anyone about that,” he chuckled. “but I know that something’s wrong. I know you guys are together. What happened?”
“We aren’t together…..anymore. Can I head to morning skate now?” I said snarkily, crossing my arms.
“I’ll send Dan a text saying we’re going to be late.”
“Why would we be late?”
“Sit down.” He said calmly closing in on me.
“Duper I am not a child and I am not your child. I am fine. I will be at morning skate on time.” I said trying to get by him. He gently pushed my by my shoulders until I was sitting on the bed. He kneeled down in front of me and held my hands.
“Mel. You and Sidney are good together. What did he do? “ He said squeezing my hands in his.
“How do you know we broke up? And how do you know I broke up with him?”
“He’d never break up with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. At breakfast today he looked like a lost puppy. You always sit across and one seat to the left of him. Nobody sat in your usual seat and he kept staring over there. He’d smile at Flower’s jokes and look over at the empty seat, then realize you weren’t there and just get this…..defeated look on his face. I’ve never seen him smile as much as when he’s around you. Believe it or not, he needs you. He literally texts me about all the cute shit you do like every 10 minutes. What did he do and how can he fix it? “
“He didn’t do anything.” I said with my head in my hands.
“Then what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked pulling my hands away from my face.
“It’s you guys, the guys. I don’t want them to think less of me. I told Beau and he just looked at me like I was scum. We can never be honest about this. The media is going to fucking burn me at the steak. I can see the headlines now ‘The Crosby puck bunny who learned to skate.’” I said drawing my hands across the air.
“You know exactly what Sid would say right now.” He sighed.
“Those who mind don’t matter blah blah blah, but saying that doesn’t help. They may as well crucify me now. It’s not just the media, you guys are going to think I’m a-“
“You bust your ass out there like the rest of us. You’ve had more fights this season than Engo. We have no right to think any less of you. Maybe Beau was just surprised. They’ll all be. You have my full support. If media gives you a hard time you know Dan and Ray won’t stand for that. Who cares what those little girls on the internet think. They’re just jealous. Sid’s not an ugly guy, but he’s the one that’s lucky. Shit, why weren’t you born about 10 years earlier and in Laval.” He laughed, making me laugh and cry at the same time. He grabbed my shoulders and stood me up before pulling me into a tight hug.
“You are so amazing and I think we forget that sometimes. You’re what, 5’6”, 130? And taking hits from guys twice your size every night, without fear? Beau can suck it. Everyone can. You have earned the right to do whatever the fuck you want, date whoever the fuck you want. You deserve to be happy Mel.” He said looking me in the eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered,
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Let’s head out eh? I’ll talk to Sid later.” He said putting an arm around my shoulders. The bus had already left us and Pascal quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the lobby. He hailed a cab and had them rush us to the practice arena. Duper had his arm around me in the back seat of the cab and looked at me smiling.
“Thank you Duper.” I smiled back, resting against his shoulder.
“A tout moment, ma petite chou chou.” He chimed.
“I am not your little cabbage!” I said punching his leg.
“We’re here, cabbage” he said paying the driver and heading out of the car.
To say that practice was awkward was an understatement. Mel walked in beaming with Duper. As much as I knew he’d cheered her up, but I was so jealous. She was fucking glowing and apparently it was something I couldn’t do.
She gave me a small, genuine smile and we skated like it was just a normal day. Dan didn’t push us too hard, but I could see Mel was giving it her all. By the time skate was over she looked like she’d just ran a marathon. I wanted to know what was going on, but I needed to focus.
“You sure were working it out there today. ” Joe Vitale said sitting next to me on the way back to the hotel.
“I just wanted to push myself a little more. I’ve been a little frustrated lately.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder in exhaustion.
“Oh, what about?” he asked leaning his head on top of mine.
“Just my play, it feels like I can’t keep the puck. I’ve just got to be faster.”
He chuckled, and looked down at me.
“You’re something you know that?” he said. I just smiled and leaned against him on the way back to the hotel. When we got back there were tons of cameras and fans dying to catch us right before our pregame meal. I scarfed down my usual spaghetti and meatballs and headed to my room quietly.
“Mel, wait up” I heard Joey V calling, jogging down the hall.
“What’s up?” I asked turning to face him.
“I have an idea if you’re still frustrated.” He said looking down his hands.
“What are you gonna do, force me to do yoga?” I joked punching his arm.
“Nope, come on” he smiled, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his room.
“What’s this big secret?” I asked standing in front of the door with my arms crossed.
“Lay down on your tummy. I used to want to be a massage therapist.” He said cracking his knuckles.
“You better not break my back or something.” I said reluctantly laying face down in his bed.
“What makes you think I’d do that?” he asked as his hands went to work. He worked out all the tension in my shoulders before moving to my neck and lower back.
“Holy shit…” I mumbled beginning to feel like jello. His hands explored and worked tension out of muscles I didn’t even know I had. After about 20 minutes of the most amazing massage I rolled on my side to face him.
“Wow Joe, that was…awesome” I said standing. He smiled softly.
We were standing pretty close together and our eyes locked when he snuck a quick glance down at my lips. He leaned down to me and kissed me softly and I moaned at the softness of his lips. I tilted my head to the side and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His sweet tongue intertwined with mine and he placed his hands on my waist and steered me to the edge of the bed. I sat as he quickly shed his dress shirt. He placed both hands on the side of my face and pressed his lips into mine with his whole soul. Breaking the kiss for just a moment he pulled my top off and unclasped my bra.
He let in a small gasp after seeing my breasts, completely bare. He reached a hand up and cupped one, while moaning softly into my mouth. I worked on his belt and pants only to find him rock hard, taut against his boxers. He stepped out of his pants, shoes, ans socks and dropped to his knees. He pulled my skirt out from underneath me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He softly pushed me so I was laying back, with my butt off the bed. He kissed from behind my knees to my inner thighs, letting his hot breath graze over my mound. He pushed my black lace thong to the side and slid a finger through my slit. I gasped and leaned up looking at him. He kissed my folds before lapping up like he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He twirled his tongue around my clit and gently pushed a single finger inside me. He explored my depths withs his digit before sliding a second one in. He kissed my inner thigh again whispering something, but I had no idea what. It didn’t even matter. He found THE spot and tapped gently, making a come hither motion with his fingers. My back arched off the bed when he did it again, this time while sliding a spit- slicked thumb over my clit.
“Fuck….” I cried out, writhing beneath his hands. He caressed my side and hip with his free hand before circling my clit with his tongue. It was like a shark circling its target. He began to lick more rapidly and more concentrated. Focusing on my most sensitive spot his pace was intense and I was right on the edge.
“Joe….” I whined, feeling my legs tense. I saw nothing when I came. I felt his soft hands rubbing gently up and down my thighs. When I caught my breath I leaned up to kiss him. I could taste myself on his lips and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him.
“Mmm…you need a nap, maybe now you wont be so frustrated.” He said glowing.
“But-“ I began, he put his index finger on my lips.
“Don’t worry about it. Get to bed.” He said tossing my clothes my way. I dressed quickly and gave him a soft smile on my way to my room. When I settled into bed I started thinking about what had just happened. I was so confused about everything in my life I wasn’t able to sleep a wink.
Mel played awfully. I knew Dan would have to talk to her, but I needed her first. She’d be upset about the loss, especially her turnover that led to the game winning goal with :28 left to go in the game. I didn’t want to talk about hockey though. I knew it was the wrong time so when I knocked on her door I had no intention of bringing it up.
After knocking three times I took a step back, holding my breath. I head her pad to the door then stop. The handle turned slowly and she stepped back, letting me in.
“Hey” I said, closing the door behind me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
“I don’t wanna talk, Sid.” She said quietly.
“I know. I didn’t come here to talk.”
All my life I’ve had to be so subdued. “Don’t show too much emotion, Sidney.” I could hear my dad say. “You can’t let your emotions get the best of you.” My mom would whisper in my ear. I was fucking sick of it. I hadn’t been this angry since the loss to the Flyers in the playoffs last season. I punched the wall as hard as I could, putting a substantial dent in it. I was in a red haze. Stepping backwards I bit my lip, hoping Duper hadn’t heard the loud boom. I’d pay the hotel whatever they wanted. It didn’t matter. I paced a bit more running my fingers through my hair before stripping and lying on the bed. I hugged a pillow and drifted angrily into sleep.
“He didn’t do anything to me, Duper.” I said, my heart racing and stripping down. I threw my black dress on my bed and changed into a black 412 shirt and hot pink workout capris. I slipped on my nikes and headed towards the door but Duper was in my way.
“What?” I asked facing him.
“Well I just saw you butt naked, but let’s not tell anyone about that,” he chuckled. “but I know that something’s wrong. I know you guys are together. What happened?”
“We aren’t together…..anymore. Can I head to morning skate now?” I said snarkily, crossing my arms.
“I’ll send Dan a text saying we’re going to be late.”
“Why would we be late?”
“Sit down.” He said calmly closing in on me.
“Duper I am not a child and I am not your child. I am fine. I will be at morning skate on time.” I said trying to get by him. He gently pushed my by my shoulders until I was sitting on the bed. He kneeled down in front of me and held my hands.
“Mel. You and Sidney are good together. What did he do? “ He said squeezing my hands in his.
“How do you know we broke up? And how do you know I broke up with him?”
“He’d never break up with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. At breakfast today he looked like a lost puppy. You always sit across and one seat to the left of him. Nobody sat in your usual seat and he kept staring over there. He’d smile at Flower’s jokes and look over at the empty seat, then realize you weren’t there and just get this…..defeated look on his face. I’ve never seen him smile as much as when he’s around you. Believe it or not, he needs you. He literally texts me about all the cute shit you do like every 10 minutes. What did he do and how can he fix it? “
“He didn’t do anything.” I said with my head in my hands.
“Then what’s wrong sweetheart?” He asked pulling my hands away from my face.
“It’s you guys, the guys. I don’t want them to think less of me. I told Beau and he just looked at me like I was scum. We can never be honest about this. The media is going to fucking burn me at the steak. I can see the headlines now ‘The Crosby puck bunny who learned to skate.’” I said drawing my hands across the air.
“You know exactly what Sid would say right now.” He sighed.
“Those who mind don’t matter blah blah blah, but saying that doesn’t help. They may as well crucify me now. It’s not just the media, you guys are going to think I’m a-“
“You bust your ass out there like the rest of us. You’ve had more fights this season than Engo. We have no right to think any less of you. Maybe Beau was just surprised. They’ll all be. You have my full support. If media gives you a hard time you know Dan and Ray won’t stand for that. Who cares what those little girls on the internet think. They’re just jealous. Sid’s not an ugly guy, but he’s the one that’s lucky. Shit, why weren’t you born about 10 years earlier and in Laval.” He laughed, making me laugh and cry at the same time. He grabbed my shoulders and stood me up before pulling me into a tight hug.
“You are so amazing and I think we forget that sometimes. You’re what, 5’6”, 130? And taking hits from guys twice your size every night, without fear? Beau can suck it. Everyone can. You have earned the right to do whatever the fuck you want, date whoever the fuck you want. You deserve to be happy Mel.” He said looking me in the eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and whispered,
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Let’s head out eh? I’ll talk to Sid later.” He said putting an arm around my shoulders. The bus had already left us and Pascal quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the lobby. He hailed a cab and had them rush us to the practice arena. Duper had his arm around me in the back seat of the cab and looked at me smiling.
“Thank you Duper.” I smiled back, resting against his shoulder.
“A tout moment, ma petite chou chou.” He chimed.
“I am not your little cabbage!” I said punching his leg.
“We’re here, cabbage” he said paying the driver and heading out of the car.
To say that practice was awkward was an understatement. Mel walked in beaming with Duper. As much as I knew he’d cheered her up, but I was so jealous. She was fucking glowing and apparently it was something I couldn’t do.
She gave me a small, genuine smile and we skated like it was just a normal day. Dan didn’t push us too hard, but I could see Mel was giving it her all. By the time skate was over she looked like she’d just ran a marathon. I wanted to know what was going on, but I needed to focus.
“You sure were working it out there today. ” Joe Vitale said sitting next to me on the way back to the hotel.
“I just wanted to push myself a little more. I’ve been a little frustrated lately.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder in exhaustion.
“Oh, what about?” he asked leaning his head on top of mine.
“Just my play, it feels like I can’t keep the puck. I’ve just got to be faster.”
He chuckled, and looked down at me.
“You’re something you know that?” he said. I just smiled and leaned against him on the way back to the hotel. When we got back there were tons of cameras and fans dying to catch us right before our pregame meal. I scarfed down my usual spaghetti and meatballs and headed to my room quietly.
“Mel, wait up” I heard Joey V calling, jogging down the hall.
“What’s up?” I asked turning to face him.
“I have an idea if you’re still frustrated.” He said looking down his hands.
“What are you gonna do, force me to do yoga?” I joked punching his arm.
“Nope, come on” he smiled, grabbing my arm and pulling me into his room.
“What’s this big secret?” I asked standing in front of the door with my arms crossed.
“Lay down on your tummy. I used to want to be a massage therapist.” He said cracking his knuckles.
“You better not break my back or something.” I said reluctantly laying face down in his bed.
“What makes you think I’d do that?” he asked as his hands went to work. He worked out all the tension in my shoulders before moving to my neck and lower back.
“Holy shit…” I mumbled beginning to feel like jello. His hands explored and worked tension out of muscles I didn’t even know I had. After about 20 minutes of the most amazing massage I rolled on my side to face him.
“Wow Joe, that was…awesome” I said standing. He smiled softly.
We were standing pretty close together and our eyes locked when he snuck a quick glance down at my lips. He leaned down to me and kissed me softly and I moaned at the softness of his lips. I tilted my head to the side and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His sweet tongue intertwined with mine and he placed his hands on my waist and steered me to the edge of the bed. I sat as he quickly shed his dress shirt. He placed both hands on the side of my face and pressed his lips into mine with his whole soul. Breaking the kiss for just a moment he pulled my top off and unclasped my bra.
He let in a small gasp after seeing my breasts, completely bare. He reached a hand up and cupped one, while moaning softly into my mouth. I worked on his belt and pants only to find him rock hard, taut against his boxers. He stepped out of his pants, shoes, ans socks and dropped to his knees. He pulled my skirt out from underneath me and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He softly pushed me so I was laying back, with my butt off the bed. He kissed from behind my knees to my inner thighs, letting his hot breath graze over my mound. He pushed my black lace thong to the side and slid a finger through my slit. I gasped and leaned up looking at him. He kissed my folds before lapping up like he was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He twirled his tongue around my clit and gently pushed a single finger inside me. He explored my depths withs his digit before sliding a second one in. He kissed my inner thigh again whispering something, but I had no idea what. It didn’t even matter. He found THE spot and tapped gently, making a come hither motion with his fingers. My back arched off the bed when he did it again, this time while sliding a spit- slicked thumb over my clit.
“Fuck….” I cried out, writhing beneath his hands. He caressed my side and hip with his free hand before circling my clit with his tongue. It was like a shark circling its target. He began to lick more rapidly and more concentrated. Focusing on my most sensitive spot his pace was intense and I was right on the edge.
“Joe….” I whined, feeling my legs tense. I saw nothing when I came. I felt his soft hands rubbing gently up and down my thighs. When I caught my breath I leaned up to kiss him. I could taste myself on his lips and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against him.
“Mmm…you need a nap, maybe now you wont be so frustrated.” He said glowing.
“But-“ I began, he put his index finger on my lips.
“Don’t worry about it. Get to bed.” He said tossing my clothes my way. I dressed quickly and gave him a soft smile on my way to my room. When I settled into bed I started thinking about what had just happened. I was so confused about everything in my life I wasn’t able to sleep a wink.
Mel played awfully. I knew Dan would have to talk to her, but I needed her first. She’d be upset about the loss, especially her turnover that led to the game winning goal with :28 left to go in the game. I didn’t want to talk about hockey though. I knew it was the wrong time so when I knocked on her door I had no intention of bringing it up.
After knocking three times I took a step back, holding my breath. I head her pad to the door then stop. The handle turned slowly and she stepped back, letting me in.
“Hey” I said, closing the door behind me. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
“I don’t wanna talk, Sid.” She said quietly.
“I know. I didn’t come here to talk.”
7/26/13