No Work. All Play.
More Time Together
It is now the beginning of the regular season, and the big game is tomorrow night against Philly! There has been quite the bit of press for this even and I have been busy preparing for our big show within the next few days. It’s also been a few weeks since my first date with Sidney and we have been seeing each other frequently when we have the time.
I was in my office looking over some notes when I got a call. “Hello?” “Hi Brittany, it’s Sidney,” “Hey what’s up?” “Nothing much. Are you busy?” “Uh, at the time yes. Is it urgent?” “No, I just wanted to see if you were free tonight, that’s all.” “Well I am free tonight,” I said collecting some loose papers and stacking them, placing them into my basket, “What do you have in mind?” “Well I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place tonight, you know, for a change.” “Sounds great.” “What time do you get off at?” “I could be done anywhere from 3-5,” “How long do you need to you know, prepare?” “Uh, not long at all. Is 5:30 good? I don’t think I’ll stay until 5 at all.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” “Uh Sid,” “Yeah?” “I don’t know where you live,” “Oh right,” he chuckled.
Sure enough, I was done at 4 so I had more than enough time to get ready for Sidney’s. I had decided on yoga-like pants and a casual shirt with my hair up in a pony tail. When I got to his house he opened it wearing jeans and a t shirt. “Hey, come on in!” he smiled giving me a hug. “Thanks.” “So how was the rest of work?” “It was good. I finished at 4.” “You busy beaver,” he joked, making me break out laughing. His house was very neat and tidy for a hockey players house. I was expecting it to be so much messier than it was. The floor was spotless.
He led me into the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink?” “No thank you.” He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and leant on the counter, “So I was crazing a little Chinese food tonight, you in?” “Sure. It’s been forever since I had any.” “Really? It’s my favourite food.” “Well I just eat what I’m in the mood for. I can make a good stir fry but that’s about it.” “I love stir fry, you’re gonna have to make it for me sometime.” He got so excited all of a sudden. It was cute. “I can also make a pretty good pasta dish,” “I guess I’m gonna be having a few dinners at your house then,” he joked, though I hope not.
When the food arrived, we sat in his family room enjoying each other’s company. “So are you nervous about your season opener?” I asked taking a mouthful of noodles. “Not nervous yet, but I’m sure it’ll hit me when I’m getting dressed.” “I see,” “What about you?” “What do you mean? I’m not playing,” “Well you are covering the game and will be with us before we go on.” “Well now I am.” I laughed as he literally made me think about it. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” He placed his arm around me, pulling me into his body.
We quickly decided on watching a movie which wasn’t that good but Sid had just got it and was wondering if it was any good. He still had his arm around me, and I was still leaning into his well muscular chest. I kept sneaking peeks up at him, and I occasionally caught him staring at me too. About half way through the movie he made eye contact with me and we just stared at each other. I got up to his level again, as he shifted his body allowing me to. He looked at my eyes, then to my lips and right back into my eyes, and repeated this action a few times. We both leant in slowly and joined our lips together.
His taste this time around was much different then at Marc-Andre’s party about a month ago. After one kiss we both wanted more, which none of us were complaining about. Our one innocent kiss had quickly turned into our first make out session. His kisses were sweet the whole time, and he wasn’t as rough as I knew he could be. I could tell that he was holding himself back, and he was doing a good job doing it.
When the end credits were rolling it was almost our que to end our session, and that I had to go home. “Crap, I gotta go, I gotta be at work early tomorrow.” “Yeah, so?” “Don’t you have a practice tomorrow Crosby?” “Your right.” We said a quick goodbye, he even escorted me to my car. “Have a safe drive home,” “Thanks for having me,” “Thanks for coming over.” He smirked, leaning down to give me a quick kiss goodbye as I got in my car. “Night Sidney,” “Night Brittany.”
I was in my office looking over some notes when I got a call. “Hello?” “Hi Brittany, it’s Sidney,” “Hey what’s up?” “Nothing much. Are you busy?” “Uh, at the time yes. Is it urgent?” “No, I just wanted to see if you were free tonight, that’s all.” “Well I am free tonight,” I said collecting some loose papers and stacking them, placing them into my basket, “What do you have in mind?” “Well I was wondering if you would like to come over to my place tonight, you know, for a change.” “Sounds great.” “What time do you get off at?” “I could be done anywhere from 3-5,” “How long do you need to you know, prepare?” “Uh, not long at all. Is 5:30 good? I don’t think I’ll stay until 5 at all.” “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” “Uh Sid,” “Yeah?” “I don’t know where you live,” “Oh right,” he chuckled.
Sure enough, I was done at 4 so I had more than enough time to get ready for Sidney’s. I had decided on yoga-like pants and a casual shirt with my hair up in a pony tail. When I got to his house he opened it wearing jeans and a t shirt. “Hey, come on in!” he smiled giving me a hug. “Thanks.” “So how was the rest of work?” “It was good. I finished at 4.” “You busy beaver,” he joked, making me break out laughing. His house was very neat and tidy for a hockey players house. I was expecting it to be so much messier than it was. The floor was spotless.
He led me into the kitchen. “Do you want anything to drink?” “No thank you.” He grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and leant on the counter, “So I was crazing a little Chinese food tonight, you in?” “Sure. It’s been forever since I had any.” “Really? It’s my favourite food.” “Well I just eat what I’m in the mood for. I can make a good stir fry but that’s about it.” “I love stir fry, you’re gonna have to make it for me sometime.” He got so excited all of a sudden. It was cute. “I can also make a pretty good pasta dish,” “I guess I’m gonna be having a few dinners at your house then,” he joked, though I hope not.
When the food arrived, we sat in his family room enjoying each other’s company. “So are you nervous about your season opener?” I asked taking a mouthful of noodles. “Not nervous yet, but I’m sure it’ll hit me when I’m getting dressed.” “I see,” “What about you?” “What do you mean? I’m not playing,” “Well you are covering the game and will be with us before we go on.” “Well now I am.” I laughed as he literally made me think about it. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” He placed his arm around me, pulling me into his body.
We quickly decided on watching a movie which wasn’t that good but Sid had just got it and was wondering if it was any good. He still had his arm around me, and I was still leaning into his well muscular chest. I kept sneaking peeks up at him, and I occasionally caught him staring at me too. About half way through the movie he made eye contact with me and we just stared at each other. I got up to his level again, as he shifted his body allowing me to. He looked at my eyes, then to my lips and right back into my eyes, and repeated this action a few times. We both leant in slowly and joined our lips together.
His taste this time around was much different then at Marc-Andre’s party about a month ago. After one kiss we both wanted more, which none of us were complaining about. Our one innocent kiss had quickly turned into our first make out session. His kisses were sweet the whole time, and he wasn’t as rough as I knew he could be. I could tell that he was holding himself back, and he was doing a good job doing it.
When the end credits were rolling it was almost our que to end our session, and that I had to go home. “Crap, I gotta go, I gotta be at work early tomorrow.” “Yeah, so?” “Don’t you have a practice tomorrow Crosby?” “Your right.” We said a quick goodbye, he even escorted me to my car. “Have a safe drive home,” “Thanks for having me,” “Thanks for coming over.” He smirked, leaning down to give me a quick kiss goodbye as I got in my car. “Night Sidney,” “Night Brittany.”
7/29/13