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Stay, Stay, Stay

Chapter Thirty-Four

“Your child is roughly the size of a non-genetically modified lime,” Serena called to someone, I assumed Geno, as I opened the front door.
“From a kumquat to a lime, that sucker is going up in the weight classes,” I teased her, kicking off my shoes and hanging up my jacket.
“Well look who finally came home,” she popped her head over the back of the couch and smirked at me. “Get any?”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before sitting down beside her. “You’re so crass.”
“That's rich coming from you,” she snorted and tossed the book she was reading on the coffee table in front of her.
“You’re home,” Geno said as he walked into the living room. “You see Sid?” He flopped on the couch between us and wrapped his arm around Serena. I’d moved my stuff back into the apartment a few days ago, Sidney reluctantly helping me carry garbage bags up the stairs. As far as everyone knew, Sidney and I were still broken up. Everyone with the exception of Serena and Geno. There was no reason for keeping our reunion under wraps, I wasn’t hiding him or questioning my decision, I just wanted to savour it. Keep the goodness and happiness between us for as long as I could. A small part of me hoped that hiding things would keep the inevitable problems away. I knew they were coming, I had prepared myself for challenges, but I needed the good to last long enough that I would have the energy to fight the bad, because at that point, day three of our reconciliation. I didn’t have a whole lot in me.
“You haven’t told anyone have you?” I eyed Geno sternly.
“No, I never tell,” he acted offended.
“Have you told Max yet?” Serena snuggled her head onto Geno’s chest and he rest his hand on her barely there stomach bump.
“No,” I avoided her gaze. “I’ll tell him when I tell everyone else.”
“You don’t think he deserves to know?” she gave me her signature judgmental glare. “I know you say you’re just friends but I don’t know many friends who would text me the way he texts you.”
“Stop with your conspiracy theories,” I rolled my eyes. “After our little tryst we decided it was best we just be friends. People can be friends!”
“Friends don’t sent friends flowers and chocolates,” she pointed to the counter where the bouquet of wildflowers Max had sent the week before were in a vase. The chocolate had long since been ingested.
“He was trying to cheer me up.”
“I really hope you’re right,” she shook her head and pulled a blanket over them.

I was restocking my First-Aid kit and making sure I had enough towels in my bag when I heard someone come in the room behind me. It could have been anyone, from a player to another trainer, but I could tell it was Sidney without looking.
“Hey babe,” I greeted him, zipping up the bag then turning to see him.
“You didn’t even turn around, how did you know it was me? Or do you greet everyone like that?” he looked at me confused. He was wearing his spandex base layer and looking energized. I had to sternly remind myself not to run my hand down the flat plane of his abdomen.
“I could sense your tentativeness,” I smiled. “And you’re the only one who stands there without saying anything right away.” I walked towards him and pecked his lips gently, careful not to touch him for fear that I might not be able to stop touching him if I did. “So what are you going to ask me?” I smirked. He gave me a startled look, alarmed that I seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. “I’m not reading your mind,” I teased.
“Stop doing that!” he cried. “You’re freaking me out!”
“I’m sorry,” I chuckled. “You’re just really obvious.”
“Apparently,” he rolled his eyes and leaned against the table beside him. “It has come to my attention that we missed Valentine’s Day,” he sounded concerned and slightly remorseful
“Oh no!” I feigned distress. “However will we continue our relationship without a designated capitalist fuelled hallmark holiday to tell us when to appreciate and love each other?”
Sidney stared at me, unsure of himself and clearly bewildered. “You’re not…?” he finally spoke
“Upset that we happened to be broken up on the day Penicillin was discovered? Kind of, I really do like celebrating days of life changing medical advancement, but I’m not at all bothered that we didn’t get to exchange crappy greeting cards and sit in a busy restaurant to prove to each other that we’re in love.” I shrugged and hopped onto the table beside him.
“I can’t tell if you are really jaded or the girl of my dreams,” he shook his head and grinned.
“A bit of both I reckon,” I kissed his cheek playfully.
“So you didn’t do anything that day?” he took my hand in his and studied my chipped nail polish.
“I did lots that day,” I scooted closer to him. “It was day twenty-one. On day twenty-one I got my weave did, it was a day of change. I also ate an entire Tobelerone in one sitting and watched ‘Mystery, Alaska’ twice.”
“Your weave?” he looked confused, perhaps afraid.
“My hair…” I replied with enough attitude to suffocate him.
“Oh, right,” he nodded pretending he had the slightest idea what I was talking about. “So I shouldn’t be planning a make up dinner and buying all the roses in Pittsburgh?”
“Well you can if you want to, but I’d much sooner sunflowers and spending the day together.” There was a warmth of affection that spread over me when I looked at him. In a way it was a sense of relief, I was no longer watching him from afar and trying to resist my own thoughts. He grinned and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me awkwardly onto his lap.
“I like spending the day together, I would spend every single day with you,” he kissed my temple and squeezed me tighter to him.
“That’s a lot of days,” I smirked and turned to face him. I ran my hand gently down his cheek, his eyelids fluttered and he groaned quietly.
“Come over tonight,” he whispered and brushed his lips against mine.

I stood behind him on the bench that night and watched the team end their losing streak. After he’d racked up a goal and two assists I couldn’t decline his invitation, even if I was hesitant. I wanted to be with Sidney so badly that it clouded my mind whenever he was near me and I worried that passion would send us full speed ahead into our previous relationship. The idea of a fresh start and taking things slow was more important to me than I could properly explain to him. So it wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend the night with my body bare against his, rather I was afraid of doing it so soon.
“I missed you so much,” Sid mumbled into my hair. He held me close with my head against his chest while we sat trying to watch a movie. It was something about World War II but I couldn’t force myself to pay attention to the digital explosions, not with his hand on my thigh and the beat of his heart underneath me. I was more overwhelmed by his contact that I was by the action on the screen. I briefly considered tearing off his clothes and doing the one thing I'd been thinking about for weeks, but reminding myself this was what was best I resisted and wiggled out from underneath his heavy hands.
"What are you doing?" He pouted as I stood up.
"It's getting late, I should go." I brushed my hands through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail using the elastic on my wrist. I'd taken it down for his sake.
"Stay," he grasped my hand and tugged me towards him.
"We talked about this," I warned.
"We don't have to do anything, I just want to be with you. Besides it's snowing I don't want you driving in the snow" his whining was making it harder than I could handle.
"Please don't," I pleaded with him, slipping my hand out of his. "I promise you that it won't be like this forever. Just don't make this harder than it already is."
"This isn't the only thing that's hard," he huffed and flopped back out the couch.
"Stop pouting," I giggled. I couldn't take a grown man complaining about his penis seriously. Not when his pouting face was so adorable.
"Fine," he sighed and stood up. His arms snaked around my waist and he pulled me against him, as if he was trying to prove how badly he wanted me. "Call me when you get home?" he brushed my bangs out of my face.
"I will," I kissed him softly. "You'll have just enough time to take a cold shower," I winked and patted the bulge in his jeans lightly. He groaned in response and shook his head.
"You're lucky you're worth the wait," he growled and nipped at my shoulder playfully.
"No honey, you're lucky I'm worth the wait," I kissed his cheek and strutted out the door.

With every block I drove towards the apartment I regretted leaving him. In part because of the aching in my lower abdomen -the familiar craving- but mostly because of the driving conditions. I couldn't see two feet in front of me and the roads were slick to the point where I couldn't go over 20km/h. As I drifted into the shoulder of the road for the second time I worried that would be the last conversation I'd ever have with Sidney. It would be so easy for a big truck to speed by and send me rolling into the ditch. Accidents happened all the time. I pulled into an empty parking lot and considered calling him to come get me. His truck was twice the size of my car and was far less affected by the weather, but the idea of him going out in this made my stomach turn anxiously. I was about five kilometres from his house and not even near the city, at least thirty from my own, realistically I could make it home if I was cautious, but something about that made me cringe. I was sick of living cautious, constantly anxious with stress a more permanent fixture in my life than happiness. My windshield wipers swished back and forth rapidly trying to clear the icy glass. Their job wasn't easy, with the snow coming down fast my life was depending on a few strips of plastic and rubber. White knuckled and squinting I slowly pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road. Visibility was getting worse with every passing minute, I'd turned off the radio and focused my attention completely on the road but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Inch by inch I battled the conditions until I saw the lights at the end of the driveway, my suburban lighthouse.

I sprinted from my car into the house and slammed the door behind me just as a gust of wind threatened to blow snow inside the warm haven. I stripped off my covered coat and shook out my hair, my shoes were drenched and my glasses fogging from the temperature change. I took them off and placed them on the hall table, scanning the main floor for Sidney. The television had been turned off and the lights were out. Still chilled from my less than toasty drive I kicked off my shoes and darted up the stairs with the vision of crawling into bed and stealing all the body heat I could from Sidney. Some nights I hated how warm he was, heating up the entire bed and making it impossible to sleep, but as the snow melted down my back this wouldn't be one of those nights. I pushed open his door and expected to find him in bed, the light was on but he wasn't there. I pulled my damp sweater over my head when I heard the water running from the bathroom and unbuttoned my jeans as I walked towards the door. I was naked by the time I found him, one hand pressed against the glass with the other moving back and forth at his waist. It was blurred by the frosted glass and trickling water drops but I knew what he was doing. I watched for a second, my head cocked to the side and a smile forming on my lips. A voyeuristic feeling of pleasure washing over me as I heard him groan and move faster. Breaking my own rules I slowly opened the glass door beside his hand and tiptoed into the shower. The steam enveloped my chilled body and his eyes stayed glued shut.
"Would you like help?" I whispered seductively and ran my hand down his back.
"Holy shit!" He jumped back and landed against the tile wall, startled and panting. "How long have you been standing there?" He looked down blushing as if he'd just been caught jerking off in the shower...which he certainly had.
"Long enough to be jealous of your hand," I shrugged and grinned at him.
"Is that right?" he cocked his eyebrow and stood up straighter. "You like watching me?"
"On the ice and in the shower," I winked and took a step towards his wet and glistening body. Not everyone looked good wet, but Sidney did, beads of water dancing down his toned chest. "So do you want my help or should I just watch?" I teased my hand along his hipbone and bit my lip.
"Help is nice," his voice cracked and for some reason I was even more turned on.
"Teamwork, right?" I looked up from under my mascara heavy eyelashes and took him gently in my hand. Eagerly his lips found mine and he pulled me against his body kissing my hungrily and cupping my bum in his big hands. I felt him against my stomach and kissed back even harder which made him moan and push my body against the tiled wall where he had been leaning. Moving from my lips to my jaw then neck, he turned me so I was facing the wall and spread my arms beside my head, his fingers between mine.
"Oh so you want my five hole?" I turned back to him and teased. I grin spread across his red swollen lips and he shook his head.
"I can't believe you just said that," he chuckled and kissed my shoulder, biting down gently.
"You like it," I pushed my bum against his groin. He didn't reply, instead took his hands from on top of mine and grasped my hips, slowly pushing himself into me. A month without him was too long and in some ways it felt like our first time again, the same desperation and size that my body wasn't accustom to. He moved slowly, sucking on my shoulder and purring in my ear. The feeling of his body pressed against mine sent pangs of excitement through me and I moaned in response to his movement. It was exactly the sensation I’d been missing, the knowledge of how badly he wanted me mixed with my own desire. To have him back at that very moment eased my anxious mind and I was too wrapped up in the motions of our bodies and the faint grunting coming from him to chastise myself for giving in. With his hand between my legs and his lips on my neck I knew there was nothing that could hurt me. Sex wasn’t the enemy, fear was. The same fear of inadequacy that destroyed our relationship the first time around was once again threatening to pull us apart.
Without warning Sidney spun me around so I was facing him, my back pressed against the cool tiles. “I want to look at you when you come,” he cooed against my lips and pushed back into me. With one of my legs in his large hand and bent against his hip he returned to an impatient rhythm. His free hand brushed my wet hair back then slid down my back pulling me closer to him. His words like his touch sent shivers down my spine and stroked the fire was already raging inside of me.
“I’m so close,” I mumbled into his shoulder and pressed my top teeth against his soft, wet skin.
As his pace quickened my senses heightened and tingling began in my stomach. It was subtle at first and grew stronger with ever brush of his finger against me and thrust of himself into me. No one in my life had ever made me feel so, not Millie, or Max, or any of others who’d come before them. In a way it was as if Sidney held the sole existing key to me and the rest had just been breaking in. I fell apart in his arms, his lips agains mine as my muscles spasmed and it became impossible for me to hold my own body weight. He followed suit and it was no surprise when we ended up laying on the tiled shower floor with the now cool water beating down against us, both with sleepy smiles and flushed skin.

“I knew I made you wet but I didn’t think I had that affect on you,” Sid teased and tossed me a t-shirt from his closet. I was wrapped in one towel and drying my hair with another.
“You’re sooo funny,” I rolled my eyes and pulled the t-shirt over my towel clad head carefully.

“You’ll get used to it,” he chuckled and crawled into bed, patting the spot beside him, my spot.

Notes

I'm not really sure why that took me so long, considering it wasn't the most action packed of chapters, but somehow it did. In my little story planner they weren't supposed to get all up in it for at least two more chapters but apparently I follow plans as well as Bea does.

xx
-T

Comments

This was so good!!! I was in tears at the end when thinking about Sid retiring haha

Court31 Court31
2/17/21

Beautiful story.

Aleja21 Aleja21
10/29/18

This story was great and very relatable because of the beliefs that Bea and I share. You really captured the struggle of being in a relationship and making a marriage work. Keep up the good work and don't stop writing. :)

RoxPensChick RoxPensChick
9/17/17

@melindaone
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! Thanks for sticking through and reading :D :D



TheoAirplane TheoAirplane
9/11/17

Well, that was sooo good. I loved their story. I still do. Their love, strenght, humor..this all made me fall in love. So thank you for a chance to be a part of K.C. family.

melindaone melindaone
9/8/17