Back to Business

The following days at work were like any other. She acted as if he hadn’t grinded his hard on into her ass on the dance floor for hours and he simply followed her lead. The situation with the pictures had all but been forgotten as the season progressed and they were soon approaching another home game against their cross state rivals, the Flyers.

Sidney was in Molly’s office discussing their weekly planning when she brought the game up. She told him that she was off that night but would still be going to the game. He looked at her incredulously.

“And who, pray tell, will you be rooting for?”

“I wouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to Crosby.”

Sidney swore and she giggled before opening one of her desk drawers and pulling out a hideous orange long sleeved t-shirt.

“Are you fucking kidding Moll? You’re going to wear that at Consol? You’ll be killed.”

“Oh Sid, you haven’t even seen the back.”

She turned it to display a large #28 on the back with that ginger fuck Giroux’s name above it. Sidney reached for the shirt but she quickly snatched it away from his grasp causing him to growl.

“Now, now. Play nice Crosby. Otherwise I’ll have to tell my boyfriend to beat up on you on the ice.”

Sidney’s blood boiled at the thought of that ginger headed fuck going anywhere near her.

“Alright tough guy, out of my office. I have things to do!”

She practically shooed him out, his feet like lead as he thought about that hideously bright shirt covering her body, the number 28 splayed across her back like a brand.

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He slapped shot after shot, methodically slamming the frozen pieces of rubber into the twine one by one. The crowd had long since gone home, disappointed and frustrated, as was par for a course when losing to the fucking Flyers. Sidney seethed as he replayed everything that he did wrong on his mind over and over, his shots increasing in intensity as his frustration grew.
His next shot was just a centimeter too high and dinged off the crossbar and into the netting surrounding the boards.

“FUCK!”

He ripped a shot into the cage again his frustration peaking.
The slamming of the board gate caused him to turn, his eyes ablaze as he took in the last person he wanted to see right now. She was dressed in a black Henley and jeans with converse. A loose knit black and gold cap adorned her golden curls as she watched him warily. He snarled in her direction and kept shooting on the net, missing every third shot and getting increasingly more frustrated with himself. They should have been better tonight, he should have been better tonight.

The touch on his shoulder startled him and he turned around so fast that Molly lost her balance on the slippery ice and fell flat on her ass.

“Fuck! Ow shit!”

He stared at her from his position on the ice. In his skates he looked even more menacing, standing over her as she writhed in pain on the ice. She helped herself up since obviously he wasn’t going to and brushed the snow off her ass, wincing at the fact that there was definitely going to be a bruise there tomorrow.

Blue eyes met hazel and his narrowed at her before turning back to the net.
“Sid…”

“What the fuck are you even doing here? Gonna rub it in my face huh?”

She jerked back as if she’d been slapped and glared at him.
“Fuck you Crosby. I was coming to say sorry about the game and was going to see if you wanted to come over for dinner but you can go fuck yourself Kid,” she sneered at him and glared up at his gigantic form hovering over her.

What an asshole!

Her blood boiled and right as she was about to, carefully, stomp her way back over to dry land she decided to get in a push for good measure and shoved as hard as she could against his huge shoulders, hoping to push him over and maybe knock him down a peg or two.

Unfortunately all she succeeded in doing was throwing herself off balance and into him. Unprepared, his skate slipped and he fell, taking her down with him and ultimately on top of him. She was startled before she realized that she was mad and tried to press on his chest to get off of him, unfortunately for her, converse and ice didn’t get along very well and she ended up right back where she started causing him to groan as her elbow came down on his rib cage.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry. No more elbows to the ribs please!”

She couldn’t help but laugh and placed a mitten covered palm next to him on the ice, trying to get up without slipping this time. He grabbed her arm though and forced her gaze to meet his. His eyes met hers, surprisingly vulnerable as he pulled her upper body into his, giving her an awkward on ice hug.

“Thanks Moll.”

She gave a mental eye roll and pushed off of him.

“Yeah, yeah Crosby. You can make it up to me by paying for takeout. Want to eat at your place?”

He nodded and took the hand she offered to help him up. He skated next to her as she carefully shuffled off of the ice, feeling like a giant next to her in his skates.

“You didn’t even see my hat you big jerk!”

He looked at the beanie covering her head it was black wool with a gold stripe, and there, extremely tiny by the front was a little Penguins logo. Sidney couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“What’d your boyfriend think of that?”

Molly rolled her eyes and nudged his shoulder.

“You didn’t think I actually wore this to the game did you?”

“I don’t know Moll. Black certainly looks better on you than orange.”
Sidney shuddered for effect and Molly grinned.

“You know what. I totally agree with you… that’s why I brought this.”

She lifted up her Henley to show him the black tshirt underneath, the black tshirt with the hideous orange and black Flyers logo emblazed across the chest, causing Sidney to groan.

“You have got to be kidding me! I don’t know how the hockey gods haven’t struck you down for wearing that and the hat! That’s like sacrilegious!”

“Yeah, yeah. The hat was simply for your benefit Mr. Grumpy Gills. Plus it was on like super duper clearance sale. Now what’d you want for dinner?”

The weeks following the loss to the Flyers were tough. Team chemistry on the ice just wasn’t happening and they always seemed to be one step behind the puck, losing their next five games back to back. Sidney was about ready to tear his hair out when his phone beeped, his calendar alerting him that he was expected in Molly’s office. He groaned out loud and threw down his shoulder pads in spite, causing his surrounding teammates to laugh.

“Got another date Sid?”

He simply flipped off Max and figured Molly could wait for a little bit as he stripped off the rest of his clothing before taking a long shower, redressing and heading up to her office. His mood was foul, the last thing he wanted to do was talk about more media bullshit. Her door was closed when he arrived and he knocked quickly before entering and stopping dead in his tracks.

“SIDNEY!”

His name was a shriek as it left her mouth, her eyes wide in terror as she desperately reached for clothing to cover her underwear clad form. He should have left immediately, should have apologized and left as quickly as he entered but he couldn’t control his body. The sight of her left his legs like lead, his mouth dry and his pants tight.

She had obviously been changing when he had just barged into her office. Her shirt was gone, revealing a black lace bra which contrasted against her milky skin. Her pants were halfway down her legs revealing a matching set of underwear and leaving Sidney with all of his blood below the waste. She
scurried to cover herself as he stood there like an idiot.

“SIDNEY!”

Her second shriek was like a jolt of electricity shocking him out of his stupor, as his face flooded with what little blood remaining that wasn’t currently pounding in his dick. He stuttered out an apology and quickly backed up, smacking hard into the wall by the door before turning and practically sprinting out of her office, slamming the door behind him.

His blood pounded in his veins as he booked it to his car, practically sprinting down the stairs and out to his vehicle. The rest of his teammates had all dispersed, the player parking lot empty as he sat in his car and tried to calm his breathing. His dick throbbed in time with his heartbeat, straining against the constricting denim. His hand subconsciously made its way to the bulge to relieve some of the pressure, causing him to moan out loud at his own touch.

Not thinking about anything else but relieving the pressure he quickly unzipped his pants and encircled himself with his hand. He was a man possessed, his mind consumed with thoughts of miles of soft skin and blonde hair as he worked himself towards the quickest orgasm he had ever achieved. His head fell back against his seat and he let out a deep seated moan as he released into his hand, hips bucking up into his touch.
As soon as he came down from his post orgasmic high he came to his senses.

What the fuck was I thinking?

He quickly looked around, relieved to see that no one had seen his little spectacle before reaching into his glove compartment and cleaning himself up with a wad of tissues. He had just tucked himself away when a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.

She strut towards his car, her face still flushed and now dressed in the sweatpants and t-shirt that she had been changing into when he so rudely barged in on her. He was frozen, again, as she stomped toward the car before tapping on his driver’s side window and waiting for him to roll it down. He gulped and complied, staring at her as she fumed.

“You know just because you’re Sidney Crosby doesn’t mean you can just barge in on people!”
He flushed harder and tried to stutter out an apology, which she was having none of.

“Forget it Sid,” she steeled her shoulders and met him eye to eye. He prayed that she couldn’t read the guilty look on his face, or that she could read his mind, which had been filled with thoughts of her mouth around him as his hands fisted in her hair.

“Just because you’re all embarrassed from seeing my tits doesn’t mean that you get out of our meeting.”

She walked around to the passenger side of the car before hoping in the seat.
“What- what about your car?”

“I ran here this morning, hence the running clothes.”

“Oh.”

The ride was painfully silent as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway. The silence stretched for a couple minutes before he finally broke it.

“I’m sorry.”

Molly chuckled, “It’s alright. You’re not the first guy to see my boobs you know.”

Sidney balked and begged his body not to bring that image back up.
She started talking about the upcoming Christmas break and associated Christmas party that the Pens threw every year. There was time for a family skate in the arena followed by a formal dinner and party for the adults following it.

She asked of his plans for the break and let him know that he would be officially “off duty” while visiting his family for the holidays.

“What about you? Visiting any family?”
She grinned and nodded excitedly.

“I’m going back to Long Island. I haven’t seen my little sister in months, she’s playing lacrosse for Florida and her and I have all of our Christmas traditions that we have to get done. We always go into the city for the Christmas Spectacular and go ice skating in Bryant Park. Then we do the stereotypical window shopping at Lord & Taylor followed by dinner at Rockefeller Center and, obviously, the tree. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas until we do our New York City weekend.”

“Wait a minute I didn’t know you can skate?”
Molly rolled her eyes at him.

“Of course that’s the only thing you would pick up.”

They talked for the remainder of the trip to her warehouse apartment. The team had off the following day and Molly waved goodbye to him as she made her way up the stairs.
Sidney shook his head, cursing as her scent lingered in his car. He was seriously losing his fucking mind. He punched in Max’s cell number and listened to it ring across the speakers of the Land Rover.

“Sid! What’s going on my man?”

“Let’s go out.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa I’m sorry is this the same Sidney Crosby that I know and love? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?”

Sidney rolled his eyes and pressed down harder on the gas pedal.

“I’m serious Talbo, call the guys up. I’m thinking Diesel, 10 o’clock see you there.”

He didn’t wait for an answer before hanging up. His plan was set, he was going to get laid tonight, and forget all about the curly haired Flyers fan that worked for the Pens.

After his fifth shot of Jameson his taste buds went numb and he continued to drink the stuff like water. The guys were eying him warily but kept up with him as he drank himself into oblivion. The first girl that approached him was like a catalyst and after the hordes of others saw that he wasn’t turning them away they flocked like birds to a feeder at the thought of dancing with Sidney Crosby. Currently he was among a mass of bodies, girls on either side of him grinding themselves along his body.

His mind was fuzzy, his body pleasantly numb, and his hands were wandering as they caressed the girls around him. He stumbled after them as they pulled him back to the VIP section upstairs. He couldn’t tell whose hands belonged to who as they caressed his chest and legs. Both of them had bleached blonde hair and between his blurry vision and the dark lighting they could maybe pass as the woman who invaded his every thought.

A hard hand on his shoulder pulled him around to face the very serious face of his friend.

“Heyy Talbo,” Sidney giggled.

“Sid man, I think it’s time we got you home.” He gave a pointed look to his two companions, “Alone.”
Sidney pushed against his shoulder before pulling the girls tight to either one of his sides.

“Pfft. Come on Talbo there’s more then enough to go around. Isn’t there girls?”
The girls on his arm giggled in unison.

“You know,” Sidney said while sloppily twirling a fake blonde strand of girl #1’s hair around his finger,

“You’d look pretty good with curly hair.”

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Alright that’s enough. Ladies, run along please. Our captain has had quite enough fun for the night.”

The girls pouted at Max before slipping their numbers into Sidney’s pocket. He swayed and waved at them as they left before stumbling into Max, who shrugged an arm around his Captain’s shoulder to hold him up.

“Staalsy, help me get Creature into a cab.”

The duo helped a now almost passed out Sidney down the stairs only to be met with Geno at the bottom.

“No go out the front. Cameras everywhere, Flower is checking back door.”

Max groaned at the news, the last thing Sidney needed was another PR massacre like the one at the beginning of the season. Pictures of the Penguins Captain having to be carried out of the club would spread like wildfire. Flower confirmed that the back entrance had been compromised as well causing Max to swear under his breath. They dragged him back upstairs to deposit him on a lounge chair while they decided what to do. Realizing that they had no other choice Max pulled out his phone and prayed that she would answer.

She stuck out like a sore thumb as she made her way through the packed club, but it was 2 am and she wasn’t changing out of her yoga pants and sweatshirt for anything, even Sidney Fucking Crosby. She found them upstairs, where Max had told her they’d be. Sidney was currently sitting up and moaning as Jordan tried to force water down his throat.

“Sidney.” His head snapped up and she just about lost it at the glassy eyed goofy smile on his face.

“Hey Mollllll.”

Her name was slurred and sloppy coming off of his lips as his big hands reached for her waist to try to pull her down next to him. She shrugged his hands off and debated exactly how they were going to get him out of the club with out the paparazzi noticing. His hands reached for her hips again, his strong grip pulling her down on his lap before she had a chance to act. His bulky arms held her to him, his nose diving into her wild hair and inhaling.

“Mmm fuck you smell so good.”

Molly froze and looked up to Jordan and Max in horror, both of them struggling to keep the smiles off of their faces at their overly intoxicated captain. She struggled to get free of his grip only to have him hold on tighter and mumble something into her hair. She rolled her eyes and formulated a plan with his teammates. Geno took off to get Sid’s car while Max made his way to the front of the club, phone ready in hand. Jordan and Marc managed to pry him off of her and get him down the stairs and to the entrance out of the back of the club. They placed the ball cap and sweatshirt over Sid, pulling the hood up to cover his face.

Molly whipped out her cell to call Max and made her way towards the back door.

“Now,” she barked into the phone before hanging up. She could hear the cheering from the front of the club as Max ripped his shirt off in a very Max like fashion for everyone standing outside to see.
At the same time she stumbled out of the back entrance and pointed around the corner. Calling on every horrible teenybopper movie she had ever seen to get her voice that high.

“Oh em gee!!! Is that Justin Beiber!! OH MY GOD IS HE KISSING JOE JONAS!”

The cameramen booked it around the corner so fast that she got whiplash just about the same time that Geno pulled around the corner in Sidney’s Land Rover. Staal and Marc Andre practically carried him to the car before shoving him in the back seat and slamming the door, Geno hopped out and let Molly take over the driving. She jumped in the hot seat and yelled out her thanks to the guys as she drove off with her precious cargo in tow. She seriously owed them one.

Her place was closer and less of a hassle so she headed in that direction and glanced in her review mirror to find Sidney asleep, his head leaning back against the headrest as he lightly snored causing her to giggle.

She parked and went around the side of the Rover to get Sidney up. He managed to partially walk himself up the two flights of stairs to her apartment and into her bedroom where he promptly face planted onto her queen-sized mattress. Molly managed to get his shoes off and rolled him over to unbutton his dress shirt and shrug him out of it. After eying his jeans she imagined that they wouldn’t be very comfortable to sleep in and reached for his belt buckle. She had it undone and was just pulling down the zipper when his large hand grabbed her wrist. Her gaze shot to his and heat flooded her cheeks as he stared at her. Their gazes stayed locked, his throwing off flames into the darkened room as her hand hovered over his crotch.

His grip on her wrist turned to a caress as his large fingers stroked up and down her arm, his gaze never wavering. She didn’t realize he was moving her hand until she felt the denim covered hardness beneath her palm and let out a gasp, refusing to look down and confirm what her hand was feeling. She involuntarily squeezed her fingers in shock and Sidney broke her gaze and let out a long moan.

What the fuck was she doing?

She couldn’t move as his hand pressed down on top of hers, leaving no doubt in her mind as to what exactly she was holding. His heated gaze met hers again as his hand reached down to touch her face. Moments before his fingers came in contact with her cheek Moose jumped onto the bed, obviously distraught at being ignored throughout the night. His presence was like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head as she jumped back and cursed before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door, locking it behind her.

She paced in front of the mirror berating herself and swearing a blue streak as she summoned up the courage to go back out there and act like the professional she was supposed to be. After a cool glass of tap water and a mental pep talk she slowly opened the door, fully prepared to discuss how wrong what just happened was, only to find the man that caused it all face down and snoring on her bed in his boxer briefs.

Molly sighed and headed towards the kitchen, pouring a glass of water and grabbing a couple of Advil and leaving them on her nightstand before grabbing a blanket and pillow and heading for the couch.

He awoke to a pounding in his head not unlike his post concussion symptoms. He could feel the pain in time with his pulse, his temples throbbing and his mouth desperately parched. His body felt like it had been hit by the entire Flyers defensive line, and the light streaming through the window wasn’t helping one bit. He reached over to his nightstand, blindly searching for the switch that would activate the blackout blinds and came up empty handed. He forced his eyelids open against the blinding light and let out a moan.

Panic struck him as he realized that he was in a bed that was most definitely not his in a room that wasn’t his either.

What the hell had happened last night?

He reached for his phone on the nightstand only to come up with a dead battery. Shit, now he couldn’t even escape from the probably crazy puckslut that he went home with. He searched around for his jeans, slipping them on before grabbing his crumpled shirt and shoes and attempting to sneak out of the apartment unnoticed.

He had just made it to the door when he heard an all too familiar laugh. She was standing at the entrance to the kitchen with a hand on one hip and a spatula in the other, pointing it menacingly at him.

“Sidney Patrick Crosby. If you even think about trying to sneak out without so much as a thank you for last night then you have another thing coming.”

Sidney gulped as his eyes bugged out.

Had he finally nutted up and made the moves on Molly?

She pointed to the kitchen and didn’t wait for him before sauntering into the room. He dutifully followed and his stomach turned at the frying smell of bacon and eggs, revolting against the mere thought of food. Molly was in skimpy shorts and a tight tanktop as she bounded over to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Morning babe. Oh my goodness last night was seriously ah-maz-ing! That thing that you did with your tongue? Oh my god!”

She accentuated her point with a moan before placing a plate of steaming eggs and bacon in front of him on the table and winking at him, his jaw on the ground as she leaned forward and placed another open mouth kiss to his cheek.

“You better hurry up and get dressed hun otherwise we are going to miss our flight!”

“Flight?” He managed to squeak out the words as she ran around the kitchen pulling out dishes and plates for her own meal.

“To Vegas silly! I can’t believe that we are going to get married!”

Sidney choked on the sip of orange juice and coughed through the tears in his eyes as she looked at him questionably.

“You okay honey?”

“Married?” His voice cracked like he was going through puberty as he took in her crestfallen face.

“You,” she sniffed, “You mean you don’t remember?”

He panicked as he took in her glassy eyes, brimming with tears at the utter horror on his face.

Holy shit how drunk had he been?

His eyes desperately darted around the room looking for a possible escape route when a snort caused his gaze to shoot back to her. Her eyes were alight with mirth as she tried desperately to hold in her laughter. The faint sound of masculine laughter joined from the corner and it seemed to be her breaking point as she doubled over and let out the loudest laugh he had ever heard.

“Oh- oh my fucking god. Your face!!”

His mind was a little slow on the uptake and she couldn’t even talk as she grabbed the phone that he hadn’t noticed propped up on the counter, pointed towards him. She continued laughing as she slipped the mobile device towards him only to see the laughing face of his teammates who had just watched the entire episode live via skype. Talbot’s face was bright red, as was Jordan’s as they threw out insult after insult at his expense.

Molly was still having trouble breathing through her laughter as she took the phone back from the still stunned Sidney.

“You were right guys,” she spoke into the device, “He is just too easy.”

“Oh man Sid, that was priceless! I should have recorded it!”

Sidney shook his head and glared at the woman and the men on her phone.

“That wasn’t funny.”

Molly signed off with Talbot and Staal and turned towards him, a big smile on her face.

“It was a little funny.”

Sidney tried really hard not to smile at the satisfied look on her face, and failed miserably, letting out a smile before groaning and leaning his head on the countertop.

“What happened last night?”

She leaned her hip against the counter next to her and eyed him up and down.

“What do you remember?”

“A lot of shots, uh maybe some dancing. Were you out with us?”

She shook her head and explained to him how she had been called in to do damage control, as well as their escape attempt, which would have put James Bond to shame. Sidney groaned out an apology and stuffed some eggs in his mouth as she explained that her place was closest which was why he woke up here.

“Did we…”
Sidney gulped, not really wanting to know the answer. Molly simply rolled her eyes at him and took away his finished plate.

“Please Crosby, what type of girl do you think I am? Take advantage of the superstar when he’s black out drunk. No thank you.”

Sidney nodded in relief. The first time he took her to bed he wanted to be completely sober for it.

“Besides I actually have standards, I would never bed a Penguins player.”

Sidney glared at her and she giggled.

“A Flyer on the other hand,” he groaned and told her to shut it before looking around the space that she lived in.

Sidney took in her apartment for the first time. It was warm and comfy, very unlike the harsh modern lines of his penthouse. The kitchen was small but convenient, with modern appliances and a big window for natural light. The living room boasted a huge leather sectional and a flat screen that would put his to shame. The walls were decorated with different pieces of artwork and pictures that told a story of her life. Moose laid in his bed at the foot of the couch snoring away as his master cleaned up the kitchen.

“How’s your head?”

“Hurts.”

“Did you take the Advil?”

At his dumbfounded look she meandered into the bedroom and returned with the pills and a glass of water, both of which he downed quickly before thanking her.

“So, got any big plans for the day?”
She shook her head, blonde curls bouncing around her face.

“It’s my day off. I was going to just chill here and watch a movie, maybe play some COD. Want to join?”

Two hours later and Sidney was swearing up and down as the red haze covered his screen, indicating that she had killed him, again.

“Ouch. That one must have stung hey Sid?”

He glared at her and threw down his controller, having enough of losing for one day. He hated losing.

“Aw come on don’t be a spoilsport.”

He fumed as he pouted on the couch, turning his head away from her as she moved closer to him. He felt a poke in his side and squirmed.

“Oh no way.”

She poked again and he squirmed, fighting the involuntary laugh at how much it tickled. Before he could do anything she dove in with both hands at his sides and he couldn’t for the life of him control the squirming of his body or the girlish giggling that left his lips as he tried to pry her off of him. She was cackling along with him as he struggled for breath and begged her to stop. In response she dove on top of him, straddling his legs and pinning his hands down as she continued her assault.

It was torture, his body hurt from her ticking yet he was still releasing those stupid giggles. Finally he called Uncle and she released him, both on them realizing the position they were in at the same time as a thickness filled the air.

They both were breathing hard, chests flush against one another, her legs straddling his large thighs, foreheads inches away from each other. Molly involuntarily licked her lips, drawing his gaze to them.
I could do it. I could kiss her right here.

Molly let out a gulp at the look in his eyes and had to remind herself of her profession. He wasn’t worth losing her job over, no matter how attractive he was. It was this thought that motivated her to press off of him and plop down on the couch like nothing was amiss. She turned on Indiana Jones and they spent the rest of the day curled up inside being absolute couch potatoes.

Notes

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