By the time Sidney made it back to the hotel, he was well and truly drunk. And one only had to get within ten feet of him to know it. Not only did he wobble on his feet and stumble over nothing, but his breath was fiery, his clothing soaked in champagne. Oh, yes, there was also the singing done loudly and off key.
With Letang tucked under one arm and Matt Murray under the other, Sidney led them up the block and into the hotel lobby sing/shouting O Canada at the top of his lungs. His compatriots did not join in, but were rather busy laughing at their boisterous Captain.
They parted ways and Sidney continued down the hall towards his room, still stumbling, still singing, though now at a whisper, because even in his cups he had the Canadian sense of common decency not to wake up the entire floor.
Fiona heard him coming a mile away and could practically smell him through the door. Still, she sat on the bed and listen to him struggle to get his key card into the lock for at a good solid five minutes as she giggled silently. Finally, when Sidney let out a string of curses, she got up and helped him out.
His smile in greeting was blurry, just like his vision. “Hey, baby.”
Fiona bit her lip to keep from laughing out right in his face. “How you doing, champ?”
Sidney let loose an exaggerated sigh and shuffled into the room. “Never better. You should have come with us.”
She had thought about it when he invited her the first seven times, but declined. Sidney worked so hard for so many months and he had earned this. She wanted him to have a night to celebrate with his team. She would have the rest of the time, the rest of the summer, tonight was for the boys. At least until now.
Fiona closed and locked the door, turning to see Sidney in the middle of the room with his shirt off, trying and failing to work his belt. Now she couldn’t stop it, the laugh came bursting out in loud barks of joy and he looked up and smiled, shrugging helplessly.
He sounded like a child when he mumbled, “I’m stuck.”
“I know, baby. I got you.” She came forward, quickly undoing his belt and then the button of his pants. Lord, he really did reek of booze and sweat and celebration. She pressed a kiss to his chest to taste the combination. Delicious.
Sidney grunted happily and cupped the back of her head, pressing her face back towards his clammy chest. She obliged, kissing and sucking his skin along his pecs and then shoulders as he muttered incoherent things against the top of her head.
She kept up her ministrations with her mouth and used her hands to finish off his pants, letting them drop to the floor. When he tried to kick them away, he stumbled and almost fell, but Fiona kept him stable.
“Maybe we should get you into bed.”
Sidney grinned, shook his head, and leaned down to steal her breath with a kiss. Even drunk the man was a phenomenal kisser, giving her lips a wet, breathy massage as she clung to his hips. He backed her up, leaned on her slightly until she hit the wall with her back. Pinned there, he kissed down her neck, unsteady hands exploring her body over the Penguins Stanley Cup Champions t-shirt she wore.
When she peeled off the shirt, she was naked underneath and Sidney groaned. “Baby, you’re even better than the Cup.”
Fiona laughed and smacked his shoulder. “You’re a goddamn liar.”
Sidney nodded. “Okay, that was a lie. But almost. Fuck.”
He went back to kissing down her chest, humming and groaning against her skin. Fiona had been waiting for him to come back to the hotel, for their own celebration, and her body was more than ready, wet and aching for him.
“Sid…get in bed.”
“Hmm, alright. Only because my legs don’t seem to be working right.”
He peeled off of her and fell sideways towards the bed, collapsing onto his back as Fiona crawled over him. He reached for her, but she pressed his hands to the bed next to his head and then ran her palms down his chest.
“Let’s see. What should I do to show the Captain how proud I am of him?”
Sidney met her smirk with one of his own and said matter of factly, “You could suck my dick.”
Fiona nearly laughed again. “I could, yes. Would you like me to?”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want.”
His thoughts were still hazy, but he knew his beautiful girl was naked and on top of him, which was more than enough to please him. Getting nasty was just a bonus for an already perfect night. He watched her shimmy her body down his, straddling his thighs after she pulled his boxers off to reveal his erection.
She took his shaft in with both hands, stroking him gently and smiling at him as she licked her lips. When she applied that perfect mouth to the tip of his cock, his eyes closed and he sighed.
“Now that’s almost as good as the Cup.”
She stopped licking long enough to say again, “Liar.”
He kept his eyes closed and nodded once more in agreement. “Okay, I’m a liar. But I love you.”
Fiona smiled, knowing he meant this drunken confession more than his tone communicated. “Love you, too.”
She pulled his cock into her mouth, licking along his shaft with the flat of his tongue and wrapping her lips around the base of him. Sidney made tiny noises of pleasure and he thrust his hips softly in time with the pressure of her mouth. She worked him until he was close, knowing him well enough to stop before she went too far. He said she could do what she wanted and she needed him inside her.
With his cock still wet from her mouth, she slid up his body and wedged his hardness into her channel, both of them sighing. Now he looked up at her with a serious gaze.
“How does it feel to fuck a Stanley Cup Champion?”
She rested her hands on his chest and thrust her hips slowly. “You already were one when I met you.”
Sidney rolled his eyes and clutched her thighs as he panted. “Yeah, but…okay, you’re right. How does to feel to fuck the current Stanley Cup Champion?”
Fiona didn’t answer at first. She fucked him a little harder, letting her head fall back as she enjoyed the way his body was so hard and unforgiving under and inside of hers. Eventually she gasped out, “Feels pretty damn good. But I also just liked fucking the Captain of the Pens. You know I love you either way.”
Sidney let out a strangled sound and just as Fiona looked down at him, he flipped her onto her back, pressing between her thighs at a slow, measured pace. His eyes were intense and focused solely on her, starting to clear through his drunken haze. “I know you do, but you’re proud of me right?”
That was nice, knowing that no matter what he did or who he was, he still sought her approval and praise. She kissed his throat and let her hands rest on his lower back as he moved inside her. “So proud, I’ve never been prouder of anyone in my life. You earned it. All the boys did.”
Sidney grunted and pressed in harder, deeper. “Don’t mention the boys right now.”
Fiona giggled and bit his earlobe between her teeth. “Don’t worry, Captain, you’re the only one on my mind right now.”
He ended the conversation with a long kiss and Fiona melted into him. His broad body was heavy and hot against hers, his mouth a soft contrast to the hard rest of him. She felt every stroke deeply, not just physically either. Joined together in the hotel bed, there was a feeling of unity that made Fiona feel a part of this day, of the celebration. No matter what, he always ended up back here, with her, seeking out her love and attention.
And that made her heart feel light and her body respond to his touch even more. Her skin was tight, her muscles tense, her throat dry from heaving breaths.
“No, you are. So fucking amazing. I’ve been waiting for this. Please, come.” He tilted his head towards her ear and whispered, “Come for your champion.”
He was more than enough on his own, but him being hers, her champion, that was icing on the cake. A few more deep thrusts, another penetrating kiss to her mouth and Fiona came, shuddering in his arms as he soon did the same. He didn’t leave right away, but kissed her again, slowly and attentively.
When he finally rolled off of her, Fiona filled her lungs and sighed. On her back, she listened to him breath and told him. “I really am proud, Sid. You guys deserve it. No one else could have -”
She looked over and saw that he was sound asleep already, mouth open, chest rising steadily. Fiona smiled and pulled the sheet up to his chest, kissing his cheek.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, champ. Sweet dreams.”