Stockholm Syndrome

I spent the next two days by myself, trying to get my head in the game. Competition day crept up fast but unlike last time I was feeling steady and calm. I saw Sidney briefly the night before when he wished me good luck. Practice went well and I was oozing with confidence. Halfpipe was my forte and I was ready to defend Vancouver’s gold medal. The vibe had felt totally different than last time but in a good way. I wasn’t an Olympic rookie this time around. I was also excited to have Sidney cheering me on in person. The competition begins and I’m last on the list to go.

“Okay kid, let’s start this off beautifully. Nice clean run first. Just like we practiced.” They call my name I head outside. I look down at the pipe and I see fans pooled on the sides and at the bottom. I shuffle the music on my phone until hear Where The Wild Things Are by Bryce Vine and wait for the official to say go. He nods and me and Bud do our handshake and I drop in. I start with simple melon to fakie then move to do a switch backside 720. I ride back up the pipe and pull a backside 900. I pickup speed and pull an alley-oop backside 540. With two tricks left I try a backside 540 and land it cleanly. I gain momentum for the last trick and easily pull an inverted frontside 720. Perfect. That run was flawless. I ride to the bottom and wait my score. I need an 89.50 or higher to get into first. My score flashes up on the screen and it’s a 91.75. First place. I smile and wave to the crowd and head back up. I wait at the top in the top watching the monitor closely, waiting to see who knocks me off the top. Each girl goes one by one and they either fall or put up a score lower then mine. I taste blood in my mouth and notice I’ve bit a hole in my cheek. Soon the last girl gets up and heads outside to get ready to drop in. Me and Bud are the only ones left in the tent and our eyes are glued to the screen.

“Here we go kid, last one,” Bud says rubbing my shoulders. The Australian girl drops in and starts pulling some technical tricks. She makes it to the bottom without falling and I know it’s going to be close. Even if she does beat me that means I’ll still get silver. We anxiously await her score from up top and I see it flashing on the screen. A 91.50.

“YOU DID IT KID!” Coach yells wrapping me in a bear hug. I let the news sink in I start jumping up and down and screaming hysterically. They call my name and I regain my composure.
“Go enjoy that victory lap. You deserve it,” Coach says hugging me again. We go out front and the official gives me the nod. Bud and I do our handshake and I drop in, ready to have some fun. I pull a mctwist for fun but mainly just do simple spins with silly grabs. I get to the bottom and the cameras are in my face. I hug the two other girls and I smile and wave to the camera. They lead us over to the podium and I climb to the top. My heart feels like it’s going to explode and I can’t catch my breath. The official comes over and places the gold medal over my head and shakes my hand. I get a bouquet and I smile and wave to the crowd. Once they tell us we can come down, a swarm of cameras ambush me and I do several interviews. After what seems like hours I’m finally allowed to leave. I grab my snowboard and go racing into the crowd looking for Sidney.

“Phoenix!” I hear him yell from far away. I scan the crowd and soon find him waving. I start running and I drop my board along the way. I dodge people left and right until I finally make it to him. I launch myself in his arms and he picks me up and spins me around. We have a crowd of people watching us but I don’t care. I kiss him with everything I have in me. We finally pull apart and the crowd is clapping.

“You’re crying,” he says while wiping away tears.

“I’m so happy!” I exclaim.

“I’m so proud of you Phoenix. God I can’t even begin to tell you how in awe of you I am.” I jump down and hug him.

“Pretty sure this is yours” I hear Carl say. I turn around and him, Bobbie and my dad are standing there with my snowboard. “Congratulations sis, you killed it!” he says hugging me. I give everyone a group hug and start screaming again. We start walking and I see Sidney’s family.

“Congratulations Phoenix that was so exciting!” Trina says embracing me.

“That was so cool. You were amazing,” Taylor says, joining in on the hug.

“That was really something,” Troy says patting my shoulder.

“So what now kiddo?” my dad asks.

“Honestly, I want McDonalds.” I reply. Everyone laughs and we head to the Russian McDonalds.

I spent the couple weeks there watching other events. Team Canada had advanced in the tournament all the way to the gold medal game against Sweden. My heart was torn, I loved Sidney and Team Canada but I couldn’t betray my country I was just happy they were both going home with a medal. I sat with both Sidney’s family and mine in the stands and I was repping a yellow Hagelin jersey. I had secretly bought a Team Canada Crosby jersey and wore it under my Team Sweden jersey. Underneath of my jersey’s I had my medals, afraid to be apart from them for too long. With seven minutes left in the first, Toews gave Canada a 1-0 lead. In the second, Sidney got the puck off a turnover and got it past Lundqvist’s skates. I jumped in the air and screamed and people started staring. I realized how weird it must look me cheering for Canada while wearing a Team Sweden jersey. I sit back down and Troy laughs at me. My dad and Bobbie were not happy that Sweden was down 2-0. Nine minutes into the third, Kunitz scored giving Team Canada some breathing room. The game soon ended and Carey Price got the shut out. I knew Canada was good but I didn’t realize how good. Bobbie was in a sour mood for the rest of the day but I was proud of both teams. I stood up and cheered when both Sidney and Carl got their medals.
We go and wait for Carl and Sidney to shower and get changed. Carl comes out first and I hug him.

“I’m so proud of my twins. You both medalled and you made your pops proud,” my dad says hugging both of us.

“Twinning,” me and Carl both say at the same time. I wink and head over to the Crosby’s where I anxiously await Sidney.
I’m talking to Trina when I feel an arm snake around me. I turn around and see Sidney standing there, his hair still wet from the shower.

“Not bad Crosby! I’m proud of you,” I say hugging him. I pull away and let his family hug him too.

“Nice goal bro,” Taylor says.

“I’m proud of you son,” Troy adds.

“That goal was really something,” Trina agrees.

“You should of seen Phoenix when you scored, she was the loudest cheerer and she was wearing a Team Sweden jersey.” Troy says laughing.

“Yeah, yeah I’m a traitor. But you guys could of let Sweden score once,” I say.

“Hey that was all Price.” Sidney says shrugging. We all get something to eat before retreating for the night. Sidney drags me to the Canada residence. We walk in and there’s players all hanging out with each other and their significant others. He leads me to his room which looks the exactly like mine. He closes the door and pulls onto his lap on his bed. We start making out and then I suddenly remember he has a roommate.

“What about Shea?” I ask pulling away.

“We get 30 minutes.” He smiles. I stand up and take my pants and thong off. I pull the Sweden jersey off of me revealing the Canada jersey.

“You had this on the whole time?” he asks surprised. I nod and go to take it off but he stops me.

“You want me to wear your jersey while you fuck me don’t you?” I say smiling. He nods and kisses me again. I slowly undress him until he’s naked. He tells me to turn around and I get on all fours on the bed. I feel him put the tip of his cock at my wet entrance. He circles it around until I’m moaning.

“Ugh babe, please.” I moan. I need to feel every inch of him and I’m not sure I can wait much longer.

“Please what?”

“Please Captain,” I assume he liked my response because he slams into suddenly. I cry out and adjust to his size and he slowly starts pumping in and out of me. I savour the feeling of fullness I get from him. I lean forward onto my elbows so that my ass is in the air. He grips it tightly leaving tiny indentations from his nails.

“Mmmm faster,” I say breathlessly. He tightly grabs my waist and he begins hammering into me, hitting my g-spot each time. I cry out into the mattress and I come loudly, tightening around him. I hear him groan and feel him empty inside of me. He pulls out of me and leans back on the bed, breathless. I sit across the bed from him and smile.
“Nice shift Captain,” I say, breathlessly.

“That jersey looks good on you,” he replies.

“I’m the first girl you’ve fucked that’s worn your jersey?” I ask.

“Actually you are. You’re the only girl I want wearing my jersey while I fuck her. But it’s the girl I’m more interested in, not the jersey.” He reaches over and pulls the jersey over my head revealing my medals. “I’m pretty sure you promised me you’d ride me wearing nothing but you’re medals.” I lean forward and start stroking him.

“I did say that.” He sits up and I lower myself on to him. I gently start to rock my hips back and forth and he starts planting wet kisses on my neck. I gradually pick my speed and my medals start clinking together. I push Sidney back and lean down to kiss him. I sit back up and really start riding him. Sidney looks up and I can tell he’s enjoying to the view. He reaches in between us and starts rubbing my clit. I sigh and I can feel my orgasm building. Sidney leans his head back and moans.

“Yes Phoenix, just like that.” He continues rubbing my clit and I fall apart, my body clenching around him. I ride him through it and he soon follows suit. I collapse on top and I feel him go soft inside of me. He rubs my back and wait for our breaths to even out.

“I just want to be good enough for you. I want you to proud to be with me,” I say quietly. He sits up with me still in his lap and moves my hair from my face.

“Phoenix what are you talking about. I’m so incredibly proud of you. You accomplished such incredible feats and not only that, I’m proud of the person that you are. Sometimes I think you’re too good for me,” he says quietly. Sidney Crosby thinks I’m too good for him? Ha that’s a funny joke.

“You’re not serious?” I say, tracing his cheekbone with my thumb.

“You’re incredible. You’re so sexy and unbelievably smart and wickedly talented. Every guy wants you. You’re my dream girl and I don’t know what I did to get lucky enough to deserve you. Please don’t ever doubt yourself. I love you, remember that.” He places a soft chaste kiss on my lips then looks at his watch. “Our time’s up,” he says rubbing his nose against mine. We get up and get dressed and head downstairs. A bunch of the guys start clapping when they see us and Sidney turns the colour of his red Team Canada jacket. “I knew you couldn’t keep your mouth shut,” Sidney says to Shea.

“Way to go Cap. Get yours” P.K. says smiling.

“Hey Phoenix congrats on the medals. That’s awesome,” Patrick Sharp tells me. I tell him thank you and Sidney walks me back to my residence.

“Well I guess this is goodbye for now,” I say sadly. I left for Sweden the next day for a six-week media tour and I knew it was going to be a crazy whirlwind.

“Just for a month. Plus you gotta hurry back, I’m sure Rocky misses you.” I had finally convinced Beau to feed Rocky while I was away. No else wanted to do it so I told Beau he could instagram a picture with my medals when I got back if he did it. After a long embrace, I kissed Sidney goodbye and headed up to my room to pack. I was going to miss this little room. Even the awful bathroom that had almost made me miss finals. I had taken a picture of the butchered door and instagrammed it and told the entire story in the caption. I crawled into bet and mentally prepared myself for hell that was about to unfold.

Notes

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