Stockholm Syndrome

Sidney was disappointed about being eliminated from playoffs but I kept reminding him about our great offseason coming up. We spent a few weeks in Sweden before flying to Las Vegas for the NHL Awards. Sidney had won the Art Ross but was also up for the Hart Memorial Trophy and the Ted Lindsay trophy.

“What do you think about this dress? There’s a lot of boob action going on,” I ask him while standing in front of the mirror in our hotel room.

“I think you look amazing,” he says, his eyes clouded with lust. I was wearing a hot pink strapless dress and my long black hair was in loose waves around my shoulders.

“Let’s go. We’re going to be late,” I say grabbing my clutch.
We make our way in the arena and we’re immediately ushered to the red carpet. I let Sidney go first and a dozen cameras start flashing. He nods for me to join and I stand beside him, smiling for the camera. After what feels like forever we finally find our seats and the show starts. George Stromboulopoulos was the host and I anxiously wait for the Ted Lindsay award to be announced. Finally they introduce the award and show the montages of Claude Giroux, Ryan Getzlaf and Sidney. Ted Lindsay and Eric Stonestreet open the case and they announce Sidney’s name. He gives me a quick peck on the lips before heading on stage. He thanks Ryan and Claude and the NHLPA. He mentions other names and the Penguins organization. He mentions his family and he thanks me for always being there for him. Everyone starts clapping and I’m smiling from ear to ear. He comes back and sits down next to me and I squeeze his hand. The Hart Memorial Trophy is introduced and Mark Messier opens the case and announces Sidney’s name. I hug him and he goes on stage for the second time that night. His speech is similar to the first one and I clap proudly. The ceremony ends and I head backstage with Sidney to get pictures with his trophies. They take solo pictures and once again Sidney gives me the nod to join him. He’s got the biggest smile on his face and my heart swells with pride. Even after being with him for over a year I still couldn’t get over how talented he was. We head to the after party where I meet wags from all over the NHL. After a few too many cocktails, Sidney takes me back to the hotel room.

“I cannot believe you won three trophies,” I say smiling.

“Technically four,” he says smiling.

“What’s the fourth?”

“You.”

“You’re so cheesy. But I love it,” I say pinning him down on the bed.

“I’m serious. I won a lot trophies but the rest of the players were jealous I won you.”
I get undressed quickly and start to undress Sidney. I crush my lips against his and he pulls me closer. Our tongues dance and I moan into his mouth. He finishes taking off the rest of his clothes and climbs on top of me. He presses his lips against mine and his fingers find my clit. He inserts two fingers and I deepen our kiss. He works his fingers and I bite the thin skin on his neck. He pulls his fingers out and enters me slowly.

“Mmm yes,” I say appreciatively. He thrusts and I lift my hips to meet each thrust. He hits my g-spot and I feel the familiar tingling sensation start deep in my stomach. A few thrusts later I’m in pure ecstasy, contracting around him. He tenses and I feel him empty his load inside of me. He pulls out of me and we lay there staring at each other.

“I’m really proud of you Sidney,” I say quietly.

“Thanks Phoenix,” he replies smiling. I wrap myself around him and relish in the post-coital bliss.

We arrived in Cole Harbour a few days later and I was happy to have some time to relax.

“We’re going to my parents for supper,” Sidney informs me. I lay on the hammock in the backyard with my IPod.

“Copy that.” I reply. He lies down beside me and I give him an earphone.

“Who’s this?” he asks.

“Misterwives. They were playing the first time you texted me.”

“You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things. I remember the outfit I was wearing the first time you kissed me. I remember what shirt you were wearing the day you told me you loved me and I remember the score of the game the day that we first slept together.”

“Should I remember these things?” he asks worriedly.

“No,” I laugh.

“Photographic memory must be nice,”

“Carl says I cheated my way through school because I could memorize everything.”

“That’s one way of looking at it. But you can’t really cheat your way through math can you?”

“Unless I steal the test answers no.” We sit there in silence listening to the song until I get a text from Taylor saying she’s excited to see us. We get up and head to Sidney’s parents house for supper.

“So what are your plans for the summer?” Troy asks us at supper.

“Well Sidney has training in L.A, Colorado and Halifax. We still have the ESPY’s and Sidney has a Gatorade commercial to film,” I reply.

“Yeah and Phoenix has promotional stuff to do for Burton and Under Armour and her friend asked her to be in a movie,” Sidney adds.

“Do you two ever just chill?” Taylor asks in disbelief.

“A movie?” Trina asks.

“Yeah Red Bull is producing it. It’s a snowboarding documentary. It’s supposed to be a really big deal,” I say while eating my steak.

“Wow. Well congratulations. You’ll have to tell us when it’s out so we can watch it.”

“How long are you here for?” Taylor asks.

“A couple of weeks,” Sidney replies. We spend the rest of the evening enjoying the company before retreating to our house.

Notes

Sorry this is short