Chapter Eleven
"I'm never going to live that down you know," Sidney said, barely getting Michael through the door before he began tearing her clothes off. It had been so long since he touched her body that it became painful.
"I want to tell my dad," Michael gasped, feeling Sidney's breath on her body.
"Now?" Sidney stopped long enough to realize Michael meant figuratively.
"No," Michael said pushing Sidney onto the couch straddling the bulge beneath her. "Later." Michael ground her body deeper into Sidney's lap, feeling his pulse throb between his thighs. "I am so sorry, I was acting like such a baby."
Sidney groaned burying his face into Michael's chest. "Don't leave me like that again. I don't like the other Michael."
Sidney's scent was intoxicating. Michael couldn't understand how she had been able to walk away from him for so long. His presence had her in a frenzy, shaking with desire. They clawed at one another, climbing each others bodies, trying to fill the hole their absence created. Sidney drove himself deeper into Michael thrusting harder with every pump. He wanted to punish her with pleasure, make her cry out that she needed him, and she did.
Sidney bowed his head, knowing the punishment he was about to endure. The halls to the locker room were lined with newspaper, featuring his picture on the front page...in a full ballerina stance. A reporter had been in the lounge, catching the whole performance between Michael and Sidney. "Here we go," Sidney thought as he took a deep breath and opened the door to the locker room. All Sid could do was laugh as he was greeted by a team full of men singing Elton John's Tiny Dancer. The torment continued on the ice as the life size cut out of dancing Sidney appeared in goal.
"Hey," Letang said, skating past Sidney on one leg like a figure skating ballerina, "are you coming tonight?"
"Yeah, where," Sidney said, remembering Michael had mentioned some of the guys wanting her to bring her friends to the clubs with them.
"To the Diesel Club, after the game," Kris said, spinning to a stop. "Your ballerina is coming, bringing a bunch of her friends." Kris's eyebrows raised up and down at the thought. "Hot dancers all for us!"
"Sure," Sidney said, with a smile.
"Just, shut up around Dan," Kris said, putting his arm around Sid, "He doesn't know we are taking Michael out tonight. I've got dibs on that sweet ass." Kris said, skating away with a foxy grin on his face before Sid could get a word in edge wise. And for the first time ever, Sidney felt like he wanted to punch a teammate.
The business end of the arena was the last place Sidney wanted to be after his display in the paper. He tried to avoid Dan throughout practice unless he was with one of his linesmen. He didn't want to have to engage in idol chit chat in fear of the picture being brought up. He wasn't ashamed of it, Sidney just didn't want to have to lie about his relationship to Dan again. But Dan's office was just before Mario's, so the meeting was inevitable.
"Sid," Dan said, calling from his office, "come in for a moment."
The entrance to Dan's office was like the Green Mile. Sidney was sure Dan figured him out from the picture in the paper.
"I spoke with Michael today," Dan said, giving Sidney a peculiar stare.
"Gulp," Sidney thought.
"She told me what you did for her at the hospital yesterday," Dan said with a smile, "Thanks. She needed that."
"No problem," Sidney said, internally sighing with relief. "She looked like she was drowning. I thought I would help her out. Anyone of us would have done it."
"So," Dan said, giving Sidney a look, "Michael said you were friends." It was not a question.
"Yeah," Sidney said, trying to sidestep the question. "We met at the Christmas party, and then when Nathalie had her over for dinner." Sidney felt Dan's eyes glare into his, knowing all along that he'd been sleeping with his daughter, making love to his daughter, in love with his daughter.
"OK then," Dan said, still giving Sidney that damn look like he knew he was holding something back. See you tonight. Oh, and 87," Dan said, stopping Sid from escaping, "leave your tu-tu at home."
Sidney laughed a forced chuckle, "Sure Dan, thanks."
The limo Kris Letang sent picked the girls up at the ballet at ten thirty, as promised. Michael was still rethinking the provocative white top that was practically see through in the light. Natasha said she needed to look older than eighteen in the clubs, especially around the hockey players, which meant no bras allowed.
Outside of Allen, only Michael's friend Lauren knew about Sidney. Michael was worried that one of the dancers might try to make a move towards Sid. They agreed to tell her dad about their relationship that Sunday, over dinner, which meant Michael was to keep her hands off Sidney, in public, until then.
"Aren't you going to dance?" Natasha said, moving provocitally around Sidney, letting him know she wasn't afraid of his body.
"Sid doesn't dance," Malkin said to the adoring Russian, "He like a moose on the dance floor. Let me show you how it's done."
Michael looked at Sidney as her crowd dispersed onto the floor. "Come out later," she said with a wicked smile, "I'll show you how it's done."
Sid sat in the booth, taking back drink after drink, watching his friends circle like vultures around Michael. The lights shone a cascade of nipple through her shirt, and his tolerance for his disappearance from her side was dwindling. His mind circled around the thought that in a few short days, it would all be public and he would be able to be properly represented at her side.
"You don't like any these girls?" Malkin said as he slid into the both next to Sid.
"Yeah, maybe, a little too much," Sid said under his breath.
"Just pick one and dance. They no care you look like ass." Malkin said, roaring like a bear. "They go bed with you anyways. You are Sid."
Sidney couldn't take it anymore, watching not just his friends, but all the other guys in the room staring Michael down, watching her body glimmer in the lights.
"Listen, I know you have girlfriend, but Em no here tonight. She never know." Malkin said, slapping Sid on the back.
Sidney shook his head, sliding out of the booth.
"Hey, where you going?" Malkin said, holding an empty glass indicating he wanted another.
"I'm going to dance with my girlfriend," Sid said, not looking back for a response.
Michael caught Sidney's eyes as he walked towards her on the dance floor, motioning with his finger for her to come to him. She stopped dancing as the smile spread over her lips, carrying her closer to him. They stood silent on the middle of the dance floor, on display for the whole room to see.
"Remember the first night I kissed you," Sidney said, pulling Michael closer.
"Yes," Michael said , zeroing in on Sidney's lips.
"I'm going to do that again." Sidney put his mouth to Michael's erasing any doubt that any other man in that room had any chance with her. He kissed her long and he kissed her hard. The music changed and the statement was made. Michael slipped into Sidney's arms for the rest of the night, entwining her body with his, dancing with Sidney, closer than anyone she had ever danced with before.
Sidney didn't find it strange that all his teammates needed to relieve themselves at the exact time as he did.
"What the hell , Tiny Dancer!" Jordan said, slapping Sid on the back, "are you trying to fuck the coach's daughter!"
"Damn it Sid," Kennedy said relieving himself next to him. "Dan's going to kill you. He's going to kill us for taking her out, and he's going to kill you for fucking her!"
"I'm not trying to do anything," Sid said, allowing his grin to creep it's way out, "I've been doing that for months. Em is really Michael."
"What the fuck," Kris said, slugging Sid in the shoulder, "Now you've crossed the line. You don't just fuck the coach's daughter."
"Hold on, I'm not just fucking the coach's daughter," Sidney said, lowering his voice. "I'm in love with her."
"What the hell," Kris said, "does Dan know?" Kris started laughing, "She's the girl that made you late for the road trip?"
"No, Dan doesn't know, yet, and yeah, that was her." Sidney's face blushed like any man's shouldn't. "It was all her."
"Oh come on, it not so bad," Malkin said, taking Sid's side. "Sid not a man whore like you Kris, Dan be OK." The Russian towered over Sidney, putting his arm around his friend. "Sid need sex anyways. He begin to be pussy on ice."