The rumbling noise got louder, and louder, until I too was swept up in its wrath. The deafening sound continued as I was tossed around like a rag doll. It seemed to go on for an eternity, until it suddenly stopped. It was so dark, and I was losing oxygen. I heard a terrified scream next to me.
"Caitlin, Caitlin wake up," I felt someone shaking me.
I gasp as I open my eyes, I was sweating and disoriented. Then a pair of concerned hazel eyes come into focus, which I realize belong to Sid. The scream seemed to echo in my head, the little face came back to me. I just breakdown.
"Shhh... it's ok, it was just a dream," I hear him say, pulling me close to him.
I cry into his shoulder, as he tries to comfort me, before I eventually give in to my heavy eyes and fall asleep.
"Ruff."
Something cold and wet touches the back of my neck.
"Ruff."
I inhale deeply and slowly open my eyes only to see skin in front of me. His slow steady breathing told me he had yet to wake up. I look up to see his eyes closed with his long eyelashes gently touching his cheeks. His big lips were slightly parted as he breathed from his mouth. He hadn't taken a shower before we went to bed, so his hair still had gel in it. But a few curls had come loose and were falling on his forehead. It always seems to amaze me how even the toughest guy could look like a little boy when he was asleep. Not that Sidney was a tough guy, but you get my point.
"Ruff"
This time it was a little more urgent. I turn my head and look over to my other half waiting for me, his blue eyes perked up when he saw that I was awake. His thick black tail wagging slightly.
"Good Morning," I whisper to him. He licks my nose in response, causing me to laugh quietly. I look to the clock, 8:00.
"Thanks for letting me sleep in today bud, I needed it," I smile.
I carefully, and with much difficulty manage to crawl out of Sidney's firm grip on me, without waking him. I gently slip out of bed and go to my suit case to pull out some running clothes. Right now, Bran needed to go out and I needed to clear my mind, so a good run was just the thing to do that.
I walk into the bathroom, and change into warm running clothes before going back out into the room. I grab a safety pin that I found left in the bedside drawer and write a note to Sid, pinning it on my pillow. I glance over at him, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. I smile and can't resist pushing a curl off his forehead and lightly kissing his cheek.
"Ruff."
"Okay, okay. Let's go," I whisper shout to Bran who is waiting for me by the door. I grab his leash, because it's the law in a city to have your dog on a leash, not that Bran really needs one, but still. I open the door, and we're off walking through the quiet hall of the hotel filled with sleeping NHL players.
After running around Montreal for an hour, I decide to go back to the hotel room. On my run, I had thought a lot about what has happened since I met Sid, both the first and second time.
The first time I met him on the beach, I knew that I loved him, even at such a young age. And even though it hurt like hell leaving him, I needed to. I needed to discover myself, before I could completely discover love. If I had stayed with him, would I be the person I was today? Probably not. I had always taken pride in being independent, but now, I was getting lonely. I mean don't get me wrong, I was always with someone, usually a dog. But this time with Sid, waking up next to him in the morning, having dinner together, just laying on the couch together, someone to just count on to be there, it opened my eyes to what life could be. Now I wanted someone to be there. I wanted Sidney to be there.
Getting caught up in my thoughts made time fly and before I knew it, I was back at the hotel, jogging up the steps.
I slip into the room, to find it still very dark, there was not even the glow of the TV to light the room. Was he still asleep? The deep breathing from the bed answered my question. I look in to find him hugging one of my pillows. I walk over, knowing that he would want to be up by now. I sit on the bed, pulling the earphones out of my ears and setting the iPod on the nightstand, ripping the note off the pillow. I look over at him, and see that boyish image stretched out across the bed. He looked so peaceful. I resolve to let him sleep a while longer while I get a shower.
I love the feeling of the hot water running over my tense muscles, washing away my sweat. I step out of the shower and dress in a pair of fitted jeans and a soft yellow tank top. I twist my hair in a rather loose braid, and apply some lash tint before going back out into the room. To my surprise he is still asleep, I thought for sure he would wake up when I was in the shower. After all, he is an early riser and it is already 10:16. I figure I should wake him up now.
"Sidney. Sid, wake up," I say quietly, shaking his shoulder gently. He groans and turns on his other side, facing away from me. I crawl onto the bed to get closer to him.
"Come on Sid, wake up," I say a little louder.
"Nuh uh," he groans snuggling into the covers more.
Hmmm... how to get a hockey player up. I smile.
I move myself so I am straddling Sid's waist, sitting gently on his abs. I bend down slowly, and swear I see a smirk on his face, before I attach my lips to his. He inhales slowly, as his hands find their way to my hips. I can feel him smile against my lips and begin to kiss me back.
"Good Morning," I murmur as I move my lips to his jaw line.
"Morning," he responds in a sleep groggy voice.
"You were quiet the heavy sleeper, it's already quarter after 10. Rough night?" I ask, slipping off of him to lay next to him.
He looks over at me in surprise. He props himself up on his elbow, looking at me with a confused look on his face. His hazel eyes filled with concern.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Remember what?" I ask curiously.
"You woke up crying, and shaking, 4 times last night!" he says looking at me seriously.
"What?!"
"Yeah, you kept crying and telling me you kept seeing 'her face'. You mean you don't remember?"
"No," I say struggling to remember what exactly I was dreaming about. I knew who the face I was seeing belonged to, but I had absolutely no recollection of my dream. "That's strange I usually remember my dreams. I'm sorry I woke you up so much last night. Had I been conscious of the fact, I wouldn't have."
"Babe, it's ok. Stop apologizing, it not your fault."
"I know," I say looking down at my hands. Sidney slowly lifts my chin up and plants what has to
be one of the sweetest kisses I have ever received on my lips.
"Listen. I love you, and all the package you come with. Caitlin, you aren't in this alone, I'm with you 100%. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for," he replies, his face serious as he looks into my eyes.
"Thank you Sidney, for everything," I sigh moving into him.
"Do you want to talk about it?"he asks cautiously.
'Wow, is this guy for real? Did he really just ask me that?' i think to myself.
"Damn you are perfect" I whisper.
"What was that?"he asks.
"Oh, nothing. But no, I don't. I mean, I just can't anymore. I need to forget for awhile," I say in concentration.
"Ok. That's fine," he says kissing my cheek, "So you went for a run this morning, eh?"
"I thought you were asleep!" I laugh, looking up at him.
"Yeah, well, sometime after you left, I woke up and you weren't there and I saw your note. But i was just really tired so I went back to sleep," he shrugs.
"Are you still really tired?" I ask, grinning devilishly.
He looks down at me, confused for a minute, then grins upon seeing my smile.
"No, what did you have in mind?"he grins, pulling me closer.
"Well, you never helped me out of my dress like you said you would. And Mr. Crosby, you have started things a few times, but you have yet to finish," I smile, pushing myself up so that my lips are centimeters from his.
"I did promise you didn't I," he laughs.
"Yes, sir," I smile leaning in a bit closer.
"Then, maybe I should finish what I start this time," he growls before his lips crash onto mine.
"Caitlin, Caitlin wake up," I felt someone shaking me.
I gasp as I open my eyes, I was sweating and disoriented. Then a pair of concerned hazel eyes come into focus, which I realize belong to Sid. The scream seemed to echo in my head, the little face came back to me. I just breakdown.
"Shhh... it's ok, it was just a dream," I hear him say, pulling me close to him.
I cry into his shoulder, as he tries to comfort me, before I eventually give in to my heavy eyes and fall asleep.
"Ruff."
Something cold and wet touches the back of my neck.
"Ruff."
I inhale deeply and slowly open my eyes only to see skin in front of me. His slow steady breathing told me he had yet to wake up. I look up to see his eyes closed with his long eyelashes gently touching his cheeks. His big lips were slightly parted as he breathed from his mouth. He hadn't taken a shower before we went to bed, so his hair still had gel in it. But a few curls had come loose and were falling on his forehead. It always seems to amaze me how even the toughest guy could look like a little boy when he was asleep. Not that Sidney was a tough guy, but you get my point.
"Ruff"
This time it was a little more urgent. I turn my head and look over to my other half waiting for me, his blue eyes perked up when he saw that I was awake. His thick black tail wagging slightly.
"Good Morning," I whisper to him. He licks my nose in response, causing me to laugh quietly. I look to the clock, 8:00.
"Thanks for letting me sleep in today bud, I needed it," I smile.
I carefully, and with much difficulty manage to crawl out of Sidney's firm grip on me, without waking him. I gently slip out of bed and go to my suit case to pull out some running clothes. Right now, Bran needed to go out and I needed to clear my mind, so a good run was just the thing to do that.
I walk into the bathroom, and change into warm running clothes before going back out into the room. I grab a safety pin that I found left in the bedside drawer and write a note to Sid, pinning it on my pillow. I glance over at him, sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. I smile and can't resist pushing a curl off his forehead and lightly kissing his cheek.
"Ruff."
"Okay, okay. Let's go," I whisper shout to Bran who is waiting for me by the door. I grab his leash, because it's the law in a city to have your dog on a leash, not that Bran really needs one, but still. I open the door, and we're off walking through the quiet hall of the hotel filled with sleeping NHL players.
After running around Montreal for an hour, I decide to go back to the hotel room. On my run, I had thought a lot about what has happened since I met Sid, both the first and second time.
The first time I met him on the beach, I knew that I loved him, even at such a young age. And even though it hurt like hell leaving him, I needed to. I needed to discover myself, before I could completely discover love. If I had stayed with him, would I be the person I was today? Probably not. I had always taken pride in being independent, but now, I was getting lonely. I mean don't get me wrong, I was always with someone, usually a dog. But this time with Sid, waking up next to him in the morning, having dinner together, just laying on the couch together, someone to just count on to be there, it opened my eyes to what life could be. Now I wanted someone to be there. I wanted Sidney to be there.
Getting caught up in my thoughts made time fly and before I knew it, I was back at the hotel, jogging up the steps.
I slip into the room, to find it still very dark, there was not even the glow of the TV to light the room. Was he still asleep? The deep breathing from the bed answered my question. I look in to find him hugging one of my pillows. I walk over, knowing that he would want to be up by now. I sit on the bed, pulling the earphones out of my ears and setting the iPod on the nightstand, ripping the note off the pillow. I look over at him, and see that boyish image stretched out across the bed. He looked so peaceful. I resolve to let him sleep a while longer while I get a shower.
I love the feeling of the hot water running over my tense muscles, washing away my sweat. I step out of the shower and dress in a pair of fitted jeans and a soft yellow tank top. I twist my hair in a rather loose braid, and apply some lash tint before going back out into the room. To my surprise he is still asleep, I thought for sure he would wake up when I was in the shower. After all, he is an early riser and it is already 10:16. I figure I should wake him up now.
"Sidney. Sid, wake up," I say quietly, shaking his shoulder gently. He groans and turns on his other side, facing away from me. I crawl onto the bed to get closer to him.
"Come on Sid, wake up," I say a little louder.
"Nuh uh," he groans snuggling into the covers more.
Hmmm... how to get a hockey player up. I smile.
I move myself so I am straddling Sid's waist, sitting gently on his abs. I bend down slowly, and swear I see a smirk on his face, before I attach my lips to his. He inhales slowly, as his hands find their way to my hips. I can feel him smile against my lips and begin to kiss me back.
"Good Morning," I murmur as I move my lips to his jaw line.
"Morning," he responds in a sleep groggy voice.
"You were quiet the heavy sleeper, it's already quarter after 10. Rough night?" I ask, slipping off of him to lay next to him.
He looks over at me in surprise. He props himself up on his elbow, looking at me with a confused look on his face. His hazel eyes filled with concern.
"You mean you don't remember?"
"Remember what?" I ask curiously.
"You woke up crying, and shaking, 4 times last night!" he says looking at me seriously.
"What?!"
"Yeah, you kept crying and telling me you kept seeing 'her face'. You mean you don't remember?"
"No," I say struggling to remember what exactly I was dreaming about. I knew who the face I was seeing belonged to, but I had absolutely no recollection of my dream. "That's strange I usually remember my dreams. I'm sorry I woke you up so much last night. Had I been conscious of the fact, I wouldn't have."
"Babe, it's ok. Stop apologizing, it not your fault."
"I know," I say looking down at my hands. Sidney slowly lifts my chin up and plants what has to
be one of the sweetest kisses I have ever received on my lips.
"Listen. I love you, and all the package you come with. Caitlin, you aren't in this alone, I'm with you 100%. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for," he replies, his face serious as he looks into my eyes.
"Thank you Sidney, for everything," I sigh moving into him.
"Do you want to talk about it?"he asks cautiously.
'Wow, is this guy for real? Did he really just ask me that?' i think to myself.
"Damn you are perfect" I whisper.
"What was that?"he asks.
"Oh, nothing. But no, I don't. I mean, I just can't anymore. I need to forget for awhile," I say in concentration.
"Ok. That's fine," he says kissing my cheek, "So you went for a run this morning, eh?"
"I thought you were asleep!" I laugh, looking up at him.
"Yeah, well, sometime after you left, I woke up and you weren't there and I saw your note. But i was just really tired so I went back to sleep," he shrugs.
"Are you still really tired?" I ask, grinning devilishly.
He looks down at me, confused for a minute, then grins upon seeing my smile.
"No, what did you have in mind?"he grins, pulling me closer.
"Well, you never helped me out of my dress like you said you would. And Mr. Crosby, you have started things a few times, but you have yet to finish," I smile, pushing myself up so that my lips are centimeters from his.
"I did promise you didn't I," he laughs.
"Yes, sir," I smile leaning in a bit closer.
"Then, maybe I should finish what I start this time," he growls before his lips crash onto mine.
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