a/n: my gift to you all! thank you for loving these guys as much as i do 🥺
tw: minor injury, blood mention, oral (m receiving)
word count: 5.2k
summary: after nova has a little accident at the arena, sid wants to make sure she’s taken care of
Sid’s the last one out of the locker room and he’s expecting Nova to be waiting for him so he can drive her back to his place. The team has a rare day off tomorrow and Sid wants to wake up to her tucked against his chest, even if it means her hair will be covering his nose and mouth.
She’s usually waiting in the hallway, leaned up against the wall across from the locker room doors, ankles crossed and a smile on her lips while she teases him about the awful smell of the locker room. Last week, she’d had an ice cream sprinkle stuck to her chin and in an uncharacteristic move, Sid had licked it off before kissing her. Sid’s finding that Nova makes him act up in ways he never would’ve before. It still makes him nervous sometimes, but he’s learning to get out of his little box and let loose. It’s the only way he’s going to keep Nova and keep her happy.
Especially now that they’ve gotten back together again. Admittedly, he’d been wrong to head off to Worlds without letting her know, but he’s also not used to running his plans by anyone else. He’s learning flexibility and how to fold Nova into his life. He’s been on his own for so long it’s hard to remember that there’s another person’s thoughts and feelings and schedule to consider. They’re both figuring it out together.
She’s not waiting for him though and that’s weird. He knows she was at the game - she’d sent a selfie with Iceburgh before warmups - so he wonders if she got caught up talking to someone. His girl can talk to a wall.
Shouldering his bag, Sid tries calling her, but the phone rings out to voicemail. He frowns at nothing and leaves a message, “hey, it’s me. I’m done, where are you?”
While he waits for Nova to return his call, Sid shoots her a text too: Waiting for you outside the locker room. Where are you?
When there’s nothing for a few more minutes, Sid starts to get worried. His hearts sinks into his stomach and he wishes he had taken Nova seriously when she jokingly suggested sharing locations so she could stalk and text him when he was near her favorite coffee shop. He’s still lingering by the locker room even though the arena has to be empty of everyone but staff at this point, maybe a few lingering fans in the main atrium.
He’s half ready to find security and see if they know anything when his phone vibrates with a text from Nova: mercy er waiting for an x ray 😅
Sid has to read the message twice for it to sink in and when it does, the initial gut-sinking feeling is replaced with exasperated amusement.
He heads for his car while he types: Funny. If you wanted to leave the game early, you should’ve just told me so I didn’t wait around.
It takes a second for the message to send from the depths of the arena’s parking garage, but by the time Sid gets to his car, his phone is vibrating in his hand with an incoming call from Nova.
“Hey,” he laughs dryly, “are you at my place or yours?”
There’s a little ambient noise on Nova’s end of the call. She snorts a laugh and sounds tired when she says, “I told you. I’m at the Mercy ER. Have been for like two hours now.”
“Wait, seriously?” Sid’s in disbelief. He listens closer to the background noise and it does sort of sounds like a Grey’s Anatomy episode. He hears a name that’s not Nova’s get called and some kind of alarm. “What happened? Are you okay?”
His heart sinks to his stomach and he’s already setting the car’s GPS in Mercy’s direction. The call lags for a second as his phone connects to the car’s Bluetooth.
“Mm,” Nova hums and Sid can hear the eye roll in her raspy tone, “I took a little fall. I’m fine, I swear.”
“Clearly not, if you’re in the ER,” Sid grumbles. “You didn’t get checked out here?” He pulls out of the garage with a wave at the security guard. He’s not going to be stopping for the fans, which he does feel a little bad about, but Nova takes priority.
“I did,” Nova assures him. “But I’m pretty sure I broke my wrist, so, you know, there’s only so much Mark can do at the arena.”
Sid makes a noise of acknowledgement at the name drop of one of the arena’s medical staff and pulls out into traffic. “I’ll be there in ten, are you in a room? Have you been seen?”
“I did intake a while ago,” Nova huffs. “Go home though, don’t worry about it. It could be a minute and I’m sure you’re tired.”
She sounds exhausted and there’s an edge to her tone that Sid knows is her trying to hide her pain. There’s no world where he lets her sit in the ER alone, especially when he has the day off tomorrow. And he tells her so, heart squeezing slightly when she returns with a soft little, “thanks, Sid.”
“Anytime, honey,” he chuckles. “I’ll be there soon, okay?”
Nova hums again and Sid feels awful hanging up on her even though he’s going to see her in just a few minutes.
——
With a nondescript black baseball hat pulled low on his head, Sid makes his way to the reception desk in the ER. It’s crowded - more than a few people in yellow and black Penguins gear making Sid wonder just how rowdy the crowd got tonight. He waits patiently until it’s his turn and the older woman at the desk barely spares him a glance before asking, “what can we help you with?”
“My girlfriend,” Sid says quietly, “Nova Kincaid, she’s been waiting in the back. Can I go see her?”
He tries not to get too impatient while it takes her a minute to look up Nova’s information. Sid’s also acutely aware that the longer he stays in public, the more likely it is that someone notices and recognizes him. It’s not that he minds when fans come up to him, it’s just that he doesn’t want anything to delay him getting to Nova’s side. And he also doesn’t want any sightings of him in public with Nova. Their relationship is private - the way he likes it - and being seen in the emergency room is not how he wants to get the gossip mill going.
“She’s at curtain 8,” the woman says, pausing and then smiling slightly, “go ahead back, Mr. Crosby.”
“Oh,” Sid’s mildly taken aback. He rubs at the back of his neck and grins a little sheepishly. “I - uh -“
“Don’t worry,” she laughs, “secret’s safe with me. Good game tonight.”
Sid chuckles and taps the countertop twice, “thanks. I appreciate it.” He slips through the doors and readjusts the hat on his head, scanning the emergency room for curtain 8 and beelining once he spots it.
Pulling the curtain back, Sid’s entire body releases the tension it’s been holding when he sees Nova reclined on a bed. Her eyes are shut, but they fly open when the metal rings scrape against the track.
“Hi,” she breathes, her shoulders visibly dropping from around her ears.
“Hey there,” Sid’s at her side in two strides, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on her thigh. “How’re you feeling?”
He’s scanning her body from the top of her disheveled ponytail, catching on the gauze patch taped to her temple, a few drops of dried blood on her cheek. There’s a faint bruise on her cheekbone and a glazed look in her eyes that Sid doesn’t love. Her left wrist is splinted and she’s cradling it to her chest with her right hand, one leg bent at the knee. The leather jacket she’d been wearing earlier is draped at the bottom of the bed and the vintage Penguins shirt he knows she stole from her dad is wrinkled beyond belief.
“Exhausted,” she murmurs, blinking slowly. Her voice is extra raspy, rougher than usual. “Painkillers kicked in so I’m just, I dunno? Achy?”
Sid reaches out and brushes his fingers over the gauze pad, moving stray wisps of hair off of Nova’s forehead. He frowns, “what’s under here?”
“Ten stitches,” Nova laughs faintly. “Fun fact, I’m not good with the whole stitching up my face thing. I almost fainted.”
“Shit, Nova,” Sid’s eyebrows lift on his forehead. “You should’ve -“
“Waited for you?” She interrupts him with a cock of her head. “Pretty hard to do when you’re on the ice, baby. It was fine. I’m just waiting on an x-ray for the wrist, but I’m almost positive it’s broken.”
Her fingers look black and blue under the splint and she’s not moving her arm at all, so Sid’s confident that it’s broken too. But he keeps looking at the bandage on her head.
“I’m glad you came though,” Nova says quietly, rolling her head on the pillow. Sid’s fingers squeeze gently on her thigh and he smiles shakily.
“Of course I came,” he rubs his thumb in an arc. “I wish I had known earlier. You didn’t call your parents or Maggie?”
Nova blows a raspberry with her mouth, making Sid laugh. “Maggie hates hospitals, like to the point of panic attacks,” she winces sympathetically. “And my parents are out of town. I’m a big girl, Sid, I can find my way home.”
He rolls his eyes at her. “Yeah, I know that, honey,” he glances pointedly at her head, “but isn’t it nice to have someone come take care of you?”
“Mhm,” Nova hums, a little smirk on her face, “especially when that someone is so handsome with his porn star mustache.”
Sid rubs a hand over his mouth, briefly hiding the mustache he’s been sporting for a week or so now. Nova grumbles until he moves his hand from his face, blessing him with a delighted smile that erases the exhaustion lines on her face.
“Stop calling it that,” Sid mutters, glad that she’s still got her same personality. She shakes her head and winces, Sid’s concern levels ratcheting up another degree. “Did the doctor say anything about a concussion?”
Nova shrugs. “I barely even saw a doctor,” she wiggles in the bed, wincing again when her wrist is jostled. “They were definitely more concerned with patching up my face.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sid mutters, annoyed with the level of care Nova’s received. She should’ve said something at the arena, been seen by the team doctors. He gets up from the bed, ready to stomp out into the emergency room and find a doctor. “You need to get that checked out. If it’s a concussion - how did you hit your head when you fell?”
With her face crinkled up in concern, Nova shakes her head a little. “I don’t - I’m not sure? I caught myself,” she grimaces and gestures to her left wrist with her right, “hence the break. But I didn’t even realize I had the cut until one of the security guys had a wad of napkins pressed to my face. Sid, where are you -“
“Finding a doctor,” he says, pushing back the curtain. His shoulders are set stiffly. “This is - I want to know what’s happening and why you’ve been waiting so long.”
He nearly crashes into a dark haired doctor coming into the curtained off area and Nova winces when Sid grunts and tosses up his hands to steady both himself and the doctor.
“Holy shit!” Nova watches as the doctor, who had done her stitches earlier, widens his bright blue eyes in recognition. She chews at her lower lip as he continues. “You’re Sidney Crosby! It’s an honor, man. I mean, what you’ve been doing this season is just - wow! I’m a huge fan!”
Sid’s eyes narrow and he can’t hide the frown that replaces the usual mellow expression he gets when interacting with fans in the wild. His tone is sharp and icy when he replies, “thanks. I’m a huge fan of doctors doing their jobs. Does my girlfriend have a concussion or not?”
It’s blunt to the point of rudeness and Nova feels a little kick of embarrassment at his behavior.
“Sid,” Nova calls his name sharply and he turns, an unapologetic look on his face. To the doctor, she manages a tight smile, “sorry about him.”
“Oh man, no worries!” The doctor lifts his hands in the universal sign for surrender, displaying a couple of beaded bracelets on his left wrist. Nova feels awful that she can’t remember his name. And then she’s immediately worried that means she has actual head trauma. “He’s Sidney Crosby, he can say whatever he wants.”
Sid’s arms are crossed over his chest, angry scowl set firmly in place. He’s back at Nova’s side and the doctor pulls up a rolling stool next to the bed.
“Yeah, please don’t encourage that,” Nova mutters. Sid drops his hand to her shoulder and squeezes gently, prompting her to roll her eyes up at him. “You definitely are not allowed to say whatever you want.”
“We can fight about that later,” Sid smirks at her. To the doctor, he repeats himself, “concussion or not? Was she given an evaluation?”
“Based on her symptoms when she came in,” he’s flipping through Nova’s chart, dark hair flopping over his forehead, “there wasn’t a real concern about a serious concussion. The cut on her forehead wasn’t too deep and she wasn’t complaining about any nausea or double vision. I can do another evaluation now, if anything’s changed.”
Nova shakes her head slightly. “I’m just a little achy and my wrist is killing me,” she lets her head drop to the side so it’s resting against Sid’s forearm.
“Definitely normal for a fall since your body was jostled and you’re next up for the x-ray, so we’ll be able to get you in a cast if there is a break.” Nova has to bite her tongue to hide her laughter at the way her doctor keeps cutting his gaze to look at Sid, an admittedly imposing figure in his game day suit and baseball hat pulled low over his eyes. The frown, in Nova’s humble and horny opinion, only makes him hotter.
“CAT scan?” Sid asks sharply.
“Oh, come on, Sid,” Nova nudges his leg with her good hand. “I didn’t hit my head that hard. I don’t need a -“
“Yes you do,” Sid snaps, cutting her off. “Non-negotiable with a hit to the head. I’m serious, Nova, don’t argue with me.”
Nova’s about to do just that - argue with him - when she remembers his history with concussions. The hat shades his eyes, but she can see the way a muscle in his jaw tics and she realizes that he’s more worried than angry. So she nods and says, “okay, yeah. Whatever the man says.”
“Thank you,” Sid says quietly, shifting his hand to cup her cheek and then rest on the back of her neck.
——-
More than an hour later, closing in on midnight, Nova finally gets discharged with a mild concussion, a broken wrist, and a pamphlet of care instructions.
Sid’s got his arm around Nova, guiding her into the house and gripping her upper arm tightly when she stumbles over the carpet in the front hall. She exhales roughly, catching herself and grumbling. Sid smothers a laugh when she kicks her foot against the edge of the carpet and leans against the wall to take off her shoes. The bright pink cast she had insisted on is nearly glowing in the dim light. In the car, Nova had blinked slightly unfocused eyes at him and teased, “will you sign my cast, Sid?”
“Are you hungry?” Sid asks, watching Nova struggle with the zipper on her boot for half a second before kneeling down in front of her and helping. He gives each of her ankles a little squeeze before putting her foot down. “Thirsty?”
“Not really,” Nova yawns, wiggling her socked toes against the floor. “I just want to shower and go to bed.” She pouts. “This is so lame, I was planning on having sex all night with you.”
He laughs and hangs up his jacket, taking Nova’s too. “Get some rest, heal up that concussion, and then we’ll talk,” he kisses her forehead and heads into the kitchen, calling back, “I’m making you a sandwich and come here to drink some water. You don’t want to get dehydrated with a concussion. It’ll make everything worse.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Nova teases, earning herself a little glare from Sid. But he cracks a hint of a smile, so she takes that as a victory. Sid whips them both up quick sandwiches and Nova picks at hers, starting to get a little nauseous - more likely from the exhaustion and the fact that she hasn’t eaten anything since lunch than from the concussion.
“Glad to see the concussion hasn’t changed your personality,” Sid says dryly. He wraps her cast in plastic wrap and a kitchen garbage bag, taping over the top with duct tape - overkill, as far as Nova’s concerned, but he’s so cute when he’s taking care of her, all serious and gentle - so no water can get in while he helps her shower.
Sid strips to his briefs and Nova grumbles that she doesn’t even get a show, but Sid knows that she needs to avoid physical activity and doesn’t want to tempt her. Instead he nearly waterboards her with the detachable shower head by accident and makes up for it with a kiss to her hipbone while he rinses her off. Her hair is a soaked mess hanging down her back and Nova waves him off when he tries to help her blow dry it.
“This mess is a lost cause,” she laughs, directing him to wring most of the water out and twist it up into a top knot with a terrycloth scrunchie. “Diffusing takes too long and neither one of us is up for that right now. I’ll fix it in the morning.”
“I’ll help,” he offers. “You’re not supposed to be doing a lot of physical activity.”
Nova squints at him - diffusing her hair is a pain in the ass but she would hardly call it physical activity.
She tries to argue with him as he cleans around her stitches, carefully dabbing at the leftover dried blood and retaking a square of gauze over the area. He’s cute, pressing a light kiss against her hairline and stroking his thumb over her cheekbone when he’s done.
Then he’s pulling an oversized shirt over her head and flipping back the covers on her side of the bed though, so she doesn’t really argue with him. Exhaustion is sinking into her bones and her forearm is starting to get itchy. Sleep is very much needed right now.
Shrugging, Nova climbs into bed squinting against the light from the lamp. Her eyes hurt in that gritty, tired way, but Sid springs into action like he thinks it’s the concussion. He flips the light off and the room is plunged into pitch blackness. Nova snorts a laugh, “Sid, this is ridiculous. You could’ve left the light on to get into bed.”
“It’s fine - fuck,” he curses, following the sound of one of his body parts hitting into the bed frame. “I’m good.”
The mattress shifts and bounces and then Sid’s under the covers with her, his arm held out for Nova to scoot up against his side. She smiles even though he can’t see it in the dark and nestles against his side, her nose pressed into his armpit.
“Is that even comfortable?” Sid chuckles, vibrating through Nova’s body.
She hums an affirmative, her casted arm knocking against Sid’s ribs where it’s tucked between their bodies. Her good arm is slung over his chest and Sid runs his hand over her forearm, jostling the pile of bracelets on her wrist.
“Very,” she mumbles into his shirt. “You smell good. Like a man.”
“You’re crazy,” his voice is laced with affection. Sid traces over the shell of Nova’s ear with the tip of his finger, dancing around the piercings in her cartilage and the line of tiny hoops in her lobe. “Get some sleep.”
Nova slings her leg over Sid’s thigh, curling up against him like a koala, soaking in his body heat. She yawns and Sid’s hand cradles the back of her head. They’ll roll apart during the night, but Nova always sleeps best when she falls asleep practically on top of Sid.
“I love you,” she murmurs, eyelids heavy as sleep drags her under.
“I love you too,” Sid kisses the top of her head, waiting until Nova’s breathing evens out before he lets himself fall asleep.
——
Nova thought Sid was strict with his own routines, but the way he keeps her on a tight schedule while she recovers from the concussion is even more intense.
He refuses to let her use her phone or laptop without a pair of blue light glasses on. And even then, she’s limited to just a few minutes at a time. She doesn’t even feel all that bad - a few Tylenol and she feels back to normal, minus the pain from her stitches and broken wrist. He’d confiscated all of her vapes and the “in case of drunk” pack of cigarettes she thought she had hidden in his junk drawer. Plus, he’s not letting her go back to her own place until he’s confident that she’s cleared - which means Nova can’t even get the nicotine hit from the multiple packs of cigarettes she has hidden in her own place.
She’s actually starting to worry about withdrawal symptoms being worse than her concussion. Forced detox might not be that bad though.
“Concussions are tricky,” Sid says, jaw twitching when he comes home from practice to find Nova working on the couch, blue light glasses perched on her head. She hadn’t had time to drop them back onto her nose before Sid had come into his house. The look he’d given her was so disappointed, Nova had almost cried. “You can feel fine and then suddenly it’s worse. Trust me.”
He snatches up the laptop and brings it with him into the kitchen to keep it out of Nova’s reach, even temporarily. She flops back on the couch and nearly concusses herself again when she forgets about the cast and goes to drape her arm over her face.
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath, dropping her plaster-covered arm to her side. Nova rubs the tip of her finger around the stitches on her forehead, they’re getting itchy too. “I’m sorry,” she calls out to Sid. “I’m bored!”
“You should be good for a light walk,” he replies, bringing a protein shake into the den with him. Nova wrinkles her nose at it. “Nothing more than that though. It’s a delicate process.”
Nova sighs, sticking a pencil down her cast to scratch her arm. “Sid, I love you so much, baby, but I’m fine. Really. I need to work or do literally anything,” she shifts and rolls up onto her knees to look at him. “I get your history with concussions is coloring this whole thing, but mine was super minor. It’s been five days. I haven’t had any symptoms or orgasms! A girl has needs! And I miss watching your games!”
The tips of Sid’s ears go a little red and he chokes on his protein shake. He hits his chest and coughs, voice strangled when he replies, “sorry, honey. It’s not like I’ve been having fun with you all over me and not being able to do anything about it.”
Nova rolls her eyes. “You could do something though,” she whines, blinking big eyes at him, “trust me when I say I feel good and give me a good dicking down.”
The laugh that bursts out of Sid’s mouth makes Nova grin. He shakes his head at her and closes the gap between them, wrapping his arms around her and leaning in to kiss her, tasting of vanilla protein powder and bananas. Nova sighs into the kiss, sucking on Sid’s tongue and smacking his shoulder with her cast when she tries to loop her arms around his neck.
“Sorry!” She rasps when he pulls back, rubbing at the spot. “Still not used to this thing, unfortunately.”
“I’ve taken harder hits in practice,” Sid laughs. “It’s fine.”
“That’s not reassuring,” Nova pouts, poking her lip out further until Sid kisses the expression off her face. “Does this mean you’ll let me climb you like a tree?”
Sid snorts, shaking his head. Sometimes the difference in their ages is extremely apparent and this is one of those times. He knows he’s overly concerned about the concussion, but with his first-hand experience in how they can derail everything, Sid wants to make sure Nova doesn’t have to deal with even a fraction of what he did. Maybe he’s over doing it, but he’d rather be too cautious than not.
“How about I give you a nice, relaxing orgasm instead?” Sid offers. “I still don’t want you overexerting yourself.”
“You’re so sweet,” Nova sighs, rubbing her thighs together. Sid raises an eyebrow at her and Nova scrunches up her face at him. “It’s not my fault, Sidney, do not give me that look. It’s been a full week without any fucking and I’m just a girl with a hot boyfriend.”
“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t lose that insane personality of yours,” he grumbles, holding out his arm to brace Nova when she climbs over the back of the couch and hooks her legs around his waist. He braces his arms under her ass, shaker bottle and all, trying to resist the smile that’s threatening when Nova starts peppering kisses all over his face.
Nova brushes her nose against his, smiling when she feels the puff of air against her chin that’s Sid’s laugh. “I love you for that,” she says against his skin. “But I genuinely think I will crash out if I don’t get to have sex with you right this second, Sid. Care about my wellbeing just a little bit less for now. Be selfish, I know you have to be dying too.”
Sid’s already walking towards the stairs, reassured by the warmth of Nova’s body against his, cock twitching in his pants. He’s used to going a few days without the feel of Nova’s cunt wrapped around his cock, with road trips and pre-game abstinence, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little hard up too.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” He adjusts his hold on her going up the stairs and Nova clings to him happily.
“But what a way to go, huh?” She teases, squeaking when he pinches her ass. He scoffs and doesn’t dispute it, carefully depositing Nova on his bed. She beams up at him, smugly delighted that she’s gotten her way with him. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching her wiggle out of her shorts, trying not to laugh at her desperate enthusiasm. Truthfully, he’s missed having sex with her too, so it’s not such a hardship to cave to her demands. But it is fun for him to see her all whiny and needy.
He grinds the heel of his palm against the growing bulge of his cock and clicks his tongue at her, drawing Nova’s attention to his face. The shaker bottle gets discarded to the floor for him to deal with later.
“I’ll give you everything you want,” Sid says seriously, Nova’s gaze darting all over his face, “but you have to promise to wear sneakers to games from now on.”
Nova’s eyes widen, she hadn’t been expecting that, and a laugh startles out of her chest. Nearly clipping herself in the face with her cast, she crunches up into a sitting position, legs falling open. Sid’s lips twitch when she nods eagerly, laughing, “is that my official treatment plan, Dr. Crosby?”
“Yes,” Sid finally laughs. “I don’t want to worry about you slipping in your boots again.”
“I tripped up the stairs,” Nova points out reasonably, watching with hawk eyes as Sid peels off his shirt. She loses her train of thought for a second in the distraction of watching Sid’s muscles shift and move. He smirks at her and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, her eyes dipping to the bulge. Nova coughs and continues, “I, uh, sneakers won’t help with that.”
He undoes the button and zipper, letting his fly fall open. Nova zeroes in on the damp spot on his briefs, the way his cock bulges out of the open zipper, and whines. She leans forward and Sid takes a step back, out of her reach, chuckling when she gasps his name on a little wail.
“Promise me,” he says.
Nova, eyes never leaving Sid’s groin, nods. She gives up easily, “I promise. Please, Sid, let me get my hands on you.”
“What a good girl,” he teases, finally dropping his pants to the ground and stepping into Nova’s reach. She sighs when she hooks the fingers of her good hand into the elastic band on his briefs, tugging them down to let his cock spring free. It’s heavy and already flushed and the delighted noise she makes is like a spark to Sid’s system. “Get your touches out now, because in a few minutes I’m putting you on your back and taking care of you,” he warns, grunting when Nova’s hand wraps around his base.
“You’ve been so good to me,” Nova coos, leaning in and pressing a delicate kiss to the tip of Sid’s cock, making his hips jolt forward and his cock dribble more precome, “let me take care of you now.”
“Jesus,” Sid groans, burying his hand into the messy pile of Nova’s curls to hold her face in place. “Don’t - your head -“
Nova giggles and licks at the bulging vein on his cock, gliding her hand over his lower stomach and raking her nails against his skin. “Don’t worry,” her breath is warm on his cock, “my head game is just fine.”
He barks a laugh at her joke, thumb rubbing at her hair. “More than fine, honey. Just don’t hurt yourself,” he’s breathless as she sucks on the first few inches of his cock, wondering just how the day got so out of hand. He really didn’t expect for Nova’s sex drive to ratchet up like this after a few days of nothing. He tries not to think about how young she is compared to him, how she can go and go and go when Sid needs a break.
“I know how to handle you without hurting myself,” Nova continues slicking up his cock with her tongue, enjoying the way he’s hardening in her grip. “Doctor said I could get back to my normal activities, what better way to start than this?”
As she lowers her mouth and the head of his cock hits the back of her throat, Sid honestly can’t think of anything better.
And when Nova wakes up in the morning with a headache, Sid brings her a Tylenol and a glass of water and doesn’t even say “I told you so.”