a/n: is it plagiarism if you copy your own idea? mat and squeaks had their moment with the kiss cam and now it’s sid and nova’s turn! this was so fun to write and i hope you enjoy ☺️
tw: jealous sid, in game fighting, blood, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex, dirty talk, possessive sid, overstimulation, the philadelphia flyers
word count: 5.4k
summary: nova gets caught on the kiss cam at a game and sid makes his feelings about that known
The Pens are down by one, with a period and a half of the game left, when Nova realizes that she’s on the Jumbotron. She blinks up at herself, more than life-sized, and clocks the pink and red hearts on the border, the stylised script spelling out “Kiss Cam.”
“Oh no,” she says out loud, shaking her head, even as the camera pans to include the man to her left. Mark - a Flyers’ fan that was a total stranger to her an hour ago and who she’s had only polite conversation with since - grimaces slightly, but turns to her with a little shrug and a sort-of hopeful look in his eyes.
“What do you say?” He asks, the arena cheering and booing around them. Maggie snickers on her right and Nova shakes her head.
“I have a boyfriend,” she says, understatement of the century. She glances at the ice and said boyfriend is staring off into the middle distance, glaring. He doesn’t know where she’s sitting because Maggie had gotten the tickets comped from work so Nova’s not in the usual family section. So now he’s just glaring, although if it’s about Nova’s cameo on the Kiss Cam or just his general hatred of the Flyers, Nova can’t be sure. Knowing Sid, it’s probably the latter.
The arena erupts in boos when the camera swings away from them, clearly wanting to get a move on with the bit, and Nova sighs in relief.
Mark shrugs, “worth a try.” His smile is easy and he’s taking the rejection well, something Nova is grateful for.
And then the camera is back on them and Mark waves, Nova’s stomach sinking. She waves a little at the Jumbotron, still shaking her head, saying loudly, “I have a boyfriend! I’m not with him!”
She’s not sure if the fans or the camera guy can lip read, but she keeps shaking her head to try and get them to move on.
But the camera is insistent, the crowd is insistent, and Nova can feel her face heating at the attention. Sid is definitely aware of what’s happening, if the agitated swinging of his legs and the deep set frown on his face is to be believed. He keeps looking up at the screen and then scanning the crowd. Nova sighs and tilts her cheek towards Mark, allowing only the briefest brush of his lips against her skin before she’s jerking away. The crowd goes crazy and finally, thank God, the Kiss Cam goes away.
The players, including Sid, skate to center ice for the next face-off, and the game is back on.
“Thanks for playing along,” Mark chuckles. “Good thing your boyfriend’s not here, huh?”
Nova manages a tight smile, not impressed with his comment.
Maggie bumps Nova’s thigh with her knee, tipping her chin at the ice, laughing, “you-know-who is so not happy about that.”
Nova’s eyes find Sid and sure enough, he’s skating around like he’s been shot out of a cannon. He looks like a demon on the ice, sending snow flying as he stops short for the puck.
“Shit,” Nova mutters, leaning forward on her elbows, stack of bracelets slipping down her arm. She reacts a second after the arena does when Sid lifts his shoulder for a totally clean hit that sends Trevor Zegras headfirst into his own bench. The arena erupts and Nova sticks her fingers in her mouth to whistle, even as she worries about Sid. But he seems fine, careening towards the goal and throwing the puck at Vladar’s head.
It bounces off the goalie’s mask and Kindy picks it up for a rebound that hits the back of the net.
“He looks possessed out there,” Maggie laughs, screaming when Sid picks up his speed on the way back to the bench and crashes right through Jamie Drysdale, sending the younger defenseman sprawling to the ice. Flyers fans erupt with boos, but Sid doesn’t get penalized, sitting on the bench with a murderous look on his face.
“He’s going to get hurt,” Nova mutters, leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms tightly over her chest to keep her hands from shaking. “And then I’m going to have to kill him.”
Mark looks at her side-eyed and mutters sympathetically, “you put money on the game?”
Nova startles - truthfully, she’d forgotten Mark was there the second Sid started acting like a lunatic - and tilts her head slightly, chuckling, “something like that.”
She wants to dig her vape out and suck at it to ease some of her nerves. But security will only accept the “Sid’s girlfriend” card so many times and Nova hates playing that card anyway.
Sid swings his way back onto the bench after another quick shift and Geno pats him on the head, doing nothing to mitigate the scowl on Sid’s face. Nova shakes her head and leans into mutter to Maggie, “I can’t wait to hear what the guys have been saying.”
“You know they’re going to roast the shit out of him,” Maggie laughs and Nova can see Sid getting jostled a bit during the next TV timeout.
The game goes into the third tied at 2, with a minute remaining on an interference penalty called on Sid. He’d knocked Travis Konecny’s stick from his hands and then pushed the dropped stick away with his skate. Even from a distance, Nova can see the intense look on his face and she knows the third is going to be a shitshow.
The entire team comes out like their asses are on fire and Sid sends a puck flying past Vladar into the back of the net so fast no one’s really sure if it’s a goal. But Sid’s sure. He throws his arms up in celebration for what ends up being the game winner, drawing his linemates to his side for the group hug.
And then of course he takes another penalty, throwing a punch at one of the stupidly named Flyers’ rookies, who shoots a punch right back, sending Sid’s visor snapping into his nose. Nova grimaces at the burst of blood that appears.
“Jesus,” Maggie mutters, leaning forward. A scrum breaks out and Sid’s on the ice. “He’s really mad, Nov.”
“He’s acting like an asshole,” Nova grumbles. She’s a fucking hypocrite though - rolling her eyes about his fighting while her panties are growing damp. Eventually, Sid’s removed from the fight, helmet off and hair sweaty. There’s blood all over his face and Nova’s stomach jumps, a mix of arousal and worry, but Sid gives the crowd a bloody grin and waves his hand to pump up the crowd. It’s a little uncharacteristic of him, but extremely attractive.
Maggie smirks at her and leans back to take a sip of her beer, “and you’re gonna jump him the second he gets home later, right?”
“Well, obviously,” Nova deadpans for a second before breaking into laughter. She clinks her beer against Maggie’s. “Why waste a night when he’s going to be completely feral?”
“I know once upon a time I said I wanted details,” Maggie winces as the puck hits off a post with a loud pinging sound, “but I actually don’t think I do. Not if I want to keep enjoying hockey.”
“Noted,” Nova says, her eyes tracking the puck. “So I shouldn’t tell you about the handprint on my ass?”
Maggie’s shocked cackle of laughter draws the attention of the people around them and Nova gives them a sheepish grin, punching Maggie’s thigh gently to get her to stop. Maggie’s laughter tapers off to a choked giggle and she shakes her head, “I definitely don’t want to know about the handprint on your ass. But very happy for you, SuperNova.”
Nova shows off all her teeth in an exaggerated grin that morphs into a scowl when Travis Sanheim takes a run at Sid. She jumps to her feet, shouting, “that’s a fucking dirty hit. Are you fucking blind?”
Still in her seat, Maggie rolls her eyes and mutters, “yeah, Sid’s the only one that’s completely feral. Lunatic.”
“I’m unashamed,” Nova shrugs, dropping back into her seat. No Flyers penalty, but Sid’s fine. So she figures it’s a wash.
The rest of the game is full of Sid’s intense face and him storming up and down the ice as if he were 21 instead of 39. He picks up another assist on a Tanger empty net goal and that makes it a three point night for him. It’s been the most dominant game he’s had so far in the early days of the season.
After they win and give Silovs his goalie pats, the guys salute the crowd and step off the ice, but Sid pauses. He scans the crowd quickly, mouth tipping up in an involuntary smile as the remaining fans chant his name. Nova’s stomach lurches the moment he spots her and makes eye contact.
His smile widens and his brows lower, a version of the intense look that’s only for Nova. She bites at her lower lip and waves slightly, letting out a little puff of a laugh when he waves back, somehow making the gesture into a warning.
Maggie slings her arm over Nova’s shoulder and gently bumps her head against Nova’s cheek. “Let’s get you home, lover girl, you can shave your legs and get ready for your man,” she teases.
“Please,” Nova scoffs, letting Maggie lead her out of the arena, “I’ve been waxed all week.”
Maggie’s cackle echoes off the concrete and Nova has a little spring in her step that even the cool October air can’t diminish.
—-
Maverick is curled up on Nova’s feet, a sleeping dead weight, when Sid comes through the front door. She can hear him go through his routine - keys on the hall table, toeing off his shoes, dropping his bag to the floor, the swish of his suit jacket sliding off his arms - and then his footsteps get louder as he comes into the den to find her.
The light is low, but Nova gasps at how bad his face looks. Two black eyes, already turning a dark purple, and the cut on the bridge of his nose give him a gruesome look that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. The narrowed eyes and flat lipped expression he’s giving her only add to the look.
“So,” Nova says, dragging the word out into two syllables, “are we going to talk about what happened?”
Sid drapes his suit jacket over the back of the couch and loosens the tie around his neck with two fingers. He’s quiet for a beat, studying the thin t-shirt and tiny pair of cotton shorts Nova’s wearing. She lifts an eyebrow at him and Sid smirks, clicking his tongue before he says, “later. Right now I need to get my cock in that perfect pussy of yours. Remind her who she belongs to after that little stunt.”
Nova’s entire body heats and she can’t help the slow grin that stretches across her face or the sharp edge it takes. “Stunt?” She laughs, kneeling up on the couch to face Sid fully. He smells good, like the last remnants of his cologne and the locker room soap. “How was I supposed to avoid being on the Kiss Cam, Sidney? How would the arena camera crew know to avoid me. Enlighten me.”
Undercutting her words is the tension that’s been building up slightly - their relationship is feeling more secret than private lately. Nova doesn’t need to take out an ad in the paper, but she’s starting to feel a little cranky about it. They had a big fight back in June, after Sid went to Switzerland for Worlds without even letting her know he was leaving the country. The summer was rocky and fall has only been slightly better, but Sid’s attention is purely on hockey and Nova respects that. Loves it about him, even. But she’s got a brewing unease that she can’t explain.
“Did it have to be a Philly fan?” Sid grumbles after a moment, clearly unable to come up with a good option.
“Next time,” Nova says dryly, “I’ll turn and kiss Maggie.”
She expects Sid to laugh, to break the moment so they can go upstairs and fool around, but to her surprise he catches her chin in his fingers and tilts her face up to his. There’s a serious look in his eyes when he says, “there’s not going to be a next time, honey. First thing tomorrow, arena staff’s going to get a picture of you and a quick lecture.”
“Oh, a Sidney Crosby lecture?” Nova teases, her thighs clenching. “Wouldn’t want to be on the recieving end of that.”
Sid’s fingers tighten on her chin and he drops his head to give her a quick, hard kiss, breath ghosting over her lips when he murmurs, “get upstairs and ready for me and you won’t be.”
Nova pouts her lips out to kiss Sid again and when he steps back, she wrinkles her nose at him, already getting off the couch, “are you more mad that Mark’s a Flyers’ fan or that I was on the Kiss Cam in general?”
“Mark?” Sid’s voice lifts at the end and Nova shrieks a giggle, running for the stairs when he tries to grab at her. “You know his name?”
“He introduced himself after puck drop,” she laughs her way up the stairs, Sid hot on her heels. “It was only polite!”
Sid lets out a noise that’s part growl and part strangled laugh, chasing Nova into their bedroom and saying, “from now on, you’re only allowed to be polite to me, Nova Kincaid.”
Nova throws herself backwards onto the bed, comforter and pillows bouncing up around her, and wiggles her way up to the top. She watches Sid stop at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips. His tie is loose around his neck and the damage to his face is at contrast to the slight smile playing on his lips.
“What does being polite to you entail?” She props herself up on her elbows, crossing her legs at the ankle. “Because, if you watched, Mark only got to kiss my cheek very briefly. I guess I can - ah!”
Sid grabs her foot and tugs her down the bed, lifting her leg so he can kiss the inside of her ankle.
“You’re such a fucking terror,” Sid says affectionately, free hand going to undo his belt. “Letting some other guy kiss you and then giving me attitude when I’m trying to get my hands on you. Your generation is bratty as fuck.”
He shakes his head and Nova wiggles her toes in his grip.
“I probably should be punished,” she says, sighing heavily. “For the disrespect, you know?”
“Yeah, you probably should,” Sid lets her foot fall back to the mattress and undoes his fly, cock hard and tenting the fabric of his briefs and slacks. “Get naked for me, Nova. Want to see how wet you are.”
“Very,” she shoots back, wiggling out of her shorts and yanking her shirt over her head, sending her hair into a staticky mess. Sid laughs when he sees it, his slacks on the floor. “Come on, speed it up, old man.”
Nova’s naked on the bed, nipples already pebbled into stiff points, her legs spread so Sid can see how wet and pink she is. He stares at her a little dumbly, button down hanging open over his chest and cock straining at his briefs.
“So goddamn mean to me,” he shakes his head, movements unhurried as he discards the rest of his clothes to the floor. Nova’s fingers ghost over her stomach and down to her clit, playing with the swollen bundle gently.
“I think you can take it,” Nova watches with appreciation as Sid climbs onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. His cock hangs heavy between his legs, dragged down by its own weight, and Nova can feel herself get wetter at the sight. Arousal drools out of her, pools under her ass.
Sid wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself, groaning a little under his breath, precome slicking his hand.
“Only thing I want to take right now is your clit in my mouth,” Sid mutters, readjusting so he can lay between Nova’s legs and kiss her inner thigh. He works his way up her leg, tongue darting out to lick at the crease of her thigh. His cock grinds into the mattress, hips working and ass bouncing. Nova shivers at the feeling of Sid’s breath over her cunt and she slumps back against the pillows before remembering.
“Hey, wait,” she breathes, poking her toes against Sid’s obscenely muscled thigh, “as much as I’d love to grind on your face, you broke your nose tonight.”
Sid’s head pops up from between her legs, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” she deadpans, “I do occasionally check out the Twitter feed after games. Plus with the cut on your nose, it would be super unsanitary and probably really unpleasant for you.”
“Burying my face in your cunt is literally never going to be unpleasant for me,” Sid retorts, fingers finding their way to Nova’s inner thigh. He strokes at her, enjoying the way she clenches around nothing, thighs trembling.
Nova shivers and reaches down to push at his shoulder. “But think about that Urgent Care visit,” she wriggles under his touch, breathing harder when his fingers find her entrance and circle lazily. His middle finger dips inside and Nova hiccups.
“Pens’ medical staff signs non disclosures,” Sid huffs a laugh against her clit. “But I’ll keep my nose far away from you, don’t worry.”
She whines - Sid’s nose really is one of her favorite body parts of his to grind against - but doesn’t get to complain for long before Sid lips latch around her clit and suck, hard, jerking her hips off the bed. Two of his fingers slide home, curling up in her cunt and making her wail his name as the press against her g-spot.
“SidSidSid oh my god,” she writhes, twisting the comforter in her hands. His fingers pump in and out of her, mouth working at her clit like it’s a lollipop, spit and slick making her messy.
The orgasm hits hard and fast, unexpected. She clenches around Sid’s fingers and through the fog in her brain, Nova can feel his stubble chafe against her inner thighs as he rubs his face against her skin like a cat.
“I think you can do better,” Sid rasps, fingers still pumping inside of her, slower now. “What do you say, Nov? Wanna give me another?”
She nods and Sid grins at the way her body is limp and boneless from just the one orgasm. He shifts again and slings her legs over his, so she’s half sitting in his lap, half laying on the bed, and focuses his energy on thumbing at her clit and watching his fingers disappear into the tight heat of her cunt.
“Couldn’t believe I was seeing you on the screen,” he says roughly, Nova’s whines and whimpers increasing the harder he presses his thumb against her clit. She’s soaking, responding so nicely to his fingers. “Guys thought I was possessed.”
“Looked - you looked,” Nova gasps, clamping down hard on his fingers and squealing when his free hand presses down low on her stomach, increasing the pressure, “looked it. Loved it - so fucking - oh god oh god right there - hot, Sid!”
Sid doubles down, adding a third finger, and grunts at the tight fit. Nova’s hips chase his fingers and her ass rubs against his cock, the leaking tip pressed in between her cheeks.
“Felt like,” he continues, paying attention to the subtle changes in Nova’s body, “I was going crazy. Seeing some other guy kiss your cheek.”
Her body goes taut and Nova whines, “Sid, Sid oh my god stop I’m going to -“
“But you’re mine,” he says, slightly changing his angle and pressing down on her stomach and grinning when Nova cries out his name and squirts all over his fingers. She soaks his arm and his stomach and his cock twitches hard against her ass, slick dripping everywhere. He finally pulls his fingers out of her cunt with a squelching sound and Nova groans, throwing her arm over her eyes.
Sid laughs and sucks his fingers clean, free hand stroking gentle circles over Nova’s hip and stomach, scratching blunt nails against her skin.
“That’s a new record,” Nova mumbles, dropping her arm out to the side and squinting at Sid as he pops his fingers out of his mouth. “I’m not usually -“
“I know your body,” Sid chuckles, gathering her body up in his arms so she’s really sitting on his lap now, his cock trapped between their bodies. “You know I can make you fall apart whenever I want, right?”
He bites down on Nova’s shoulder and she wiggles in his lap, smirking when he grunts.
“Yeah, yeah,” she huffs, breathless, “generational hockey player, generational orgasm giver. What can’t you do?”
“Not much,” he replies smugly, the cloud of Nova’s hair tickling his face. He gathers it back in one hand, twisting his fingers through the curls, and tugs to pull her face back. With a sly smile, he kisses her messily, teeth and tongue and Nova’s little whimpers. Sid bucks his hips up and Nova’s moans are swallowed up by his mouth.
“Sid,” she pouts, pulling back, “can I have just a little bit, please?”
His sweat-slick chest glides against hers, her nipples painfully tight as she rubs up against him subconsciously. Two orgasms and she still wants more, needs more. Nova scratches her nails against the nape of Sid’s neck and leans in to lick at a bead of sweat trailing down his jaw.
“Just the tip, huh?” Sid chuckles under his breath, jaw muscles ticking as Nova’s mouth makes its way down towards his chin. She nods against him, the top of her head narrowly missing his nose. She’d meant a little bit of a break from the stimulation, but just the tip of his cock also sounds really good.
“And then the whole thing,” she adds, lowering to kiss his throat. Sid’s pulse jumps under her mouth and his cock jerks against her stomach.
She’s not sure how it happens, but Nova finds herself straddling Sid’s thigh, rubbing her cunt against his leg. His hands are huge on her hips, guiding her movements until his skin is slick from her arousal.
“Oh,” she gasps, catching her clit against his leg hair, dropping her head forward to rest on his shoulder. She can see his thigh glisten with each pass of her hips and his cock bobs between them, looking painfully hard. “Sid, please,” she whines, wanting the stretch of his cock. “Just a little bit.”
He’s so obsessive about wearing condoms, which Nova can appreciate, but the few times Sid’s given up control and let his cock slip inside of her bare have been insane. She feels like an addict, jonesing for just a few inches of him, and Sid knows that.
“That sounds like a reward for you,” he mutters, rolling her nipple between his fingers and tugging on it until she moans. “Because I don’t think you deserve a reward.”
“Siiiiid,” Nova pouts, tugging at his hair a little. Pleasure builds up again, her chest heaving. His muscle flexes under her cunt and she jolts, overstimulated. “S’a reward for you,” she manages, shifting her hips and biting down on her lip. She’s going to come like this, rubbing herself on his thigh, the scrape of his stubble against her neck. Sid pinches her nipple, hard, and she yelps, feeling the shock all the way down in her clit.
“Tell you what,” he says, strangled like he’s suffering just as much as Nova is, “come on my thigh and I’ll give you my cock, okay?”
She nods and moves her hips faster, legs trembling. But she slants her mouth over Sid’s, sucking on his tongue while he helps her move, her cunt gliding over him with barely any friction from how wet she is. He rubs against her clit with one hand, biting at her lower lip, and Nova’s coming again, with little hiccuping gasps into his mouth. She gushes all over his thigh and nearly slips right off until Sid catches her around the waist.
“Jesus,” he mutters, flushed and achy. “Baby, you’re like fucking miracle.”
Nova slumps over, the chains of her necklaces all tangled together around her neck. Wisps of hair stick to her sweaty forehead and there’s a flush spreading from her cheeks all the way down to her stomach. Sid loves it when she’s like this for him. He traces over the constellation of birthmarks on her hip and grins at her. His free hand strokes his cock, squeezing the base of it to keep himself from finishing too early.
She scoffs at him, his thigh still between hers, even as she’s half on her side on the mattress. “I take it back,” she rasps, voice cracking, “I don’t need any of that inside me. Three orgasms are enough.”
“Didn’t think you were a quitter,” Sid goads her, dragging her higher on his thigh and smirking when she squeaks at the sensation. Her legs fall open around his waist and he grips the base of his cock to steady it. Nova writhes and moans, the sound choking off when Sid slaps his cock against her cunt with an obscenely wet noise.
“Oh god!” She kicks her legs out, stomach muscles jumping, and he does it again, making sure the tip hits against her clit. She shrieks his name and Sid shifts onto his knees, holding Nova down with one hand on her hip and guiding the tip of his cock to circle her clit and dip down to her entrance.
“You think I’m going to let this end without you creaming on my cock, honey?” Sid chuckles, holding his cock in place. Nova wiggles, hips jumping as best they can with Sid’s pressure keeping her pinned down. Her heels dig into the comforter. “Been needing this since I saw Mark,” he sneers the name with a curl of his lip, “kiss your cheek.”
“All this for a cheek kiss,” Nova huffs, red faced and cunt clenching, “what would I have gotten for a real kiss?”
Sid narrows his eyes at her and says flatly, “a fucking spanking.”
Before Nova can respond, he thrusts forward, the head of his cock pushing inside Nova’s cunt and punching a gasp from her lungs. Sid groans, dropping his chin to his chest, staring at the place where they’re joined and just holding his hips still. Nova clenches around him, complaining for more, but Sid shushes her with a little swat to her hip. His thighs shake with the effort of keeping still and if he sinks in any deeper, without the condom, he’ll burst.
“Next game, then,” Nova giggles, tugging on Sid’s arm. “More, please.”
“Can’t,” Sid grits out, sweat beading at his hairline. “Not gonna - need a condom, honey.” He’s starting to sound a little nasal now, the bruising around his eyes looking worse.
She groans and nearly cries when Sid pulls back, his cock slipping out and hitting her inner thigh. She’s half ready to tell him to fuck it - to fuck her - and forgo the condom. But she knows Sid won’t do it, so she only pouts when Sid leans over and rummages in his night table drawer for a condom. She runs her fingers over his side, down his hip, distracting him while he rips the foil open and rolls the condom on.
“Ready?” Sid asks unnecessarily. Nova’s legs are spread wide for him, a loose, easy smile on her face. She nods and hooks her ankle around the back of his thigh.
“More than,” she laughs, lifting her ass slightly out of the absolute puddle of her slick. “Any wetter and you’re just gonna slide right back out.”
Sid groans and notches his cock at her entrance. He leans forward, his body covering Nova’s, and presses inside slowly. He’s holding his breath and Nova’s mouth is open in a silent whine as he stretches her out. Her nails scratch at his back, surely leaving lines that he’ll get chirped about in the locker room, and she drags him closer. His cock disappears inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside her.
“Good so good oh god,” she whimpers, Sid’s chest crushed against hers. “Move please oh my god Sid.”
She feels so good wrapped around his cock and Sid knows he’s not going to last long. His hips pull back and snap forward, jolting Nova higher up on the mattress with the force. She’s chanting his name like a prayer, legs locked around his hips, heels digging into his ass.
“Perfect,” he mumbles, dripping sweat. “My perfect girl, all for me. All mineminemine.”
It’s messy and sweaty and Nova’s gushing around his cock, maybe she came again, Sid honestly can’t be sure. She’s squeezing the life out of him, choking his cock and pressure builds at the base of his spine, his balls tighten and he spills into the condom, Nova’s cunt still spasming and fluttering.
He collapses on top of her, burying his face in her damp curls, Nova’s heartbeat racing against his chest. He winces at the sharp pain in his face, knowing the bruising is going to be worse than if he had just come home and rested. They’re both breathing hard and Nova’s hands slip through his hair, a wheezed chuckle escaping her lips into Sid’s ear.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, rolling partially off of her. His cock is still half-hard and Nova rolls with him, keeping her leg hooked over his hip.
“I like it,” she mumbles. “Like a weighted blanket. Soothing.”
Sid rubs his hand over her side, thumbing at her nipple on his upwards pass. Truthfully, he could lay here with Nova for hours, her vanilla lotion scent invading his senses. There’s a hint of something extra sugary sweet buried in her hair tonight and he hides his face in her neck, wincing when his nose is jostled.
“Do you need some ice?” Nova asks softly, pressing her thumb into a muscle on his back.
“Nah,” Sid’s response is light. His hand drifts up to play with the row of gold hoops in Nova’s earlobe. “Shouldn’t have pressed it so close to you. I’m fine.”
She hums like she doesn’t believe him and Sid knows she’s going to come back to bed later with a bag of ice for his face. Which is definitely throbbing a little bit from all the pressure and exertion. Worth it.
They’ll have to get up soon, sweat is drying on their skin and the sheets might honestly have to be burned at this point. The adrenaline is draining from Sid and he’s almost sheepish about how possessive he was being. Nova yawns and Sid rolls onto his side, making her whine and scratch at his bicep to try and pull him back.
“Gotta get you cleaned up, Nov,” he presses a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t think you want to sleep on these sheets.”
“No, definitely not,” she yawns again, skin still buzzing. “Don’t get mad at me, but I’m definitely going to try and get myself on the Kiss Cam again so I can have a repeat performance of that.”
It takes a second for her words to skin in, accompanied by the sly look in her half-lidded green eyes, but when it does, Sid barks a laugh.
“Nova, honey,” Sid’s heart goes gooey at the soft smile she’s giving him, “I’ll give you anything if you just ask. Do not get on that Kiss Cam again.”
“Mm, we’ll see,” Nova sniffs, shrieking with laughter when Sid’s fingers dig into her sides, tickling her until tears trickle down her temples and she cries for mercy. Her abs cramp with all the movement and her hair feels like it’s a rat’s nest at the nape of her neck, but life has never been better.
After a summer spent mostly apart, Nova’s been worried that jumping right back into things in the fall would be awkward. But Sid cups her cheek now and kisses her with tongue and a smile against her lips and she’s right where she wants to be.
The unease is easy to ignore when Sid’s kissing her neck, whispering that she’s all his. Later, when they’re both not sweaty and post-orgasmic, they’ll have a conversation and Nova will explain her concerns. But for now, she rolls on top of him, the heat of her cunt against his lower stomach, and leans down to suck a hickey against his pec.
He’s all hers.