Sugar Rush

“Um…” Allison looked up from frosting cupcakes to one of the cashiers watching her nervously. The little girl looked more flustered than anyone she’d ever seen. Though Allison hadn’t seen herself three days ago when Sidney Crosby had asked her out on date, she figured this girls level of flustered and confused was close to that of Allison’s that night. “There’s, um…someone here to see you…” The girl looked back at the swing door that led out into the bustling bakery. And like a brick wall Sidney Crosby stood in it, blocking any and all escape out into the front room. “Yeah…” The girl raised her eyes brows at Allison before she turned and left, Sidney letting her pass.

Allison wondered if he’d let her pass with such ease or if it’d be a fight she’d end up losing her panties in and over the attempt to pass.

He walked over to her slowly, hands in his pockets and his gaze locked on her with green frosting on her cheek. He stopped directly in front of her. He didn’t even care that all the workers in the kitchen had all but stopped to watch him.

“What are you doing here?” Allison gasped surprised. Stunned, flustered, embarrassed, turned-on, and an array of other emotions flooded her system suddenly, wildly.

He removed one hand from one pocket and removed the frosting from her face. Looking at it on the end of his finger, then back at her flushed face as he caught her gaze, he licked it off his finger. He clicked his tongue as few times as Allison forced her feet to stay rooted to the spot and not jump him right then and there.

“Mmm, pistachio.” He commented as if he was talking about the weather. He and Allison were both sure a few of the girls in the kitchen had all but fainted or were clinging to the nearest cool surfaces to stay on their feet as they swooned. Hell, even Allison had one hand gripping the counter next to her as she leaned on it. “I don’t give up easy.” Sidney breathed at her.

She eyed him closely. It took her a second to realize he’d removed his other hand from his pocket and was holding a small card out to her. Watching the card her gaze moved from it to his face which seemed completely and utterly void of emotion. Slowly she took it into her nervously shaking grasp. As soon as his hand was free of the card he lifted it and with his thumb removed the rest of the frosting from her cheek he’d missed.

“See ya later.” He muttered from around his thumb. Popping it from his mouth he slowly licked his plump lips, turned, and left without looking back.

The door had barely closed behind him when Allison slummed fully against the counter, eyes trained on where he’d been. Silence incased the room all a pin could’ve dropped in the once noisy bustling kitchen.

She swallowed slowly and let her eyes drop to the card held loosely in her grasp, still raised as if she was holding it out to someone else.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” Allison’s head snapped over at the demand from one of the girls in the kitchen. “That was thee single most hottest things that I have ever witnessed in my life.” She spotted Victoria talking, a good friend of hers. “I hate you so much right now simply because it personally happened to you.” Victoria glared. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” She demanded again. Allison floundered and shrugged slowly, still just as lost and confused.

“What does the card say?” Darian asked quickly.

It was the bell that stopped everyone. An order was due.

“Back…” she cleared her throat as her voice cracked. “Back to work!” She demanded. Stuffing the card into her pocket she quickly went back to what she was doing as the order bell kept chiming and orders were yelled left and right through the order window. “Okay! Okay! Calm down!”

It was nine at night when Allison finally got to sit down in her office, the shop closed, and look at the card. It lay closed on her desk taunting her. Scared she reached for it, flinching as if it would burn her, shatter, or disappear upon her touch. Flipping it open as if it had burned her or she was ripping a Band-Aid off quickly she looked at the simple words printed inside in neat hand writing.

Dinner when you get off work.
No exceptions.
I’ll be waiting outside.
~Sidney Crosby

Then under his printed name he had signed it in a flourish.

Her heart raced, her pulse quickened and seemed to suddenly drop south. With a lick to her lips she picked the letter up and shredded it. As if hiding the evidence of a crime and as if he wouldn’t be standing outside the only door in and out of the shop, the front one. She swore, wishing there was a backdoor she could use that he didn’t know about. The only one there was, was down a dark creepy alley way the shop got it’s delivery from and she was not walking the length of the alley way just to have to walk down the sidewalk to her card and run into him. She wasn’t suicidal or that active.

Standing slowly she grabbed her things and headed out of the shop, locking up as she went. Pulling the front door open she turned around and retrieved her keys. She’d spotted one other vehicle in the parking lot besides her own. It was a huge fancy SUV, one such a hockey player would drive to fit all his gear into the back of easily.

“Evening.” His voice was smooth like silk as it danced through the cold Pittsburgh winter air. It caused her to bite her bottom lip as she fumbled with the keys, not responding. “Did you read the card, or just throw it away?” He asked.

She locked the door, pulling and pushing it to test that it was in fact lock. She had to paused, take a deep breath in slowly and let it out just has painfully slow to readier herself to simply walk past him. Turning she gasped at him directly behind her, a wall of chest blocking her view.

“Did you think I’d make it that easy?” He asked with a laugh.

“Please move.” She managed.

“No.” He deadpanned. She looked up at him startled with wide green eyes. That was all Sidney wanted at that moment, for her to look at him. His hand touched her face, where he’d removed frosting from. Suddenly something in him decided to be a little more forceful – even more so than he already was. “You know, that frosting was delicious earlier.” He commented coyly.

She drew in a deep breath as he leaned down. Her breathing slightly ragged at the extents he was going and how much of this seemed like her smutty romance novels she read on an almost religious basis. He barely licked her cheek where the frosting had been and butterflies burst from her stomach.

“I wonder how you taste?” It sounded like a question but she didn’t have time to respond as his lips delicately found hers, sucking the air from her lungs.

Her hands found his pea-coat as he held her face a little tighter and leaned in to deepen the kiss. His pillow lips slowly working hers as she barely responded. His hormones flared as she slowly moved her mouth with his. Hers flared just as much as she stepped closer into the kiss as he placed his other hand on the other side of her face pulling her sweet lips closer to his.

She mewed in response and that was all the permission he needed to back her against the door and kiss her with as much need and desire as he felt for her. Her lips worked against his with the same amount of lust and desire. Her hands found the back of his neck and into his hair tugging on it slightly.

“I…” Sidney had pulled away for air but not enough that she could run, or that he couldn’t feel the faintest touch of her lips on his.

Allison was gasping for breath, her knees weak, her heart pounding, and every fiber of her body demanding that she start stripping him down to his birthday suit and see the solid amount of muscle under his clothing that was pressing her to her shop front.

“I say we skip dinner and jump right to dessert don’t you?” He asked in a husky tone. He didn’t wait for a response, his words seemed to be all he needed as he pulled away from her and tugged her to his SUV.

Before Allison knew it she was in his passenger seat and he was starting the vehicle driving off. Her head was still spinning and she wasn’t sure when it would stop and if it did where she would be and possibly what position she might be in.

Sidney, however, had sobered up from the kiss slightly when his conscious and the good little boy scout like inner voice spoke up telling him that just taking her home wasn’t how he was raised. So instead he drove them out to a quaint place he knew had good food.

Allison looked out the window, twenty minutes later still dazed.

“I figured you’d be hungry after a long days work.” Sidney stated. “And…I’m sorry… if I came on too strongly… before…” He sniffed slightly as he watched her trying to not let out a shaky nervous breath of his own. “I just…really like you.”

“You don’t even know me.” Allison said. She found his gaze and they simply stared at each other.

“I’d like to.” Sidney hadn’t missed a beat in responding. She swallowed nervously as he got out of the SUV and walked around it. Climbing out she followed him into the cute little place with no real choice. She had no idea where they were, and her car was back at her shop.

Once seated, he smiled at her and she flushed deep scarlet.

“Tell me something, anything.” He asked kindly.

“I think you’re a little crazy right now.” She admitted. He was putting so much effort into her that she couldn’t understand it, or even begin to fathom it. He only chuckled.

“I already know that.” He smiled. She caught his kind, warm gaze and watched as he smiled at her happily. Her shoulders relaxed and she rolled her lips together thinking.