A New Story???

So, while I'm working on A Lucky Shot, sometimes I need a creative outlet... Usually that means a steamy chapter of a different player, or a new little one shot.
And, as per a comment on the third chapter of the Goose story... msd would like me to do another player. I mean... write about... HAHAHA!!! Sorry, I'm running on low hours of sleep and hardcore work ethic for this bistro thing that I take part in... anyways...

In essence, I would like to know if any of you have any particular players that you would liek to hear about?

My main thing... ummm... I can't make myself write about any current Detroit players, only certain Philly players, and I flat out refuse to write anything dealing with Marian Hossa (unless you want me to cause him injury* Muah hahahaha)

So, aside from those ground rules... any thoughts??

Melting A Heart of Ice: The Third Period

The sunlight was pouring through the window to his right and hitting him directly in the eyes. Alex, blinked a couple of times, getting his bearings, before looking down. There, curled against him, her face on his chest, and even a little drool lying there, was Maggie. This was the third straight night she had spent at his house. It had been almost two weeks since they met and Alex had to catch a flight tonight to Carolina for a three game road trip.

For the first time in his life, he wasn’t excited about an away series. They’d had that away game the week before, but this was an actual road trip. He was going to be gone for five days. Staring down that the sleeping woman in his arms, he didn’t want to leave his bed let alone the city. What were they going to do if they weren’t in each other’s company? He’d talked to a couple of the married guys on the team, seeking their advice in matters of the heart. Billy had been the one that had really helped him.

Melting A Heart of Ice: The Second Period

“Would you like to come over and watch the game today?”

“Alex?”

She sounded like she had been asleep. Alex looked at his clock. 7:45.


Whoops.

“Oh, ummm, yeah… good morning…”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 8a.m.”

“I’m going to murder you,” she told him. He chuckled.

Melting A Heart of Ice: The First Period

I'm going to post this story in three sections, or periods hehehe*
So, one period a day*
MANY THANKS to qfd for going over this with me!!

How did they talk me into this? I don't like people. I don't like being in the spotlight like that. Hell, I don't even like my teammates sometimes. Why did I agree to do this? Who thought it would be a good idea for me to be in one of these signing sessions? I guess I'll just grin and bear it. Oh who the fuck am I kidding? I don't grin, about anything. Not since…

New things are happening! Please read this post!

Thank you all for sticking by me!! I know I've been bad about updates, but... life happens, right?

As a side note, I recently traveled to Philadelphia for the Pens game, and I wrote up a blog about it. It's posted on my personal blog (Rebel Heart) and if you click right here, it will take you to the entry. It's hilarious, and a good read!! I wrote it out like a military op!! Bah hahaha!! Give it a read, I think you'll love it*

Chapter 11 of my Sid story will be up by tomorrow night! If you haven't checked it out yet, click here! I think it's pretty good, but I'm kind of biased I suppose* lol

The next installment of Max's story will be up soon too, I'm thinking of a twist, and I hope you all stay around so I can get your comments on it!!

Much love,
Mel

When You Least Expect It -- Jordan Staal one shot*

December 22, 2009

Sarah stood in the kitchen, mixing bowl in hand, her arm furiously whipping around a cookie mixture of ingredients to make the perfect batter. She heard a movement upstairs and knew that her boyfriend was finally awake. It’s gotta be the smell. He seems to always know when I’m baking.

She smiled to herself and then looked down, noticing that the lumps were finally all gone and the dough was finally perfect. She had planned on doing this later, but after last night… well, she was sure he was in need of something yummy and unhealthy. Jordan had come out of the locker room last night after the game and looked… horrible. There was just no other word for it.

He’d been axed down like a tree and she’d had tears in her eyes when he went down, and had wanted nothing more than to jump onto the ice and help him. Vero and Mel had kept her from that, and then had held her hands as she watched the love of her life be helped off the ice by his teammate and trainer. At least he’d made it off that way, she thought to herself as she pulled a cookie sheet out and checked the temperature of the oven. It could’ve been worse. There could’ve been a backboard involved.

Once they’d gotten back to his place after the game, she’d tried anything and everything to make him feel better. He was so anxious to get back to Thunder Bay. And now, any photo with his family would be ‘ruined’ he said. He had laughed, however, when she promised to punch Marc and Eric so they too would have black eyes.

You Belong With Me -- Joffrey Lupul

June 25^th, 2009 – One day before the 2009 Draft

“I’m being traded where?”
“Back to Anaheim.”

Joffrey couldn’t help but smile and feel a pang of excitement when he heard where he was being sent. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Philly, but he’d never gotten rid of his place out in Cali; and he loved being a Duck. And it wasn’t like there was a lot to tie him here. He’d had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. And while he’d miss a few of the guys, they all knew that something like this could happen. It’s the way of things in the NHL. Then he thought of Annabelle, his Annie. She’d been the one constant since he’d moved here.

The day he moved into the complex downtown she was going up the elevator as well. She had introduced herself as Annabelle and by the time they’d hit his floor she promised him a welcoming dinner and to help him unpack if he needed it. His first thought was that he was gonna get some as a ‘Welcome to Philadelphia’ present. Then she followed him off the elevator and walked down the hall to the door he knew led to his teammate, Jeff Carter.

After that he did nothing but treat her as a sister, but he always had a soft spot for her down deep. He promised himself that he would never go after a mate’s girl, but she tempted him like no other. And she never once did anything inappropriate! They became fast friends and she would come over weekly to just hang out. ‘Getting away from Jeff’s insanity’ she would say. He knew that Jeff had a temper, but it hadn’t bothered him until this past April.

After losing Game 6 of the Eastern Conference Quarterfinals, and being knocked out of the playoffs once again by the Penguins, the entire team had gone home in a sour mood. Joff went straight to his place to drink alone. He had no need or want to go drown his sorrows at a club. Just him, a bottle of Jack, and a glass. Three hours later he woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his door. Pulling himself out of the chair he went over and opened it to find a brown-haired, crying woman with her hand on her face.

“Joffrey! Are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

“Not really. And I need to start packing. Thanks for the update though.” Click.