Nothing Wrong - Kevin Bieksa

I had a test done yesterday to make sure there wasn’t anything weird going on with ‘my girls.’ Ultrasound showed that there’s nothing there to be worried about, and I was so elated that I started writing something. It ends a little differently than my true story, but hey… this is a fiction place, right?* Enjoy!!!

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She threw open the door, calling out his name as she practically hopped over the threshold and into his place.

“JUICE!!! Kev? Where are you?!”

As she took the stairs two at a time, she was still calling his name. She saw him pop out from the bathroom and ran to him, jumping into his startled arms. He coughed out the mouthwash he’d been swishing around and she smiled at the minty smell in the air. As they crashed against the wall, he wrapped his thick arms around her to protect her as they slid to the floor.

Pressing her lips to his, she grabbed at the towel, wrenching it open and smoothing her hand over his cock. Feeling it twitch she stroked slowly, burying her face in his neck and nipping at his skin. He let out a grunt and his hands held her close as he lifted his hips to her touch.

“You must’ve known I was coming home with good news,” she whispered and felt his entire body go rigid.

Fireworks -- A Simon Gagne one-shot

“Babe, if you don’t hurry up I’m coming in there and dragging out!”

Annie giggled and shook her head at Simon’s exasperated tone. He would appreciate the extra minute it was taking for her to slap her lip gloss on. Like they weren’t going to be there earlier than everyone else anyway.

Smacking her lips together once more, she adjusted the top of her dress and made sure the curled ends of her long, dark hair fell smoothly across her back. She could hear him muttering to himself on the other side of the door. No other man had ever been so concerned about time, in the history of the world. And she did enjoy pushing his buttons from time to time. It was always fun to watch that handsome face get a litt…

“Annie Johnson! Woman, you try my patience!”

“Simon Gagne! Stop freaking out! It’s a Fourth of July picnic… and you’re Canadian!”

Just Friends - Max Talbot, Part 2 of 2

I didn’t know if I would be able to do this. not this soon after the news. But with all the Max hate I’ve been hearing, I felt like I needed this. like it was my own brand of therapy. I know that the first part was a lot hotter, but this is how it came out when I started typing. I hope you like it though, no matter what.

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Shannon opened her eyes and looked around the room. Max was sitting in a chair by the window. He was staring at a spot on the wall. An empty spot. And he looked miserable. She wrapped the sheet around her body and stepped over to him. Placing an arm on his shoulder, she bit her lip to keep from laughing when he jumped.

“Hey handsome. Big day today, eh?”

“I pretty much have my mind made up.”

“Oh yeah… anything you want to talk about?”

She sighed as he pulled her down onto his lap. He buried his face in her neck and she heard, and felt, him take in a huge breath.

“What I said the other night… that I’d take you with me…” he paused and she watched him swallow, the action looking like it was costing him dearly. “Would you ever consider it?”

This was new territory. They had always just kept it simple. She was head over heels in love with him though. And for him to say something like that… he must be pretty serious about her as well. But to jut drop everything and move to a new city… that was asking a lot of someone who wasn’t even called ‘girlfriend.’

“Are you serious?”

“More serious than I’ve ever been about anything in my life. The thought of losing you… that’s worse than the thought of leaving Pittsburgh. Or maybe it’s similar… because in order to leave this city… I have to leave you too. I don’t want that. In one day I don’t want to lose everything that I’ve come to lo… love.”

She gasped and turned her head, staring into those beautiful eyes. He looked as though he was going to cry.

“And I would hate for you to leave. That would mean learning to love someone all over again. I don’t want to learn how to love someone else. I want to love you. Just you.”

“Is it actually possible for you to just move though?”

“I’m a writer. I can write from anywhere. It’s the whole ‘finding a new place to live’ and all that stuff.”

“With me,” he whispered before grabbing her neck and pulling her close for a kiss. She moaned as his mouth devoured hers. He tasted like coffee. And caramel. That meant that…

“You went and got Starbucks without me??”

Just Friends - Max Talbot

So, a fellow hockey friend and I have been messaging one another on facebook and she put this frickin' idea in my head... Because she's the devil, and wants to torture me by making me think about Max. This is what spawns from 'harmless' chatter*

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She stumbled down the sidewalk, her heels clicking unevenly as she swayed with each step. The music from the club was getting softer and softer, the bass thumping less and less in her head as she made her way toward the house she knew so well.

There was a part of her that knew this was a bad idea… that she should've stayed indoors with the rest of her friends. But that other side, the side that had little horns and a tail, that side was telling her that come Hell or high water… Max Talbot was going to get an earful of what she had to say.

Turning left, she walked a few more paces and stared at the building opposite where she was. Squinting, she noticed his bedroom light was on. She pulled out her phone and sent a mass message to the girls, letting them to let them know of her plans, now that they couldn't stop her. Then she silenced her ringer and dropped the device back in her bag.

"Iss now or ne-*hiccup*-ever," she said with a giggle. Then she turned her head both ways dramatically, making sure no headlights were coming to injure her and she crossed the street. She tripped up the flat sidewalk and almost fell into his door. Righting herself, she brought her hand up to the wooden frame.

*POUND*
*POUND*
*POUND*
*POUND*
*POUND*

She heard the quick footfalls of someone running down the staircase and a muffled curse. Thinking maybe she should knock again, she lifted her fist and was about to hit the door once more when it flew open inward. The momentum she'd been putting into the knock threw her forward and she let out a small shriek as she fell into the arms of a scruffy-looking man.

"Shannon?! What are you doing he--"

"You have been a very nau-*hiccup*… a very naugh-*hiccup*… you're bad."

For Stephanie, because she always wanted this*

The glaring red numbers said 3:02 in the darkness of the bedroom. He saw her there, lying on his side of the mattress, curled around a pillow. Her hair shone in the moonlight, the blonde color glowing almost like gold.

He dropped his bag quietly in the corner and kicked off his shoes and socks. The jacket was next, falling on the floor as he walked slowly toward her. He practically ripped the tie from his neck, the pressure of it earlier feeling like it would strangle him. He threw it toward the hamper, probably missing the basket, but his eyes were focused on the body in the bed.

As he stared at her, sleeping so peacefully, he was torn between waking her and letting loose his frustrations, or falling asleep and waiting until morning. She sighed and it looked like she had burrowed into the pillow. With a small, very small, smile, he unbuttoned his short and shrugged it off, undid his pants and let them fall, and then pulled his undershirt off. Now in just a pair of cotton boxer briefs, he stretched one more time, cracking many of his bones and feeling his sore muscles pull.

S.E.X. -- Richards/Stoll for Flyerfly*

I know she's hurt and confused right now, but we were talking, and hopefully this will help her out, and soothe her tortured soul*

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The club was hot. Not as in the filled-with-unnaturally -hot-women or music-totally-bumpin’ hot. It was temperature hot; had to be at least fifteen to twenty degrees warmer than the temperature outside, and he was pretty sure that it had hit triple digits even though it was now night.

Where is this guy? He said meet him here.

Suddenly he was there, standing right in front of him. A hand clapped him on the shoulder and a drink was thrust into his hand.

“Hey man, great you showed up! A couple of the others are in the VIP already, wanna go head up there? It’s quieter!”

Mike nodded and the wound their way through the sea of bodies, up the stairs, and to an area that was roped off and, as promised, slightly quieter.

“So, what do you think of L.A. so far?”

“Only saw the arena and my hotel room. But both of those were nice,” he said with a smile.

“Well, me and the boys will show you how to do it up right out here. No worries man!”

“Thanks Jarrett.”

Stoll grinned and walked over to the private bar. Turning around, Mike leaned against the railing and stared down at the crowd. He took a hearty swallow of his drink and as the glass came down he spotted her dancing close to one set of speakers. He watched her hips sway to the music, her hair falling down her back in waves. She had on a short, black skirt and a shimmery, backless shirt. He hadn’t seen the front yet, but from this view alone he was hooked.

Come In With the Rain

I’ve been trying to write different stories, work in some ideas… nothing was really working. Then I thought, why not write a little something to vent some frustrations and maybe clear your head?!

So… this is a one shot to show how Lexie got her man!

You may remember Lexie from my first story, A Lucky Shot, and how she was with a certain defenseman of the Penguins*

I hope you enjoy it!!

I’ll leave my window open,

‘Cus I’m too tired at night to call out your name.

Just know I’m right here hopin’,

That you’ll come in with the rain.

I’ve watched you so long,

Screamed your name,

I don’t know what else I can say.

But I’ll leave my window open,

‘Cus I’m too tired at night for all these games.

Just know I’m right here hopin’,

That you’ll come in with the rain.

Come In With The Rain – Taylor Swift

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June 22, 2009

The sun was bright, the rays bursting through Lexie’s bedroom windows and lighting the entire room. Squinting at her night stand, the red numbers of her clock read 8:27. Why am I awake?!

She hadn’t gone to bed until almost four o’clock in the morning, and that was only because she and her friends had completely ran out of alcohol. Twisting over so she didn’t need to see the glaring numbers anymore, her eyes focused on a photo on the opposite stand. She was standing between two men. One was dead now, killed the previous year in a motorcycle accident. And the other one… she stared at the summer photo.

Kris Letang had been everything she’d ever wanted. She’d grown up with him some, watched him play hockey with her brother, and spent time with the two of them during off seasons. And right after Luc died… he’d come home, during the Stanley Cup Final, to attend the funeral.

Sinning - a non-hockey one shot!

Okay, so this one isn't hockey-related... I mean, the guy's name is John/Johnny, so it could be like Tavares... or Tazer if I spelled it wrong on purpose... LOL

But this wouldn't leave my head.

I had started it awhile ago... and I finally finished it.

Hope you like it, but if you don't... well, that happens*

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“Maddie!!”

Her name was bellowed from the rafters of the church and she squealed as two arms wrapped around her waist and hauled her around in circles as a raspberry was blown against her cheek.

“Johnny, you put me down right now!”

Maddie found herself placed back on the ground and spun around before she was back in those arms. He smelled like fresh cut grass and gasoline.

“Someone’s been working’ on the farm today!” He laughed as he finally released her.

“Ha, yeah. Crap. I still smell like gas?”

“Just a little. No worries. So how have you been?”

The two started catching up on the past few months since they’d seen one another, relaxing in one of the pews as others came in and out with things for the talent show this weekend. They had just gotten into the details of a plan for dinner together when Emma burst into the sanctuary, duct tape in one hand and plastic in the other.

“Awesome! John, Mads, I need you two! Some of the windows need re-plasticized before the opening tonight.”

“Is that even a word,” Maddie asked her, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Funny. And yes, I believe it is. So… hop to it peeps!” Emma threw the duct tape at her, John caught the plastic, and before they knew it, the two of them were outside the church, blacking out some of the basement windows for a more dramatic look. Walking along the inner wall, Maddie pulled the ruined piece of plastic off one of the windows and held up a newly cut length.

“Ok, I’ll hold it in place, you tape it up. Deal?”

ASL done and a new story!

Alright loyal followers, I have settled on a title for my new story!

And I have started a blog for it, with a bonus*

You'll have to go to the page to see what that bonus is!

And I hope that you guys will follow it like you did with this story!

It was so much fun to write out my Sid story!

I was proud of myself for actually following through and finishing it!

I know I said an epilogue would be coming... but I think I'm going to just end it with the chapter that I posted.

But I promise, there will be some info in this new story at some point, so you'll know if anything new happens with Sid and Mel!! And the other characters that you got to know and love*

So here you go, the page for the new story:

Fall Into Me

Hope to see a bunch of you jump on the follower train*

Rebel Heart out!

Final chapter of A Lucky Shot coming up!

Dear loyal followers,

Thank you SOOOOOOOOO much for sticking around!

I just finished typing up the final chapter, and sent it off to me 'editor'*

Once she gets it back to me, I'll be posting it!

And to whoever just found the story and started following it, you are my hero, because it gave me 87 followers!

I think it was perfect that it got done, and the follower count... EPIC!

Hopefully I haven't let you down throughout the course of the chapters, and I hope that you'll all enjoy the way I play this out!

Two things I'd love to know from you all...

1. Do you want to have an epilogue, something to kind of show you where the story could lead in the future?

2. I'm going to be doing a Max story next. I've got a bunch of it written out already, and I was just curious... how many of you would be excited about that?

Even if you want to post as Anonymous, I'd really appreciate the feedback!!

Thanks again for the comments over the months that it's taken me to get this out!

RebelHeart

WCSC: Ringing in the New Year

So, our group site held a Winter Classic Smutfest Challenge* LOL

And I have entered it with this piece* I hope you guys like it!

And I'm working on the next chapter of ALS as we speak!!

Enjoy!

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“Motherfucker!”

She brought her hand up and clutched at her forehead that had just been smacked with a door. The rush left her off balance and she started to fall. Flailing her arms and letting out a frantic scream she tried to keep herself upright but tumbled down. Instead of the pain of hitting the floor though, she felt two hands keep her from crumpling down onto the tiles. Opening her eyes, she stared up into a pair of bright and amused blue eyes. Eyes that had been flirting with hers all night.

“You should be more careful.”

“Fucking douche bags should not swing doors open wide when it’s fucking packed in here.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he tsked. If only he knew what she was thinking right now. He’d probably smile and drag her away so she could put the fantasies in her head to the test.

“Got any of that Orbit stuff, I’m sure that would clean it right up.”

“Sadly, I do not. But how about a glass of champagne. It’s almost midnight you know.”

“I suppose that would work just as well. But is alcohol something I should drink with a possible head injury?”

Fiction Group Challenge, Part Two: What Happened Next, a Mike Green One Timer

Well, because some of you *COUGH MER COUGH* felt like there was some 'unfinished business' at the ned of my last one timer... This was what I came up with today. Hopefully it doesn't offend ya'll as much as the Ovi one!! ;)

Love you ladies, and I can't wait to get the feedback on this one!!!

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Mike sat in the living room of his apartment. He was staring at the photo in his hands. Elle was sitting on his lap, a paper turkey on her head like a hat.

The Caps had gone to a couple schools before Thanksgiving. They were doing a reading program, blah blah blah. But Elle had insisted on going with him. The WAGs never really joined in on things like some other organizations. And he didn’t want her going.

Why? Not because he didn’t want her doing things with him. No, he didn’t want her going because the school that they would be at… it housed the living memory of a drunken one night stand from two months ago.

Crystal had been at the bar he’d gone to the night he and Elle had gotten into that huge fight. She’d told him he could fuck off and walked out of his apartment. So he’d gone out and gotten wasted. Completely wasted. And he’d woken up next to a blonde haired nightmare.

She wasn’t bad looking, but he couldn’t believe that he’d done that. He’d done the one thing he’d told Elle he’d never do. Cheat on her.

It had eaten away at him for days, but in the end… they were on a break that night, right? She’d left him. No worries in the end. Two days after that night, they’d gotten back together, work out their issues. No need to tell her what he did.

And then he’d walked into that school in October for the reading program and ran, literally, into Crystal. Awkward City! But they’d both danced around the issue nicely, considering the rock on her finger that night was still there. Obviously she hadn’t told her parent either.

So what had made him tell Elle, as they were driving back to the house, that the nice lady she’d talked with all morning had slept in their bed two months before??

“FUCK! I was such an idiot!”

“For what you did? Or for how long it took you to tell me?”

Mike’s head shot up and he stared at the woman in the doorway. Her hair was a mess, her clothes rumpled, and there was, if he wasn’t mistaken, bite marks on the one side of her neck.

I’ll fucking kill him.

Smut Challenge for my Fiction Group!! Enjoy ladies*

Smut challenge for my fanfic group, enjoy. And no, I don't harbor any feelings for this guy, but the challenge was to write about someone you never would've chosen... This is my contribution to said challenge.

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“For the last time, I don’t want the drink. Give it back to him.” Take a fucking hint asshole.

Shoved the glass away once more, this time with more force, she watched as some of the liquid sloshed over the top and spilled onto her fingers. Turning a glare at the man who couldn’t seem to take no for an answer, she brought her fingers up to her lips, licking them each slowly and savoring the taste of the alcohol.

She watched his eyes the entire time. She knew what she did with those motions. Enjoy the show fucker, that’s the only thing you’ll see going in my mouth tonight. He had sent her four drinks in the past hour. He wasn’t bad looking in the dim light of the bar. Not that she didn’t know what he looked like already anyway.

She knew who he was. A fucking prick, both on and off the ice.

But she was so pissed that her boyfriend had cheated on her, she was willing to sink to his level this once, just to get back at him. She would bet money that this one... he had no idea that she was dating one of his fellow teammates. Arrogant prick.

The Massage

Okay ladies... this is a little different from what I normally post. I hope that you will enjoy it. It's been consuming my flippin' brain ever since a conversation between Mere and myself! I don't even remember what started it, but once the idea was there, I couldn't get it out of my head!! So, this is the other reason there's been no new update of A Lucky Shot... I'm sorry! But I'm hoping you'll like this, and I promise that I'm writing ALS!!!!

She stood in the doorway to the suite. Should she just follow him in? Should she leave before he got the wrong idea? Fuck that. She knew what he thought about her already. Knew what had been said in the locker room before the game. He thought she was a whore. She wasn't. Well, she got paid, but not because she slept with the men. She didn't always. And because the time spent working out the kinks in their muscles gave her visions as to what else they'd like her to rub down, sometimes she got carried away.

Most of the time she really did just give them the massage and then leave, but if they asked her to stay, if they put their hands on her and looked up at her with those burning eyes… well, she couldn't say no. She would let them have their way with her, and she would walk away feeling refreshed and sated. She didn't do it because they asked and she didn't do it because sometimes they demanded it. She did what she did because she loved it.

The feel of a man's arms holding her in place as he used her body for his own pleasure, the times when a bead of sweat would roll down their face and drip onto her over-heated skin and the way they played her body like a well-tuned instrument instead of just getting off after a loss -those were the moments she relished in. That, and the pleasure that always came from the punishments.

These men, these behemoths; they were strong, had stamina, but for all their on ice violence, they had never caused her any kind of harm. Sure, they would say things sometimes, call her names. But it was never meant to actually hurt her. And yes, she'd walked away the next morning with her fair share of bite marks and a few finger bruises on her hips, but she'd never actually been scared.

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??