Drabbles and a Ficlet

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Title: Shaving
Rating: G
Pairing: Brad n' Vinny
A/N: Nothing de-stresses me like they do.


It is one thing to hold the razor blade to your own face, another to let someone else hold it. It’s a leap of faith, it’s absolute trust, it’s different pressure, it’s too fast, it’s the hospital for you if he slips…

“All done.” Vinny sits back to admire his work, tossing the razor into the sink.

You pat your face dry. “Happy now? No more stubble burn.”

Vinny takes your face with both hands and kisses you firmly. “I’m very happy.”

And you ask him to show you how happy, thinking maybe shaving isn’t so bad after all.

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Title: Dancing
Rating: G
Pairing: Ilya Kovalchuk and another person...
A/N: Written for thekatcameback.


Ilya jumped to the left. He stepped to the right. He put his hands on his hips.

“I don’t remember,” he called to me. “What is last part again?”

“Um…” I walked over to where he was standing, his hand still on those hips, and thought for a moment. What was the last line? I glanced at Ilya, who was watching me expectantly, and decided I either had to lie, or tell him I didn’t know.

I went for secret option number three: distraction. I kissed him.

“You don’t know either,” Ilya mumbled smugly before kissing me back.

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Title: Cherry
Players: Mathieu Dandenault and Eric Brewer
Rating: G
A/N: Sort of a tag drabble to Chrissy's fic Sparkle, which you all should have read or should read.


He looked down in shock and horror. Warm red fluid coated his fingers, smeared his across his lips. In his right hand was his utensil of attack, also dripping with the sticky substance. God, what had he done?

“Eric! How could you?”

Eric turned to see Mathieu glaring at him from the kitchen doorway. The fork dropped from his fingers, clattering onto the empty plate that used to hold a cherry pie.

“It wasn’t even cooled yet!” Mathieu scolded, grabbing his apron again. “Now I’ll have to make another one.”

“Sorry,” Eric mumbled guiltily. “Your pies are just that good.”

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Title: Because I Still Can
Rating: G
Players: Brinny
A/N: Dealing with Vinny's injury in 2004 SCF. Brad's POV.


I shove him up against the door the moment it’s closed and kiss him fiercely before he can draw in a surprised breath. One hand reaches up, as if to tangle in his hair, and I sense him brace for a wince of pain that will never come. My hand stops short, because I haven’t forgotten, and instead my fingers brush gently across his new scar.

“I was so scared.” My words are puffs of hot air against his lips, and he swallows them eagerly.

“I was too.”

“Promise me you won’t get hurt again.”

“I promise.”

But I know this is a promise he can’t keep, so I kiss him harder, just because I still can.