It's All In the Lisp

Rating: PG

Original Date of Completion: June 2002

Disclaimer: Don't own them, and I don't want to. This is all fake, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. That means this is fiction, and you can't sue me.

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I've seen him injured before. But tonight, that was pretty bad. He lost six teeth, and chipped a seventh. And even after that, he went back on the ice. I'm always proud to say it, but even more so tonight; I'm proud to call Steve Duchesne my boyfriend.

I take a lot of flack from the guys for dating him. The youngest guy on the team, dating one of the oldest. Not that they have a problem with it or anything, the just like to pick on us about it. That's not the case tonight, however. Every single one of them has come up to me and said some version of "Take care of him, Willy," I assured each of them I would. That's just what I planned on doing, as soon as he came out of the trainer's room. Wharton's not a dentist, I don't know what's taking so long.

When he eventually comes out, he's holding an ice pack to his mouth. Everyone slaps him on the back and says good game, but he keeps walking toward me. I stand up as he approaches, and slip my arms around his neck. I place a soft, cautious kiss to his cheek, and he sighs.

"Are you okay?" I ask, still clinging to his neck.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry," He replies, rubbing his hands up my back.

"I'm sorry. It's a boyfriend thing,"

He laughs lightly and frees himself from my grasp. He smiles slightly at me, making sure not to open his mouth. I frown sadly and reach out to touch his swollen lip. I cringe as my fingers come in contact with the icy flesh. He sighs again and stares at me, looking slightly annoyed.

"Will you quit? I'll be fine, I'm tough,"

"Steve," I whine

"Jathon,"

I have to catch myself immediately from laughing. He'd yet to speak an S, so the new lisp caught me by surprise. Not that I'm ragging on people with lisps. It's just kind of funny to hear my boyfriend with one. He talked kind of funny to begin with, this only made it worse. I smile sadly at him, and caress his cheek softly. Again, he sighs.

"Thtop thussing over me," He sighs.

"Good lord, now he even sounds gay,"

We both turn around and see Chelly standing there with a giant grin on his face. Steve glares at him, and he giggles. In a moment of bravado/stupidity, I punch Chelly in the arm. He gasps jokingly and jumps back. A fake look of shock comes across his face, bringing both Steve and I to laughter.

"What was that for?" He asks, making me laugh even more by rubbing his arm. I know it didn't hurt, I hit like a girl.

"You can't make fun of my boyfriend and get away with it," I giggle, tossing my arm around Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah!" Steve shouts. "Don't meth with me or my boyfriend will kick your ath!"

"Is that so?" Chelly asks, gripping onto my collar.

Its damn near impossible to keep a straight face. I see a smile twitching at Chelly's lips. I'll only be able to keep this up for a few more seconds before I collapse onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

"What could you possibly do to me, little boy?" Chelly asks again, tightening his grip on my collar.

In what could only be perfect timing, I see Chelly's boyfriend walk into the locker room. Instantly, my reply comes to mind.

"Get Hully to cut you off," I reply, fighting back the giggles.

"Yeah, THAT'LL happen," Brett yells from across the room.

As we hear that, all three of us burst into laughter. Chelly releases my collar and falls back against a locker. I lean against Steve and he ruffles my hair. We laugh for a good two minutes before Brett Hull comes over to see what's going on. None of us can stop laughing long enough to tell him. He shakes his head at us a few times, then joins in with the laughter. Which is even funnier, since he has no clue what we're laughing about. It wasn't really that funny, but none of us can seem to stop laughing. Maybe it's leftover adrenaline from the triple overtime. But if that's the case, I don't know what my excuse was. I didn't get all that wound up watching from the press box with Avery.

"Oh, man. I think we need to go, Brett," Chelly says as his laughs die down, wiping the tears from his eyes.

Brett nods the affirmative, and the two of them share a quick kiss. When they separate, Chelly tosses his arms around Brett's shoulders and they turn to look at us.

"We'll wee you guys later. You take care of him, Willy," Brett states, clapping me on the shoulder before he and Chelly walk away.

"Bye," Steve and I yell as they walk away.

I turn to Steve and frown as I see his lips had swelled more. I touch is softly with my thumb, and this time I cringe at the searing heat beneath his touch. He rolls his eyes at me and ruffles my hair again.

"Jathon, you need to thtop worrying. I promith I'll be fine,"

I shake my head and smile at him. "I'm not gonna stop worrying Steve. Its all I can do since I can't be out there on the ice to protect you myself,"

He sighs, exasperated, but a huge smile comes across his face. His lips part, and I giggle lightly at the blankness where his teeth used to be. He slaps me on the ass and shakes his head at me.

"Just thut up and kith me," He orders, his blue eyes sparkling.

I cautiously oblige, bringing my lips softly to his. The incredible heat radiating from his swollen flesh adds unbelievable feelings to the kiss. The kiss remains soft, even as our tongues touch. When we separate, my lips are burning. He reaches out to touch them with his finger, and I seductively let a digit slip into my mouth. That coaxes a light giggle from him, and he pulls me tighter to him.

"I told you I wath fine," He breathes into my ear.

"I feel that," I giggle, my hands playing around the waist of his jeans.

"Then leth go, and I'll thow you juth how fine I am,"

He winks at me then walks off toward the door. I scramble to grab my things and bolt after him. I've never been more hot for Steve in my life than I am at this very moment. I don't know what it is really. Maybe it's the whole feeling of getting to take care of him. Actually, who am I kidding? It's all in the lisp.

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