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Penguins word matrix, 30 of 'em.
Pairing: Max Talbot / Marc-Andre Fleury
Rating: Something for everyone, G-R
For:more_unknown  (Good luck on the final, I won't be awake until the afternoon, obviously)

 A/N: These aren't meant to be from any particular time or in any particular order. Enjoyyyy. Words lifted from 

100_prompts .

1.         Innocence
Fleury squinted at him, trying to right the spinning room. “Did you really think I was someone else? Or did you do that on purpose?” Talbot grinned, trying to be alluring but failing as he stumbled slightly and had trouble focusing his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He kissed Fleury again.

 2. Threat
“At least you got a goal tonight, right? I didn’t know I had to watch out for you.” Fleury grinned, mischief in his eyes as they headed off the ice. Talbot scowled. “Fuck you.” Fleury followed after him closely and leaned over his shoulder, breathing “Threat or promise?” into his ear.

3.       Empire
Max was heavier than Fleury thought he was but he couldn’t let him stay in that bar, slurring stories about how he had built the team from the ground up. Luckily both his legs and resolve were weak enough to allow Fleury to direct him wherever he needed to go.

4.       Falter
He was telling Crosby about his night with a girl from Diesel when Fleury walked into the weight room. He smiled to himself and unwittingly mixed up his pronouns; luckily for him, Crosby’s mind was almost always elsewhere.

5.       Compliment
Fleury was never very vocal with what he wanted, but when Talbot gripped his hips for leverage and pressed further into him, the throaty moan was all he needed to hear to know that he was doing something very right.

6.       Glass
Max could barely bring himself to look at the empty wine glasses in the sink, the last drops not yet evaporated from the bottom. It was a reminder of how little time had actually passed with him being in his apartment alone compared to the eternity it felt like, an indication of how slow time would move from that last moment on.

7.       Honour
The whole team stopped the play and held their breath as the puck drifted further…Talbot prayed that for once Mellon Arena’s ice wouldn’t bounce the puck the wrong way. A 6-2 game, they didn’t need the goal, but the screams were deafening as the puck made it just an inch past the goal line before it stopped, everyone in attendance on their feet. Talbot was the first person to the celebration as the bench cleared to join in, Fleury at the center of the team smiling like he would never stop.

8.       Work
Fleury shifted uncomfortably from the look Max was giving him. “I just mean…” He couldn’t think of the words to explain himself. Max shook his head. “You just mean you’re not up to being with me unless it’s easy.” Fleury looked to the ground, ashamed that the words were true.

9.       Jealous
Talbot begged for mercy as Fleury flicked his tongue along his hip bone. He focused on the feeling of the hot mouth trailing lower and lower down his body, trying not to worry about who was waiting for Fleury at home.

10.   Strings
Laughing, he let Max pull him into the bedroom. “I thought you said there were no strings attached.” Falling onto the bed, Max gave Fleury a look he had never seen before. “That was before I decided that I wasn’t up to sharing you.”

11.   Semantics
He hadn’t exactly meant to offer Max a place to stay while his apartment was fumigated for some curiously vague problem brushed off as “just some thing,” but apparently Max had taken it that way. Then again, that glint in his eye made Fleury think that maybe Max knew exactly what he had done.

12.   Dispose
Perched on the back of the couch, balancing against the wall behind him, Talbot watched carefully as Fleury walked from the room with the paper towel. “God, I’m not going to throw it at you. Not after last time. I still have scars.” Talbot didn’t speak, watching skeptically until Fleury came back into the room empty handed. “I can’t always rush over here to kill anything that moves for you.” The grin on his face betrayed his annoyed tone. “You’re going to need to get over it some time.” 

13.   Neglect
Laughing to the point of tears, Fleury could hardly look Talbot in the eye. “It’s not funny, they were my pets.” Fleury erupted into another fit of laughter, trying to get enough air to respond. “Don’t pretend that you loved them now, Max. Those crabs have been dead for weeks.” Talbot tried not to grin as he put the plastic terrarium back on his shelf. “At least they never laughed at me.” Taking deep breaths, Fleury tried to regain composure and nodded vigorously. “They did. Had you opened the thing to feed them you might have heard it.”

  14.   Quake
Talbot wished there were something he could do other than sitting there dumbly with an arm around Fleury’s convulsing shoulders, the soft sounds of sniffing the only noise in the room. He didn’t think he was equipped for something like this, but his worries fell away as Fleury looked up, wiped his eyes and whispered “thanks.” Maybe all he had to do was sit there. Maybe that was enough.

 15.   Guess
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Talbot caught Fleury inspecting the few gifts that sat under the tree, looking like he was about to shake one. Fleury looked at him sadly. “But I need to know. It’s only an hour until midnight, can’t we do it now?” Talbot nodded his head towards the bedroom. “I have an idea of how to keep your mind off of it.” Fleury grinned and raced to follow him, eager to find exactly what Max had in mind.

16.   Quarrel
"I can’t fucking believe you.” Talbot shook his head angrily, sitting with his back against the headboard. “You can’t be serious?” Fleury laughed, stretching his arms out and twisting in the sheets. “You asked. I can’t lie.” Talbot scoffed and muttered to himself. “I don’t see what the big deal is. My ass is ten times better than Sid’s.” Fleury propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. “Next time don’t ask questions you know the answers to.”

 17.   Brood
Fleury hated it when Talbot went off like this, refusing to look him in the eye while still saying everything was fine. It was always over something so small, some detail he had forgotten. For some reason forgetting to call or showing up at his apartment a little bit late felt like a personal attack to Max. Fleury couldn’t help but wonder what had happened before him that left Max so afraid of being abandoned, and how to convince him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

 

18.   Effort
“So, how was last night?” Letang arched his eyebrows and grinned. He assumed Max had taken some girl home, of course. It was what he led them all to believe most times. Looking at Kris, Max’s mouth hung open for a second, looking for the answer. It always took an enormous effort not to tell the truth, just to one person, just someone to share the burden of secrecy with. He half convinced himself no one would care if they found out. He twisted his mouth into the fake grin he was used to giving. “I don’t remember her name, but I’ll never forget the things she taught me!”

 19.   Now
Kissing Max’s collarbone devilishly, Fleury growled “You’ll have to ask more nicely.” Gripping the hips hovering above him, digging in his fingernails in just enough to elicit a small gasp, Talbot looked him in the eyes. “I don’t recall asking at all. Fuck me, now.”

20.   Solve
“So where did you go last night, Max?” Kennedy looked up briefly from his skates, a small smirk on his face. Max shrugged, mumbling something about having gone home to rest. Kennedy nodded. “Weird, thought I saw your car in the parking lot this morning when I came in. You know…before you and Marc got here.” Max couldn’t help but reveal his every thought through his face. Kennedy laughed and stood to leave. “Safe with me, man. Just wanted to know if I was right. See ya out there.”

 21.   Rest
Fleury always felt like he was suffocating under all of the blankets, but Max wouldn’t have it any other way. The off-day fort, he called it. Fleury would never take part if it weren’t for the look he saw in Max’s eyes, illuminated by the small plastic lantern. It was like everything melted away and he was ten years old again, just wanting to read comic books and tell ghost stories with his best friend.

 22.   Soon
Fleury was lying on his couch, trying not to feel too pathetic as he asked Max what time the team would be getting back. Max laughed and the cell phone crackled slightly as he said “soon.” When the doorbell rang seconds later, Fleury didn’t even grab his crutch, only hopped over to the door he knew Max was behind. Max could never hide anything when he laughed.

 23.   Listen
“Did you fucking hear me?” Max called from the bed as Fleury went to get him some water. “I said…are you even…are you listening to me? I said to get the fuck OUT. Leave me alone!” Fleury uncapped the bottle and held it up to Max, who dizzily propped himself up on his elbows and tried to drink. “You never fucking listen. I told you to go. Please leave.”
Fleury shook his head. “Not leaving. You need to stop drinking like this. Drink some more water.” Max sipped some more and dramatically threw himself back on the bed.
“I hate you.”
Fleury smiled sadly. “You’re fucking lucky I know how drunk you are.”

24.   Haze
As soon as he scored that third goal against the Isles, he knew he had to watch out for it. During the interview with Potash he just kept watching for someone to come up the runway. When he saw Fleury with that smile, towel in hand, he took off, Fleury not far behind. Anyone late to leave the arena got to witness the show, ending with Talbot on the ice, covered in shaving cream, screaming “How did the goalie get so fast?!”

25.     Fit
They had said that everyone coming back, everyone being healthy would make the team click, but Max hadn’t realized how true it was. He’d never felt so confident on the ice, so understanding of every play, like he could see it before it even happened. It was like being part of a machine but it was more than that, more than just another winning streak. It followed all of them home, it became a part of them. “It must be how the veterans feel, you know? This is what it must be like for them all the time.” Max tried to explain it one night, staring at the ceiling, Fleury’s arm draped lazily over his chest. “I don’t know how else to say it. Everything fits.” He paused a minute, looking over to see that he was talking to himself. He smiled at the sleeping Fleury. “Everything.”

 26.   Elusive
“If you’re hiding in the closet again I’m going to fucking kill you!” Talbot crept through the apartment, twitching at every sound. “Where are you?” He whined, a distinct note of fear in his voice. Fleury looked out from the bedroom. “Did you say some-” Max had screamed and jumped a foot in the air at the sound of his voice. Fleury laughed at him and shook his head. “We’re done watching horror movies together.” Max scowled. “I’m taking a shower.” Fleury widened his eyes. “Watch out for the man behind the curtain!” He didn’t realize that it would backfire until Max crawled into bed that night smelling like the gym.

 27.   Strange
The two of them had gotten carried away in the locker room, thinking everyone else had left. They’d never know how lucky they were that the only person who saw them was Tyler, who silently walked away, thinking to himself how strange it was that no one else could tell.

 28.   Need
Laying in bed one night, still panting and gleaming with sweat, Talbot looked to Fleury and said “I love you.” Fleury grinned enormously. “I love you too.” Talbot sighed in relief and his whole body seemed to loosen. “I’ve been holding out for you to say it first this whole time, but I needed to. I just had to…get it out there.” Fleury laughed tiredly and reached out to put an arm around him. “I’ve been waiting for you. Looks like I win.” Talbot wrapped his own arms tightly around Fleury and shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. I think maybe we both win this one.” It was the only time Fleury would ever concede to a tie.

29.   Unfold
The locker room was silent during the first intermission; no music, no talking, no laughter. Second intermission was just as quiet, only this time the energy was buzzing so loudly they couldn’t get it out of their ears. They had known from the first ten minutes of the game, but couldn’t trust themselves to hope, could only watch the events unfold. Talbot only let himself believe when he felt how cold the metal was, when he felt the lightest thirty-five pounds he had ever lifted, when he realized that he couldn’t stop from crying as it was out of his control. Only then did he believe it, and even still he had to ask Fleury to remind him that it was real every few minutes, which Fleury did happily and without hesitation.

 30.   Leave

Fleury looked around, making sure he had everything. Max rubbed at his face, still not used to the beard being gone. “You…ready to go?” Fleury nodded, but didn’t know if it was a lie. For once he felt like he was leaving home for the summer, rather than leaving for home.
“Ah, come on. We’ll be back before you know it. Anyways, all of this, it waits for us.” Max wrapped an arm around his waist. “It’ll be like we never left when we get back, you’ll see.”

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Comments

[fairygirl03.livejournal.com]

Aw. 12, 16 & 26 were the BEST lol!
I believe I love those two, too now :)

Amazing stuff