Disclaimer- I do not own Disney's The Mighty Ducks (If I did I would be sipping champagne with Ian Zierring and Jim Belushi, not writing these stories!) laughs
Flashback"Talking"Thinking"Talking"
"Lana! Where in the hell is my hockey uniform?!" Duke shouted throughout the pond as he ran into the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He chugged it down without even thinking.
"Right here!" Lana shouted as she ran into the kitchen, carrying Duke's purple hockey jersey.
"I had to wash the damn thing twice to get the barbeque sauce out, so no more KFC!" Lana exclaimed before planting a kiss on Duke's cheek and skipping out of the room.
"So, didja get laid last night?!" Nosedive asked Duke cheerfully as he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the bologna and cheese.
Duke almost spit out the water that he'd been drinking.
"Excuse me?!" He shouted just as Nosedive opened the bread box and pulled out a loaf of Nickles bread.
"Didja do the 69 with her or what?!" Nosedive asked, all the while winking.
"What in the hell are you talking about?!" Duke whispered harshly taking a step towards the young drake.
"Did you have sex with her yet or not!" Nosedive shouted, very annoyed with the fact that Duke didn't understand the slang that he was using.
"No!" Duke shouted, angry with Nosedive for such a comment. "What in the name od Drake Ducaine makes you think that?!"
"Well, for one: she's been being awful nice to you lately, and two: she smells funny!" Nosedive replied as he took a rather large bite of his sandwich.
He eyed Duke suspiciously.
"Whatever," Duke replied with a smile.
He had to admit Lana did make him get that—that feeling. . . . .
"Yeeeesss!" Lana shouted as Duke slid his hands over her hips, and kissed her tenderly.
Duke felt around her back for the bottom hem of Lana's shirt and lifted it up over her head.
He met Lana's gaze and smiled, noticing that she was lightly biting her lip.
She leaned in closer to his ear.
"Go on," She whispered right into his ear.
Duke chuckled as he slid his hands over Lana's belly button, making her moan loudly again.
She kissed him forcefully as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Duke kissed her back, and, for a moment she felt him. (Think about the meaning here!)
The team better not hear this. . . . Duke thought as he unzipped Lana's skateboarding jeans and let them fall to the floor.
"Duuuuukke!" Nosedive shouted as he waved a hand in front of Duke's face.
"So, did ya do her or not?!" Nosedive asked once again.
"Well, let's just say, she might have a sore throat for the rest of the day," Duke replied as he threw on his hockey jersey.
"Mmmmmm" Duke said as he inhaled the scent of his hockey jersey. "Smells just like Lana,"