Title:  Brown Eyes

Author: Luna Dey

Disclaimer:  I don not own them. They are the property of MGM, Mirisch, and Trilogy Entertainment: however, if they ever do come up for sale, I will be in the front row of the auction.

Completed: June 25, 2001
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"Brown Eyes"

It had been a long day, and it was not even starting to get dark yet. He hated the mornings when he had the early patrol. No one should have to get up at that God forsaken hour. The green-eyed gambler stretched out on his bed for a short rest, before he took his customary place at the gaming table. He had not realized just how tired he was until he woke up to feel familiar hands gently rubbing his shoulders and back. Ezra let out a soft moan of contentment as the slender fingers continued to work the knots out of his sore muscles.

"You know, I could do this much better without the shirt in the way," a soft voice whispered near his ear.

The southerner was only too happy to oblige. He turned on his side long enough to unbutton the shirt, and then he rolled back to his stomach. Soft hands slide the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. the action was slow and deliberate, allowing gentle fingers the chance to caress each arm as the fabric was slowly removed.

Each aching muscle was given equal attention as it was kneaded firmly and expertly, releasing more of the days tensions with each knot that relaxed. "Ummmm....Ezra sighed. "I am beginning to think that you could cure a rainy day with those hands."

A soft chuckle sounded above him as the hands continued to work their magic. "Well, I don't know about curing it, but maybe I could make it a little more bearable."

The gamble rolled over, caught one hand, and lightly brushed his lips to the palm.  "In that case, perhaps I should prey for a deluge." He reached up to lay his hand on a pale cheek and allowed his thumb to trail across soft lips. Gently, he pulled his willing companion toward him until those sweet lips were close enough to touch his. Lightly, he brushed a kiss to them, and he was instantly rewarded when the kiss was returned. He took the kiss deeper, playing his mouth over those luscious lips. Ezra slowly slid the tip of his tongue over that soft, full bottom lip and the mouth opened to invite him inside.

Standish moaned softly as teeth gently raked at his tongue creating ripples of pleasure to pass though him, causing him to take the kiss even farther. His lips began to demand more as he felt his lover's tongue slip into his mouth. Coherent thoughts became impossible as the two gave into their more primal instincts letting the kiss take on a life of its own. They clung to each other, both intent on tasting and enjoying all that the other had to give. At last, a need to breathe caused them to reluctantly pull apart. The gambler cradled his trembling paramour to his chest and sighed deeply, completely content for the first time today.

Ezra, jumped slightly when he heard a loud banging. It took a few moments for the sound to completely register with the sleepy southerner. Someone was pounding on his door. He sat up quickly, intent on getting to the door and opening it before the racket could wake..... He shook his head to clear the sleep from his mind as he looked to the opposite side of the bed. There was no one there. He groaned in despair. It was that dream again. All he could ever remember of it was the touch of soft hands, a pair of incredible brown eyes, and the sweet taste of those lips on his. Someday.... he knew deep down that someday he would meet his dream lover, but until then he had only to sleep to see the love in her beautiful "Brown Eyes."