Of the Uses and Abuses of Silk

by Thalia

ATF Universe

Disclaimer: None. Don't want to!

Author's note: Blame this one on Nancy from the Lust in the Dust List, she started the talk about pjs ;D
Then, Easter was on us. And I just had to send in a challenge on the Lust in the Dust List… Here is my unique version of that Easter challenge ;D
This fic is to be read as a script.

• C: Shit! I almost forgot!

[The other figure nonchalantly leans up on an elbow and inquires]

• E: Forgot what?
  
  C: [smiling] Your Easter gift…
  
  E: [one eyebrow lifts] My Easter gift? Wasn't that it?
  
  C: [chuckles] It is… part of it anyway… but I also wanted something special.
  
  E: Something special?
  
  C: [sighs] What's wrong with you tonight? [smiling] Did I finally manage to fry your brain?
  
  E: [chuckles] Absolutely not, my dear! It's just that the bloodflow doesn't seem to be able to reach that high. [indicating his southern hemisphere and his growing interest with a nod] I do think my blood has decided to forgo the main highway and took a little shortcut.
  
  C: [eyes twinkling] Not little from my point of view!
  
  E: [smiles, gold tooth shining] But you, sir, are biased!
  
  C: [chuckles then stands up] You hang on and keep that thought, I'll be right back.
  
  E: [mutters] As if I had a choice…

[suddenly, he smacks his head and hurries to his bag still by the door. Diligently, he fishes out a wrapped packet and saunters back to the fireplace and the comforter to await his lover. Soon after, C appears at the entrance of the room, still naked as a jaybird]

• E: [licks his lips and rakes his eyes over the naked… and stirring flesh] Is that my gift? [indicating the shaft proudly raising from the ashes of their last loving]

[C advances into the room, his hands still behind his back hiding his intentions. He kneels beside his lover, takes a deep breath then hands him his gift]

• E: [smiles and hands his own wrapped package] And here is mine…

[the two of them slightly frown, discovering the same dark blue paper wrapping… then look at each other, smile and tear the paper apart. Gasps of surprise can be heard… then chuckles becoming full fledge laughters]

• C: [still chuckling] Hallmark?
  
  E: [chuckling too] Mall!
  
  C: [eyes warming] You went to the mall for me?
  
  E: [heart in his eyes] There is quite a number of things I would do for you…
  
  C: [smiles] So… how about we try them on?
  
  [without letting go of the other's gaze, they stand up and put on the gifts]
  
  C: [smiles] Bathroom.
  
  [E lifts a questing eyebrow]
  
  C: Mirror.

[together, they walk to the room in question to admire the new addition to their wardrobes]

• E: [smiling with satisfaction] I just knew it would suit you.
  
  C: [his hand brushing his chest] Yeah, well… silk is more you than me… but I kinda like it.
  
  E: [his hot gaze lazily stroking the lengths of his lover's body] Besides, it is still black, which means it will not disparage your wardrobe. Of course, the design is quite a bit different from what you usually wear… but, I do say, the green just puts out the green in your eyes.
  
  C: [drinking in the sight of the smaller man] You're not half bad youself. [smiling] Did you know that shade of red just gets your hair flaming?
  
  E: [brushing his fingers in light caresses on C's chest] My, my, aren't we a flirt suddenly… are you, by any chance, trying to get into my bed?
  
  C: [snaking his arms around E's waist and snorting] Nope, more like trying to get into your pjs!

[They kiss hotly, hands roam freely and greedily. Moans can be heard above the hot whispers of silk against skin]

• E: [stepping back to breathe] living room?
  
  C: [shaking his head] bedroom!

[All the way to Paradise's anti-chamber, they kiss and nip and bite and try all they can to start a raging fire into each other. Finally, they pass the threshold to the den of inequities. With a groan of impatience, C pushes E onto the bed, then with a war cry worthy of Tarzan throws himself in the melee… to land on the comforter, alone. A moan and a swear has him back on his feet]

• E: [from the floor] Dear Lord, I think I broke my coccyx…
  
  C: [shaking his head in total denial] No can do! We've been planning this weekend for too long to end up in ER. [Helping E up] See, you can stand. Try moving around, I'm sure you'll feel better!
  
  E: [limping around the bedroom] Sorry, doesn't seem to help…
  
  C: [taking him into his arms] Let me try and see if my medicine will work better.

[Sounds of wet kisses… moans and harsh breaths… C goes to push E on the bed again when E stops him]

• E: I think it would be better if we at least divested ourselves of the top.
  
  [Frantic curses can suddenly be heard]
  
  C: [tightlipped] These aren't pjs, Ez. These are instruments of torture!
  
  E: [frantically trying to dislodge buttons] Tell me about it!
  
  C: What the Hell! Let me help. [Grabs the collar of the shirt and tears it off his lover]

[E smiles, then a calculating light enters his eyes… and gives his lover's shirt the same… mistreatment. Smiling at each other, they finally get… down to business. About to finally collapse on the so much wanted and needed bed, C suddenly tears his head away from the luscious mouth of his companion]

• C: [hearing E's unhappy moan] Sorry, forgot to bank the fireplace. [then walks away hurriedly]

[E sighs, then decides to make himself more comfortable. Running footsteps echo in the hall]

• C: [yelling from the hallway and coming running into the bedroom] Here I coooo…. [a swishing sound…. A thudding sound… sound of air wushed out of lungs… then, breathless…] … shit…
  
  E: [hurrying to the edge of the bed] Chris, you okay? [discovers his lover lying flat on his back, hardly moving] Oh my God! What… how…
  
  C: [between teeth clenched in hurt] Damn silk pjs, that's what!
  
  E: Of course not! We just have to learn to work around them!
  
  C: [between his teeth] No working around, with or into them, period! [breathing ever so slowly] Ez, I think you better call 911…
  
  E: [eyes dilated in fright] What's wrong?
  
  C: [slowly] Can't… get… my… breath… back…
  
  [A flurry of activity, E makes calls, changes clothes. Paramedics arrive, load the patient, all leave]
  
  FADE OUT ON THE CLOSING DOOR
  
  VOICE OFF: THE NEXT DAY, AROUND LUNCHTIME…
  
  FADE IN ON THE OPENING KITCHEN DOOR

[B and JD step in. JD goes straight to the den, Buck to the living room. B chuckles and picks up torn garments. A closer inspection tells him they are silk pjs, one black and the other burgundy, both sporting water-green humping bunnies]

• B: My, my, they sure look like they had fun last night…

[From the den, JD yells for B to come. There's a message on the answering machine. B smiles and without a qualm put the message on. An harassed, exhausted voice springs from the speaker]

• E: Gentlemen, I am sure you will be at the ranch by now and will have noticed neither our fearless leader nor I are present. We had… [slight hesitation] an unfortunate riding accident…
  
  B: [snorting] yeah, right!
  
  E: … and are both presently occupying a bed in the ER. Do not worry, please! Mr. Larabee just had the wind knocked out of him and I have just a slight backache. We are here strictly for observation. We shall be released this afternoon. In the meantime, please make yourself at home.
  
  B: [under JD's surprised gaze, chuckles and looks at the pjs he's still holding] Riding accident, yeah, right…
  
  FADE OUT ON CHUCKLING BUCK
  
  

The End…

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