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RATING – NC-13 for the implied situation
WARNING – just an adult giggle for you…
PAIRING – umm, nope… <<grin>>
UNIVERSE – Just another little 'Cassie' thing…
ARCHIVE – Yes, but ask first please.
SUMMARY – Replaced? Oh, what a horrible thought! LOL
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DISCLAIMER
If only wishes did come true……….. Reality is
harsh
John Watson and CBS own The Magnificent Seven and all of its characters.
No profit shall be received from this narrative.
I claim All Original Characters as my own.
Please do not use them without my express permission.
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WRITER’S NOTES – Just don't ask… <<giggle>>
"I don't think you should be doing that, Buck."
Wilmington glanced at his young friend and scowled playfully. "Cassie said we needed to lend a hand today or their weren't gonna be no fun on the weekend," he responded as he sorted her piles of clean laundry ready to be put in drawers.
Dunne tucked the feather duster under his arm and approached the bed. Looking at the clothes, he frowned. "Those are her… panties, Buck. You ought not be touching those."
The ladies' man laughed outright. "JD," he scolded. "You've seen 'em before, right?" he picked a pair up and held them out towards the kid's face. "Normally, when you're takin' 'em off, I would think." He smirked and waggled his eyebrows.
Dunne scowled in earnest. "Buck… stop it," he turned around to hide the slight blush of his cheeks. "You know we don't talk about what we… do… with her."
Putting the panties back in the pile he was sorting, Wilmington was still grinning from ear to ear. "JD, there are some elements of lovemaking that are, well… fundamental, you know... The panties normally have to come off at some stage, and that particular detail is gonna be about the same for all of us."
"Don't mean you got 'a talk about it like that," the kid mumbled as he went back to dusting.
Buck sighed and shook his head. It didn't matter how hard he tried, he figured there were just some things the kid would never rival him on. Openness about sex was one of them, although, he certainly wasn't going to stop trying.
Grabbing the sweatshirts, he turned to put them in Cassie's bottom drawer just as Josiah and Chris came into the room, each carrying an armload of papers and files.
"You boys got all that stuff sorted out yet?" he inquired happily.
Chris glared. "I really didn't need to know what she gets up to, ya know!" Setting his pile on her desk, he stepped aside so that Sanchez could do the same
"Hey, she said you two were the… wisest," Buck snickered.
"Course, she meant oldest," JD added with a laugh.
Josiah cleared his throat. "Cassandra said that, being the most mature of our group," he pursed his lips at the snorts, "Chris and I could be trusted to sort through her papers and files."
Still nodding teasingly, Wilmington reached for his next pile of clothes. "So, those papers include her musings?" he asked.
"A few," Larabee was now arranging the files he'd brought back. "She does some nice works, and some… interesting reading, too…."
"I do not believe perusing Miss Cassie's compositions was the objective of your assignment," Standish commented as he came through the door with his arms full of pillows.
"We didn't read, Ezra," Sanchez defended their actions. "We had to… see what they were about to… properly sort and categorize everything," he grinned before turning to sort his own stack.
"Of course," was all the southerner could find to say. Staggering his way to the sofa and chair in her one room suite, he deposited his load on the nearest piece of furniture.
Just wrapping up the cord from the vacuum cleaner, Nathan glanced at the man now standing on his clean carpet. "I hope you wiped your feet at the door," he narrowed his glare. Standing, he looked at the pillows. "You get them all beat?" he asked.
Straightening his attire, Standish blew out a wearied breath. "Mr. Jackson, the cushion are appropriately and exhaustively puffed, fluffed, or… beat… as you so succinctly put it."
"Good," the bigger man smiled. "Now you can lay them out where they came from while I put this thing away."
Watching Nathan head for the closet, vacuum in tow, Ezra sighed and set about rearranging the pillows as necessary.
Cloth and sprayer bottle in hand, Vin snickered at the antics of his friends. He was busily cleaning the big windows of Cass's room, but didn't care to add anything to their conversations. He just liked to listen… It was all the entertainment he needed.
The men's accomplishments were interrupted a few minutes later when Wilmington suddenly gasped. "What the…?" he announced in astonishment.
All attentions were now focused on the ladies' man as he leaned over Cassie's dresser; the second drawer down pulled out most of the way.
"What's the matter, Buck?" Josiah asked as he stepped closer.
"You find a spider or somethin'?" Nathan teased as he, too, came to the edge of the bed.
Dunne snorted. "Probably a pair of panties he ain't never seen before," he joked.
At the window, Tanner snickered again.
Chris was smiling as he glanced from his best to his oldest friend. "You gonna tell us what has you so shocked, Buck. Didn't think that was possible where a lady was concerned, but hell… there's a first time for everything."
"Even with Buck?" JD questioned seriously.
Again, the room erupted in quiet laughter.
The ladies' man twisted his neck and pursed his lips at the teasing. "You all ain't gonna be so smart when you see what I found," he looked back and reached into the drawer.
Stepping forward to join his friends, Standish was cleaning his hands on a cloth. "The lady's belongings should not be tampered with, Mr. Wilmington, and might I remind you, we are here to assist, not…."
As Ezra's flowery speech went silent, the men frowned, their concentration moving from the southerner, to where his eyes were now focused in rather large saucers.
"OH!" Larabee's green pools widened as well.
"Well, now," Nathan grinned.
Confused, Dunne turned around and saw what his friend was holding. "Geez, Buck… put it back," he ordered and hid his eyes with a nervous hand.
Josiah's smirk told everyone of his amusement. "JD's right, Buck. You should… put it back… Exactly where you got it from."
By this time, Wilmington had a firm grip on the object. "What do you…? You mind telling me… I mean…." Exasperated, he finally managed to spit out the words he was searching for. "Just what in blue blazes does she need one of these for?" he snapped. "I mean… she's got us! One for every day of the week… Ain't that what she says?"
"Yes, Mr. Wilmington," Ezra agreed slowly. "That is, indeed, the terminology that Miss Cassie uses."
Walking towards his oldest friend, the ladies' man held the object of their discussion out for Chris to inspect. "You… know about this?"
Larabee held his hands up in surrender. "Don't look at me," he smirked. "I've never seen it before."
"And the rest of you?" Buck turned and point 'it' to the room's occupants.
Varying head motions and mumbles answered, all negative.
Suddenly, Wilmington stopped moving, his eyes focused on Tanner over by the window. "You… don't look surprised, Vin," he stepped a little closer to the wiry young man. "You got somethin' to tell us…? Huh, Vin!"
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
The seven men turned to the doorway to find Cassandra standing there, hands on her hips, and glaring a death wish in Buck's direction.
It took several seconds, but eventually Wilmington swallowed and straightened. "You, eh… How about you Cass, you got somethin' you wanna tell us," he cleared his throat and held 'it' out gingerly.
Cassie spied the object in Buck's hand and then met his dark blue orbs. "I… am going to… leave now…" she spoke purposely and slowly. "I… am… going to… come back… in five minutes… and you all… better be gone… and everything better be put back… exactly, where it belongs…. Do I make myself… clear!"
Watching the lady whirl and leave, the six men glanced at their seventh, and the object in his hand. Quickly and efficiently, they set about following Cassie's 'orders'.~~~~~~~ 7 ~~~~~~~ 7 ~~~~~~~
It was very late and the Seven were settling into their beds in the next room. The adjoining door had been firmly closed for hours and none of the men were particularly pleased with Wilmington.
Buck had endured their stares and slights. Standing up for himself, he'd made appropriate excuses, firmly declaring that his 'exposure' of Cassandra's 'possession' was 'in the best interest of all concerned'.
Suddenly, the adjoining door flew open and Cass stormed in.
"Buck Wilmington!" she seethed. "I'm not even going to bothering to count to three… I want my batteries back, NOW!"~~~~~~~ 7 ~~~~~~~ 7 ~~~~~~~
Cassie sat up with a start and blinked several times. Her breathing was erratic from her dream, but she calmed it quickly.
A smirk slowly grew on her face as she remembered bits and pieces of her fantasy. Buck and his teammates had been away on assignment for far too long, and this was the result.
'Dreaming about them all?' she frowned at the thought. "Bad sign!"
Shaking her head, she gathered the covers and snuggled back down. Slowly, her eyes settled on the dresser a few feet away, and she giggled….
THE END
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