Author's Note: and thanks: Inspired by WB's ava and one of many YIM chats. Thank you pard, you're the best. Beta'd by WB but all errors are mine. NO cowboys were harmed in this fic. Characters are not mine and no disrespect is intended towards their orginators.
The shadowy figure with the long brown hair leaned over a nude reclining Buck Wilmington, dimly revealing a seductive smile, and Buck smiled right back. The kind of "drop your panties" smile that the ladies' man was known for, only this was no lady he was reaching for. The long fingers met and intertwined as Vin leaned down into the kiss.Soft moans and the rustle of bedclothes, Tanner's hide coat is slipping down off his shoulders. Buck's hands are busily moving, stroking and stripping off more clothing from the tracker's lean form. Sinewy shoulders and corded muscles revealed, Buck's hands gripping and rubbing sweat shimmered skin. Vin's lips skimmed over Buck's chest, nipping, licking, and biting. He paused when Buck made a particularly vocal response to the stimulation. Latching onto the sensitive ridge of flesh Vin began marking his property, properly. Buck grasped the bed clothes and writhed beneath him. Finally the calloused fingers found their way to the proudly jutting cock, making Vin's hips surge. Then another hand appeared, darker, more slender; feminine.
Raine moved and both men looked at her greedily.
~7~7~
Nathan bolted upright in his bed gasping and sweating profusely. His wife, Raine, startled from her own peaceful repose was properly concerned. "Nathan? You all right honey?" She reached out a comforting hand . Nathan flinched and backed away, wild eyed.
"Don't! God almighty!" Nathan swore as he backed too far across the bed and fell onto the floor. Raine crawled over the rumpled coverlet to stare down at him.
"Nathan?" She looked puzzled, rolling her bottom lip in and biting gently on it, so kissable. Nathan shuddered and scrambled to his feet. Shaking his head violently he tried to clear the memory of his dream. his nightmare from his mind's eye. "Nate, your scaring me!" The sharper tone brought him back to himself.
"Sorry.dream. Bad . Bad dream," Nathan stuttered out, wiping at his face.
"Oh my poor honey come here. It must have been horrible. Something from work?" Raine was all loving smile and warm arms reaching out for him now. The same smile and slender beauty as in his dream. "Tell me about it sweetheart." She pulled back the comforter and patted the bed when he made no move to come to her. Her expression changing to concern as he hesitated still. "What is it Nathan? You look like I'm a stranger or worse." He could hear the hurt in her voice and that more than anything pulled him back to the bed.
"No Raine, darlin' it's not." Nathan found his mind grappling with the idea of Raine's reaction to his dream. "It's just I'm not awake yet, I don't. . ." Nathan had no idea what to say, but he knew he absolutely could NOT tell her about THAT.
"What was it about sweetheart?" Raine tried to get him settled, stroking the shell of his ear, one of the things he liked best. Nathan squirmed.
"I don't want to talk about it now, dear. Let's just try to get back to sleep all right?" Raine, still looking vaguely puzzled, lay back on her pillows then sat up and plumped them, rearranged and finally tossed one to the foot of the bed.
"Well, all right Nathan, we'll talk about it in the morning." Nathan sighed in relief and leaned over to give her a kiss. "I was just worried because of the way you said their names. All moaning like.B-uck.V-iin. Really it sounded so odd." Raine turned to her husband. "Nathan are you all right?" She pounded the choking man on the back and tried to lift up his arms.
Finally coherent once again, Nathan told all. Raine stared at him in consternation for all of two minutes. "That is not what I meant at all," she stated emphatically.
Nathan stared back, "What?"
"That's not what I meant when I said we needed to spice things up in the bedroom!" Raine exclaimed. "Earlier tonight. at dinner. You remember? Nathan Jackson were you even listening to me?" Now she sounded irritated. Nathan thought furiously.
"I . . .Yes! Yes I was listening but I thought you said something about spicier food. Or something." Now wanting only to end this terrible conversation, Nathan tried to take Raine's hand. She pulled it back.
"Evidently not listening very carefully. I said I wanted to spice up the bedroom with some bolder colors. Like that sunset orange, or mandrin red we saw at Lowe's last weekend." She huffed, "Really you do have only one thing on that mind of yours. And with Buck and Vin? HA!" She laughed, "Not like I have a death wish!" turning her back on him, still muttering about what Chris would do. A little giggle about Vin and Buck ever trying.
It was much later when everything had quieted and only the sounds of gentle breathing were heard that Nathan dared to relax. He vowed in his mind never to tell another soul, especially not Josiah. Lord knows what the psychological profiler would make of it!
(And to all a good night.)