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Luna Dey's M7 Drabbles
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Last Updated 9-28-03
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Who Or What Am I Drabble
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#1
I find myself wrapped around him, and I cling as if there is no other purpose to my existence other than to caress him. I feel every ripple of every muscle as he moves, and I revel in the feel of his wet skin against me. With each movement I cling tighter, hoping to never have to let go of those perfect buns and sinewy legs. But, I know that my time with him is short, and I must absorb all I can during my brief contact before he is through with me and tosses me aside for yet another.
#2
There are those hands again, caressing me, wrapping around me. Those hands have a way of making me feel treasured above all else. Their touch is both sensual and possessive as they glide softly over me, bonding with me in our special way. My sole purpose is to provide for the man who owns those hands, but not everyone approves of how I support him. Some might not approve of his attraction to me, while others understand it all too well, having tested their own luck with me. But he knows it is skill that rules me, not mere luck.
#3
I sit here waiting for him to need me. Even when the wait seems to last forever, I can be patient, because I know he can't stay away from me; eventually he must have me. His gentle fingers run down my spine and caress me when at last he comes to me. Slightly callused hands hold me tenderly, almost reverently as his eyes skim hungrily over me. Those eyes take in all that I have to offer, and I give it all to him freely. He leaves me again, but when the need is there he will reach for me.
#4
I am precious to him, more precious than silver or gold. He can't hold me or touch me, but yet he embraces me. I can't keep him warm at night, or shelter him from a storm, or feed him when he is hungry, but without me those comforts can be harder to find. The need to protect me runs strong in his heart. He refuses to let anyone take me from him, although some have tried, and in the eyes of some they have succeeded. He won't give up on reclaiming me, for he feels he is nothing without me.
Misc. Drabbles
Not Again (Drabble)
"Not again," Nathan grumbled and rolled his eyes as he tossed his cards on the table. He looked across the table at Chris and shook his head in disbelief. The gambler had just won the game, and there was no possible way he had any place to hide cards for cheating. "I just don't see how Ezra does it. No matter what we make him do to give us a sporting chance, he still wins," Nathan complained. "What else can we do that we haven't already?" he asked. The men eyed the totally composed and totally naked gambler in consternation.
The Fine Art of Bread and Butter (Drabble) (mild slash)
Ezra gave the slightest shake of his head to signal to the man seated across from him that he was about to do something inappropriate. Green eyes locked with dark blue as he silently told his lover to follow his lead. Ezra dipped butter from the shared butter bowl and placed it on his bread plate. Next, he took a slice of bread and broke off a bite-sized piece, buttered it and slipped it neatly into his mouth. Buck watched those luscious lips longingly and sighed softly, wishing they were alone together. It was going to be a long night.
Break Time (Drabble) (mild slash)
Those dark blue eyes seem to mock me as I try to catch my breath. His lips curl into a smug smile just before they capture my own again leaving my knees weak; his strong arms hold me steady as he entices me into letting him take the kiss farther. I can't believe this is happening after all the times I have dreamed of it, but I had not dared to hope that he would feel the same way.
"Buck," I gasp when my lips are freed from his kiss.
"Yeah, Ezra."
"Suppose we could take all our breaks together?"
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