For the Ladies :op
This is some sort of sexy noir (the second part *unposted* is so fucking dirty, I blush everytime I read it. It is the stuff meant for sleepovers--giggling girls and the phrase "I can't believe I wrote this" with responses like "You're telling me")

It's one of my favorite groups and someday I'll write them all. (They're from awhile back and since I wrote the first ones, they've remained a source of amusing distraction.)
But here's the first.

Enjoy ;o)
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He’s just sitting there. That smug grin on his face. His shirt lost halfway across the room, laying exactly where it landed after he pulled it off and tossed it carelessly. His gun laying across his leg. And his eyes are slowly roaming up and down the body that’s laying on the bed. My body.
Dixon’s rubbing his hand back thru his hair and then slowly down his chest as he forces a sigh and fakes a stretch. He’s still sporting that grin and now it’s accompanied by that devilish glint that I’ve never seen in anyone else. When his lips part his voice comes thru as half growl. The tone of it is enough to cause my eyes to close and my head to turn in pleasure. I could listen to him talk for hours.
“I need a shower.”
My teeth are scraping across my lips as my fingers clench a little fist and the thoughts of it run thru my mind. His hair’s crushed under the weight of the cool water as he rests his arm on the wall beneath the head. His eyes are closed and water’s pouring down over it. Like the rock cliff of some exotic waterfall. Never moving. It’s moistening his bottom lip and if I just slip around in front of him, I could reach up and grab it between my own. Playfully bite and shoot him the same depraved look he’s only half giving me now.
He’s laughing quietly cause when I open my eyes slowly and look over at him, he knows. He’s still sitting there, not making any move. His gun still laying across his leg and his chest still waiting for nails to scratch down it. I haven’t said a word but he’s seen every picture that passed thru my mind as though I’d dictated each thought to him directly. I give my head half a shake and turn away eyes open.
My eyes are looking towards the window but they’re caught up in the fuzzy reflection the light creates against the night sky beyond. Dixon’s looking at me directly and his tongue is edging out and wetting his lips. Pictures are floating thru his mind. I can’t see a single one so I make up my own in his style. My sheet’s coming down and he’s crawling on top. His hands are holding down wrists that haven’t even attempted to move free. My body’s reacting to the close encounter despite my will to remain reserved. But nothing gets me more than the face that’s only a breath away from my own. His face, his lips, traveling up and down the side of my face slowly and deliberately and careful not to touch me for even a second. Sport expressed in a pause and drawn in breath of me that’s followed by a low guttural laugh that vibrates my own body.
Whatever he’s thinking must be getting to be too much. Dixon’s leaning forward. Hands picking up his gun and pressing the barrel to his head. Pointed at the sky. Cold hard metal held right between his eyes. Trying to find his center so he doesn’t blow it all. And now I’m laughing from the unintended pun. His eyes are slow to raise their gaze to me and when they do the corner of his mouth turns up in a smile. He gets the joke without ever having heard it. I want him out of my head and inside my body.
Dixon’s leaning back and rubbing the back of his head as he smiles onward. Plans are forming in his mind and he’s got every intention of playing them out to the very last detail. I’m already well aware that I’m not going to make it even halfway thru whatever it is he’s going to do to me tonight.
My arms falling off the side of the bed, as my finger stands erect pointing toward the bathroom door a few feet to his side. I want to sound strong and untouched by the thick and unmistakable air of sex pressing in all around us. My voice is nothing more than breathy and desperate.
“There are clean towels in the closet.”