Title:  Flannel Desire

Author: B Marx & LadyViper

Category: Adult Het, ATF Het

Pairing: Brook & Vin   (part of the Brook & Lola Series)

Author's note (optional):  Something we did for Vin birthday

Disclaimer:    We don't own them; sigh not even just a little.

We use and abuse but send them home thereafter.

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"Flannel Desire"

 

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Vin stood at the door, holding a bouquet of wildflowers, and rapped on the jam.

 

Hearing the knock on the door, Brooke looks at the clock surprised.  11:30? Who would be at her door at this time of night… on a Sunday?

 

Feeling great he decided to play a little and held the flowers in front of his face, all the while grinning.

 

Putting her book down she made her way to the door. Making sure to look through the peephole she was dismayed to discover something obstructing her view of the individual standing on the other side.

 

"Who is it?" Brooke asked determined not to open the door until she knew the identity of the person at her front stoop.

 

"Just the man of your wicked dreams," Vin answered impishly.

 

Thumping her head against the barrier, Brooke couldn't help the giggle that slipped out. She recognized the voice, and quickly unlocked the deadbolt. "Vin? What are you doing here? I thought you were still undercover with Ezra until later this week?"

 

"Wrapped up early." he handed her the flowers. "Wanted to celebrate."

 

Cradling the flowers against her chest, Brooke inhaled their heady fragrance. "They're beautiful. Let me put them in water. Do you want anything to drink?" She was babbling but couldn't help herself. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurried off to the kitchen

 

"Sure, beer if you got it." Tanner replied as he followed her into kitchen and leaned on counter.

 

Busying herself with the flowers she watched Vin out of the corner of her eye. He looked good. No bruises or visible wounds, this was a positive sign. Brooke hummed in satisfaction as she placed the vase on the counter and went to the fridge for his beer.

 

Rummaging at the back of the fridge for the cans she had placed the last time the sharpshooter was over, she glanced down and realized she was wearing her flannel pj's… the ones with Snoopy all over them. 'Damn' she thought, 'why does it have to be the most unattractive outfit, I have to be wearing?' Sighing, Brooke straightened and turning handed Vin his beer.

 

Vin stood there smiling, "So, where's Woodstock?"

 

For a second Brooke looked in askance at Vin. Then as she followed his gaze she blushed, "I wasn't expecting company." She replied lamely.

 

"I can tell," he sipped his beer. "Kind of warm for flannel isn't it?" He wondered how hard it would be to get his lover to lose Snoopy. It had been a long time since he'd been with Brooke and all he wanted to do was wrap himself around and in her.

 

"Ummm no..." Brooke blushed. How was she supposed to explain that flannel made her feel safe, like when Vin held her in his arms? Instead she tried to lead the conversation elsewhere. "You mentioned celebrating?"

 

He glanced around, ignoring her question for the moment, "guess Lola went to meet up with Ez?"

 

"Not sure, she got a call and said she was going to meet a friend." Brooke answered, "Since you're here, I would guess that Lola is meeting Ezra."

 

Vin gave her a cocky grin and a wink. "No doubt."

 

Smiling at the cheeky grin, Brooke took Vin's hand and led him back into the living room, "so you gonna tell me what you're celebrating?" she asked once again.

 

He took another sip of his beer, then glanced at his watch. "At midnight, I wanted to be with someone special. To celebrate."

 

"Midnight?" Brooke frowned and tried to think what was so significant about midnight. She was sure she was forgetting something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember. Hesitating for fear of hurting Vin, she asked, "what's so important about midnight? Not that I'm not pleased you want to spend it with me, you understand?"

 

He chuckled then pulled her close to nuzzle her silky neck, he breathlessly whispered in her ear. "Some say it's an anniversary." he paused to suck on her ear lobe, "of the day on which a person was born."

 

Brooke shuddered at the attentions her ear was receiving, and then froze as the sharpshooter's words penetrated her aroused mind. Pushing Vin away, the brunette stared at him in horror. "Your birthday! I can't believe I didn't know that? Oh Lord! I'm so sorry!"

 

"Sorry? For what?" he pulled her close again. "Yer sure those flannels aren't to warm?"

 

Wrenching herself from his grasp she stood and faced the grinning man. She stamped her foot, only to realize the effect was lost since she was wearing her red fuzzy slippers. "For what? I forgot your birthday, that's what!" She had nothing to give this special man and was becoming quite agitated and annoyed at his attitude.

 

Suddenly, a thought hit her, and she grinned, "wait here!"

 

Vin grinned looking at her slippers, then sighed as she left him. He shook his head thinking he'd never understand women. They went from angry to cheerful in less than 60 seconds.

 

Brooke kicked off the slippers on her way to the stereo in the corner. She looked at the CD collection, and after a bit of rummaging, found the right one. She put it on and waited for it to begin.

 

Soon the strains of a solo saxophone started echoing through the condo. The sound was low and sexy and Brooke's hips swayed to the rhythm. She turned back to Vin and slowly made her way towards him.

 

He stood there and cocked his head, a slow grin forming.

 

As she stood before him she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back so he could sit on the couch. "I don't have anything to give you for your birthday except myself. So you just sit there while I unwrap your present." The grin she gave him could have melted steel; it was so hot.

 

He fell back into the couch, glad he had finished his beer, he watched and licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

 

Brooke reached up and removed the chopsticks that held her brown hair in a rough bun and gave her head a slow seductive shake. Her wild curls tumbled past her shoulders and she gave them a little toss. Then slowly swaying to the music she reached under her top to undo the ties on her pj bottoms. She shimmied and they fell to her ankles. She was able to gracefully step out of them, thankful that she managed to remove them without getting tangled up.

 

Brooke was pleased to note that her pj top came to mid thigh and that she was still covered. Turning she continued to move seductively, and ran her hands up and down her sides, allowing only a tiny glimpse of her behind to show.

 

Vin stretched out his long legs, and watched the view. He was slightly surprised when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear under her pj's. Completely turned on by that realization, the sharpshooter wondered how long he'd have to wait to see her finally out of her flannels. She continually surprised him, and could be shy and unsure one moment, and then at others, like now, she could be all sex and seduction. He found he loved all aspects.

 

Brooke smiled as she heard Vin's breathing change. 'Good,' she thought, 'I'm doing this right.' She turned back to the blue-eyed man and as she ground her hips she raised one leg to rest beside Vin.

 

She licked her lips and whispered, "take off your shirt."

 

He started to unbutton his shirt, then grinned up at her. "You take it off me." The Texan countered and let his hand run up her leg.

 

She shuddered at his touch and slipped her limb away. Bending over she gave him a generous view of her cleavage while taking up the unfinished task of unbuttoning his shirt. Once that was accomplished she pushed it off his shoulder and ran her hand down his chest.

 

Vin raised an eyebrow at the succulent view and reached a hand up to cup one breast through the damned flannel top all the while wishing she would continue to touch him.

 

Brooke's eyes fluttered at the sensation and quickly moved away. Taking a deep breath she continued with her plan.

 

Dancing to the music the hazel-eyed woman slowly, and torturously unfastened a button from her pj top.

 

Vin licked his lips, as he shifted on the couch to adjust himself, groaning as Brooke continued to tease him. He really wanted her to rid herself of that flannel.

 

Finally the last button was undone, but she didn't remove the top. Instead she held on to the edges and as she danced she would slip one shoulder off or let the top flash open thus exposing herself briefly.

 

Vin growled in frustration. "Ya keep that up, an...I'm gonna ... " he started to stand.

 

"Ah ah ahhhh Stay seated cowboy," Brooke murmured as she put her right foot on Vin's crotch and gently pushed him back onto the couch.

 

The brunette was pleased to feel her man's arousal and knew that she shouldn't let him suffer too much longer.

 

Sighing he leaned back, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back from grabbing Brooke. That one touch to his dick had him on fire, he just wanted to ravish her and put an end to her teasing.

 

She stalked towards him and soon stood straddling Vin's legs. She bent over and started to undo his belt and button fly.

 

Vin pulse increased at her touch. "Yes!" he hissed as her fingers grazed his skin.

 

Leaning closer she kissed him, her tongue pressing against his lips until he opened up to allow her entrance.

 

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close while deepening the kiss

 

Brookes busy fingers continued to undo his jeans until she was able to reach in and stroke Vin's cock.

 

Tanner groaned into her mouth and he unconsciously squeezed her tight.

 

Breaking off the kiss, she licked his lips and leaning back, watching Vin's face as she removed his throbbing member from the jeans and rubbed her thumb across the purple tip.

 

Vin let his head fall back closing his eyes. This is what he wanted… what he had dreamed about every night he was undercover.

 

Not wanting him to come in her hand she stopped her actions and moved forward until she her legs were kneeling on either side of his hips. She placed Tanner's cock at her entrance, "Vin... I want you to watch," she whispered.

 

At her seductive command, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He placed his hands on her hips to help his lover keep her balance.

 

With Vin helping to steady her, Brooke impaled herself onto his cock, gasping as he filled her.

 

The flannel top had slipped off her shoulders to puddle at her elbows, and her breasts started to heave as she fought to keep breathing at the sensations flooding her. Vin leaned forward to capture her breast in his hand, leaning in he suckled it into a tight bud.

 

Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck and started to ride, slowly at first, and then as she started to get swept up in the act, increased her speed.

 

Throwing her head back she lost herself in the feelings that bombarded her.

 

Vin steadied her, and kissed up her neck. He alternated kisses with little nips knowing that he would leave proof of this night on her ivory body.

 

Brooke started to purr, she loved Vin's mouth on her skin.

 

Tanner continued his ministrations, licking and sucking along her neck, taking her ear lobe into his mouth he suckled it.. then softly blew into her ear. "Ride me baby" he muttered.

 

Shuddering at the sensations, Brooke used her strong legs to carry out his command. The brunette stroked up and down each time burying Vin's cock to the hilt. She could feel the tremors start deep within her and leaned back so that she could watch Vin's face.

 

Vin leaned back as well, allowing the feelings over take him, knowing he was close to the edge,

 

"Oh god, you feel so good," Brook panted and once again started to increase her movements.

 

Placing his hand back on her hip, he helped steady her movements as the pace increased. "Yes, faster."

 

Biting her lip to keep from screaming, Brooke frantically pistoned herself on Vin's cock. She let her self go and soon the tremors changed to spasms as her orgasm started to blast through her nerves. Her whole body shaking with the force of her release she couldn't help the cry that tore from her throat

 

Vin pulled her forward capturing her lips, groaning into her mouth, as he climax hard. His body thrumming, his hips met hers as they both came.

 

Brooke clutched at Vin as she felt his orgasm hit and continued to move as sparks still coursed through her body. Moaning against his lips, their tongues continued to duel as they slowly came back to earth.

 

Slowly breaking the kiss, he fell back against the couch, his breathing slowing. He glanced at the flannel top bunched at her elbows, "maybe next time you could wear Woodstock for me?" He grinned at her dazed expression.

 

Blinking, Brooke's sex addled mind tried to comprehend what Vin was requesting. When it finally penetrated, the brunette started giggling, "I think that could be arranged... though I do have a pair of Garfield's that might be fun."

 

Still straddling his lap Brooke snuggled into his embrace and trailed lazy kisses on his shoulder.

 

Vin smiled, "I like Garfield," he wrapped his arms around her.

 

The chime from the clock on the mantel announced midnights arrival and Brooke smiled, "Happy birthday," she whispered into his ear.

 

"Thanks, can I unwrapped the present next time." He grinned.

 

"Most definitely... as long as I can make you a birthday breakfast in bed?" she countered.

 

He nodded then pulled into a deep kiss.

 

~~7~~

 

Won't say that this is the end… Brooke and Lola will be back in further adventures… <EG>