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TITLE: ATF/AU: "Jag Tales" RATING: Too hot to handle!! Written: March/April 2005 DISCLAIMER: Trilogy, MGM, and the Mirish Corporation own The Magnificent Seven characters. They are not mine. The only purpose of this story is for entertainment. No money is being made.
"Jag Tales"
ATF agent Ezra Standish sighed as he reached for the phone. He could no longer put off the onerous task. Finding the business card he filed away in his Rolodex, the southerner took a deep breath and dialed the number.
Instead of a human voice, the undercover agent got a recorded message: “Thank you for calling Western Pacific Insurance Corporation. Our hours of operation are 8:30 am to 4:30 pm, Monday through Friday. To set up a new account, press one. If you have a question regarding your bill, press two. For home insurance, press three. For marine insurance, press four. For automobile insurance, press five. For fire, flood, or earthquake insurance, press six."
‘Good lord,’ Ezra thought; do they even have earthquakes in Denver?
The recorded message continued, "If you wish to report a claim, press seven. To repeat these options press eight. If you wish to speak to a company representative, press nine. If you have a rotary telephone please stay on the line and a customer representative will be with you shortly."
The southerner was torn; did he want to press nine, knowing he’ll end up on hold once again, or did he want to bypass the whole menu option and pretend to own a rotary telephone? Sighing, Ezra pressed nine.
Instead of being instantly transferred to a customer service representative, the undercover agent found himself listening to horrible 80's music and was told his wait time was approximately ten minutes. Rubbing his forehead, he waited while trying to ignore "Hungry Like the Wolf" that played in the background. Slumping over his desk, he propped his head up in one hand while holding the receiver to his ear.
When the sound of a soft female voice finally came on the line, the undercover agent was taken by surprise. He sat up quickly and almost dropped the phone.
"Thank you for holding, my name is Barbara, how can I help you?" the voice on the other side of the line asked.
"Yes, my name is Ezra Standish and I would like to report a claim," replied the undercover agent.
"Of course, may I have your account number please?" Barb asked as she keyed in Mr. Standish' name.
Ezra glanced at the insurance card in his hand and read the identification number back to the woman.
As the information came on the screen, Barb's eyebrows rose at the number of claims made by the gentleman.
"Can you give me the nature of the incident, sir," the claims adjuster asked.
Ezra started his recitation, while on the other end of the line, Barbara rapidly typed up the narrative. At the conclusion of the southerner's tale there was silence...
"Mr. Standish, I'm not sure I have this right. You're saying that your Jaguar... drowned in a swimming pool?" Barb asked as she bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing.
"That is correct," replied Ezra.
"While being driven by a, how did you put it... a miscreant..." she trailed off. "…during an undercover operation. Just what do you do for a living sir?" Barb asked. She wasn't quite sure what to make of this claim.
"I am employed by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms," replied Ezra.
"Oh. I see. OK. For the record what was the man's name? I assume you apprehended him after all that?" Barb questioned.
"Yes, we did," replied Ezra. "And his name is 'Billy Bob'… no relation to Ms. Jolie... Randall."
Barb couldn't help but giggle at that comment, visions of Billy Bob Thorton running through the brunette's head. "I'll keep that in mind. All right Mr. Standish. I'll begin the claim and someone will get back to you in a few days." Barb stated while making a note in the file that she'd like to run with it.
"Thank you. I look forward to hearing from them," Ezra stated with a nod at the professionalism of the woman on the other line.
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Three days later the phone on Ezra's desk rang and he answered. "Ezra Standish," said the undercover agent.
"Good morning Mr. Standish, this is Barbara from Western Pacific Insurance Corp. I have a few follow up questions regarding your claim. Do you have a moment?" Barb asked.
"Good day, Miss Barbara," replied Ezra, "I shall endeavor to answer any and all queries you may have."
"First of all... who entered your vehicle first? The skunk or 'Billy Bob'?" asked Barb.
"It appears that the mephitis mephitis entered the vehicle through the rear window which was inadvertently left open by one of my co workers." Ezra explained with a sigh. "Then Billy Bob Randall gained access to the interior of mah Jaguar by smashing the driver side window and crawling in."
Barb smiled to herself at the sound of his southern drawl. After typing in his response, she replied, "And the location of the pool that your vehicle wound up in?"
"It was during Mr. Randall's attempt at hot wiring mah vehicle, that the omnivorous little mammal decided to make her displeasure known and sprayed ole Billy Bob." Ezra continued his narrative. "Though it makes no sense, it appears that Mr. Randall was attempting to get away from... little blossom and drove three miles to the estate of Miss Daisy Wainright, through her fence, and into her swimmin' pool." he drawled, his accent thickening as the tale continued.
Barb shook her head in amazement as she asked, "And your vehicle is currently residing where?"
Ezra smiled at the disbelief he could hear in the dulcet tones of Miss Barbara, "Currently ah am in negotiations with Miss Wainright. She is being extremely stubborn and is refusing to allow a crane in to remove the Jaguar from the depths of her swimmin' hole... as she so charmingly calls it."
"Do you think Miss Wainright will allow a claims adjuster on her property to take a look at the vehicle?" she asked in between giggles.
Chuckling at the delightful laughter coming through the receiver, Ezra grinned, "Ah could give you her number. Just a second Ah'll find it." he quickly flipped through his notebook and located the number, "Here it is. Miss Daisy Wainright, 555-3957. Whoever calls Miss Wainright should be advised that the dear is 85 years old and a bit hard of hearing. She also has in her possession a 12 gage shotgun and is not afraid of using it."
"I will make a note in my records of Miss Wainright's medical condition as well as her shotgun," replied a grinning Barb. "Well, I believe I have the necessary information... thank you for answering my additional questions, Mr. Standish. I will expedite this claim right away."
"Thank you," replied Ezra.
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A few days later Vin and Buck were discussing a case when all of a sudden Ezra started swearing a blue streak. Both men paused in their conversation, surprised to hear such language coming from the undercover agent.
"What the heck's up with Ez?" Tanner asked, as he headed towards the office he shared with the southerner.
"You're guess is as good as mine," replied Wilmington, who followed the sharpshooter.
The two men found Ezra sitting at his desk crumpling a piece of paper while hunting for something on his desk.
"What's wrong Ezra? Your Ma comin' into town?" asked Vin.
Standish turned an emerald glare the Texan's way and growled, "Very funny Mr. Tanner. Maude is currently on husband number six and vacationing in the Riviera" then muttered a 'thank god' under his breath.
"Then what's the problem pard?" Wilmington asks as he flopped into a chair.
"The problem?" repeated the distraught undercover agent. "The problem is THIS!" He held up the paper to show the two men, shaking it front of their faces so neither could get a look at the document. "It seems the Western Pacific Insurance Corporation has canceled my auto policy."
Biting his lip to keep from laughing, Vin attempted to nod solemnly, "So what'cha going to do now?"
"Now? Well now I'm going to call those bureaucratic simpletons and, using language that even a three year old could understand, explain to them that they cannot possibly cancel my policy," Ezra snarled as he triumphantly held up the phone number.
"Mind if we stay for the floor show?" Buck asked as he made himself comfortable.
Ezra just waved graciously in response as he dialed the number for Western Pacific. Knowing the menu prompts by heart, he began to angrily press buttons.
After about two minutes Ezra finally pressed enough buttons and jumped through enough hoops to finally get to a live voice. He cringed at the nasal tones coming through the hand set, "My name is Ezra Standish, Policy number 496783-B. I'd like to discuss a letter I received this morning."
"Yes, Mr. Standish," replied the other voice at the other end. "Let me retrieve your policy... please hold for a moment." Typing could be heard
Ezra was tempted to bang his head against the desk as the tinny version of the "Girl from Ipanema" came on.
Five minutes later, and still on hold, Standish was almost ready to rip the phone out of the wall, when a voice came back on.
"It looks like your policy was canceled, Sir," replied the voice on the other end.
Taking a deep breath, Ezra responded, "So the letter said. Unfortunately that is unacceptable. I've been paying my premiums on time for years and refuse to accept that you canceled my policy for a situation that wasn't my fault."
"Well, I will need to check with my supervisor, Sir," replied the claims adjuster. "I can't reinstate your policy on my own..."
Vin and Buck traded looks and small talk while Ezra dealt with the idiots at the insurance company. Both men thinking that watching their friend was more fun than doing paper work.
"One moment," was the response as he was promptly put on hold yet again.
Ezra leaned back in his chair, "I swear the idiot who thought that listening to music while on hold was a good idea should be drawn and quartered," he told his friends.
"Oh I agree," a familiar voice answered him from the other end of the phone.
"Barbara?" replied Ezra as he sat forward.
"Barbara?" mouthed Vin and Buck to each other; surprised the undercover agent was on a first name basis with someone, let alone an insurance claims adjuster.
"Mr. Standish. Eric has informed me that you requested my assistance. What can I help you with," Barb asked as she shooed Eric away.
"You've canceled my policy," Ezra blurted out then smacked his forehead with his palm at his uncharacteristic abruptness.
Barb paused for a second while she absorbed what the southerner said, "That can't be," she finally said, "Just a second and I'll get the file." She covered the mouthpiece with her hand and glared at the other insurance agent, "Eric!" she hissed, "Give me the file right now!"
Ezra could hear the shuffle of papers and then Barb came back on the line, "I'm deeply sorry Mr. Standish, it does look like your policy was canceled against my recommendations," Barb stated quietly. She was deeply disturbed that this had happened.
Ezra shivered at the change in Barbara's tone of voice. It seemed that the adjusters voice changed according to her mood and at the moment the lowered timber was... disconcerting.
Ezra sighed, "If I understand this correctly, you recommended that my policy be paid out, yet it was cancelled regardless. Is there anything you can do to reinstate it?"
Barbara closed her eyes and rubbed her free hand over them. "Unfortunately my hands are tied. According to the notes in the file, Mr. Hancock, my superior, vetoed my recommendation and had the powers that be cancel your policy."
"I see..." Standish nodded in understanding, "What would you suggest my next steps of recourse be?"
Barbara looked around the office. She grinned as she realized that everyone had gone for lunch and she was the only one left in the room. "I'm sorry I can't help you Mr. Standish," she said formerly as her fingers flew over her keyboard. She was taking a chance, but she really did like the voice on the other end and thought it was unfair of what her boss did. She fired off the email and crossed her fingers. "Electronic mail is a marvel isn't it Mr. Standish?" she asked hoping the man was as smart as he sounded.
"Yes it is, and please call me Ezra," replied the undercover agent taking her subtle hint he glanced at his computer monitor and clicked refresh to see her email appear on his screen. Double clicking on the document in question he opened it up and began to read...
Ezra,
I can't tell you this over the phone, on the off chance that 'they' are monitoring this call. But should you send a letter to the Ombudsman at Head Office, he could look into your case and hopefully be of some help.
Yours truly, Barbara
"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, Ezra," Barb commented sadly. She hoped that her suggestion would meet with some success but couldn't be sure.
"I understand," replied Ezra. "I do appreciate your assistance in the matter."
Vin watched Ezra speak on the phone. His body language changed the moment 'Barbara' got on the line. He thought it was interesting that one moment Ezra was ready to hang someone by their balls then the next he was talking all smooth like.
Buck stared dumbfounded. This just proved that he didn't understand Ezra. One moment spitting nails and the next smiling like a fool. "That's it? You were all hell bent on hangin' someone and that's it?"
"I received just what I needed," replied Ezra as his gaze focused on the email Barbara just sent him.
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It was two weeks later and Barbara was at her desk going through paperwork when her computer signaled she had received an email. Turning to the monitor she glanced at the recently arrived email, noticing immediately it was from Ezra Standish. A smile tugged at her lips as she remembered back to his sexy southern accent, clicking on the email she opened it and began to read.
Dear Barbara,
I just wanted to drop you a quick line to thank you for your timely assistance. You may be pleased to note that my recent troubles with your company have come to a satisfactory end. I would like to extend an invitation to dinner to show my appreciation but realize I don't even know if you reside in the Denver area. I hope to hear from you soon, yet will understand if I'm being too forward.
Yours sincerely, Ezra P. Standish
Barbara sat back in her chair as she reread Ezra's email and couldn't help but grin. As she thought about the sexy voice on the phone yet another shiver ran up and down her spine. While she was intrigued, she was also a little leery... but before she lost her nerve, or talked herself out of it, she clicked on 'reply' and began typing.
Dear Ezra,
I'm so glad that things worked out. As luck would have it I too live in Denver. While I'm intrigued by your offer, I have to admit to being a little cautious. I'm sure I don't have to remind you that we live in a rather unsafe world ... would you be offended if we met somewhere rather ... public? Hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely, Barbara
Ezra grinned as he took note that Barb had responded to his last missive. He looked positively ecstatic when he read that Barbara lived in Denver. His glee changed rapidly when he read the part of her uncertainty. He couldn't fault her for her caution but it did pose a dilemma.
Sipping his cappuccino the undercover agent considered where he could meet the claims adjustor. Deciding to seek advice from his comrades, Ezra stood. Looking out into the bullpen, the southerner spotted the one person who could possibly help him.
"Mr. Sanchez," said Ezra as he approached his coworker. "I was wondering if I could seek your counsel on a matter?"
Josiah looked up from the jammed printer he was trying to clear and replied, "Sure, Ezra, how can I help you?"
Clearing his throat, Ezra took a deep breath and asked, "I was hoping that you might be able to assist me in finding an appropriate venue in which to take a female of my recent acquaintance."
Josiah rolled his head on his shoulders and raised an eyebrow, "Could you get any more obtuse Ezra? What exactly do you want from me?"
Blinking, Ezra then sighed, "I apologize, Mr. Sanchez, I find myself in the position to be able to take a young woman out on a... well umm a date you could call it, but I need to find a place where she would feel comfortable meeting a veritable stranger."
Josiah started chuckling and slapped his friend on the back, "Why the heck didn't you just say that?"
Blushing, Ezra looked at Josiah, "Well ... I thought I did."
Josiah shook his head as he said, "So, you need an idea on where to take a girl? Well, there's the wine festival this weekend... that should be public enough..."
Ezra's dimples appeared as the grinned, "That's a most excellent idea; its public yet still intimate. Thank you Josiah," he said as he headed back to his office leaving a bemused profiler to deal with his printer problems.
Sitting down in his chair he began typing his response to Barbara.
Dear Barbara,
I understand completely you apprehension on meeting a total stranger and do believe have a solution. Might I suggest we meet at the local wine festival this weekend? It's a public venue that should calm any fears you might have. If this is agreeable to you, how about we meet Saturday at 3:30 p.m.? I look forward to hearing from you.
Fondly, Ezra
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Barb walked back to her desk after lunch to discover a vase full of the most beautiful antique orange roses. Smelling the blooms, she plucked out the card attached and grinned. It read simply "Hoping you'll say yes."
Puzzled by the message, Barb sat at her desk and logged onto the computer. The 'you've got mail' icon was flashing and she quickly opened her email.
Barb's heart fluttered as she read the latest email from Ezra. The card made much more sense now. With trembling fingers, the brunette replied...
Dear Ezra,
Yes ... I'd love to meet you at the festival. I'll see you at the entrance at 3:30 pm. I'll be the brunette with the rose in her hair.
Looking forward to our meeting,
Barbara P.S. The flowers were gorgeous… I loved them! Thank you for the gift.
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Ezra tiredly sat at his desk and sighed. Travis called a meeting regarding their new assignment, which had gone on for three hours. All the southerner wanted to do was quickly check his email, then go home. After typing his password he opened his inbox. Much to his delight he immediately spotted a response from Barbara. Double clicking on it, he opened her email to read it. Grinning smugly Ezra leaned back in his chair and re-read the message.
"What'cha doing?" asked Buck as he stopped by Ezra's desk to see how his recent meeting went.
Buck's sudden appearance surprised the undercover agent as he sat up in his chair and replied, "Just checking my email, Mr. Wilmington."
Buck glanced over Ezra's shoulder to his monitor to the email in question. "Barbara? Hey, ain't that the lady from the insurance company?"
"What the heck do they want now?" asked Vin who was walking by and had stopped to investigate what he's coworkers were talking about.
"Nothing, Ezra got an email from Barbara ... the lady from the insurance company," explained to Buck with a wink and a nudge to Tanner's shoulder.
Ezra rolled his eyes as he sighed at his nosy coworkers.
"Gentlemen, not that it is any business of yours, but Miss Barbara has consented to meet with me this weekend." Ezra smirked.
"This weekend?" asked Buck. "You're meeting her this weekend?"
Ezra nodded affirmative. "Indeed, I'm looking forward to meeting her."
"Where're you meeting her?" asked Vin as he leaned against the edge of Ezra's cubicle.
"At the Wine Festival. If all goes well, she'll consent to allow me to escort her to the evening's repast." Ezra said as he straightened his desk, trying hard not to smile.
"What if she's ugly?" asked Buck. Both Vin and Ezra looked at the ladies man and Buck continued, "What? Now tell me you didn't think about that?"
"Honestly it hadn't crossed my mind." Ezra stated with a growing look of horror. It was true, the southerner never once thought on Barbara's appearance. He'd been so caught up in her seductive voice and what it did to him that he'd never considered that she might not be attractive.
Vin sighed; it was a problem all right. What if the lady resembled his neighbor's Irish setter?
"Well I can't back down now," Ezra said as he straightened his shoulders, looking like a man on his way to the gallows, "I shall just have to make an appearance and let the chips fall where they may."
"Well Pard, glad it's you and not me," Buck chuckled as he headed back to his desk.
Vin nodded, "you want me to show up an hour later and hunt you down. You could give me a signal if you want me to drag you away on a mission?"
"Mr. Tanner... I couldn't possibly ask that of you?" Ezra stated, "It wouldn't be right."
Vin nodded as he pushed away from the cubicle and said, "Ok, well, I've got your back if you need me, Pard." He then turned and headed back to his cubicle.
Ezra smiled as he watched his friend leave. It was nice to know that he had support should he need it, even for something as potentially embarrassing as a blind date.
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Barb adjusted her linen sundress for what seemed like the hundredth time. The more she thought about meeting Ezra Standish the more nervous she got. Here she was standing at the entrance to the Wine Festival, with a rose tucked in her ear, waiting for a perfect stranger to join her. She must be crazy, she thought to herself. Why would she have agreed to something like this? Her imagination taking flight as visions of balding, overweight, badly dressed men flitted across her brain.
And to prove her point, a large biker with a handlebar mustache and quite a few tattoos approached... Her heart temporarily stopped as she willed this individual NOT to be Ezra. Her heart began once more as the 'biker' walked by her, with only an appreciative glance her way. She couldn't believe how vain she was being. It shouldn't matter what Ezra looked like. He had a kind voice and seemed very nice and intelligent. That's what should count.
'Liar!' the little voice in her head screamed at her as yet another 'inappropriate' man walked by. She was about ready to give up and run to her car, when she heard her name softly drawled. Shivers ran up her spine from the seductive power of that honeyed voice, as she slowly turned around.
Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze caught his emerald one. He slowly smiled, revealing dimples and she smiled back while sending a silent 'thank you' up above.
Ezra took in the vision before him and grinned, she was everything he secretly pictured but was afraid to hope for, "Thank you for meeting me," he said as he held out his hand.
Blushing, Barbara slipped her hand into his. A jolt of electricity hit her when their hands made contact and she lost all train of thought.
Suddenly a man tripped and collided with the brunette sending her into Ezra. The southerner's quick reflexes prevented her falling, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her to him.
Stunned hazel eyes met smoldering greens and once again neither knew what to say to the other. Barbara had never reacted this way before. Her body felt alive and she wanted to stay there in his arms forever.
Ezra's body tingled everywhere Barb came in contact with it. He was loath to let her go, but propriety dictated otherwise. Gently releasing the brunette, Ezra couldn't resist taking the rose from Barbara's hair and tucking it into the breast pocket of his leather jacket. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"I think so," replied Barb tentatively, disappointed she was no longer in Ezra's arms.
Smiling Ezra extended his arm, "Shall we peruse this year's vintages?" he asked gallantly. What he really wanted to do was sweep her into his arms, carry her to his rental vehicle and breaking every speed law, get her to his condo where he could make love to her all weekend. Once again, propriety got in the way. One day he'd just like to behave like Buck he thought, mentally sighing.
"That would be lovely," replied Barbara as she threaded her arm through his while silently wishes they were somewhere more private...
The couple was having such a great time they didn't notice that they'd picked up a tail. Vin had arrived at the festival an hour after Ezra's rendezvous and was skulking around hoping to catch the southerner and his date.
Vin took a sip of his wine and grimaced, silently wishing it was beer. Well, it definitely looked like Ezra and his date were getting along. Right now they were sitting very close and engrossed in a conversation. Grinning to himself he tipped his hat to his friend and slipped into the crowd. He couldn't wait for Buck's interrogation of the southerner on Monday.
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Several hours later the couple found it difficult to end the evening.
Ezra looked down at the woman who had made his heart beat rapidly and decided to take a chance, "May I escort you home?" he asked quietly.
"I would like that very much," replied Barb as she smiled back at the handsome ATF agent.
Deciding to leave Barb's vehicle at the festival parking lot, Ezra drove them to her place in his rental vehicle since his Jag was still in the shop.
As Barb sat next to the handsome southerner, she couldn't stop glancing at him. She didn't realize that Ezra was aware of the looks and each time drove a little faster.
Standish grinned when their vehicle was prevented from moving due to a train crossing. He turned towards Barb and bringing a hand up he gently turned her head to face him and he carefully leaned over and kissed her lips.
Barb moaned as Ezra's mouth covered hers and she melted into the sensation. Neither could tell how long they kissed until an impatient car horn sounded behind them.
Moving away from Barb as if he was burned, Ezra turned and quickly got the car moving once again.
Barb licked her lips and had to control her breathing as she was beginning to pant. "What's happening to us?" she questioned, not realizing she spoke aloud.
With a wicked grin, Ezra slowed the vehicle to a stop outside, Barb's address. He too was confused at how fast both his feelings and libido flared. He looked over at Barb and with a feather like caress replied, "Truthfully, I'm not sure? All I know is that I don't want it to stop."
Barb felt the same way and as she held out her hand to Ezra to help her out of the car, she asked, "Would you like to come inside?" She wanted him too... oh how she did, but she wanted to give him the choice. She didn't want to push him into doing something he didn't want.
Ezra tucked his lady next to him and whispered in her ear, "It would be my pleasure... and soon yours too."
Barb shivered at the promise in both Ezra's words and tone. Taking his hand in hers, she moved away only to lead him to her door.
The moment they walked through her front portal, Ezra pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers for a slow, tantalizing kiss. Barb wrapped one arm around his waist and tangled her free hand in his hair, loving the silken feel of it.
Her eager response made Ezra growl, deep and low as he led her back against the wall, his hard muscular body pressing against her soft curves.
Ezra wanted her now and nothing was going to stand in his way. Scooping Barb up into his arms he looked around and growled, as he wasn't sure where her bedroom was.
Barb gasped at the sudden change in position and swallowed at the animalistic sounds coming from deep in her soon to be lover's chest. Silently she pointed the way to her bedroom and nuzzled his neck as Ezra stalked towards it.
Barb bit her lip as a bizarre thought flitted through her head, ‘thank goodness I changed the bed sheets this morning...’ as Ezra still cradling Barb in his arms threw back the comforter and gently placed her on top the mattress. She all but purred when Standish stroked up the silky length of her leg and another errant thought that at least she shaved crossed her mind.
All wayward thoughts disappeared when Ezra swooped down and covered her body with his. His mouth once again claimed hers and his hands started mapping her body while every once in a while he undid a button on her dress.
Meanwhile Barbs hands were equally busy as they tugged his shirt from the confines of his slacks and slipped her hands under to touch his smooth, muscular back.
Finally exposing her bra-clad breasts to his hungry eyes, Ezra worshiped them by nuzzling and kissing and sucking on her nipples through the silk and lace.
Barb arched into the sensation and unconsciously wrapped a leg around his hips trying to pull him closer to her. "Don't stop," she whispered, encouraging the ATF agent to continue his sensual assault.
"Wouldn't dream of it," he breathed as his hand reached up to free her bosoms from confinement, then buried his head between her pale globes.
He continued kissing, licking, and tasting her succulent flesh while his hands roamed the rest of her.
Barb purred in delight as she felt him peel the rest of her clothing from her flushed and aroused body.
Realizing that soon she would be nude, while Ezra still partially clothed, she snaked her hands between them and started to undo Ezra's belt and slacks. The sound of the zipper lowering was loud in the silent room. She growled as she attempted to push the southerner's pants down, with little success.
Ezra chuckled at her frustration and kissing her lips he rolled off of Barb and got to his feet. The brunette whimpered at the loss of contact and reached for her lover. "Hush darlin', I'll be but a moment," he said as he bent over to remove his socks then slid out of his slacks and boxers.
Barb's mouth went dry as she took in the naked vision that was Ezra.
Ezra watched as Barbara's eyes dilated and her legs parted without her realizing it.
Barb held out her hand and waited for her lover to join her. To know that in a few moments this Greek god come to earth would be hers set her heart to beating double time. "Come to me," she whispered as she licked her lips and moved to kneel on the bed.
Ezra took in Barb as the light of the glowing moon, caressed her skin. He crawled onto the bed until he was kneeling in front of her. He reached out and with his thumb rubbed one of her nipples while at the same time claiming her lips.
She returned his kiss with wild abandon as her hands began to touch and explore his magnificent body. One hand wandered over the planes of his hard chest and down the ridges of his stomach.
Ezra moaned against Barb's mouth as talented fingers found his straining erection and gently gloved him.
Barb's head fell back and Ezra took the opportunity to nuzzle and suck at the pulse point at her neck. He also took the opportunity to slip a finger between silken folds, growling when he encountered the wet heat of her center. He slowly started rubbing her clit, stimulating the little jewel until he felt her begin to shake.
"Ezra!" said Barb in a breathless whisper as her hand sped up, both moving in concert.
Realizing that if they kept this up they'd both come much too soon, Ezra reached up and captured Barb's lips once again, effectively silencing her, while he removed his fingers from her folds. Barb's whimper was muffled as Ezra kissed her senseless. Before she knew it, Standish removed her hand from his cock and had her on her back.
His mind still cognizant of the facts of life, he whispered in her ear, "Darlin'... do you have any protection?"
He grinned as a blush spread over her lovely face and down her neck to cover her magnificent breasts.
Barb's eyes widened as she nodded, "Yes in my bedside table." She was never more grateful to her best friends who jokingly gave her a box of condoms when they heard she had a date. Otherwise she'd be having the longest cold shower of her life.
Giving Barb a quick kiss, Ezra leaned over and opened the drawer. His mouth moved into a wicked grin when he saw that they wouldn't be running out any time soon. "Good," he thought as he tore into the box and fished out a condom. In a matter of seconds he rolled one on and once again positioned himself over heaven.
Barb's limbs opened instinctively, welcoming Ezra back as her mouth met his for a hot, deep kiss.
Sinking into her, Ezra moaned deep inside his chest as his rod was buried deep within his new lover. He hadn't felt anything this right in so long. It's like they were made for each other. He forced himself to still in order that Barb became accustomed to his size.
Their union was unbelievable... marvelous... breath taking, thought Barb as she silently thought how perfectly they fit together. Holding him close to her, she whispered his name, encouraging him to continue...
Reveling in the feel and acceptance of the woman beneath him, Ezra began to move. His hips slowly thrusting, increasing the motion as Barb began to thrust in unison. The lovers moved in concert, soaring higher and higher. Locking her legs around Ezra's back, Barb nuzzled into his neck as she met him thrust for thrust. She could feel her body start to shake and the pressure was building until she couldn't take it any longer. She didn't realize that she bit his shoulder as her orgasm hit, and stars flashed beneath her eyelids.
Ezra felt the walls of Barb's passage tighten in response to her release and he sped up his thrusts, he was soon lost in the feel of his cock sliding in and out of his lover. He barely registered Barb's teeth sinking into his flesh as his own body was tumbling into orgasm and he roared his completion.
Ezra slipped out of Barb and rolled off the bed. He padded to the bathroom and disposed of the spent condom and grabbing a couple of wash clothes he cleaned himself off, then ventured back into the bedroom. He smiled as he took in Barb's disheveled form and gently cleansed her. Then he crawled back on top of the brunette.
Ezra looked into Barb's eyes and tenderly brushed a lock of hair away, "Are you all right darlin'?" he asked as he gently kissed her.
"Oh, I'm more than alright thanks to you," replied Barb as a blush covered her cheeks.
Ezra smiled and placed a kiss on each cheek in response, "Do you want me to move?" he asked as he gently lowered his body so that he blanketed her. "I'm not too heavy?"
"No... don't move," replied Barb quickly as she wrapped her arms around him. "You're not heavy... you feel...perfect..."
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It was the sheer need for food to quench their grumbling stomachs that finally brought the couple out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to investigate what they could eat.
Barb tilted her head as she smiled at the sight of a naked Ezra bent over to investigate what was in her refrigerator giving her a most magnificent view of his cute derriere. Unable to help herself she moved in behind him and squeezed a buttock.
Straightening in surprise, Ezra turned around and looked into the laughing eyes of his lover. Wrapping his arms around her, Standish pulled Barb against his chest, "what pray tell was that for?" he asked as he kissed her nose.
"I couldn't help myself ... I was enjoying the view too much..." murmured Barb as she leaned up and brushed her lips against his while her wicked fingers once again finding his sexy behind.
"My dear, if you continue, nourishment will be forgotten," warned Ezra.
Biting her lip to keep from laughing at his lament, Barb nodded, "Oh we mustn't keep you away from sustenance. After all I still require you to... pleasure me far into the night." As soon as she said it, Barb hoped she wasn't too forward, despite the fact that they were both naked in the kitchen.
"Then I think I will need quite a bit victuals in order to be able to fulfill your desires..." replied Ezra as a smile tugged at his lips. He then turned and began pulling out the strawberries that he had spied a minute ago. The southerner placed one in his teeth and leaned forward so that Barb could nibble on it as well.
Barb licked her lips as she watched Ezra bite down on the strawberry and opened her mouth to take her share. She groaned as her lips met his and they shared the succulent fruit.
And so their midnight snack continued as they fed each other in between kisses and soft caresses. It continued that way until, Ezra grabbed a container of cool whip in fridge. With a devilish look he removed the lid and dipped his finger in. He dabbed a bit on Barb's lips and swooped in to lick them clean.
Barb moaned softly when she felt the brush of his tongue against her lips before settling on hers for a slow kiss that left her breathless and aching for more. When the kiss finally ended, she followed his lead as she dipped her finger in the cool whip and painted the pulse point at the base of his neck. She leaned in and delicately licked it clean before sucking at the rapidly beating spot.
Grasping Barb by the hips he hoisted her onto the kitchen table and scooping a generous amount of cool whip, he painted a line down the middle of her breasts ending just above her belly button.
Barb giggled at the sudden change in position until she felt the first brush of Ezra's tongue against her hot skin and then slowly trail downwards. A soft moan escaped her lips as her head fell backwards.
Once the line of cream was completely licked off, Ezra reached for the container and with a wicked gleam in his eyes began to cover both of her firm breasts with the sticky substance. Once finished he went to 'work' licking every delicious drop off her.
Barb arched her back, eager for more of Ezra's exploring lips on her aroused breasts. When she felt his mouth latch onto one of her pert rose nipples a gasp escaped her lips and then she murmured her approval when he began sucking. Barb was caught in a haze of desire and only Ezra could release her from it.
Ezra was thoroughly enjoying himself as he decided to move his exploration southward. With gentle fingers he eased Barb's legs open and then placing his hands on her hips, guided her closer to the edge of the table. Kneeling before her, he took the cool whip container and trailed a line along each inner thigh. Leaning forward, he lightly flicked his tongue along the cool whip, leisurely licking the substance from both of her trembling legs.
Barb leaned back on her elbows as Ezra continued his sensual ministrations leaving her panting as emotions began to spiral out of control. When she felt the cool whip against her velvety folds, she began to squirm as anticipation began to pool and gather between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue against her nether region and Barb moan in delight as she whispered his name begging him to continue until she succumbed to mind-numbing orgasm.
Barb's release was Ezra's undoing. His own quickening arousal demanded attention and his usual steel restraint weakened at the sounds coming from his lover couple that with the taste and smell of her obvious arousal and Ezra lost control. He leapt to his feet and leaving an astonished Barb he dashed out of the room.
Barb stared after the fleeing man, confused. Her mind still hazy from her climax she tipped her head and watched the naked behind leave her sight, "Where are you going?" she called out as she bit her lip.
"I'll be right back," yelled Ezra who was in a hurry to return.
Confused as to why he left her wantonly sprawled on the kitchen table, Barb leaned back on her elbows and waited.
Ezra almost tripped on his pants as he stumbled to the bedside nightstand. Fumbling in the drawer he grabbed a condom not realizing he has a whole string of them trailing from his hand. Turning he headed quickly out of the bedroom and to the lady waiting for him on the kitchen table. He came to a screeching halt when he reached her, his mouth dried at the sight before him. He looked at Barb and a wicked grin crossed his lips at the seductive creature sprawled before him. While he was gone she hadn't moved a muscle other than to tip her head back.
"Took you long enough," murmured Barb, finally realizing why he had left.
"I thought it would be prudent to be prepared," said Ezra as he held up the string of condoms.
Barb's eyes widened at the implications. Then she allowed a lascivious grin to cross her features. She held up a hand and crooked her finger in a 'come here' fashion.
Ezra slowly approached like a panther on the prowl.
Barb sat up and held out her hand. The southerner tore one of the condoms off the string and handed it to her. She slowly ripped the wrapper and pulling out the latex rubber, leaned forward and rolled it on his shaft, making sure to stroke its hard length as she went.
Ezra couldn't tear his eyes way from Barb's small hands touching his cock as she rolled the condom on. It took all the control he had not to take her.
Growling her name softly, his hands covered hers, stilling her torturous caresses against his very aroused shaft.
Shifting his grip to her wrists, he could feel her rapid pulse and he swept his gaze over the naked woman. He swallowed when his eyes got to the juncture between her legs and he could visibly see her arousal. His brain shut down at that point and still holding her wrists, he stepped forward and entered her in one swift thrust.
Barb arched into him and cried out at the invasion. Instinctively her legs wrapped themselves around his hips and she tried to pull her hands from his grasp.
Ezra tightened his hold on Barb's wrists and put enough pressure on her to force her down, without hurting her, "You're mine," he growled as he pounded into her.
Those two words echo in Barb's head as she's surrendered herself completely. Sparks flashed behind Barb's eyes as her body started to burn. She screamed out Ezra's name at the same time he gave a mighty thrust shaking the table as he growled out her name and then collapsed on top of her. Finally recovering from their passionate interlude, Ezra lifted a dazed and sated Barb and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him...
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Monday morning found six of the seven team members sitting in the conference room waiting as per usual. Suddenly their late brother sauntered in... well more likes hobbled into the room.
With a smile tugging at his lips, Vin asked, "Have a nice weekend, Ezra?"
Ezra looked up from his briefcase and grinned, "I enjoyed myself, thank you for asking Mr. Tanner."
Buck looked closely at the southerner and started to chuckle. He leaned over and pulled Ezra's shirt collar away from his neck and let loose with a low whistle.
"I'd say you enjoyed yourself quite a lot," remarked Buck as he took in the sight of the hickey on the undercover agent's neck.
Batting the ladies man 's hand away Ezra couldn't help but smirk.
Nathan looked at Ezra and frowned, "Just how many of those things do you have?" he asked as he spotted another hickey on the other side of Standish's neck.
Josiah shook his head, "Leave the man alone."
"Yeah you're all just jealous, cause Ez got some this weekend," JD defended, "Is she pretty?"
Before Ezra could answer JD, Vin piped up, "She sure is."
Ezra turned to look at his friend, "And just how would you know?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.
Vin had the grace to blush, but still looked his friend straight in the eye, "I went to the wine festival to make sure you were ok."
"I see," Standish stated quietly, "and to what conclusion did you come to?"
"Well you looked like you were enjoying yourself and she's real pretty," Vin stated with his characteristic lopsided grin. "So I left. Didn't like what they served to drink so there was no reason to stay."
"I'm thinking I might need to change insurance companies," interrupted a grinning Buck. The other men began to chuckle softly at the ladies man's comments.
The sound of Chris clearing his throat drew the team's attention back to work as the meeting started. Ezra settled into his seat, a smile tugging at his lips as he thought about his big plans with Barbara for that evening... if only his coworkers knew...
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