Title:  Body Language – Journal Entry 09/25/03

Author (s):  Jean

Category: Gen Het

Universe: ATF – Thanks to MOG

Pairing: All the guys – NO nothing kinky LOL

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Author's note (optional): I was watching my husband in a private moment and this popped into

my wicked little head.

Disclaimer:   I do not own the men nor do I make any profit from their use.  This is for fun.

 

 

Journal Entry 09/25/03

 

I walked into the Saloon that night intending only to have a drink and then go home for the evening.  It was then that I saw them, Team Seven, the guys on the 11^th floor in the Federal Building where I worked.  They passed me one by one or sometimes in pairs every day of the week.  I don't think they ever noticed me really, I keep my long hair tucked up in a bun and wore reading glasses.  My clothing is nothing unusual, long large dresses, large because of the 35 pounds I lost this summer and no interest in buying more.  My mother says I look 10 years older than I am, I guess that would mean I look in my middle 30's.

 

I notice Nathan first, the medic, yes that’s right I know who they are and what they do.  He is such a nice man, very kind when he speaks and has a beautiful fiancé, her name is Raine.  I watch him as he comes from the bathroom area and heads toward a table in the back.  Nathan is a tall man, I'd say around 6'4 with wide shoulders and long strong legs.

 

He steps around people rather than push through them.  I can read his lips as he says 'Excuse me' when he passes.  I also note the many women who are watching him as he moves across the floor.  His body language says that he is taken loud and clear, the way he avoids physical contact with any of the women who come to near.  His eyes are like liquid chocolate, warm and sparkling with laughter as he clasp one large hand on the shoulder of a friend.

 

That brings my attention to Josiah, he is sitting with his chair pushed back away from the table.  Open invitation to all to come near and bask in the warmth of the light that shines from him.  A large man, barrel chested is what my granny would say.  A man that could shelter you with those strong arms wrapped around you.  He always has a big bright smile; it reaches those light blue eyes of his.

 

He has a quiet strength, a warm hand that is offered in friendship to any that would accept.  I talk to him sometimes while he waits for Nathan to get his things from the car.  He noticed that I had lost weight and told me how nice I looked.  I am sure that I blushed and stammered all through my thank you's.  He just smiled and winked at me as he headed to the elevators with Nathan.

 

Hey! There's JD coming in now without Casey.  That's unusual since they spend so much time together.  Oh! To be young and in love or I'd settle for just in love.   He is so full of energy, bouncing all over the place.  JD comes flying in on his bike, bounds through the security system all in one long breath of energy.

 

He has dark hair that tends to be a little on the long side and brown eyes.  You can just tell he's never been truly hurt, they still shine with so much innocence.  His body language shows an open giving personality, a trustful nature but he also has maturity about him for a man so young.  I have to laugh at that, he must be at least my age or older but the other men treat him like a little brother.  I guess he is to them, they are very protective especially Buck.

 

Talk about body language, wow! He could smile the pants right off a woman if she weren't careful.  He has such a soft gentle way about him and there he goes now to the wood dance floor with a lovely woman on his arm.  I could get lost in those strong arms.  But I listen to rumors although I know I should not, and he is a ladies man for sure.  I am not the love 'em and leave 'em type, or at least I don't think so.  It's been so long since I've been with a man that way that I really don't know what I am at this point.

 

I can't help myself as I watch him hunched over the woman, he moves so smoothly.  God lord does he look good in those jeans of his, tight in all the right places. As I watch him with that lucky woman, I can see him whisper into her ear, she giggles and nods her head.   He smiles and then our eyes met for a moment and he winks at me, I know I am blushing bright enough to light the room.  So I turn away quickly only to find Ezra beside me ordering a drink directly from Ms. Inez.

 

Forget the body language lets just talk about the body itself.  Compact, muscled and draped in expensive designer clothing.  He always looks impeccable; perfect what else can I say? I move back toward the end of the bar so I can get a better look at his face, he has a great smile, a lot of beautiful white teethe and dimples.

 

His eyes are a bright green and have a liquid shine to them when he smiles.  I have noticed his hands as well, nails manicured and he is always working them, either with cards here at the bar or just in movement.  Ezra is a beautiful man, I'm not sure he would appreciate the description.  But handsome is a term for the rugged type, oh and speaking of handsome here come Chris Larabee.

 

Now his eyes, intense that’s what I would say but the ladies in the office tell a different story.  Some say green and some say hazel, and I say let them argue over it, he has nice eyes.  He has always been polite to me when we come into contact but there is pain there in the shadows that can be seen if you look for it.

 

He dresses in black and some say he has lost his family, but when I see him with the others, I say he has found them again.  I turn to lean on the bar as I watch him move toward the back table, man can he move.  Those tight black jeans certainly do justice to the man that wares them.  His body language always says don't touch, well at least not until you are invited.  He has this great little crease in his bottom lip that just begs to be kissed, but not by me. 

 

I enjoy all the members of Team Seven, but there is one that makes me catch my breath just to look at him.  I didn't see him come in tonight and I am a bit disappointed since he is really the reason I come here.  I appreciate all of them and their body language and the different vibes, but Vin Tanner has the package that attracts me most.

 

Well I guess it's time to leave, go home to a lonely apartment and an even lonelier bed. I turn back to the bar and come face to face with the man of my dreams.  He's behind the bar helping Inez, how the heck did I miss that?  And by the look on that face he has been well aware that I have been checking out his friends.

 

Even as the corners of his eyes start to crinkle as his lips turn up in a smile I can feel the heat in my face as I blush.  I think I stammer out a thank you as I aim for the bar with my half-empty glass and turn to get out of there.

 

Before I can take more then three steps toward the door I hear my name.  I stop at the shock that anyone here would know me until I recognize the husky rasp of HIS voice and hear my name on those lips. 

 

You know the flight or fright feeling they tell you about in Psychology and Sociology?  When you have a physical reaction that requires that you run or stand your ground, well that's what I feel.  The affect of having him come up to me and place those long fingers under my elbow as he steers me back toward the bar is the same as the shaky feeling in the pit of your stomach.  Yes, the one that make you shake and feel almost sick.

 

'Erin?'

 

Hey that's my name again and I know that I'm staring at his mouth but I can't seem to help myself.

 

I think I stammer out a yes and raise my eyes to his.  What a shock to be that close to those azure eyes of his, to see that lightly whiskered square jaw and want so badly to rise up and nibble at it.

 

I can feel the heat of his hand as his rest under my elbow and did he just say what I thought I heard him say?

 

I finally bring my brain back from fantasyland enough to hear that I had left my purse at the bar and he was trying to hand it back to me. Boy do I feel like an idiot as I try to smile and take my purse. I guess it escaped my notice that it was dangling from his other hand this entire time.

 

I thank him again and smile as I head back out the door only to realize that I need to call a cab and I sure as hell am not going back in there.  Damn, don’t have a cell phone, who would I call?

 

So here I stand under the lamp just down the street from the saloon, I am hopeful that Nathan, Josiah or even JD come out soon, I would feel comfortable asking them for a ride.

 

I lean back against the smooth surface of the wall and close my eyes to rest them for just a moment when I sense someone near.  I open them to find Vin Tanner standing almost directly in front of me.

 

Well after all the questions were asked and answered, it turns out that his bike was parked not 10 feet from me.  He offered a ride and I said yes, and drooled as I watched him put on his black leather chaps and vest before he turned to me.

 

I had no problem hiking that darn dress almost to my waist as I got on behind and wrapped my arms around his hard body.

 

I'll be back at work on Monday with new clothes that fit me and contact lenses.  No, not for him but for me, I want to look on the outside that way I feel on the inside.  Once I feel good about myself and how I look then I know what my body language will say.  It will be shouting out for his and by the way, did I tell you that we're having dinner next Friday?

 

Those sexy eyes of his went past the covering on the outside and saw who I was on the inside.

Now I am off to bed to dream and reserve my strength for shopping this weekend.  Did I tell you how much I hate to shop?

 

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