From: magsrose@comcast.net   
      
   Story - I Had This Dream   
   By MagsRose   
   Feedback: magsrose@comcast.net   
   Category: Gen/Het   
   Rating: PG 13 (for sexual content)   
   Summary: If you had a dream about a Gunman, which one would it be?   
   Disclaimer: Not mine, damn it!   
   Other notes: This is my first attempt at writing smut. Let me know   
   what you think.   
      
      
      
      
   "Ah, lovely lady!" he said grinning at her as he stepped up to the   
   cash register and handed her his purchases.   
      
   She couldn't help smiling every time he said something like that. He   
   was a steady customer but she was fairly certain he waited until she   
   was at the cash register to make his purchases.   
      
   "Name?" Elaine asked him. She hated this but it was company policy   
   and, if she wanted to keep her job at Radio Shack, she had to do it.   
   With some customers it was a real problem but not with this man.   
      
   "Fernando Lamas," he said in a boldfaced lie. She had no idea what   
   his name was. In the ten plus years that he'd been coming in here,   
   he never told her the same thing. It was someone different every   
   time. And since he always paid with cash, there was no way of   
   knowing if he had ever used his real name.   
      
   "Address?"   
      
   "221B Baker's Street, London, England." He was less creative with   
   the address. It was often this one or 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue or   
   Number 10 Downing Street. Her personal favorite was 123 Sesame   
   Street - Trash Can on the Right Hand Side of the Stairs.   
      
   "Phone number with area code."   
      
   This never varied. "123-456-7890."   
      
   What came next seldom varied either. The way he said it differed but   
   the intent was always the same. "Now that I've given you all my   
   personal information, how about sharing yours?"   
      
   She would usually just smile at him and ring up his purchases but   
   today, she was feeling a little saucy. "Well, maybe I would, if you   
   ever gave me your real name." Elaine scanned all the electronic bits   
   and pieces he was buying and put them in a bag. "$24.95 is your   
   total."   
      
   He handed her twenty-five dollars in cash. She scooped a nickel out   
   of the cash drawer and put it into his open palm. Before she could   
   draw her hand back, he took it between his two gloved ones.   
   Surprised, she looked into his eyes to see him grinning   
   mischievously.   
      
   "Mel. My name is Mel." He dropped one of his hands but kept a gentle   
   hold on hers with the other. She didn't resist as he brought it up   
   to his lips and softly kissed the back of her hand.   
      
   With no further comment, he let her go and, taking his purchases,   
   left the store. She watched him until he moved out of sight of the   
   big windows up front. She glanced around the store to see if anyone   
   had noticed what had gone on. There was only one customer and he had   
   his back to her. The other clerk was just coming out of the back   
   room. Good. As manager, Elaine figured it would not look right for   
   her to be flirting with the customers. She had warned the younger   
   clerks about it enough times.   
      
   Elaine went back to work but Mel was very much on her mind. All   
   these years he had been asking her the same question. She had never   
   thought of it as any more than a nice man paying her a compliment.   
   Could he really be serious? As a divorced woman with two grown boys,   
   Elaine couldn't imagine a stranger finding her interesting.   
      
   Leaving the store in the very capable hands of her assistant   
   manager, Elaine went home at 6:00 PM. She made herself dinner,   
   answered some email, played a few games online and went to bed at a   
   reasonable hour.   
      
   She lay awake, her mind replaying that small kiss. All evening her   
   thoughts kept coming back to the feel of his hands on hers and the   
   gentle pressure of his lips on her skin. She wondered what he'd look   
   like without the gloves, what it would feel like to have him touch   
   her elsewhere on her body.   
      
   Elaine rolled over in bed. She felt like a silly teenager pining   
   after a secret crush. It would be best to just forget about today   
   and continue the game they always played. He was probably married   
   anyway. Trying to put it all out of her mind, she finally fell   
   asleep.   
      
      
   ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~   
      
      
   Elaine sat in her office at the store fine-tuning the work schedule   
   for the next month. It wasn't going well. She wished she could hire   
   one more person but she didn't have the customer base to support   
   that. She would just have to put in some extra time herself.   
      
   She heard a noise at the door. It was Mel. "Hello," he said.   
      
   Elaine glanced over at him and barely mumbled, "Hi," before going   
   back to the problem of the stubborn schedule.   
      
   "Will you be done soon?" he asked coming up behind her so he could   
   see her computer screen.   
      
   "I'm sorry, Mel, this is going to take a while." She continued to   
   work with him watching over her shoulder.   
      
   "If you put Lawrence in here," he said leaning into her to point at   
   the monitor, "then you can move Molly into this time slot."   
      
   "Molly wants to take a week's vacation. So does Tim. That's what's   
   messing me up."   
      
   Mel stood back up but didn't move from his spot behind her chair.   
   Elaine worked on the problem for a couple of minutes but she was   
   finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate with him standing   
   so close.   
      
   And he knew it.   
      
   He leaned down again, presumably to get a better look at the screen.   
   Elaine could feel his breath on her cheek. She typed the same word   
   three times but it came out wrong every time.   
      
   He chuckled softly in her ear. "Do you want me to do it for you?"   
      
   She didn't turn as he slid his hands down her arms. The leather of   
   his gloves dragged slightly at the bare skin on her lower arms   
   causing them to tingle. He covered her hands with his then slipped   
   his fingers between hers. Their hands still locked, he brought their   
   arms up and crossed them over her chest. He continued to breath   
   softly on her cheek.   
      
   She tilted her head to one side so that he had better access to the   
   nape of her neck. He must have shaved because his usually scratchy   
   cheek was smooth where it touched hers. He kissed the base of her   
   throat slowly working his way up her neck. She could feel her breath   
   deepening as her body responded to his touch. With each new breath   
   her she felt her temperature rising as her desire for him became   
   undeniable.   
      
   He let go of one hand to brush the hair away from the side of her   
   neck. She reached up and touched his face tracing his jaw line with   
   only her fingertips as he kissed her below her right ear. She turned   
   slightly in her chair so she could see him. He put one hand on each   
   side of her face and leaned in to kiss her lips. Elaine closed her   
   eyes as he got too close to see clearly.   
      
   ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~   
      
   The alarm buzzed loudly. Elaine jolted awake and reached over to   
   slap the snooze button. She lay back trying to recapture the   
   emotions and sensations of the dream but they were already fading.   
   She turned to glare at the clock.   
      
   It had been a long time since she'd had such an erotic dream and   
   this one was so incredibly vivid. She touched her throat where he   
   had kissed her in the dream. She could still imagine his breath on   
   her cheek.   
      
      
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