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vocab_drabblesTitle: What She Wants
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 700
Characters/Pairings: Ezra/Inez
Warnings: None
Summary: Inez has a tendency to get what she wants... once she knows what, or, rather, who, that is.
Inez leaned over Ezra's shoulder, her breasts pressing against his hard back and the soft, crush velvet of his red jacket. "Senor," she asked with a smile, "when are you going to just stop prevaricating and confess your feelings?" She had watched all the Seven during her months in this little town, and although they were all certainly magnificos in their own, special ways, and Buck had indeed fought for her life, Ezra had by far become her favorite.
She had seen his emotions, his vulnerabilities, how crushed he was whenever his mother was involved, and knew, every time their eyes met, that he wanted her as badly as she yearned for him every night. She also knew that he hid his true emotions behind his fancy vocabulary as surely as he did in his superior attire -- a single one of his jackets was surely a lifetime's savings for a good many of the residents in Four Corners -- and his cards. He didn't cheat nearly as often at cards as he was accused of (he didn't need to for he was truly that adept), but he was even more suave and cunning with his words.
And he had such a smooth voice that she could listen to him for hours, on any subject under the sun or moon, and never once tire of hearing him speak. Some of the other girls said that his Southern accent reminded them of magnolias swaying in the Summer breeze, but Inez could not even liken his voice to that. There was nothing as alluring, as smooth, as beautiful as his voice! She supposed, looking down at the red velvet that lingered between them, that his voice was akin to what it might feel like to be wrapped, alone and naked, in the luxurious of his jacket.
As familiar heat crawled up her neck, Inez shook herself, reached over his shoulder again, having finished filling his drink, and promptly flipped over the card on top of his deck to reveal the Queen of Spades. "I already know, senor," she whispered passionately against his ear. "I only wait for you."
Smiling, she sashayed away. A moment later, she was quite satisfied to hear the familiar scraping of Ezra's chair as he pushed away from the table. He was only coming to help her clean and finish closing the saloon for the night, something none of the others would believe he did nightly, but Inez had never, as a free woman, been one not to go after her heart's desires. She waited until they were done cleaning, until the doors were locked and she was certain no one else was coming, before putting down the last glass of the night.
Ezra was rolling his crisp, pure white sleeves back down when she suddenly reached out and snatched his hands. They were small and felt somewhat dainty in hers, but she didn't care. This was the man she wanted, the man she had wanted for so very long now -- and she let him know it all with a searing kiss.
"Senorita Recillos!" he cried in shock, wresting free of her passionate embrace.
"You want me, senor," she declared, looking straight up into his eyes. "I know you want me. I will not harm you like your mother. I will not leave you, like Li Pong, unless you choose to leave me." She glared directly up into his eyes. "I have laid my cards on the table, senor. Will you stop prevaricating?" She grinned. She liked the sound of that word. She had learned it by listening to him just last week.
"Senorita Recillos, if we embark on this turn of events, Ah fear, we will still have to look at each othah every day. Ah am -- "
"Ezra," she snapped, "I want to look at you every day! This is not a one night stand! I do not do one night stands, or I would have chosen Buck! You're the one I chose!"
She gasped as he suddenly grasped her wrist and yanked her to him. The answer she'd waited for came in his kiss, in his tongue thoroughly searching her heated mouth, and in his gentle arms.
The End
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven
Author: Apache Firecat
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 700
Characters/Pairings: Ezra/Inez
Warnings: None
Summary: Inez has a tendency to get what she wants... once she knows what, or, rather, who, that is.
Inez leaned over Ezra's shoulder, her breasts pressing against his hard back and the soft, crush velvet of his red jacket. "Senor," she asked with a smile, "when are you going to just stop prevaricating and confess your feelings?" She had watched all the Seven during her months in this little town, and although they were all certainly magnificos in their own, special ways, and Buck had indeed fought for her life, Ezra had by far become her favorite.
She had seen his emotions, his vulnerabilities, how crushed he was whenever his mother was involved, and knew, every time their eyes met, that he wanted her as badly as she yearned for him every night. She also knew that he hid his true emotions behind his fancy vocabulary as surely as he did in his superior attire -- a single one of his jackets was surely a lifetime's savings for a good many of the residents in Four Corners -- and his cards. He didn't cheat nearly as often at cards as he was accused of (he didn't need to for he was truly that adept), but he was even more suave and cunning with his words.
And he had such a smooth voice that she could listen to him for hours, on any subject under the sun or moon, and never once tire of hearing him speak. Some of the other girls said that his Southern accent reminded them of magnolias swaying in the Summer breeze, but Inez could not even liken his voice to that. There was nothing as alluring, as smooth, as beautiful as his voice! She supposed, looking down at the red velvet that lingered between them, that his voice was akin to what it might feel like to be wrapped, alone and naked, in the luxurious of his jacket.
As familiar heat crawled up her neck, Inez shook herself, reached over his shoulder again, having finished filling his drink, and promptly flipped over the card on top of his deck to reveal the Queen of Spades. "I already know, senor," she whispered passionately against his ear. "I only wait for you."
Smiling, she sashayed away. A moment later, she was quite satisfied to hear the familiar scraping of Ezra's chair as he pushed away from the table. He was only coming to help her clean and finish closing the saloon for the night, something none of the others would believe he did nightly, but Inez had never, as a free woman, been one not to go after her heart's desires. She waited until they were done cleaning, until the doors were locked and she was certain no one else was coming, before putting down the last glass of the night.
Ezra was rolling his crisp, pure white sleeves back down when she suddenly reached out and snatched his hands. They were small and felt somewhat dainty in hers, but she didn't care. This was the man she wanted, the man she had wanted for so very long now -- and she let him know it all with a searing kiss.
"Senorita Recillos!" he cried in shock, wresting free of her passionate embrace.
"You want me, senor," she declared, looking straight up into his eyes. "I know you want me. I will not harm you like your mother. I will not leave you, like Li Pong, unless you choose to leave me." She glared directly up into his eyes. "I have laid my cards on the table, senor. Will you stop prevaricating?" She grinned. She liked the sound of that word. She had learned it by listening to him just last week.
"Senorita Recillos, if we embark on this turn of events, Ah fear, we will still have to look at each othah every day. Ah am -- "
"Ezra," she snapped, "I want to look at you every day! This is not a one night stand! I do not do one night stands, or I would have chosen Buck! You're the one I chose!"
She gasped as he suddenly grasped her wrist and yanked her to him. The answer she'd waited for came in his kiss, in his tongue thoroughly searching her heated mouth, and in his gentle arms.
The End
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Date: 2023-05-31 04:07 am (UTC)