The Price is Right: 2014

4.27.2014

The Dream A fanfic fanfic by lives2read

This was sent to me by lives2read. It's awesome, perfect for you guys who want things a bit smuttier than I write---and for all those readers who keep bugging me for a Stephanie/ Anthony hook-up. [as if!]. I loved this fic and hope you enjoy it too.

Thanks to Liz! [lives2read]* *(that's NOT me Lizzy,lol.]

The Dream

(Ranger POV)

It only took the sound of one small moan to jolt me instantly awake, and another few seconds to orient myself to my surroundings. For the last several days, my brother, Anthony, and I had been on assignment, in the wind, ridding the world of a particularly nasty dictator who had a penchant for dirty bombs and young boys. It had been difficult to gain access to him without endangering far too many innocents, so I hadn't really slept in days. I was too busy concentrating on getting the job done, getting paid, and getting back to my family.
I felt myself start to smile as my brain registered the fact that there was no imminent danger, no threats, no one who needed protection. On the contrary, I was in my favorite place in the world – my own bed, with my wife curled up next to me. Stephanie had been sleeping so soundly that she barely even moved when I crawled into bed a little after 2am. Barely an hour later, she was still completely asleep, but she was definitely not lying still. Her breathy moan had roused me. As I looked at her, I wasn't sure if I should be amused or intrigued, but I was certainly turned on. My wife had kicked of the covers and was clearly in the middle of what appeared to be a very erotic dream.
Her back was slightly arched, causing the thin, pink cotton of her shirt to strain against her breasts. The little camisole she wore as pajamas was doing nothing to hide the darkening of her aureole or the hardening of nipples. Her little shorts were riding low enough that I tell she had recently waxed, and I could see the muscles in her stomach twitch as she slowly ran her hand across her belly. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, her mouth open sensually, as if inviting me in for a deep kiss, and another soft moan escaped from her lips.
I moved toward her, about to make her dreams into reality, when I was stopped dead in my tracks. My "ESP" was working perfectly, and I could hear her in my head, as clearly as if she was speaking out loud. The single word she thought was, "Anthony".
Now, I am normally not a jealous guy, but I guess you could say this one threw me for a loop. My wife, who tended to look at me with stars in her eyes and think of me as a superhero, was lying next to me, in our bed, touching herself, and thinking of another man. I mean, I get that Antonio isn't just any other guy. He's my best friend, my brother, another part of me. And I know he loves Stephanie, I mean really loves her. And I know she loves him, too. But usually, when she thinks of him physically, she's a little confused. She can't tell if she's really attracted to him, or if she is attracted to the part of me that she sees in him. Right now, there's no confusion. She wants him, and I am not even a consideration.
I feel like a voyeur as I watch her fantasy unfold. I know she hates that I can read her mind, while her telepathic abilities are virtually nonexistent, but I couldn't stop myself if I tried. Stephanie's imagination was vivid and her recall of the details of my little brother's body was somewhere between impressive and disturbing. Through her mind, I could feel the texture of Antonio's hair as she wound her fingers through it, bringing him to her for a kiss. His lips felt soft against mine as his tongue gently explored my mouth. (Whoa! Not mine, Stephanie's! Living vicariously can mess with your brain.)
Stephanie's mind slowly and methodically explored Anthony's body. Her tongue followed the outline of the tribal artwork that decorated his body, detecting the subtle differences between the tattoo and his unmarked skin. Her fingers traced the hollows between his ribs and the uneven skin of the scars on his abdomen. Through her, I could feel Antonio's skin quiver. Stephanie's imagination was slowly taking her explorations further and further south.
Suddenly, the cell phone on my nightstand started vibrating loudly, pulling me out of my wife's mind and back to reality. I answered it in a harsh whisper, without bothering to look at the screen. "Somebody better be dead."
"Well, Bro, I don't think I'm dead, but it seems like I might be a bit, you know, uhh, stiff? Dude, right now I'm trying to decide if I should be in my 'copter rushing to join you before Stephanie wakes up or bleaching my brain to get rid of the image of tongue kissing you. … Uhh, no offense, Carlito."
Anthony's voice broke through the spell that Stephanie's dream had woven, and I was suddenly aware of my little brother's presence in the back of my mind. We've always shared a psychic connection and I hadn't bothered shielding any of my thoughts. He'd seen and felt everything. His laughter was suddenly in stereo, both through the phone and directly into my mind.
"Ranger, dude, you've got to be more aware of your surroundings."

posted by sunny, for Liz

4.18.2014

A Little Bit from a Friend

Hi! A really cool short profile of Anthony, from my friend TwoGunsandaKnife. I had challenged her to include Anthony in her popular ff story "Colorful Man" which features oneshots about many of the Plum guys, most with tattooes. The fun is figuring out WHO is this guy?

So... here's Anthony, through her eyes. Awesome job in so few words...

Love Is Love Is Everything You Do

~A Spring Day Special Chapter Dedicated to Mr. Antonio Stewart*~

Today he's going to cut his hair.

For a while he won't be looking like a surfer. Nah. He's not going to miss his golden dreadlocks.

He has walked through fire and ice. He's deeply in love with someone. Someone who can't love him back without reservation. He's enchanted by the sad little truth. A small portion of him is addicted to the pain. Has he ever tasted the bitterness of jealousy? He grew up too soon and too early.

The naked woman in the bed whispers something in her sleep. Last night under the light she looked sexy and attractive. She's a very good dancer. She indeed is very pretty. He liked the way she traced a finger along his tattoo.

"Are you a Samoan warrior?" He likes the laughter in her voice.

He turns to face the sea and breathes in the ocean breeze.

The cloudless sky reminds him of Stephanie.

*Mercenaries R Us by sweetdreams-sunnymornings. Fanfiction id: 7705107

~END OF TATT THIRTY-THREE: ALL WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST~

"Mo"- coming soon:

Thank you, my friend!

hope you guys enjoy.

2.13.2014

Happy Valentine's Day (Ranger and Anthony oneshot, by Adalind).

Hi! As a writer, you just never know what will inspire a story. I mentioned to my friend Adalind (Cat) that I'd been prescribed a new inhaler for chronic bronchitis. It is called Tudorza Pressair. LOL. So here is a little Val Day gift from Adalind.

The Tudorza Pressair

"Dude, have you seen my new Tudorza Pressair? It arrived off the boat this morning."

Ranger frowned, "It's not a Porsche, and it's yellow. What were you thinking?"

Anthony grinned, "It's faster than your Turbo."

"I doubt it."

"Seriously, I'll leave your ass for dust."

"Right."

"Race ya to the coast," Anthony suggested.

"I don't have time for this crap. I've got a meeting in five."

"Chicken. You just don't want to lose, Ric."

"I won't lose."

"Prove it, chicken."

Ranger raised an eyebrow, "Loser buys dinner."

Anthony laughed, "Loser buys dinner at that shit hot Italian place in New York, once a month for a year. Come on, chicken."

Ranger pulled his cell from his pocket and called Tank, "Handle that meeting, I'm off line for the rest of the morning."

"And I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten how to have fun, bro."

"No, I just have a reputation to uphold."

"Come on, let's go piss off the traffic cops on the highway!"

Ranger ruffled his brother's cornrows and smiled, "Think they'll catch us?"

"Only one way to find out, man."

...

Thanks for the laugh, Cat!