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

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.

 

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!

Anthony's Christmas List - "Snowman" photos

Hi, guys...

The results of Anthony's very last minutes shopping moment at Bed, Bath, & Beyond:

Zoe' Snowman kit:

 Julie's ladybug kite:

 

 Olivia's tea infuser, Mr. Tea, AKA Fred.
"Fill his pants with orange pekoe!"

Killer looking for an oatmeal cooky. Or---any cooky,lol.

Goes with "Snowman" a chapter on Shelter from The Storm" on ff.net.
Scroll down to previous post for the Christmas story Olivia is illustrating.

New story

Hi! A new short story tonight, in which Ranger perhaps explains his ESP and relationship with Anthony....

or maybe not....

called A Wondrous Tale, see tab above.

enjoy.

Anthony, a film, and a picture

New story in Anthony's OneShots folder, just above, enjoy.

I just realized I can do this: Link is here

New short story

Hi! There is a new short story in Anthony's One Shots, tab above.  enjoy.

New short story

Hi! Belated HAPPY 4th of JULY!

"I can't believe I ate the whole  thing!"
...and I'm still starving, man....

I put a new Ranger and Anthony one-shot story in Anthony's folder tonight. Tab just above, enjoy.

OOOH and here's the RMPMC logo I did for ff Mercenary Ranger stories:

Like on their helis and uniforms, out of country. On a black ground, for the guys.
If only I could get it to fit!!??!!
And this is the new logo for Shelter from the Storm , on ff. NOT a Cupcake story, of course...just Killer's take on life. And old love triangles...

love

           sunny

New Oneshot plus Shelter from the Storm Pix

Hi! There's a new Ranger/ Anthony oneshot in Anthony's folder, tab above:

called Cupcake Bomb.

.....
and just for fun: These photos go with "Pink Lemonade", I think it is chapter 43 on ff.net.here

Izzy when she was much younger, age 2 or 3?......[Thanks, Bonnie!]

Julie's Quilt......

One of these is Izzy's quilt?

cheri's blog

Zoe's quilt [Thanks, Lori!]...

Olivia's antique cooky cutters...

and her view/ beach....

Anthony giving surfing lessons at Montauk...

...and for "Easter Bunny", an earlier chapter, 37 and 38, here : This is the incomprable HeMan Hotdoodles! [thx TGAAK]....

enjoy!

New Anthony One Shot....

There's a new oneshot in Anthony's folder, enjoy.

One Shots

Hi, I just posted a couple new Anthony one-shots, in his story file above. No new pix this week, sorry. If I add some I 'll let you know.....enjoy!

sunny

Anthony One Shot Series

Hi...

I put up two [one-shot, or shorts] stories that feature mostly Anthony, though Ranger may be there too. They have their own tab, above.

 I'll add a few more...someday.

Too bad I can't photoshop his tattoos onto his pix!

enjoy.

OMG Why!? Snow Day Explained

sort of....

a/n I tried to explain, share my own thoughts about Snow Day. It is one of my favorites, of my stories; I personally love the interactions among the three guys. And so, here's my ideas. You may not agree, you may think the following is a load of incoherent crap. [And indeed it may be!] I haven't written a literary analysis since high school, so bear with me, please?

And do tell me what you thought / think?

................................

Snow Day, Behind the Scenes and in

Their Heads

OMG! Why?

And what about Stephanie?

Let me see....why? First, why I wrote it: I wrote it so that we all could experience a moment with Ranger in our arms, kissing us.

In this story Joe Morelli has metamorphed into a different man, or person. And in fact he has become a literary Everyman/ Everyperson. He is a little baffled by the complexities of Ranger's real life, but he is fascinated and intrigued. Just as we all are.

Morelli's fascination with Ranger (and Anthony) began in Half Past Eleven, when he visited the Haywood Street apartment and saw how Ranger really lives.

The kiss lets us---again, Everyone---experience a [rather tame, yet hopefully hot] sexual encounter with Ranger. It is a device that lets us feel what Joe feels, and imagine how it was, how he---Ranger---felt in our arms. How it feels to touch him, kiss him. We are able to vicariously experience Joe's emotions and reactions to kissing, touching Ranger.

Suddenly Ranger is accessible. And real.

...   ...   ...

Another reason I wrote this story:

The scenes in Snow Day, especially the kiss scene let us see/hear what each man thinks, not just about the other man---though that's crucial, but how they view the incident itself. Joe is turned on, and confused. Ranger is withdrawn and analytical. Other scenes and stream of consciousness narrative explore the seemingly impervious, always cool and mellow Anthony's insecurities, trauma, and dependence on his brother. It show their closeness, their love. And even as both Anthony and Ranger tell us, and themselves, that they are untouched by their covert lives, untroubled by fear or pain, inured to all the killing, just soldiers who do their job, both hint at a  deeper hurt and grief and stress. But both are externally cool, calm, and badass. Always.

Third: Morelli is a slow learner, and in fact at the end he still can't believe or really understand why Stephanie has left him for Ranger. And yet, that kiss, that moment...the way Ranger made him feel...? Maybe he does understand, just a little.

Fourth: I wanted to write each man's POV, in a non-confrontational situation [so no Stephanie in the cabin! She's home in Trenton]. And see if I could make each man's internal voice and mindset unique to himself. Does Ranger sound different from Joe? Anthony from Ranger? Did you notice Anthony slips and speaks/ narrates not-stoner/ surfer when he relaxes or is feeling intense?

Now for within the story motivation: and you know, sometimes the guys just do whatever the hell they want! But...

Why did Ranger do it? Why kiss Morelli? Ranger is a complex, experienced, sophisticated man of extreme intelligence and beauty; his life-experience is far greater than his thirty years. He has seen all, probably done all. Recall his line in JE: "No I'm not physically sick...but mentally, sexually? Who knows." And after we're done thinking Oh thank God he doesn't have HIV or something, we start to think, well what then?...and so? And indeed he is willing, to a point, to broaden Morelli's horizons.

Because, as he says, it really never touches his inner self. It's an experiment, a challenge, a game. A What-if.

Ranger is tired, bored, and a little annoyed, and he just figures, Okay, Joe, you want this? Me? Really? What would you do if you had me, man? And so ...the kiss. And Joe runs away, of course.

....

My brother had a favorite story when he was a nasty little kid:

There's a little boy crammed in the back of a crowded elevator. Fat lady's butt is right in his face. (We always pictured our loudmouthed, big butt in pencil skirt music teacher here, Mrs. A!) Elevator goes up. Lady screams. Everyone turns and glares at the boy. He says, "It was there. So I bit it."

My brother thought this was hilarious. But the fact is, Morelli was there, lusting for Ranger...so he kissed him.

LOL.

......

Ranger is not uncaring about Stephanie. Never.  He thinks of her in the midst of everything and consciously notes that he would never hurt her or betray her. The experimental kiss however does not fall into his, Ranger's, unfaithful parameters, because it is a kiss with a man. (Or because to him, a kiss is just a kiss...all that poaching in the alley?) To Ranger, the scene is ...he says, he believes---well, mostly an indifference. And yet, when he talks to Anthony afterwards, an Anthony who despite his own sophistication clearly disapproves, it is fairly obvious that Ranger is indeed upset. Or at least a bit bothered.  Maybe not so much about Joe as in the way he, Ranger, is and has been so often treated simply as a  sexual object. No one, not even Ranger, likes to be loved for their beauty only.

Even Stephanie who loves him deeply and sincerely, loves him for how he looks, doesn't she? (in the books, I mean. Not in my stories.)  In JE she never says anything about how good he is to her, how obviously he loves her. No, she just talks about how hot he is.

And Anthony disapproves of the encounter not because he cares about a little light guy on guy action. No, his empathic senses tell him that Ranger is upset or hurting. And he doesn't understand why Ranger lets himself care, or why he lets his mental and physical barriers slip. Why Ranger lets himself be vulnerable. After all, Ranger is his hero, his friend, and his role-model: if Ranger can be vulnerable...to Joe!---what does that mean for Anthony and his own outer facade/ shell? And probably, since they look so much alike, Anthony has dealt with similar intrusions, has equivalent vulnerabilities. Even though he of course, like Ranger, shrugs it off.

My guys---Ranger , Anthony, the other good guys, like Tank---do have emotions and can be deeply hurt. Their intelligence creates a dichotomy: smart enough to make up stories even they believe, but also smart enough to see the private lies. To understand, empathize, care---love. Because deep inside they do care, and their lives as military...well, hitmen---has wounded them all.

So Ranger brings his own complexities and angst to the moment. But again, the main purpose of the scene is for us, the readers, to have those moments, along with Joe. I loved visualizing each second, each caress, each revelation.

Be Joe, feel the moment, feel Ranger.

sigh.

Oh and why Joe? Well, it couldn't be a woman, could it? That would indeed be a betrayal of Stephanie.

And Joe is there, and asking for it.

All. 

Wouldn't you?

...   ...   ...

What do/ did you guys think?

Snow Day 3

Hi. Snow Day Three is up...

please do not throw things at me via your computer screen, Ranger has his...reasons. Not that he shares them but still.

love

sunny

Snow Day Part Two

Anthony

Snow Day Part Two is posted.

yes, by the end of this post, it's a little strange.

enjoy

sunny

Snow Day

Hi everyone...

Part One of Snow Day is now posted. [I apologize for some formating issues!] It's the story of a job, involves Ranger, Anthony, and Morelli. Part of my Mercenary Ranger arc...Steph and Ranger are engaged. This is the winter after Take a Chance, on ff.net.
enjoy

You Remember...Panama?

New story posted on the bookmark tabs, below: You Remember, Panama?

The guys help old friends with a job. This rather goes with this week's story on ff, Chapter 35 of Shelter from the Storm. In theme only, action is unrealted.

I hope you enjoy....

Oh Danny Boy, St Paddy's Day

Hi everyone! I just posted a new story, a one shot called "Oh Danny Boy"...Ranger and Anthony and Tank....
A couple things---if you want to know when new stories are posted, pls either sign up for emails or sign on as a follower? I won't jam your inbox, this isn't a talky blog, that's my other blog.[where you are of course invited to come visit too!]
And pls remember, I can't email you to reply/thank you for comments unless you leave me your email address or your fanfiction name. And comments are treasured. Even if you just say Hi, or I Was Here!

Thanks for visiting.

sunny

Public Enemy Number One

Hi! I added two short stories today. They are in the tab/folder below marked Enemy One.
Ranger and Anthony take on America's most hated and feared enemy.

love

sunny

On A Roll here!

Hi! Both parts of The Dance Club are up too. It's a fullength fic, my very fisrt from long ago. Lots of useful Mercenary Ranger and Anthony Stewart info, Tank too! But Stephanie is AU.

Tell me what you think?

love

sunny