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Copyright © Jes Parker, 2001
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Sometimes when the sun reflects just right the tiny flecks of gold in those spectacular blue eyes stand out and grab your attention not wanting to let you go. The whole world sorta slips into itself and you cease to notice its existence. All that you're really aware of is the man before you, those blue eyes, the muscles that line his wonderful and sleek body, his blonde hair that blows gently in the wind, tipping in his eyes and without thinking you reach out to gently push it back. The world doesn't exist, it's just him and his silky voice, and what is it that he's saying?
Hannibal blinked as sound came back to him and the world rushed back into play. "Hannibal? So can we trust them? Hey Hannibal are you paying any attention to me at all?"
Hannibal blinked again as he pulled his hand back from his lover's head, where he had been unconsciously brushing the locks of golden hair back from his eyes. Face looked at him with confusion. Hannibal looked around, Murdock had an amused look on his face as he pet the air beside him, and BA had a little smirk playing in the corner of his mouth, although he was desperately trying to hide it with a scowl. But the light in his eyes gave him away. Hannibal looked back at his sole existence for breathing.
"Um . yeah, I think we can trust them. Why? What don't you like?"
"Um Yeah?" Face repeated. Was that sarcasm Hannibal heard in his voice? "Where the heck have you been? We haven't even met the clients yet. Just you. So-what-do-you-think?" He exaggerated the sentence this time, drawing it out with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
"Man he's got a one track mind." BA growled from where he was standing by the van. The hint of amusement was clear to everyone's ears.
Hannibal could feel the blush rising up his cheeks. He inwardly sighed. BA was right. When it came to his Lieutenant all he could think about was loving him. He gave himself a mental shake to snap out of it as he remembered what it was they had been talking about. Didn't take long for it to come back to him and for him to jump back into commander mode. Years of training had him normally quick on his feet, and with his mind. And years of practice made him able to think, most of the time, with his universe by his side.
Hannibal gratefully accepted the cigar he was being handed from his Lieutenant and quickly lit it before replying. After he inhaled deeply, he looked around his unit. "Yeah, they're clear. In fact I think you'll like them Face." A playful glow suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Face narrowed his eyes at his CO. "Why's that?"
Hannibal's smile grew wider as he pointed his cigar, which was pinched between his thumb and middle finger, at his second in command. "Because they have a gorgeous blonde daughter in her early twenties that I think you'll like."
Face inhaled at the comment, looking upwards to avoid eye contact with the rest of his team. BA snickered and Murdock outright laughed.
"And to think I thought I was off the market?" Face got a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hannibal stepped closer to him. "You are," he emphasized this by thumping Face on the chest. "But on this mission a little flirting won't hurt. In fact it could be a real bonus. It seems that one of the goons harassing the Dugans has a thing for Cyndi. Would probably make them really happy if she had a thing for you, don't you think?"
"Aw Hannibal, do you like to get me in trouble? Or do you just get off on seeing me bleed?"
Hannibal smiled suggestively. "Well, I do like to play doctor." Face could only groan.
"I hate your plans."
"I know you do, but suck it up," he turned to face the other men, but turned back as he remembered something. He stepped closer to Face and tipped his loves chin. "Just don't forget who you belong to," he reminded his lover.
That mischievous tone in Face's eyes was back, but before he could say anything Hannibal growled in his ear. "You're mine."
"So possessive."
Copyright © Jes Parker, 2001
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Sometimes when the sun reflects just right the tiny flecks of gold in those spectacular blue eyes stand out and grab your attention not wanting to let you go. The whole world sorta slips into itself and you cease to notice its existence. All that you're really aware of is the man before you, those blue eyes, the muscles that line his wonderful and sleek body, his blonde hair that blows gently in the wind, tipping in his eyes and without thinking you reach out to gently push it back. The world doesn't exist, it's just him and his silky voice, and what is it that he's saying?
Hannibal blinked as sound came back to him and the world rushed back into play. "Hannibal? So can we trust them? Hey Hannibal are you paying any attention to me at all?"
Hannibal blinked again as he pulled his hand back from his lover's head, where he had been unconsciously brushing the locks of golden hair back from his eyes. Face looked at him with confusion. Hannibal looked around, Murdock had an amused look on his face as he pet the air beside him, and BA had a little smirk playing in the corner of his mouth, although he was desperately trying to hide it with a scowl. But the light in his eyes gave him away. Hannibal looked back at his sole existence for breathing.
"Um . yeah, I think we can trust them. Why? What don't you like?"
"Um Yeah?" Face repeated. Was that sarcasm Hannibal heard in his voice? "Where the heck have you been? We haven't even met the clients yet. Just you. So-what-do-you-think?" He exaggerated the sentence this time, drawing it out with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
"Man he's got a one track mind." BA growled from where he was standing by the van. The hint of amusement was clear to everyone's ears.
Hannibal could feel the blush rising up his cheeks. He inwardly sighed. BA was right. When it came to his Lieutenant all he could think about was loving him. He gave himself a mental shake to snap out of it as he remembered what it was they had been talking about. Didn't take long for it to come back to him and for him to jump back into commander mode. Years of training had him normally quick on his feet, and with his mind. And years of practice made him able to think, most of the time, with his universe by his side.
Hannibal gratefully accepted the cigar he was being handed from his Lieutenant and quickly lit it before replying. After he inhaled deeply, he looked around his unit. "Yeah, they're clear. In fact I think you'll like them Face." A playful glow suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Face narrowed his eyes at his CO. "Why's that?"
Hannibal's smile grew wider as he pointed his cigar, which was pinched between his thumb and middle finger, at his second in command. "Because they have a gorgeous blonde daughter in her early twenties that I think you'll like."
Face inhaled at the comment, looking upwards to avoid eye contact with the rest of his team. BA snickered and Murdock outright laughed.
"And to think I thought I was off the market?" Face got a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Hannibal stepped closer to him. "You are," he emphasized this by thumping Face on the chest. "But on this mission a little flirting won't hurt. In fact it could be a real bonus. It seems that one of the goons harassing the Dugans has a thing for Cyndi. Would probably make them really happy if she had a thing for you, don't you think?"
"Aw Hannibal, do you like to get me in trouble? Or do you just get off on seeing me bleed?"
Hannibal smiled suggestively. "Well, I do like to play doctor." Face could only groan.
"I hate your plans."
"I know you do, but suck it up," he turned to face the other men, but turned back as he remembered something. He stepped closer to Face and tipped his loves chin. "Just don't forget who you belong to," he reminded his lover.
That mischievous tone in Face's eyes was back, but before he could say anything Hannibal growled in his ear. "You're mine."
"So possessive."