I don't own them... I just write about them.
Ranger fiddled with the lock, was he losing his edge? Of course not, but his need to see her was getting the best of him. The door clicked open soundlessly, and he entered like smoke. He made his way cautiously to her room. He knew he shouldn't be here this late, but he had to make sure she was okay. She had gotten herself into several close calls, but none like this time. He thought he lost her without ever being man enough to have her.
He made it to her open bedroom door, and watched her. She was sleeping in next to nothing. Her hands splayed over her soft stomach. Ranger swallowed hard, and froze as a small soft moan escaped her mouth, "Ranger."
He stopped quickly preparing to make a swift exit, but then she let out a quiet sigh. He knew she was still half-asleep. He continued to watch her finding peace in the fact that she was safe. She was safe and dreaming of him. Her hand moved from her stomach further south. Her fingers crept into the cotton waist band of her black panties, and she began to touch herself in sleep.
Another soft moan, left her lips and her fingers began to move faster. Her moans became more frequent, as her fingers increased pace until a glorious moment where she found release, and a last sobbing moan escaped her lips, "Ric!!"
He stepped back slowly knowing that she was probably awake, but then a tiny snore came from her, and he knew she had just had the most perfect dream. He smiled to himself and left her apartment. Tomorrow was another day, and tomorrow he would be all about putting his plans into action. He would tell her, and he hoped that she could forgive him for his past discretion. He was in his Porsche moments later driving away.
And she was at the window smiling knowing that she got to him.