The Sounds Of The City: Early Morning (#1)	  The Sounds Of The City:
Early Morning (#1)

 by Gilda Lily

  

 Author's Website: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/8741/jmgarden.htm

 Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, Alliance does, more's the pity.

 Author's Notes: Just a little something before I turn to evil. :) 

 Story Notes: Pairing: Benny/Ray V. 
Category: Sap, Pure Sap! 
Rating: PG-13

 

 

 Tentative fingers of light crawled across the mussed covers of the bed,
male limbs sprawled and entwined half-in and half-out. A baby wailed
several apartments down, the paper-thin walls carrying the sound. Someone
turned on a faucet, the water running noisily as a lone driver cruising
down the street honked his car horn. 

 Ray heard the sounds as he drifted up from sleep. He was accustomed to
the sounds and smells of the rundown apartment building in the early
morning now. He knew which apartment's plumbing knocked, and who would
cook bacon and eggs every morning. He knew that when Arnie the
schizophrenic started talking on top of his lungs, traversing the length
of West Racine, it was exactly six-fifteen, and when old Mr. Chavez cooked
chili for his breakfast. 

 Ray's eyes were closed during this medley of sound. He could hear Dief
sleeping peacefully in the corner, and as he snuggled closer to Benny, his
lover's heartbeat. He smelled Benny's scent, a smile playing around his
lips as he thought of how Benny a thing that was to think. His hand slid
up the satin skin of his lover's leg, then his strong thigh. He rested it
on the almost-feminine hip as he pictured the ivory skin in his mind's
eye. 

 For a cool Canadian, Benny was remarkably warm. Ray remembered the warmth
of his partner last night. Hot, in fact. Ray gently stroked the silken
hip, then slid his hand up the ribs and to one broad shoulder. A trusting
and relaxed Benny still slept. That warmed Ray, to think that Benny
trusted him so much that he would forego awaking before the sun came up
and simply sleep in his lover's arms. 

 Benny's breathing was soft and gentle. Ray's left leg was draped over his
lover's, Ray shivering slightly at the coolness of the room. He began a
search mission with his long, elegant foot, finally snagging the blanket
and kicking it over their legs. Warmer now, he burrowed closer to Benny,
his arm encircling his beloved's waist as his hairy chest brushed Benny's
side. 

 A teakettle whistled as Ray fell back to sleep.  E-Mail:
jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com
 (c) March 3, 2001 

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