"I didn't know if you'd come," the gambler spoke softly. Though his eyes never lifted from the floor, he knew who it was.

The ladies man, though technically not a ladies man at all but rather a man's man let out a soft breath. It faded the moment it left his lips, yet the southerner could swear he felt it's dying traces fondling his neck.

It felt warm and safe.

"Sorry I'm late, Chris got ants in his pants again, red ones this time," the moustached rogue said. "Took ages to get them all out of his bloomers."

He closed the door behind him with a soft click and then paused, his hand still hovering on the doorknob uncertainly. He sought out the cardsharp's eyes, seeking permission with his own.

The smooth skinned man save for a slight indentation to the right of his chin furrowed his brow and gave a short nod, his impatience growing.

"Lord knows I'll be old and withered by the time you cease dithering and get over here."

The tall jean clad, red bandanna sporting man saw the light comment as how it was supposed to be, a command, and promptly hitched himself over and onto the bed with a slight bouncing of springs.

The long-time red coat donning, short-term beige coat clad conman couldn't help but smile. His lean, yet also broad-chested lover never really followed the typical line of romance. There were no flowers and chocolates fallbacks for his freshly washed in lavender soap lover, no, rapier fights and the such were much more his style.

The blue-eyed overgrown puppy dog surveyed his green-eyed lover for a moment in curiosity. With a sudden confidence, he reached out and fondled the clean-shaven man's cheek.

"Sweety," the man who could very well be an Aquarian due to his nature cooed in a fond, teasing voice. "You look tired, it must have been so hard waiting. Poor little diddums."

The riverboat gambler with a poor upbringing pouted his lips out and blinked in mock despair.

"I guess I'll just have to go and let you sleep some, eh?" said the man with a male deer appellation.

The pout disappeared immediately.

"Oh no you don't," the man who could be both cocky and insecure at varying times growled a laugh and pounced on his tall lover. The man with the grey horse fell back, wrapping his arms around the shrinking violet.

The kiss they shared was slow and natural. It resembled everything that was right in their world. As pure as it was suggestive, it lasted and lasted, never really stopping. Even as their lips pulled apart, their hands continued the connection, exploring the skin beneath clothing.

"Mmmm..." the man who was not at all short but rather quite tall indeed, purred. "Love you so much..." but suddenly he paused. Beneath the searching lips of his auburn-haired lover, he frowned a little. Gradually the shorter, though not tiny man, pulled back with a quizzical expression.

"What is it?" he asked of the man who was old friends with the black clad gunslinger.

The moustached man propped himself up on his shoulders, causing the other to slide down his chest and straddle his hips.

"What's yer name again?"

And Fin.