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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
belbbmfan:
--- Quote from: Bigheart on December 16, 2006, 04:18:39 pm ---Awww ~ you two! So happy you're having a good time! I should have been there!! :'(
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missing you! hope you're feeling better.
notBastet:
Just wanted to wave hello to Louise and Fabienne!
I can't wait until we all get to read the typity type type!!!
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belbbmfan:
*we waive back*
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MaineWriter:
Good morning re-readers,
Today we tackle chapters 66-70.
Here's the link to Chapter 66
http://louisev.livejournal.com/19209.html
And a little bit of humor:
One of the other men leaned over toward Ellery. “Hey Chief, was it true you told Reynolds he oughta go rescue some calico cats insteada handin out traffic citations last week?”
“Oh yeah that was me all right,” Ellery replied.
“Ol Jimmy here,” he nudged the man next to him, “He tol’ Reynolds that calico cats are the hardest ta catch once they’s up a tree because they’s related ta spotted leopards an fiercer than yer average domestic cat.”
Ennis let out a little laugh and Ellery pushed his hat back, a gleam in his eye. “Oh, what’d Reynolds say ta that?”
“He went down the library after work, came in the next day an said Jimmy was full a shit. But just like Reynolds, wasn’t gonna say it unless he’d looked it all up first.” A ripple of laughter went through the men, and Ellery looked sidelong at Ennis.
“Guess in my new capacity I better get Reynolds assigned ta animal control supervision, on the Calico Cat patrol. That’ll keep him off issuing traffic citations to superior officers.”
“I’ll drink ta that,” the man said.
Leslie
MaineWriter:
From Chapter 70:
“An this court thing’ll die down an we can … just think about us.”
Ellery stirred the gravy again, his voice pitched low. “Is that what ya want, sweetheart… just think about us?”
Ennis stepped close, sliding a hand up Ellery’s bare arm, resting it on his chest, the rough surface of his thumb brushing against his nipple, then clasping his shoulder. “That’s all I can think about, darling. Kissin you, fuckin you… almost fergot about my own family for the whole fuckin week thinking about what it’s like, fuckin you…God Ellery, yer like a drug.” He nuzzled his face into that silky black hair, and Ellery turned off the burner.
“At this rate we’re gonna end up covered in gravy, boy,” he said with mock roughness. “Let’s eat quick an get this Bill thing overwith. Somethin tells me you ain’t done.”
“No, I ain’t.” Ennis kept his hands clasped on Ellery’s shoulders, turning him away from the stove, pulling him against him, his erection now visible as a hard lump against his fly, and he writhed against Ellery’s body, mouth seeking, kissing him hard before letting him go. “Horny as hell, an we just done it.” He stalked over to the kitchen table and sat, panting lightly.
“Sometimes stress’ll do that to ya,” Ellery replied, his own breath rapid.
L
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