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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
mariez:
Some comic relief from Chapter 77 - and an example of why Louise is the Queen of Dialogue (among other things!) :
“Oh yeah?” Ellery got up. “I got ta pee. No I ain’t takin any Percodans, an I wish you’d stop countin em. I told ya I would tell ya if I get in pain an I’m gonna.”
“Huh,” Ennis said getting up and padding after him, and put his hand out to block the open door of the bathroom as Ellery went in and tried to close it.
“What the fuck are you doin, Ennis?” Ellery said, standing in front of the toilet.
“Watchin you.”
“An why?”
“Cause Wes told me to. An you told me to.”
“I did not.”
“Yeah ya did. You said don’t let me do anything stupid.”
“What am I gonna do stupid in the bathroom? Flush my cock down the toilet?”
“Nothin, cause I’m here watchin ya.”
“Jesus Christ Ennis,” Ellery finished urinating and shook off. “Mind if I brush my teeth now Momma?”
“Not at all. Yer kisses’ll taste sweeter after.”
Love it! :laugh:
Marie
belbbmfan:
--- Quote from: mariez on January 27, 2007, 12:18:10 pm ---
Wow, Jo ...... those have to be the most beautifully astute observations of Ennis that I have ever read! May I print them out to place in my copy of the book? Thank you so very much for sharing. And thank you, Louise, for suggesting it.
Marie
--- End quote ---
You're right Marie, that really is something to be treasured. Thank you Jo!
MaineWriter:
Good morning, re-readers...today, chapters 81-85.
http://louisev.livejournal.com/71633.html
Ellery turned his head. “What’re ya waitin for Ennis?”
“Ellery...” he rasped, molten eyes shining with emotion.
“What... is everythin okay?” Ellery’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the expression on his face.
“I love you, boy,” Ennis said, pressing forward, and entered him in a long, smooth thrust.
“Oh god....” Ellery gasped, fingers digging into the pillow as Ennis penetrated him, the ache left by their previous lovemaking giving an edge of erotic pain to each thrust. Ennis closed his eyes as he pulled back, throat full with the as yet unexpressed emotion following his declaration, and he found himself thinking with each thrust, with each stroke of his hand over the head of Ellery’s cock as he pleasured him, this is love....
“Darlin.... gonna come...” he choked out, arching his back, digging in with his fingers, and gripping the base of Ellery’s cock to trigger his orgasm, and thrust hard with his hips, crying out with relief and joy.
“Ennis... goddamn...” Ellery groaned, spasming into his clenching hand, and he came, the fierce clenching of his tender sphincter, causing Ennis to buck and thrust deep once more as he ejaculated.
Ennis slipped his arms around Ellery’s waist, bending down, kissing the slick surface of his spine, licking the salty sheen, teeth scraping the smooth flesh, then pressed his cheek against his shoulder and pulled him down onto his side, spooning him, cock still deeply embedded in his quivering bowels. “Oh darlin, darlin...” he moaned softly, holding him tight, squeezing his eyes shut as they filled with sudden, unexpected tears.
“It’s okay, Ennis, it’s okay sweetheart...” Ellery whispered. “Just hold me, it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry, darlin...”
Ellery turned his head. “What’re you sorry for?”
“For all yer hurts. Sorry that asshole called you an upset you.”
“Aw... thank you, sweetheart.”
“You don’t deserve that.”
“No, didn’t think so.”
Ennis released his hard embrace and lay on his back, and Ellery turned to him, resting his head on his bent arm. “You cryin fer me?”
Ennis nodded.
“Ya know, that is the nicest thing anybody has ever done.” He reached out a finger and brushed Ennis’s tear from his cheek. “Thank you.”
Ennis smiled crookedly. “Yer welcome.”
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 82:
“Eagleton,” he sighed.
“Listen, Cantrell...” and Ellery held up a hand.
“This had better be about Wyomin vs. Steele or we ain’t havin this conversation.”
“I think there are some things we should discuss...”
“About the case? Then let’s step into my boss’s office an he can discuss em with you an refer you to the D.A. You know our wonderful and multi-talented District Attorney, Mel Ruskin I suppose...”
Eagleton wrung his hands. “You know damn well it isn’t about that. Listen to me, Cantrell... I know you care about Bruce –“
“No, you are wrong there. You are dead wrong about that. Now since you didn’t come down here on Sheriff’s Department business I am gonna have ta ask ya ta leave.”
“Then can I call you an talk on the phone later?”
“I don’t think we got anythin ta talk about. I did what you asked, an that is that.”
“But... I think.... Cantrell -- Bruce is a very depressed young man.”
“Bruce is not a very young man, an the sooner you realize it the more he’ll get over bein a spoiled brat makin you live his life for em. An none a this has fuckall to do with my job an I got ta ask you ta go or I am gonna step in my office an slam the door in yer face.”
Eagleton finally got angry. “We need to talk about this further. I’ll give you a call later when you are a bit more reasonable...” he muttered, and Carol buzzed him out through the security door.
L
MaineWriter:
Chapter 83:
“No, guess not.” She took a large sheaf of paper out of a folder and hurried out the door, and Ellery grinned when he saw the sway in her hips. Now that was way too obvious, he thought.
He fell to thinking in the quiet room. He had originally thought to take the summer school, to talk Beagle into staying with him, finding an apartment. He had money… that wasn’t an object, and Grandpa would hardly have objected if he told him he wanted to get ahead in his studies through the summer. He had even put in a registration card…
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. It isn’t summer a sixty-five Ellery, get yer head outta yer ass. The summer school intern returned, brandishing a set of fresh warm copies. “Here’s the dorm assignment list, hope you can read it, we’re changin over the…”
“Computer systems, yes I heard. Thank you. Do you have his registration of his courses, an the professor names?”
“Yeah, I copied that for ya.”
“Thank you kindly, very efficient of you.”
“Laura. Laura Bradley,” she said breathily.
He winked at her. “I’ll be sure ta put in a good word.”
“Thank you. Oh Mr. Cantrell…” she said as he stepped toward the door with the registration.
“Hm?”
“You be sure ta come back soon.”
“Sure enough,” he said politely, and made sure to close the door behind him. Women like that ought ta be caged, he said to himself as he made his way back to the relative safety of the Registrar’s office.
L
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