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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Good news in Chapter 35...
“Or was usin the same rifle. In addition, someone went by and threatened Rudy as he was leavin the Red Stallion.” Ellery opened his cigar box and lighted one. “You want yer own or are we sharin?”
“Sharin. I smoke less when we share one.”
Ellery raised an eyebrow. You cuttin down now?”
Ennis nodded. “Got short a breath the other day after jumpin out a the truck. Maybe smokin ain’t such a good idea anymore.”
“Sharin then.” He lit up, inhaled, then passed it to Ennis.
MaineWriter:
More from Chapter 35:
“There is somethin I feel like doin though, Ennis...” Ellery said, his voice dropping in tone and volume, and he set down his glass, putting the smoldering cigar in the ashtray.
“Huh, what’s that?”
“C’mere, sweetie,” he held out his arms, and Ennis rose, shuffling over to the sofa. Ellery opened his knees and reached up, pulling Ennis down into a kneeling position between his thighs, his hands sliding up to smooth back Ennis’s hair and then rest on his shoulders. “I love you, Ennis. I want ta kiss you an hold you an never ever let go.”
“That was a fuckin scary thing down there,” Ennis said, his voice rasping.
“I know. I hate it that you were in danger like that.”
“Both of us,” Ennis said, resting his cheek on Ellery’s shoulder. Ellery leaned back, and Ennis moved against him, bringing his feet down onto the floor and slipping his hands around Ellery’s back, clinching him into a close embrace. Ellery tugged on him and lay down on the sofa, Ennis moving on top of him, his mouth seeking Ellery’s mouth, closing on it in a passionate kiss.
“Oh sweetheart,” Ellery whispered against his mouth, his body now completely covered by Ennis’s, their thighs tangled together, Ennis’s arms around his back, holding him close.
“Mmmm...” Ennis replied, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and flicking between Ellery’s lips, passion sparked by insecurity and anxiety, and the muzzy stimulation of scotch and tobacco.
They kissed, the only sounds in the room the rustle of denim against Ellery’s sheer cotton dress uniform, his empty holster slipping off his shoulder as they moved together in a slow grind of rising passion, the wet sound of their mouths as they tasted each other, hungry for intimacy, and small moans mingling together as they aroused, gradually but steadily.
“Ya want ta go ta bed now?” Ellery eventually managed to gasp when they came up for air.
“Yeah.”
“Want ta sleep?”
“Nope.”
mariez:
Good Morning! Thanks for the quotes, Leslie. These chapters keep us moving at a fast clip - a lot of stuff hitting the fan!
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 08, 2007, 07:50:16 am ---More from 31:
“I think yer wrong, Ellery,” Ennis said as they got to the stairs, disentangling his arm from Ellery’s as he reached for the bannister.
“What did I get wrong?”
“I think he’s just as bad as Amos Marigold.”[/i]
L
--- End quote ---
Mel has certainly done a piss poor job of vetting his A.D.A.'s! Perhaps he was distracted by Bunny problems at home, but there's really no excuse for such incompetence.
Marie
mariez:
From Chapter 32:
“Wes, what the hell did he say?”
Wes took a breath. “He said he doesn’t know why a man in my position would be mollycoddlin a bunch a sexual perverts an makin a felony case out of it an I should just let the queers beat each other ta death an good riddance.”
Ellery blinked, shocked. “You are jokin about that, right?”
Wes’s expression almost made Ellery’s heart skip. “I am serious as death, Ellery. I thought I heard a some close minded bigotry from the city councilmen an other good ol boys livin in the 16th century, but he was the first one ta actually dare open his collar an show how red his neck was without an invite. If I have my way that boy’ll be on a plane back ta Denver by the end of the week. We don’t need his kind a justice.”
Ennis looked down at his trembling hands. “Does this mean I got ta appear in court today?”
“No it don’t, because we are postponin the arraignment till Mel can get his own ass down here, even if it means the Langs can sit in Holdin before they get to see a judge. Ellery, take Ennis home, he don’t look too well.”
“I’m fine, Wes, really.”
“It wouldn’t be a good time ta be talkin back right now, Ennis. Yer on leave from yer job at my ranch, an I say go home. Both a you. Take the weekend off, I’ll have Dupree an Joe follow up on yer case right now, we’re waitin on Grimes an the ballistics, an the APB. This is just grade A number one bullshit an I am gettin to the bottom of it right fuckin now.”
“Yes sir. Thanks Wes.” Ellery got up, and offered Ennis his hand. To his mild surprise, Ennis took it, and as they clasped, Ellery could feel him shaking.
Ellery looked back at Wes as they went out. “You’ll have Joe call me if they get Prescott or anythin else turns up?”
“You bet. Now get outta here.”
Ennis let Ellery’s hand go as they left the office, but said nothing as he got in the truck. But he did not turn the key, instead looking out the front window, dazed. “I guess I can understand somebody hatin me after they get ta know me, or if I punched em or somethin. But ta wish somebody dead just because they’re queer....” his voice faded out.
“Ennis... Dowd is just a bigoted redneck asshole.”
“Ellery, I got ta tell ya somethin I ain’t never told anybody but Jack,” Ennis said, voice hollow.
“Sure.”
“When we get home, okay? After a couple a Glenfiddles.”
“Okay, Ennis.”
“In bed, holdin ya.”
“Sure,” Ellery felt a sense of alarm.
This exchange made me so angry . . . but, at the same time, I felt so sorry for Ennis. His worst fear is a reality. Thank God for Ellery and Wes and all the other good people in Laramie.
Marie
MaineWriter:
Hello all...
Chapters 36-40, and we start off with some real HAWTNESS in 36...
http://louisev.livejournal.com/84704.html
“Had ta look an see if it was you,” Ennis said softly.
“Huh?”
“You ain’t never fucked me like that before, boy,” he said, voice husky still.
“Like what?” Ellery was surprised.
“Like ... you were... I dunno. Dominant I guess.”
Ellery laughed, reaching over Ennis to get the box of cigars. “Dominant, huh?” He patted Ennis’s ass gently with one hand as he put a cigar between his lips.
“Yeah.”
“Maybe it was all that beggin you were doin, brought it out in me.”
“Maybe,” Ennis said, rolling onto his side gingerly. “I kept thinkin a you with that rifle, goin after that guy.”
Ellery blinked. “You were thinkin a that when I was fuckin you?”
Ennis nodded, blushing with sudden embarrassment. “Made me hot I guess. Didn’t know I was sleepin with no sharpshooter expert before.”
“I didn’t know that was a sexy thing ta be, Ennis,” he laughed, and lit up.
“Neither did I,” Ennis said, easing onto his back.
Ellery took a puff of the cigar and offered it to Ennis, who took a languid drag, handing it back. “So now what’re we gonna do? I think it just struck noon.”
“Take a shower, cool down, do it again,” Ennis said.
“Sure,” Ellery laughed again.
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