Over on the Laramie Tales thread, we got into a discussion of Ellery and Ennis's need to hold each other. Here is a good example of that, from chapter 77:
“Oh yeah. But we got a couple things ta do before that,” Ellery said, raising his hand and putting it over Ennis’s. “We got some holdin ta do.”
Ennis put his other arm around Ellery and turned him slowly, pulling him in. “Oh darlin..” he said, pushing back his hair, looking into those grey eyes, trying to perceive the ache that lay behind them. “That we do.” Ennis kissed him softly, gently, tightening his embrace, Ellery’s hands sliding up his muscular back, and surrendering his mouth to the gentle, tender kisses... so different than Ennis’s usual dominant passion. He broke off the kiss, looking into his eyes once more... “why we end up doin this in the kitchen... must be a romantic place, come on.” and he tugged on Ellery’s hand, passive and willing, undressing slowly and sitting down together on the bed, evening casting their shadows long through the window. From the bedroom, everything seemed normal, except for the telephone which Ennis had dragged across the floor during the siege late Saturday night. It seemed like a year ago. He slipped his arm around Ellery’s shoulder and pulled him down to the bed, capturing him with his other arm and sliding onto him, kissing the delicate hollow between his neck and shoulder, stroking his forehead and then looking down into his eyes, watching him.
“You like this...?” he asked softly, whispering, brushing his lips across Ellery’s pale cheek.
“Yeah.”
“We ain’t in no hurry are we?”
“Nope...”
Ennis rested his head on the sharp shoulder, fingers toying with locks of black hair, stroking his arm, rubbing across a nipple with his thumb and curling around his hip. “Just holdin you is so nice, darlin... god darlin I love you...” he whispered, a slight cry in his voice.
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