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The Three Armed Gunman
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M through R › Once Upon A Time In Mexico
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,940
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Once Upon a Time in Mexico, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Smokin'
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this is just a little chapter.....as the next one's about 6 pages long at the moment...so you don't get bored!
Nicoletta Sands thanks for reviewing and don't worry....Sands is gunna be stripped naked in the next chapter :) and thank you deppalicious for your lovely review...... This chapter is for you guys, enjoy!
Chapter 4 “ Smokin’ “
“Hungry Sands?” Sarena asked as she turned the camera off and threw it on the sofa behind her.
“Starved” Sands replied, nuzzling the purring cat.
She smiled down on the pair.
“Clearly the black clothes and guns are an attempt to cover up the fact that you’re a softy.”
Sands could hear the smile in her voice.
“I’m allowed to like cats.”
“Of course you are, they’re just very…..feminine.”
“Which is why I like them.”
Sarena laughed, walking up the hall to the kitchen.
“So what does the American want for….” She glanced at her watch, “an early dinner?”
Sands heard her voice echo down the hall in between the creaks and slams of cupboard doors.
“Something tough….but chewy.” Sands said offhand.
“Right…from that answer I’m thinking the blood loss is starting to affect your brain.” Sarena muttered concernedly to herself.
Sands heard.
Sarena raised her voice a little, “How about hamburgers….and soup” She pulled a chicken soup sachet out of the cupboard and got up, dusting off her knees.
“Sounds fantastic.”
Sarena nearly jumped out of her skin when she stood up only to find Sands feeling his way over to the kitchen bench looking like the living dead.
“Jesus Sands” she muttered, hurrying round to him. “Are you trying to give me cardiac arrest?” She asked rhetorically, taking his hand and walking him out onto the porch to the sofa she’d slept on earlier.
“Sit” she said tonelessly.
“Didn’t want to spill any soup on your bed” Sands explained casually as he eased himself into the exceptionally comfortable sofa.
Sarena sighed as she walked back into the kitchen/lounge to boil the water.
“Is all your furniture this comfortable?” Sands asked wonderously.
“Yes and no,” Sarena replied, busying herself in the kitchen, “I believe in quality over quantity; I have that sofa, another in here, one in my room and my bed. That’s the only furniture I own.”
She added cheerily, “And I love every piece.”
“I noticed there wasn’t much to trip over” Sands said, running his hands over the microsuede cushions.
“The beauty of poverty” Sarena replied dryly, walking back into her bedroom.
Sands sat taking in his surroundings. He knew he was on a porch with curtains or shutters or something because he could feel the dappled afternoon sun on his skin.
It smelt like soup….and pine. That smell again.
“Why does it smell like pine out here?” Sands asked giving in to his curiosity.
“Good nose.”
Sands jumped as Sarena’s voice came from right next to him.
“I’m growing a Christmas tree” She said, hiding her amusement at getting him back.
Sands heard her move to the sofa and felt her sit down next to him.
Rather close next to him…….
Suddenly he felt her pick up his hand by the wrist and turn it palm up. Before he even had the chance to raise an eyebrow he felt a cigarette being slipped between his fingers and heard the familiar click and scratch of his Zippo being lit.
Sarena lit his cigarette and snapped the lighter closed over the flame. She watched as he lifted it to his lips and took a long drag, letting a steady plume of smoke out of his nose.
“Kind, vengeful and telepathic; my kind of gal.” Sands said, tilting his head to her with a smile.
“Mmm hmmm” Sarena replied with a smile. Man was this guy hot.
She stood up, putting his pack of smokes and Zippo (which she’d found in his vest pockets) and an ashtray into his lap and walked back into the kitchen.
Sands breath hitched a little as he felt the backs of her knuckles brush against his manhood.
He moaned and raised his hands in the air beseechingly, tilting his head heavenward he mouthed “Why me?” before letting his hands drop to his sides once more with a sigh.
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this is just a little chapter.....as the next one's about 6 pages long at the moment...so you don't get bored!
Nicoletta Sands thanks for reviewing and don't worry....Sands is gunna be stripped naked in the next chapter :) and thank you deppalicious for your lovely review...... This chapter is for you guys, enjoy!
Chapter 4 “ Smokin’ “
“Hungry Sands?” Sarena asked as she turned the camera off and threw it on the sofa behind her.
“Starved” Sands replied, nuzzling the purring cat.
She smiled down on the pair.
“Clearly the black clothes and guns are an attempt to cover up the fact that you’re a softy.”
Sands could hear the smile in her voice.
“I’m allowed to like cats.”
“Of course you are, they’re just very…..feminine.”
“Which is why I like them.”
Sarena laughed, walking up the hall to the kitchen.
“So what does the American want for….” She glanced at her watch, “an early dinner?”
Sands heard her voice echo down the hall in between the creaks and slams of cupboard doors.
“Something tough….but chewy.” Sands said offhand.
“Right…from that answer I’m thinking the blood loss is starting to affect your brain.” Sarena muttered concernedly to herself.
Sands heard.
Sarena raised her voice a little, “How about hamburgers….and soup” She pulled a chicken soup sachet out of the cupboard and got up, dusting off her knees.
“Sounds fantastic.”
Sarena nearly jumped out of her skin when she stood up only to find Sands feeling his way over to the kitchen bench looking like the living dead.
“Jesus Sands” she muttered, hurrying round to him. “Are you trying to give me cardiac arrest?” She asked rhetorically, taking his hand and walking him out onto the porch to the sofa she’d slept on earlier.
“Sit” she said tonelessly.
“Didn’t want to spill any soup on your bed” Sands explained casually as he eased himself into the exceptionally comfortable sofa.
Sarena sighed as she walked back into the kitchen/lounge to boil the water.
“Is all your furniture this comfortable?” Sands asked wonderously.
“Yes and no,” Sarena replied, busying herself in the kitchen, “I believe in quality over quantity; I have that sofa, another in here, one in my room and my bed. That’s the only furniture I own.”
She added cheerily, “And I love every piece.”
“I noticed there wasn’t much to trip over” Sands said, running his hands over the microsuede cushions.
“The beauty of poverty” Sarena replied dryly, walking back into her bedroom.
Sands sat taking in his surroundings. He knew he was on a porch with curtains or shutters or something because he could feel the dappled afternoon sun on his skin.
It smelt like soup….and pine. That smell again.
“Why does it smell like pine out here?” Sands asked giving in to his curiosity.
“Good nose.”
Sands jumped as Sarena’s voice came from right next to him.
“I’m growing a Christmas tree” She said, hiding her amusement at getting him back.
Sands heard her move to the sofa and felt her sit down next to him.
Rather close next to him…….
Suddenly he felt her pick up his hand by the wrist and turn it palm up. Before he even had the chance to raise an eyebrow he felt a cigarette being slipped between his fingers and heard the familiar click and scratch of his Zippo being lit.
Sarena lit his cigarette and snapped the lighter closed over the flame. She watched as he lifted it to his lips and took a long drag, letting a steady plume of smoke out of his nose.
“Kind, vengeful and telepathic; my kind of gal.” Sands said, tilting his head to her with a smile.
“Mmm hmmm” Sarena replied with a smile. Man was this guy hot.
She stood up, putting his pack of smokes and Zippo (which she’d found in his vest pockets) and an ashtray into his lap and walked back into the kitchen.
Sands breath hitched a little as he felt the backs of her knuckles brush against his manhood.
He moaned and raised his hands in the air beseechingly, tilting his head heavenward he mouthed “Why me?” before letting his hands drop to his sides once more with a sigh.
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