Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for adult content
Summary: She was determined to keep their trust forever, but she could stand it no longer.
Challenge: This is in answer to Peja's 10 minute challenge to use "grunting and panting like" and Phyllis' M7M Challenge for 6-9-08 to use the name of three countries but not their proper names.
Warnings: Slash, Established relationship
Disclaimer: JD Dunne, Buck Wilmington, Inez Recillos, and The Magnificent Seven are & TM CBS, The Mirisch Group, MGM, and Trilogy Entertainment, not the author. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Fierce grunting and panting like two wild animals consorting maddeningly assaulted her ears and spilled out into the hallway the very second the Mexican senorita turned the knob to one of her best bedrooms. She smiled secretly, her brown eyes dancing underneath the veil of her eyelashes, as Buck sat up in surprise. His dark hair was a complete mess, and a nervous blush actually tinged his cheeks. The way the blanket that had been hastily thrown across the guilty lovebirds wriggled just slightly in the heat of the Summer assured Inez that his partner had certainly not expected the interruption to their lovemaking festival any more than the town's supposed ladies' man had. "Don't ya knock any more, sunshine?"
A quick torrent of Spanish spilled from her lips, but a silent reminder to herself that she knew it was all just a cover up instantly dulled the sharpness of her tongue. She wished Buck and the others would trust her enough to come out to her, but she believed they never would. They feared her reaction just as they feared all the others', but she would never tell a soul what she knew of the seven daring men who had saved her and their town time and again. "Keep the lines for your amante there, Senor Wilmington," she advised with a wink as she sashayed over to his night stand and began to put down her provisions.
"I did knock," she continued, glancing at him, "but no one answered. You've been in here for three days this time. You senores . . . " She paused with a delicate cough. "You, senor, and your amigo especial must keep up your strength if you wish to continue your celebration."
"What celebration you talkin' about, darlin'? There ain't no celebration that you can't join in," Buck drawled, praying all the while that Inez would not pick up his invitation.
Inez glared over at where Buck sat up in the big, Italian-framed bed with a foolish grin upon his face. She ached to demand that he drop the act, but if she called him on it, they might never trust her again. She turned her attention back to sitting out the mugs, fruit, and bread she had brought and then turned to walk away. She paused at the doorway, unable to keep silent any longer, and looked back at Buck and the slightly rustling blanket his hands pressed down against. "You'll find both ale and milk there, senor. I do believe that's what your partner prefers, though I'll offer my apologies later if it is not."
A wide grin flashed across Inez's face at the stunned, jaw-dropping expression on Buck's face. Without another word, she waltzed out of the room. She leaned back against the closed door as she reflected on how silly American men were. They tended to be far more passionate and brave than the Mexican and Spanish men she had known, but yet they could still be such foolish cowards where it mattered the most. She sighed and walked away humming as she wondered how long it would take for the news to spread amongst the Seven and who would be the first to come to her.
The End