Sentence Fragments

Snippets, filks, limericks, 55-word challenge responses, poems, etc. by various listmembers.


#1-Basingstoke

"Fucking Bud White is not the same as fucking Lynn, but I like it."


#2-Nakeno

The vibrant, keen dreamland. A starkly bare room, spears of glaring illumination--Bud White on a settee (the one focus), eating peaches from a can. Sticky fingers, even stickier mouth.

The jerking movement of a movie missing frames. Jerk- closer, White with his fingers in his mouth. Slick. Wet. Jerk- even closer, straddling knees and eyes meeting heated blue ice. Jerk- can's gone, eager hands at Bud's shirt… Buttons snapping wide. Pop, pop, pop, POP. Jerk- leaning in, lips pressing, searching, surging, and letting peach explode on the tongue. An amalgamation of skin, sound, and BREATH that fashions into one keen sensation…

Bud White growling softly… Mouth parted, hands traveling skin, eyeglasses clattering to the floor, wet tongue on the ear-

"And you and me when it's over."

-and GROANING…

Exley snapped awake: spine slamming ramrod, blinking groggily. A sheet of paper spit-glued firmly to the side of his face, fluttering. He smacked. Once, twice. Irritable. No wonder--Desk jockey. Boring job anyway.


#3-Nakeno

The low hum of talk punctuated by the clinking of knives and forks. Bud White and Edmund Exley ordering at a table in the far corner. White fancying a steak with a baked potato--no, not tea, scotch. Why scotch? Because it's good anytime. Exley ordering something Bud couldn't pronounce if he wanted to.

Waiter bustling off with memo pad and menus in hand, Bud looking to Exley curiously. "What the hell did you just ask for?"

Exley glanced across the table, one eyebrow quirked. "Roasted duck smothered in raspberry sauce."

White with a frustrated brow twist: "Why couldn't you just say that?"

"Because that's not the way it's done."

Bud worked his jaw for a moment... "Why not just a steak?"

"Duck is a bit more sophisticated."

'Hrmph' as Bud leans back in his seat.

Exley, a smug expression written over his features. "Well, you are what you eat."

A pause. Bud White sidling close, hand slipping down, cupping Ed between the legs, and SQUEEZING. "Tell me when it's time for me to start wearing glasses and talking too much."

White: swaggering to the men's room, a polite nod to a waitress.
Exley: slumped in his seat, face a-fire to the tips of his ears...


#4-G.B.

Trouble
"White! In my office now!" Exley's office door slammed shut. The bullpen grew silent as Bud swaggered into the Captain's office slamming the door behind him. "He's in for a reaming now." Sneered a cynic. The rest of the detectives laughed nervously. Unbeknownst to them all, a completely different sort of reaming was taking place.


#5-G.B.

First Sight
They cuddled in the large bed.
"When did you first notice me?"
Jack Vincenne gave his lover a playful smirk.
"Your first day."
"Really?"
"You walked into the squadroom with a tailored uniform Ed."
"Oh." Edmund sounded slightly disappointed.
" But it was the babe in the uniform that caught my attention."


#6-G.B.

Kept Boy
Jack Vincenne considered himself a lucky man. His lover was filthy rich, young, and had good looks to boot . Edmund carefully brought in a tray of martinis with the best imported vodka and crystal glasses. Ed was a cross between Lana Turner and a kept boy. Except Ed did all the keeping. Life was good.


#7-G.B.

Baby
*Exley.* I squirm under Jack, trying to defend what's left of my honor. My lips are bruised with kisses, my face flushed. *Vincenne!* He reaches into my pants and I'm lost. "Whatever Baby wants, Baby gets." He growls and there is no way in hell that I'm getting out of this one.


#8-G.B.

Opera
Bud knocked on Ed¹s door as he heard the caterwauling. Oh no! Edmund was listening to opera again. He wondered if he could talk him into watching the game tonight . Ed opened the door dressed in silk pajamas and holding champagne glasses. They would be listening to opera tonight.


#9-G.B.

Second Sight
The two men gazed at each other from across the crowded bullpen. White's eyes met those of his commanding office and held them longer than necessary. Captain Edmund Exley smiled back shyly. No one in that room would ever know exactly what happened that day, but Los Angeles would never be the same.


#10-G.B.

Spic and Span
Bud sat back in his favorite chair as Ex maneuvered around White's apartment. Once a week Ed washed his clothes, did the dishes, and scrubbed the floors. He cleaned the windows and changed his sheets. White returned back to his newspaper. It was good having a man around the house.