Bud White

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 18:42:23 GMT

While Bud wanted breakfast, what he'd wanted just then wasn't being served in the kitchen. And by the time he and Franki finally stumbled from the bedroom, the only thing left over from the others in the house was a bit of coffee. Franki found eggs, toast and other things to make him a hearty scrambled egg concoction. As they were finishing their feast, Dino popped in to let them know he'd just received word from their confidential and well-placed source that the threat against...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 01:10:52 GMT

Some time later ...

Franki yawned and stretched languidly before turning to the man beside her. "G'morning, birthday boy. How you feeling this morning?"

Bud pried one eye open and tried to glare at her. "M'not awake yet."

"Oh, really?" She laughed and wrapped an arm over his chest. "Then I guess I got you trapped."

His eyes stayed closed, but a little smile curved up one corner of his mouth....

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 08:13:55 GMT

It's easy to want Bud White. Most men, it's not so easy. She's just good at hiding that with a practiced smile and a sway of her rear that makes them all think what she wants them to think. But Bud never seems to fall for that kind of thing. And the way he looks at her shakes her down to her bones. Whatever is playing out between them is not just sex, not even 'friends with benefits' which is something Franki has had a few times in her life. He's such a straightforward...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (PhoenixBG07) — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 20:58:18 GMT

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 20:03:44 GMT

In the world where Bud was raised, there were so many different expectations and understandings. It still almost frightens him when a woman drops to her knees and takes him the way Franki has. There's something about always being told about this sex act as if it's something guys do with hookers -- not something they'd ever do with their own girl. But girls nowadays got other thoughts about this. And he just has to learn to relax and let them do what they want.

He watches...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 23:12:35 GMT

His voice shakes her. That combination of desire and trust in her is something she can't remember ever experiencing before. She works the zipper carefully, freeing him. Her hands close lightly on his erection, stroking gently, half-shy. The sudden hiss of breath tells her how sensitized he already is. She kisses him again, murmurs "Missed you too," before sliding to her knees in front of the chair. A single long inhalation, he even smells good to her, clean and very male, she...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 19:58:44 GMT

Bud feels his pulse tighten. There's that look in Franki's eyes; that hitch in her voice; the way her tone has shifted to just this side of indecent. She's fingering his shirt. Her knee slides against the inside of his thigh.

"I think I just heard my nurse tell her patient it was time he got in bed," Bud says softly. His voice is all man, all mystery, all hushed. "Lead the way, Nurse Franki. I promise to be a good patient … and a...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 12:09:57 GMT

"And by the way, you really are the best." Her expression is all wide-eyed innocence. For about two seconds. "So ... any chance of getting out of earshot of Dino and his crew, ya think?" Her fingers are playing with the buttons on his shirt and they start to stray lower while she tries unsuccessfully to look as though she hasn't been desperately trying to get his clothes off.

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 01:15:36 GMT

Half-unbelieving thoughts ran through Franki's mind. 'He wants me? Really for real? He wants ME? After yesterday, after everything?' She almost shook her head. Her luck was never that good. Except maybe where Bud White was concerned. He was the only one who seemed to think she was more than a convenience. And certainly the only one who never used her. And he kept saying the same kind of things, that she was worth something more than what she could do for him, she was worth...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 20:00:35 GMT

Bud puts a finger under her chin and lifts it up until Franki's eyes meet his. He reads the fear of failure, the fear of rejection. He wishes to god he wasn't injured. He'd pick her up, hold her tight, show her ... but instead he has to use words. He's not always good that way.

"You don't suck as MY girlfriend, beautiful. In fact, you make me very happy as my girlfriend. You know what?" He wipes a little tear away from the corner of her eye. She shakes...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 15:53:39 GMT

His hands feel wonderful, but it's his eyes that keep her attention. Any thoughts she had of just blowing the moment away with a silly comment fade away in that fleeting expression. "Let's see ... I drop out of sight ... I get you hurt ... I cause trouble ... " He voice is halting, she can't quite look at him and she doesn't want to let go, his hands are warm and it feels so good to be close to him. "Bud ... I suck as a girlfriend." It's something of a...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Wed, 01 Jul 2009 19:50:22 GMT

"I been a called a lot of things, honey, but the best? Yeah. Not so much."

He shakes his head, teases her with a mock-serious narrowing to his eyes ... and she responds well. She runs a hand down his face and just fixes him with a look he wants to take her up on. But there's an underlying sadness in his eyes, a...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 09:55:59 GMT

"If I'm outta your league then it's time for me to find a different game." He looked so cool and calm, as solid as a rock. Franki almost laughed, thinking there should be an ocean crashing around him. "Y'know ... all the things I worried about Inside, I knew I didn't have to worry about my dog. I knew you'd take care of her, no matter how mad you might be with me for dropping out of sight." Her smile picked up a flirting edge to it, "And she likes...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 22:16:34 GMT

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:41:09 GMT

Bud's content to loll back amongst the couch's pillows and simply let Franki (and Spooky) care for him. He watches Franki's hands as she kneads his feet; such strong hands for such a tiny girl. Her curtain of hair hides her eyes. He pulls it back, enjoying how it feels like satin. He enjoys even more the sudden blush that blooms along Franki's cheeks as she sees the look in his eyes.

"The first time I ever saw you, I knew you were outta my league. Knew...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:49:58 GMT

His laughter is catching; she eases the deathgrip she's been taking on his shoulders and moves back just a little. "You're crazy. Good thing for you I like crazy. It beats 'first Daddy had to arrest Mommy' as a story. But yikes, imagine me with kids? They'd be in therapy forever." Her eyes are bright, laughing along with him. "Put your feet up; I wanna spoil you." She swung his feet up into her lap. "It just so happens that I rock at foot...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:47:57 GMT

He glances at Dino and Gen before swinging around and walking Franki out of the room. She feels tiny and fragile. Funny, he thinks to himself, he remembers thinking that right before she took him on the car ride of his life. So truthfully, Franki's a hell of a lot stronger than he gives her credit for.

By the time they reach the couch, for some reason, Bud's drowning in all sorts of things that he suddenly finds hilarious. Must be the drugs I'm on, he tells himself,...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 16:54:59 GMT

Franki wasn't much for introspection, too many things in her past that she actively suppressed, did not think about. She was much more likely to get an idea and run with it than she was to sit down and consider it. But she was trying it now. Bud worried about scaring her? Guys never gave a shit about that kind of shit. That was something to think about, that he worried she might bolt. Or that other thing he'd said, about not being like a dad. Was she really thinking of him like he was...

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 19:18:38 GMT

"That's just what I needed to hear, honey," he whispers against her hair. "Let's go somewhere we can talk ... See if we can figure out where we wanna go from here. I want you to feel safe with me ..."

Re: Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (Franki G) — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 22:29:17 GMT

Franki's eyes met Buds and her smile blazed into life. She didn't hesitate, jumping up from the table to take his hand and let go of it in order to bury herself against his chest, holding tightly to him. The tears she held back so stubbornly insisted on slipping out. "Yes,"she sniffled, "I wanna spend time taking care of you, and not looking over my shoulder to see what bad shit's coming next. An' ... an' I don't care if anyone else thinks...

Bud White

feeds@yuku.com (BudWhiteLAPD) — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 19:47:01 GMT

[Bud walks in, nods at Paul and slides into a seat at the bar. Paul sets down his usual glass of Scotch...]

Quiet, tonight...Uma around?

I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...