Drabble Tree Challenge

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

 Following on from corvidology(because someone has to). This starts with 'stupid'.

Bodie might not mean to say this. But he means what he says :D

“Stupid and moronic? That amounts to the same thing, doesn’t it?”

 

“You know what I mean, you dumb crud. What were you thinking? What if I hadn’t—?”

 

“But you did, Ray.”

 

“Yeah, but what if—?”

 

“What if? Listen, mate, I’ll argue with Cowley the rights and wrongs of sending us on assignments. I’ll challenge Macklin to a one on one with no holds barred. Hell, I’ll even book myself a psychiatric evaluation with the lovely Dr. Ross. But I will never ask ‘what if Ray hadn’t been there?’ because it will never happen, sunshine. You’ll always be there.”

Drabble Tree Challenge

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

Ooh, look!  I iz in your comm, spammin your flist :D

 ausmac's last word was 'plan'. I don't know who was posting romantic stuff under my name last night - oh alright it was me, but here's one to restore my street cred (what my street cred is, I'm not sure, but hopefully it's been restored now)  ;)

Plan A involved a couple of willing birds, an evening of dining and dancing and the night spent at Bodie’s in a frolicking foursome of epic proportions.

 

Plan B involved a hurried phone call to inform said girls they’d be working late, followed by leftover curry, sitting at Ray’s in torn, wet clothes at two in the morning and coming down from yet another narrow dice with death.

 

Plan B most definitely didn’t include clothes strewn over the furniture and urgent, sweaty sex on the living room floor.

 

Plan B looks set to be upgraded to Plan A anytime soon.

Fic: Makin' Plans

[ausmac.livejournal.com]

Based on schnuffi's last word "life" I realise it's more than 100 words, for which I apologise. I tried to cut it down, honestly I did...

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Life's somethin' that happens to you while you while you're makin' plans. John Lennon said that. Very clever man, till he got himself killed, but then, that's sort of what he was talkin' about. You don't plan to get shot by a lunatic. Like I didn't plan to find Doyle. And everything that happened after that.

I didn't make plans. I didn't hope. I just took each day as it came. Now I watch his back - and his front, which is even better to watch than his back - do my job, be the best I can at what we do. Learn about myself in the way he touches me, learn about him in the way he moves and sounds when I'm with him.

I'm his - what, guardian angel? Daft. He'd think that was funny. I dunno what he is to me. Never had anyone like him. He's my life. He's what happened to me when I'd given up makin' a plan.

Drabble Tree Challenge

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

I'm using the popular last word of "life"--supplied by both callistosh65 and schnuffi. Callisto, this is for you.  It doesn't really make up for your week, but maybe it'll give you some pleasure.  I wish it was actually banter, though!

If
by PFL

"Life in a word: if."

"Eh?"

"One of the things Bodie says.  Said."

"He's going to make it, Doyle."

"If they can operate.  If he survives.  If he's himself when he wakes."

"He's strong."

"He's a fatalist.  He knew it was a suicide mission you sent him on."

"It was his choice."

"To fucking save me."

"Aye."

"Well, here's a certainty for you: we're out of it after this.  Together."

"Oh yes?  What can you offer him I can't?"

"Life."

"Not...love?"

"You know."

"Does he?"

If they can operate.  If he survives.  If he's himself when he wakes.  "He will."

Drabble Tree Challenge

[hambelandjemima.livejournal.com]

 'Kay. I've, erm, risen to the challenge, following on from schnuffi's 'sweat'. Not quite as smutty as I expected, more angsty, but they're obviously in that sort of mood today. I'll distract you with my icon *eg*

Sweat, blood and tears. It’s the job, innit? Well, not the tears obviously, because butch, macho men wouldn’t know emotion if it attached itself to their egos and yelled, “Here I am!”

 

Would they?

 

Doyle has seen Bodie sweat. In the hush of night, Bodie perspires with the effort of staying silent as they come together in urgency and need.

 

Bodie has seen Doyle’s blood. So much of it.

 

They’ve seen each other’s tears. In the hospital. Together, alone, relieved.

 

And at night, when they hold each other and wonder if what they do is the right thing, after all.

Drabble Tree Challenge

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Using hambelandjemima's last word "Soon" so she can in turn write more smut. Here is the promised "Sweat" *BG*

Heat

Soon, too soon they would be back on the streets again, fighting for their lives and those of others. But not tonight. Tonight it was as it should be. Tonight they were together, moving in unison. So close to each other – inside each other – as if they were but one entity. Heat slowly rising to a peak, their bodies melting together, soft skin against soft skin, their heartbeats in perfect rhythm, hot breath on silky hair. Their souls soaring up together in a rocking climax, shaking their world. Reluctant to let go their lips met, kissing off the lingering sweat.

Can I have breakfast now?

Pros drabble - Will You?

[probodie.livejournal.com]

The final word from the last drabble was will. So here is my humble offering.

Will You?
By Probodie

Will you allow me to be close to you? To know you as well as you know me. To give me access to that closely guarded heart of yours.

Will you let me hold you close and chase away your night terrors, or let me wake you with a firmly placed slap?

Will you laugh with me at the joy of being alive, or sigh with relief at a lucky escape?

Will you let me kiss those wonderful lips, or let me run my hands through that silky hair?

Will you let me love you how you should be loved?