Let's play a game.

[only_more_love]

Ok, so I know there are a bunch of writers on my f-list.  I also know I can't be the only one with throwaway snippets or sentences that either never made it into a story or maybe just got cut from one and consequently are just sitting in limbo on a hard drive somewhere.   So if you have some, come on in and post them as a comments.  It might be fun.  If you're feeling shy, post anonymously. 

I'll start.  Below the cut is a silly little snippet of dialog that's been sitting in my Google Docs folder since January.  Feel free to point and snicker; it's pretty bad.  *g*

"Where is your line now, Booth?"

"In my pants, apparently," he muttered under his breath.

"What?"

"Never mind, Bones.  Never mind."

"Alcohol has a depressant effect on the central nervous system.  It can cause erectile dysfunction and impede ejac--"

He slapped his hand over her mouth.  "All right.  Thanks for your concern, but I'm managing just fine."

She shoved his hand aside.  "Oh?"

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[lostakasha.livejournal.com]

I might regret this, but here goes:

Plumbing wheezes and pings, floorboards creak and a thick, foggy voice croaks a greeting from the kitchen.

Booth misses this. Misses the after-sex quiet, being the first person out of the bed, moving through the silent house, reliving touches that make him shiver to think about; feeling the imprint of teeth and nails in his skin still present after hours of sleep, and most of all, he misses a warm, perfect body next to his, over his, lost in dreams but reaching for him.

He’s never lacked for this bliss with the women in his life: Rebecca, Camille, Tessa, a few of the long list of satisfied women who craved his company and were happy to spend long days with him, filled with laughter and sex and lovemaking.

Those same moments are those he’s never allowed himself to have with another man. Not once, not ever. He’s never lain in bed after a night of lovemaking and refused to leave, collecting the body that made him lose consciousness in his arms and insisting that they spend the day with only room enough for breath between them.

Fuck, he’s never spent an entire night with a man. Not with Jason, and not with Scott; the Army conveniently took care of that.

“Wonderful thing about life, man. People change.”

“Nah, people don’t change. They like to think they do, but they don’t.”

And sometimes they’re dead wrong.

His breath catches in his throat as Hodgins shuffles past, rumpled and yawning and Booth knows his body is still hot from being wrapped in blankets. He’s never let Cam or Tessa or any other beautiful woman walk by him after a night like last night, and it makes no sense to let Jack pass, either.

Hodgins bounces into the cushions and takes a gulp of coffee, which Booth swiftly and carefully takes from his hand. Setting the cup on the coffee table next to his, he doesn't stop to think, to worry.

“Hey…”

Jack tastes like coffee and that hippie spearmint toothpaste he likes, and his beard smells like glycerin soap. Greedy hands rake Booth’s scalp and in mid-kiss he’s straddling his lap.

“Sleep good?” Booth asks, wiping a wild muddle of curls back from Jack's forehead.

“Dude,” Jack purrs. “Like the dead. You’re up early.” Long lashes flutter and the blue eyes close; a smile spreads, dawn-like, over his face. “Literal is good.” he sighs. "Literal is excellent."

(found this on my flash drive...homeless, and perhaps that is how it should remain!)

[lerdo.livejournal.com]

You won't regret it--at least not because of me. :)

Booth misses this. Misses the after-sex quiet, being the first person out of the bed, moving through the silent house, reliving touches that make him shiver to think about; feeling the imprint of teeth and nails in his skin still present after hours of sleep, and most of all, he misses a warm, perfect body next to his, over his, lost in dreams but reaching for him.

What a fantastic insight. You have such an eye for the details that make a fictional reality real.

“Literal is good.” he sighs. "Literal is excellent."

*g* Love the innuendo.

Thanks for playing. ;)