This is a work of fiction based on a character created in the Regency Enterprises/Warner Brothers film, “L.A. Confidential.” There is no intent to infringe on copyright or profit in any way from the character.  The story is strictly for entertainment purposes as a work of fantasy fan fiction.  Do not copy, print or publish any part of this story without the written permission of the author.

More Than Just This

by: Little Fish

©2002

No badge, no gun.  Officer Bud White felt naked, thanks to the empty space near the back of his belt.  “What a fuckin’ mess,” he thought, as he pulled up in front of the late night coffee shop.  He purposely avoided O’Grady’s Bar tonight.  Just didn’t need a lot of noise nor a drink for that matter.  Coffee - strong and black would do.

The starkly lit sign buzzed as it blinked when he walked into the shop and moved quietly to the booth at the far end.  He was the only customer there at 1:00 a.m.  “Nice and quiet,” he mused.  “Good.”

His mind seemed to spin with all the details of the last few days and nights.  The drag down fight in the jail cell - he still saw red when he remembered the prisoner’s insulting words about his mother.  The shitty politics of it all - there was no way he would rat on another cop, especially his partner.  No way.

That punk Exley - still wet behind the ears.  What did he know about covering a partner’s back or loyalty?  Oh, yeah. . .he’ll go far - right up the ladder to sit with some of those other white-collar jerks.  Sure.  A true kiss ass.

Bud was staring into space when Sue, the waitress, approached him.  “Hiya, Bud,” she smiled, placing the cup of joe in front of him.  He blinked and sat straight back, seeing her for the first time tonight.  “Uh - thanks, Sue,” he mumbled, clearing his throat.

She was wearing her pastel pink uniform with the white waist apron, which was no longer clean long after the evening crowd at the busy front counter.

“Can I get you some apple pie, Bud?” 

“Naw, Sue, I’m not hungry.  Coffee’s fine,” he said, raising the cup to salute her and then, putting it to his lips.  Sue sensed that he was troubled.  She’d waited on him many times here at the “Blue Light” and could read his moods pretty well.

“You okay, Bud?” she asked.  He was looking down into his cup and didn’t answer.  “I didn’t think so,” she murmured, as she slid into the booth in the spot right next to him.

He could smell the lingering floral scent of her “Blue Grass” cologne.  It was so familiar to him - had been his mother’s favorite and only indulgence.  Bud could feel Sue sitting next to him, warm and close, but not touching - an inch or two between them.

They had chatted before, shared laughs and sometimes, stories.  But the air hung heavy tonight with Bud’s silence.  Sue reached over and touched his arm.  “What’s wrong, Bud?”  He simply shook his head and stared out the window at the damp pavement.  Sue moved closer to him, pressing her thigh up next to his.

Bud cleared his throat and blinked quickly a few times, his blue green eyes shiny.  “I can’t talk about it, Sue.  Police business,” he shrugged, “Ya know.” 

“Yeah,” she shook her head, “I know.”  Bud never talked much anyway, but Sue knew this time was different, dark. “Officer White, the coffee’s on me.  I’m off now.  Let me get my sweater.  We’re leaving.”  And with that, she took him by the hand, coaxing him after her and out of the booth. 

Ever the gentleman, Bud helped her with her sweater, his hands resting momentarily on her shoulders and then, they were out in the cool night air.  “Now what?” Bud asked. 

Reaching for his car door handle, she insisted, “Just drive, Bud.”  He opened the door for her, watching as she sat and swung her shapely legs into the front seat.

Bud sucked air in hard, trying to settle down the thumping in his chest.  “What the hell am I doing?” he murmured as he got in and started the car.

They drove for a while in silence, the radio playing quietly.  Sue pointed to a side street, “Turn here, please.”  Half way down the block, she pointed to a parking space and Bud pulled over.

Without a sound, Sue leaned over to him and took his face in her hands.  He released the steering wheel and gazed into her dark brown eyes.  She edged her full red lips to within a breath of his and before he knew it, he was kissing her softly and then, more insistently.  She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue slowly into her mouth.  She tasted of mint as he wrapped her into his strong arms, pulling her closer still.

He rubbed her back as his tongue moved gently, probing, exploring.  He kissed her earlobe, her neck.  Sue had longed for this moment, to feel safe in his arms.  Her heart beat wildly and she moaned desperately, feeling his hot breath on her neck.  She ached for him, yet wondered if he would think her “loose and fast.”  Her feelings for him were so true, so alive.  She sensed his longing, too, and so, risked an angry turndown.

Moving away from him, she placed her finger to his lips.  “Come with me, Bud,” she whispered.  His eyes were dark green, half-closed.  He seemed tired and a bit older, but he quietly followed her lead as he turned off the engine and locked the car.

In minutes, they were in her small second floor apartment.  Bud closed the door and turned, only to be met with Sue helping him out of his jacket.  “Where’s your gun", she asked with concern.  He just shook his head, adding to Sue’s confusion.

“Sue,” Bud’s voice was husky, “where’s your bathroom?”  Surprised by his question, she pointed down the short hall.  Bud shut the bathroom door and stood at the sink, splashing water on his face, undoing his necktie.  He looked at his face in the mirror, tired, his eyes red, his spirit beaten.  Shaking his head, he decided that it was best for Sue if he left.  He wasn’t sure of himself tonight and what he might do here.  She seemed like a nice gal.  Opening the door, Bud walked back into the front room.  Sue wasn’t there.  He turned and headed down the hall, spying a door that was partially closed.

Standing at the opening, he realized that Sue was there, in her bedroom.  The only light in the room came from the street lamp outside.  Having removed her shoes, Sue had her foot up on a chair, near her bed, her skirt hiked high up on her thigh.  She was slowly removing her nylon from her white garter, first front and then, back, rolling the smooth material down her lovely leg.  Finished with one, she did the same with the other leg.  Bud breathed out slowly, thinking that he should back down the hall right now, but stood there, transfixed.

Sue turned her back to the door, pulling out the bobby pins that held her chestnut hair in place.  She sighed as she let her hair down and ran her fingers through the length of it.  Bud wanted desperately to touch that silky hair and after a moment’s hesitation, stepped through the door, closing it soundlessly behind him.

She was humming softly to herself and had reached for her hairbrush.  Bud moved silently up behind her and as she extended her arm up to begin brushing, he wrapped his large hand around hers on the handle.  “Oh!” Sue started, but Bud reached around and grabbed her by the waist with his other hand.  The pressure of his large hand on her belly was exquisite. 

“Here, let me do that,” Bud offered and Sue turned to look up at him in the dim light.  He ran the brush through part of her thick hair and had finished some long, lazy strokes, when she leaned into him, her face pressed against his chest, her arms wrapped around his thick neck.

This time, it was Sue who began trailing kisses along Bud’s strong jaw and cleft chin, which carried a stubbled “five o’clock shadow,” given the long day he had.  Bud tilted his chin up just slightly and closed his eyes, relaxing at the feel of her sweet lips on his face and neck.  She pulled his face down towards hers and ran her fingertips through Bud’s short hair, scratching his scalp sensuously with her long nails.  “OK, I’m going to sleep now.  That feels so damn good,” Bud yawned. 

Sue laughed softly.  “There’s more to make you feel good than just this.”  Bud understood this with certainty, seeing the promise in her dark eyes.  He wasn’t leaving tonight until he found out what she meant.

Sue unbuttoned Bud’s shirt, as he slowly pulled the shirttails up out of his pants.  Then, it was his turn to reach around her and untie the apron, letting it drop to the floor.  She helped undo her buttons in a race to the bottom of her uniform and suddenly, saw Bud kneel down in front of her.  As she slipped the uniform off of her shoulders, his hands played up along her cotton slip, to her round hips, to the top waistband and then, he pulled it down her legs.  He gazed up at her, admiring her curved figure, seeing the lacy bra, the white garter belt. . .and stopped breathing, when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The look on his face made her dizzy.  She moved her hips seductively in front of him and backed away to sit on the edge of her bed.

Bud licked his lips, feeling the blood rush to his head. 

Sue beckoned to him, running her bare foot along the side of her leg.  “Come here, baby,” she called quietly and with a deep-throated moan, Bud stood up, moving toward the bed and knelt down in front of her.  Without a sound, he ran his powerful hands up from her feet to her ankles to her thighs, massaging, warming, kneading her smooth skin.  She felt so good in his large hands. Gently, he pushed her back fully onto the bed.  When his hand moved up to her pussy, he felt her heat as he stroked the curls there, knew that she was ready for more and he was more than ready to oblige.

At the last minute and quite unexpectedly, Sue curled herself over and away from Bud, onto her side of the bed.  She rounded into a fetal position.  “Wh-what’s the matter, Sue?”  Now it was Bud’s turn to be confused.   

Sue placed her hand on his side of the bed and gestured for him to lay down there.  Bud eased onto the bed, his arm folded under his head.  “I. . .I’m sorry, Bud.  I let this move too fast.”  Sue looked down, away from him.

“Sue. . .hey, it’s my fault,” he offered.  “I’m the one who walked into your bedroom, uninvited.”

“Not entirely ‘uninvited,’ baby,” she shook her head.  “I wanted you here, in my home, in my bed.  I wanted to be with you, Bud, more than anything.  You make me feel special, all the times that I’ve seen you. . .”  And she started to softly cry.  She was so damn lonely.

Bud reached over and drew her up into the warmth of his muscular arms, tasting her tears and smoothing her hair back from her face.  “Sue, the last thing I want to do is to take advantage of the situation, to take advantage. . .of you.” 

“Bud, I’m so selfish.  I knew that you were upset about something, something important.  So I thought that I could help you through it, if I just. . .awww. . .this is all wrong.”

Bud shook his head, “No, babe.  You cared enough to want to be with me, to give me comfort and support.  Not many people have done that for me.”  With that, he tucked his hand under her chin and lifted her face to caress her lips, slowly, tenderly.  She moved her face into the space between his neck and chest, snuggling up closer to him.  He pulled the coverlet from the end of the bed and gently draped it over them.  Before they knew it, they were both asleep, in each other’s arms.

Bud awoke to the feel of warm breath on his neck and the smell of “Blue Grass” in the air.  As he blinked his eyes open, he saw that it was still dark outside.  Sue was softly rubbing his cock through his pants.  He wondered if he was still asleep and dreaming.  “It’s time, Bud,” she murmured. 

Her dark eyes glittered in the soft light as her lips touched his.  Bud stood up, silently stripping off his T-shirt, pants and boxers.  He moved to the end of the bed and leaned forward over her, balancing above her on those burly arms.  Smiling quietly, his eyes shaded by long lashes, he looked at her slowly, gazing up and down.  She saw the need in his moist blue-green eyes.  “You are so beautiful,” he breathed into her cheek, as he began to lightly nuzzle her eyes, her brows, tickling her with butterfly kisses.  Reaching her arms up around his neck, she drew him down fully on top of her.  His weight felt solid and good on her as they finally touched skin-to-skin.

Sue began to rub her hands along his hips and thighs, dragging her nails up along his hard ass.  His cock twitched alive in response and he pressed up against the curly down of hair between her legs.  She was hot and wet there, arching her back a bit to meet him even closer.

“Sue, are you sure. . .” he started to ask, but she put her fingertips to his cupid bow lips and then, parted them insistently with her tongue.  He needed no more encouragement as he met her tongue strongly with his, sucking deeply, breathing heavily.

He felt her hips rocking up beneath him as her hand slipped under his thigh and reached for his rock hard cock.  Guiding him gently, she placed him at her hot slit and waited for his next move. 

Bud urged her legs open more with his right hand and then, slipped effortlessly between her waiting lips, inching in slowly, pulling back - in and out, moving little by little, deeper into her.  He shivered a bit, working the muscles in his back - she clutched herself so tightly around him. 

She helped him further by wrapping her legs up around his back, suddenly drawing him fully into her.  He heard her gasp and then, moan as his long, thick cock totally entered her.  Nipping the side of her neck, he whispered huskily, “Oh, babe, you feel so damn good.” 

Feeling lightheaded, Sue pleaded with him, “C’mon, Bud, give me your love.”  

They began to rock together, slow and sure, giving and taking, their skin slick and hot where they touched.  Bud pushed up away from Sue for better leverage, keeping his cock sliding into her, deeper, surer.  His half-lidded eyes were dark green beneath thick lashes, his lips pursed intensely. 

Sue felt the tingling begin between her legs and saw tiny blue shooting stars as she gazed up into Bud’s passion-laden eyes.  “Oh, yeah, oh, Bud. . .” Sue exclaimed as she felt the surge move from her pussy, spreading up and out through her body.  She grabbed his neck, roughly pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him hard.

At the feel of her body, bucking up against him, Bud increased his pace.  He wrapped his powerful arms under her back and thrust fully into her, again and again.  As she moaned, he heard himself groaning, grunting, reveling in her heat.  His cock felt on fire with the friction of his thrusts.

He looked at Sue as she came in his embrace and then, squeezing his eyes shut, Bud let out a hissing moan as he gave it up to her, filling her.  He continued to pump into her long and deep, finishing with a quiet sigh, as he nestled down onto her.  They remained silent, their hearts beating hard together and then, slower. 

Sue kissed his cheek as he made eye contact with her in this intimate moment.  “Thank you, babe,” he breathed gently into her mouth, “Thank you for loving me tonight.” 

“Like I always say, Bud, there’s more to make you feel good. . .and loved than just this.”  She pulled his head down onto her breast as he sighed with pure contentment.  This night belonged to them.

FIN