Ficlets: CSI/L&O Crossover, DMOC, RPS
Today on Things I do when I should be reviewing articles for the paper that's due in six days and has to be perfect so I don't fail this fucking class Theater*: More ficlets.
Ficlet #7, for coffeewordangel, who requested femmeslash I couldn't write and then settled for this.
"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Olivia's voice is gentle, but it still says 'don't argue with me'. And she gets it, because her job is just as hard and just as depressing. So she gets the need to forget about it some nights, gets that that's why they're here instead of at some bar flirting with whoever or making dinner for husbands and kids out in the suburbs somewhere. It's a hard life for people who deal with death all day, and she knows better than to wish for it.
So she leans forward, long hair falling over her shoulders as her mouth finds Olivia's. "So let's not talk," Stella says, hand sliding down Olivia's side to push up under her tank top.
It's one of those hot New York nights where everything sticks to you and the air's too thick to breathe, so she's not surprised at the relieved sigh when she peels Olivia's flimsy tank top off. There's an old fan in the corner, pushing the air around a little, and when the breeze hits Olivia's chest her nipples instantly harden. Stella flattens her palm against one, mouth still moving against Olivia's until she gasps and breaks the kiss to arch up into Stella's hand.
She's beautiful like this, one knee drawn up and panties already damp and when it's like this Stella can almost forget that they don't really know each other. They don't go out and they don't talk about their jobs or the lives they don't have. They don't have beers after a hard day at the office; they don't even work in the same office, although the job is what brought them together. And they still don't talk about that case - no one talks about that case - but there's a small part of her that's not sorry, because it means she gets to see Olivia the way she is now.
Not at her most vulnerable. Stella's never seen that and she doubts she ever will, but when Olivia's eyes squeeze shut and her lips part on a gasp it's easy to pretend. Easy to let herself believe that they're here because they want to be, that this is what makes them happy. And it could be, if they let it, but she knows Olivia well enough to understand that she won't let Stella in that far.
But she lets Stella see part of her. Pushes her legs apart to let Stella press two fingers inside, hand tangled in her hair and pushing her down, sighing at the soft kisses brushed between her breasts, across her stomach, along the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She lets Stella have this, gives as much in return and it's enough.
It has to be, because it's as far as Olivia's willing to go, and Stella knows her well enough to see that that's not going to change.
~
Ficlets #8 and 9, for wirrrn, who requested DMOC and Kerr/Fehr.
"This is the last time I listen to you."
He's said it a thousand times, but he means it this time. This is the last of Cooper's crazy schemes he's falling for, the last time he goes along with some ridiculous plan just because Cooper says it will be fun. If they'd just done it his way they would have been there by now, but no, he had to let Cooper talk him into taking the scenic route, and now…now they were lost somewhere right in the middle of nowhere.
"How was I supposed to know this would happen?"
"You know what, you're right. I should have known this would happen, because this is what always happens. It's my own fault for listening to you."
"The car still would have broken down if we'd gone the way you wanted to."
"Maybe, but at least we wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere," Josh reminds him. He stretches out his arms to drive home his point, turning in a complete circle before he looks at Cooper again. "We could be out here all night before somebody finds us."
"Relax," Cooper says, and Josh can't see his face in the darkness but he can tell by the sound of Cooper's voice that he's starting to get annoyed. Not that Josh cares, because if he has to suffer Cooper should too. "I'll just call the rental company. They'll have a service."
He digs in his pocket for his cell phone, punching buttons and squinting at the display until Josh can't stand it anymore. "What now?"
"No signal," Cooper answers. He pushes off the hood of the car and takes a few exaggerated steps forward, holding the phone toward the sky and Josh doesn't bother pointing out that even if he gets a signal nine feet in the air, it's not like he can get high enough to make the actual call. Not that it matters, because a few seconds later he drops the phone back in his pocket and turns back to Josh with a shrug. "Guess we're too far from civilization."
"That's just perfect," Josh mutters. He reaches into the car for his jacket, shivering a little in the cool night air as he pulls it on. And walking twenty miles in the middle of the night isn't exactly his idea of a good start to a vacation, but if he stays here he's going to kill Cooper.
"Where are you going?" Cooper asks as Josh starts down the road, jogging to catch up with him and Josh turns on his heel to stop Cooper from following.
"To get help, where do you think? You should stay with the car in case someone comes by."
"Josh, come on," Cooper says, hand on Josh's shoulder and he has to resist the urge to shrug it off. "It's twenty miles back to town."
"And whose fault is that? 'Let's take the scenic route, Josh. It'll be fun, Josh.' I can't believe I listened to you. Again," he adds, but he doesn't fight Cooper when he takes hold of Josh's arm and steers him back toward the car. He's not really looking forward to wandering down a state road in the dark, especially when there are no houses for miles. He's seen enough horror movies to know that that's a bad idea, but the thought of staying here and waiting for someone to happen by isn't all that appealing either.
He shifts away when Cooper leans against the car next to him, nudging Josh's shoulder with his own. "I did it for you, you know."
"What, to torture me?"
"No," Cooper says, and Josh doesn't have to look to know he's grinning. Can't look, because Cooper's smiles are infectious and he's not giving in this time. "I figured the longer it took us to get there, the less time you had to put up with my old man."
"So…what? You orchestrated this little pit stop?"
"No," Cooper says again, and this time Josh does glance over to see his grin. "It is kind of romantic, though. Just you and me and all these stars."
And Josh isn't about to admit it, but he's got a point. Granted, the stars over Cooper's parents' house would have done just fine, but his father is kind of a nightmare and Josh hasn't really been looking forward to seeing him again. He looks forward to time away from Cooper a lot less, though, so even if they are stranded in the middle of nowhere, at least they're together.
"You know we can see the same stars back at school."
"But we never take the time," Cooper answers, and Josh can't help smiling at that. He tries to hide it from Cooper, but he knows he's failing when Cooper laughs and leans closer. "So what do you say? Wanna make out in the back seat?"
"What if somebody comes by and sees us?" Josh asks as Cooper pushes him backwards and opens the back door.
"Are you kidding?" he says, smiling that smile that always makes Josh go weak in the knees. "There's nobody around for miles."
~
He has to hang around a lot longer than he wants to get Kerr alone, but finally - fucking finally - Brendan gets his chance. And patience really is a virtue, because he's been standing watch by the door that leads to the men's room for almost an hour by the time Kerr finally shows up. Brendan grabs his arm and drags him forward, down the hall and past the restrooms to a dark stairway that he's pretty sure the staff only uses during the day.
"I hate these things," he says, ignoring Kerr's protests as he shoves him up against the door.
"Then why'd you come?" Kerr asks, but it's a stupid question and they both know it. There's only one reason Brendan's here, only one reason he bothered with the wrap party, and this is it. This moment, with Kerr pressed up against him, fingers tight around his shirt and pulling him close, and Brendan bets he doesn't even know he's doing it.
"Because I knew you'd miss me if I didn't show." He grins as he says it and surges forward, mouth pressed hard against Kerr's and if it feels desperate he doesn't really care, because he knows the deal. Knows this is probably the last time, that unless they work together again this is pretty much it, because Kerr's got a fiancée and a life and Brendan doesn't fit into that equation.
Not that he wants to. He doesn't, but he likes fucking with Kerr's head and he's going to miss that part. He'll miss the way Kerr always makes him work for it, the lame little fights he puts up before he gives in and begs Brendan to fuck him. He'll miss the way Kerr looks at him, all smoldering anger and Brendan knows Kerr probably thinks that makes him look intense, but the truth is it just lets the whole world know he's turned on.
Brendan doesn't care about that either; the whole world could know they're fucking for all he minds. But Kerr minds, and Brendan knows why. He's known the deal from the beginning, and he's cool with it. He just wants…this, just this one last thing that he can tuck away in his memory when Kerr doesn't belong to him anymore.
He's panting when Kerr finally pushes him away, lips swollen and gaze trained on the door and Brendan knows he's already looking for Harmoni. Waiting - not hoping - to get caught, telling himself the tabloids would have a fucking field day, but Brendan knows nobody would care. So he pulls Kerr forward, kissing him one last time for good measure. It's long and slow and when Kerr tries to pull away Brendan buries a hand in his hair, holding on until he's done, until he's finally ready to let go.
Then he does, just like that, takes a step backwards and absently wipes his mouth with the back of one hand before he looks at Kerr. Sizing him up, and he can tell Kerr can feel it by the way he tries not to shudder. "Don't be a stranger," he says, then he turns on his heel and walks away, past Izabella and a smirking Johnathon and out of the party altogether, and he doesn't look back once.
~
Also, GIP, because my love for I ♥ Huckabees knows no bounds. And writing fic turned out to be kind of fun, if a little scary. Not that there will be more, because a) no time, and b) nobody's seen the movie yet. Although you're really only cheating yourselves there, because it's just that good. I mentioned it was really, really good, right?
Right.
And now I have a date with my laptop, the voices in my head, and ninety minutes of unintentional comedy gold. Don't wait up. Am very tired. Want nap before Miami, but I'm terrified I won't wake up in time. And that, my friends, is what pathetic looks like.
*I actually did read some of the articles I printed out for my paper. It's just the novel-writing that's being purposely neglected.
Ficlet #7, for coffeewordangel, who requested femmeslash I couldn't write and then settled for this.
"I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Olivia's voice is gentle, but it still says 'don't argue with me'. And she gets it, because her job is just as hard and just as depressing. So she gets the need to forget about it some nights, gets that that's why they're here instead of at some bar flirting with whoever or making dinner for husbands and kids out in the suburbs somewhere. It's a hard life for people who deal with death all day, and she knows better than to wish for it.
So she leans forward, long hair falling over her shoulders as her mouth finds Olivia's. "So let's not talk," Stella says, hand sliding down Olivia's side to push up under her tank top.
It's one of those hot New York nights where everything sticks to you and the air's too thick to breathe, so she's not surprised at the relieved sigh when she peels Olivia's flimsy tank top off. There's an old fan in the corner, pushing the air around a little, and when the breeze hits Olivia's chest her nipples instantly harden. Stella flattens her palm against one, mouth still moving against Olivia's until she gasps and breaks the kiss to arch up into Stella's hand.
She's beautiful like this, one knee drawn up and panties already damp and when it's like this Stella can almost forget that they don't really know each other. They don't go out and they don't talk about their jobs or the lives they don't have. They don't have beers after a hard day at the office; they don't even work in the same office, although the job is what brought them together. And they still don't talk about that case - no one talks about that case - but there's a small part of her that's not sorry, because it means she gets to see Olivia the way she is now.
Not at her most vulnerable. Stella's never seen that and she doubts she ever will, but when Olivia's eyes squeeze shut and her lips part on a gasp it's easy to pretend. Easy to let herself believe that they're here because they want to be, that this is what makes them happy. And it could be, if they let it, but she knows Olivia well enough to understand that she won't let Stella in that far.
But she lets Stella see part of her. Pushes her legs apart to let Stella press two fingers inside, hand tangled in her hair and pushing her down, sighing at the soft kisses brushed between her breasts, across her stomach, along the smooth skin of her inner thighs. She lets Stella have this, gives as much in return and it's enough.
It has to be, because it's as far as Olivia's willing to go, and Stella knows her well enough to see that that's not going to change.
~
Ficlets #8 and 9, for wirrrn, who requested DMOC and Kerr/Fehr.
"This is the last time I listen to you."
He's said it a thousand times, but he means it this time. This is the last of Cooper's crazy schemes he's falling for, the last time he goes along with some ridiculous plan just because Cooper says it will be fun. If they'd just done it his way they would have been there by now, but no, he had to let Cooper talk him into taking the scenic route, and now…now they were lost somewhere right in the middle of nowhere.
"How was I supposed to know this would happen?"
"You know what, you're right. I should have known this would happen, because this is what always happens. It's my own fault for listening to you."
"The car still would have broken down if we'd gone the way you wanted to."
"Maybe, but at least we wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere," Josh reminds him. He stretches out his arms to drive home his point, turning in a complete circle before he looks at Cooper again. "We could be out here all night before somebody finds us."
"Relax," Cooper says, and Josh can't see his face in the darkness but he can tell by the sound of Cooper's voice that he's starting to get annoyed. Not that Josh cares, because if he has to suffer Cooper should too. "I'll just call the rental company. They'll have a service."
He digs in his pocket for his cell phone, punching buttons and squinting at the display until Josh can't stand it anymore. "What now?"
"No signal," Cooper answers. He pushes off the hood of the car and takes a few exaggerated steps forward, holding the phone toward the sky and Josh doesn't bother pointing out that even if he gets a signal nine feet in the air, it's not like he can get high enough to make the actual call. Not that it matters, because a few seconds later he drops the phone back in his pocket and turns back to Josh with a shrug. "Guess we're too far from civilization."
"That's just perfect," Josh mutters. He reaches into the car for his jacket, shivering a little in the cool night air as he pulls it on. And walking twenty miles in the middle of the night isn't exactly his idea of a good start to a vacation, but if he stays here he's going to kill Cooper.
"Where are you going?" Cooper asks as Josh starts down the road, jogging to catch up with him and Josh turns on his heel to stop Cooper from following.
"To get help, where do you think? You should stay with the car in case someone comes by."
"Josh, come on," Cooper says, hand on Josh's shoulder and he has to resist the urge to shrug it off. "It's twenty miles back to town."
"And whose fault is that? 'Let's take the scenic route, Josh. It'll be fun, Josh.' I can't believe I listened to you. Again," he adds, but he doesn't fight Cooper when he takes hold of Josh's arm and steers him back toward the car. He's not really looking forward to wandering down a state road in the dark, especially when there are no houses for miles. He's seen enough horror movies to know that that's a bad idea, but the thought of staying here and waiting for someone to happen by isn't all that appealing either.
He shifts away when Cooper leans against the car next to him, nudging Josh's shoulder with his own. "I did it for you, you know."
"What, to torture me?"
"No," Cooper says, and Josh doesn't have to look to know he's grinning. Can't look, because Cooper's smiles are infectious and he's not giving in this time. "I figured the longer it took us to get there, the less time you had to put up with my old man."
"So…what? You orchestrated this little pit stop?"
"No," Cooper says again, and this time Josh does glance over to see his grin. "It is kind of romantic, though. Just you and me and all these stars."
And Josh isn't about to admit it, but he's got a point. Granted, the stars over Cooper's parents' house would have done just fine, but his father is kind of a nightmare and Josh hasn't really been looking forward to seeing him again. He looks forward to time away from Cooper a lot less, though, so even if they are stranded in the middle of nowhere, at least they're together.
"You know we can see the same stars back at school."
"But we never take the time," Cooper answers, and Josh can't help smiling at that. He tries to hide it from Cooper, but he knows he's failing when Cooper laughs and leans closer. "So what do you say? Wanna make out in the back seat?"
"What if somebody comes by and sees us?" Josh asks as Cooper pushes him backwards and opens the back door.
"Are you kidding?" he says, smiling that smile that always makes Josh go weak in the knees. "There's nobody around for miles."
~
He has to hang around a lot longer than he wants to get Kerr alone, but finally - fucking finally - Brendan gets his chance. And patience really is a virtue, because he's been standing watch by the door that leads to the men's room for almost an hour by the time Kerr finally shows up. Brendan grabs his arm and drags him forward, down the hall and past the restrooms to a dark stairway that he's pretty sure the staff only uses during the day.
"I hate these things," he says, ignoring Kerr's protests as he shoves him up against the door.
"Then why'd you come?" Kerr asks, but it's a stupid question and they both know it. There's only one reason Brendan's here, only one reason he bothered with the wrap party, and this is it. This moment, with Kerr pressed up against him, fingers tight around his shirt and pulling him close, and Brendan bets he doesn't even know he's doing it.
"Because I knew you'd miss me if I didn't show." He grins as he says it and surges forward, mouth pressed hard against Kerr's and if it feels desperate he doesn't really care, because he knows the deal. Knows this is probably the last time, that unless they work together again this is pretty much it, because Kerr's got a fiancée and a life and Brendan doesn't fit into that equation.
Not that he wants to. He doesn't, but he likes fucking with Kerr's head and he's going to miss that part. He'll miss the way Kerr always makes him work for it, the lame little fights he puts up before he gives in and begs Brendan to fuck him. He'll miss the way Kerr looks at him, all smoldering anger and Brendan knows Kerr probably thinks that makes him look intense, but the truth is it just lets the whole world know he's turned on.
Brendan doesn't care about that either; the whole world could know they're fucking for all he minds. But Kerr minds, and Brendan knows why. He's known the deal from the beginning, and he's cool with it. He just wants…this, just this one last thing that he can tuck away in his memory when Kerr doesn't belong to him anymore.
He's panting when Kerr finally pushes him away, lips swollen and gaze trained on the door and Brendan knows he's already looking for Harmoni. Waiting - not hoping - to get caught, telling himself the tabloids would have a fucking field day, but Brendan knows nobody would care. So he pulls Kerr forward, kissing him one last time for good measure. It's long and slow and when Kerr tries to pull away Brendan buries a hand in his hair, holding on until he's done, until he's finally ready to let go.
Then he does, just like that, takes a step backwards and absently wipes his mouth with the back of one hand before he looks at Kerr. Sizing him up, and he can tell Kerr can feel it by the way he tries not to shudder. "Don't be a stranger," he says, then he turns on his heel and walks away, past Izabella and a smirking Johnathon and out of the party altogether, and he doesn't look back once.
~
Also, GIP, because my love for I ♥ Huckabees knows no bounds. And writing fic turned out to be kind of fun, if a little scary. Not that there will be more, because a) no time, and b) nobody's seen the movie yet. Although you're really only cheating yourselves there, because it's just that good. I mentioned it was really, really good, right?
Right.
And now I have a date with my laptop, the voices in my head, and ninety minutes of unintentional comedy gold. Don't wait up. Am very tired. Want nap before Miami, but I'm terrified I won't wake up in time. And that, my friends, is what pathetic looks like.
*I actually did read some of the articles I printed out for my paper. It's just the novel-writing that's being purposely neglected.