Challege 111
Title: She Sleeps Like the (Un)Dead
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey Novak/Olivia Benson
Rating: PG for language. (One word, people.)
Word count: 250.
Prompt: Challenge 111 - Zombie
Notes: Haven’t been a good poster, and for that I apologize. I’ll be gettin’ right on that writin’ business! Enjoy. (X-posted to casey_olivia .)
Casey yawned turned over on the comfortable bed, having slapped off the alarm. She nudged the lump next to her, the curse-mumbling mass shifting under a soft comforter.
“Mornin’, Liv.”
A low, displeased grunt came from under a pillow. Casey arched a brow at the response.
“Well, you’re the one that insisted I wear the green dress; and you’re the one that ripped it off of me last night. You of all people should be used to little sleep.”
Groan. “Yeah. I know.”
A smile tugged at the attorney’s lips and she kissed the head that appeared, slipping away. “C’mon, it’s already ten ‘til eight.”
“Shit,” the detective mumbled, still unable to rouse herself. She heard the ADA’s movements, and smiled at the thought of her little homemaker. She could be ready in less than five minutes, right? More sleep. Need. Sleep. Zzz.
At two ‘til eight, Casey glanced into the bedroom, snorting at Liv’s still prostrate figure. She crossed the room, the dip in the mattress signaling an arm to blindly search for her waist. “You really need to get up, Olivia.”
“What I need is caffeine, preferably intravenously.”
“You’re impossible in the morning,” she complained, fingers lifting that chin so Liv’s nose could sniff the air.
“No, I’m just a zombie until I get my coff-- is that French Roast?”
“Colombian,” Casey replied, smirking lightly.
The Detective was suddenly mobile, kissing a fair cheek and taking the mug greedily. “I love you.”
“I know. Love you too, Zombie-Woman.”
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey Novak/Olivia Benson
Rating: PG for language. (One word, people.)
Word count: 250.
Prompt: Challenge 111 - Zombie
Notes: Haven’t been a good poster, and for that I apologize. I’ll be gettin’ right on that writin’ business! Enjoy. (X-posted to casey_olivia .)
Casey yawned turned over on the comfortable bed, having slapped off the alarm. She nudged the lump next to her, the curse-mumbling mass shifting under a soft comforter.
“Mornin’, Liv.”
A low, displeased grunt came from under a pillow. Casey arched a brow at the response.
“Well, you’re the one that insisted I wear the green dress; and you’re the one that ripped it off of me last night. You of all people should be used to little sleep.”
Groan. “Yeah. I know.”
A smile tugged at the attorney’s lips and she kissed the head that appeared, slipping away. “C’mon, it’s already ten ‘til eight.”
“Shit,” the detective mumbled, still unable to rouse herself. She heard the ADA’s movements, and smiled at the thought of her little homemaker. She could be ready in less than five minutes, right? More sleep. Need. Sleep. Zzz.
At two ‘til eight, Casey glanced into the bedroom, snorting at Liv’s still prostrate figure. She crossed the room, the dip in the mattress signaling an arm to blindly search for her waist. “You really need to get up, Olivia.”
“What I need is caffeine, preferably intravenously.”
“You’re impossible in the morning,” she complained, fingers lifting that chin so Liv’s nose could sniff the air.
“No, I’m just a zombie until I get my coff-- is that French Roast?”
“Colombian,” Casey replied, smirking lightly.
The Detective was suddenly mobile, kissing a fair cheek and taking the mug greedily. “I love you.”
“I know. Love you too, Zombie-Woman.”