Challenge #39 - a/o smut
Title: Concentration
Author: giantessmess
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
A/N: crossposted to femslash100 & alex_liv_lovers
You think it’s unnatural that all that strutting around, never resting, doesn’t screw with her body-clock more.
“Don’t you want to sleep, Liv?”
Olivia is already peeling off her second-skin. You threatened her never to wear that top when she testified. You could tell just by the straining, which bra she was wearing.
“You knew it would ruin my concentration.”
“It was clean, ok?”
You sigh. “And you’re working early.”
She was biting her lip, climbing under the covers, “Screw work.”
“Screw you,” you mutter. “You missed dinner.”
“What, that take-out in the fridge?” She plays her fingers all the way under the blanket, and sniggers appreciatively. “So you weren’t waiting up?” she traces your entrance, you nudge her away with your knee, which just makes her laugh, and pull you on top of her, tangling the covers in your legs.
“I’m still angry.”
Olivia is caressing your breasts, “Hmmm. Pissed-off girlfriend waits naked for her lover?” You shove her off, and she kisses your stomach, your pelvis.
“I thought you’d abandoned me for the….god…the crib….”
Her tongue always manages to undo you. You arch back, and feel her lips, then her fingers.
“Honestly….you can’t just…” You struggle to form a sentence, and she sucks down hard.
You know she’s smirking, when she kisses your cheek, and brings the covers back over you.
“There’s something, right now,” you manage. “You’ve got something you’re not telling me.”
“God, Alex. Yes, you caught me,” she snorts. “I’m having an affair with Elliot.”
Author: giantessmess
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
A/N: crossposted to femslash100 & alex_liv_lovers
You think it’s unnatural that all that strutting around, never resting, doesn’t screw with her body-clock more.
“Don’t you want to sleep, Liv?”
Olivia is already peeling off her second-skin. You threatened her never to wear that top when she testified. You could tell just by the straining, which bra she was wearing.
“You knew it would ruin my concentration.”
“It was clean, ok?”
You sigh. “And you’re working early.”
She was biting her lip, climbing under the covers, “Screw work.”
“Screw you,” you mutter. “You missed dinner.”
“What, that take-out in the fridge?” She plays her fingers all the way under the blanket, and sniggers appreciatively. “So you weren’t waiting up?” she traces your entrance, you nudge her away with your knee, which just makes her laugh, and pull you on top of her, tangling the covers in your legs.
“I’m still angry.”
Olivia is caressing your breasts, “Hmmm. Pissed-off girlfriend waits naked for her lover?” You shove her off, and she kisses your stomach, your pelvis.
“I thought you’d abandoned me for the….god…the crib….”
Her tongue always manages to undo you. You arch back, and feel her lips, then her fingers.
“Honestly….you can’t just…” You struggle to form a sentence, and she sucks down hard.
You know she’s smirking, when she kisses your cheek, and brings the covers back over you.
“There’s something, right now,” you manage. “You’ve got something you’re not telling me.”
“God, Alex. Yes, you caught me,” she snorts. “I’m having an affair with Elliot.”