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This span off the fact that a few of the best Law and Order fics that I've read have span off from a 'five things,' prompt (ie 'Five Kisses,' 'Five things that never happened to Olivia Benson,'etc) So I thought I'd give it a go with five fighting themed drabbles. I did originally intend to write 10 of these, I may well go back and write some more because I'm not 100% happy with the last drabble as an end to the series.
Title: Five Fights
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 752
She was on her back. There was dirt in her hair.
Her fingers were cold against the rough ground. Her arm stuck in a pool of cloying red when she tried to move them. An oncoming siren wailed in sympathy for the pain in her shoulder and a firm hand and forceful mantra (No, no, no, sweetheart. Stay with me Alex) tried to hold the heat in.
She wanted to send out an answering scream into the night, but her lips wouldn’t move. All she could do was stare blankly and remember another time when that voice had called out sweetheart and asked her to stay.
Alex convulsed and struggled for her life. Olivia fought to breathe.
***
Olivia liked to fight with their new ADA. She liked to bend the rules slightly and push for the victims rights emphatically. She liked to watch Counsellor Cabot’s reaction.
The way her mouth formed around a precise retort, tongue tripping carefully over teeth.
The way her cheeks graciously betrayed a hint of color when Olivia used certain crime scene photographs to prove her point.
The way cool deliberation went out the window, replaced with overbearing hands on hips and a slightly strained silk shirt.
Olivia pushed for a fight whenever the opportunity arose. She liked to watch the way Counsellor Cabot’s skirt hitched up long legs as she indignantly strode away
***
She stopped heaping sugar into her coffee long enough to tease her partner,
“I can’t believe you drink that shit.”
Over the rim of a refined cup of herbal tea, steel eyes gazed back unapologetically,
“And I can’t believe you drink that sludge, so I guess we’re even.”
“How else do you think I stay awake and able to deal with Elliot, Fin and Munch all day? All that does is make you smell like a fruit.”
The eyes glinted and accepted the challenge. A confident smirk gave the air of someone who was unaccustomed to losing an argument,
“ Herbal tea has a proven medicinal value. Coffee on the other hand just produces over caffeinated, trigger happy…”
The, doubtless masterful, summation was interrupted mid flow by an affectionate brush of coffee tinged lips. Blue eyes scrunched shut and her nose wrinkled at the bitter taste
“What was that for?”
“To get you to shut up.”
***
Alex didn’t like it when Olivia was quiet.
It made sense, Alex was a lawyer, she dealt in brilliant sentences and occupied a world of complex rhetoric. Olivia, on the other hand, lived and breathed in the pauses (the actions, the smiles, the tiny gestures) between words.
Solemn silence scared Alex, the space made the emptiness between them palpable
Of course, being Alex, she dealt with the quiet just as any other enemy, fighting it through a complex series of attacks. First there was the pretentious background jazz that Olivia was positive she didn’t even like. Then came the vocally explicit sex, where words (fuck me) were almost as exciting as smooth white skin and long legs opened up. Now came the questions.
Alex seemed to think silence was a sign that Olivia was brooding. Maybe she was, maybe she just wanted some peace…
Sometimes Olivia wondered why she couldn’t break her dead calm and say the words (I love you) to Alex.
Other days Alex wondered why she was so scared to lose the control words gave her.
Most nights Olivia took perverse pleasure in reducing Alex to the silence, broken only by low moans and soft gasps, that she hated.
***
“This isn’t a big deal El. Not big enough for you to spit out your coffee, not big enough for you to squeal like one of your daughters and certainly not big enough for you to give me 20 questions on the how, where, when and why.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But tell me one thing - is it NOT a big deal that you’re fucking Cabot or that you’re in love with her?”
“For a guy who just found out 10 minutes ago you’re awfully confident with your assessment there.”
“Look Liv, just because you only told me 11 minutes ago doesn’t mean the entire squad room didn’t see this coming, lit up in neon lights, for about a year now.”
“Oh great, so we’re one of Munch’s conspiracy theories?”
“Hey, we’re all cops and we all have eyes. Didn’t take a whole lot of investigation…”
“Well thanks for warning me partner,”
“About the fucking?”
“No the falling in love…”
Title: Five Fights
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 752
She was on her back. There was dirt in her hair.
Her fingers were cold against the rough ground. Her arm stuck in a pool of cloying red when she tried to move them. An oncoming siren wailed in sympathy for the pain in her shoulder and a firm hand and forceful mantra (No, no, no, sweetheart. Stay with me Alex) tried to hold the heat in.
She wanted to send out an answering scream into the night, but her lips wouldn’t move. All she could do was stare blankly and remember another time when that voice had called out sweetheart and asked her to stay.
Alex convulsed and struggled for her life. Olivia fought to breathe.
***
Olivia liked to fight with their new ADA. She liked to bend the rules slightly and push for the victims rights emphatically. She liked to watch Counsellor Cabot’s reaction.
The way her mouth formed around a precise retort, tongue tripping carefully over teeth.
The way her cheeks graciously betrayed a hint of color when Olivia used certain crime scene photographs to prove her point.
The way cool deliberation went out the window, replaced with overbearing hands on hips and a slightly strained silk shirt.
Olivia pushed for a fight whenever the opportunity arose. She liked to watch the way Counsellor Cabot’s skirt hitched up long legs as she indignantly strode away
***
She stopped heaping sugar into her coffee long enough to tease her partner,
“I can’t believe you drink that shit.”
Over the rim of a refined cup of herbal tea, steel eyes gazed back unapologetically,
“And I can’t believe you drink that sludge, so I guess we’re even.”
“How else do you think I stay awake and able to deal with Elliot, Fin and Munch all day? All that does is make you smell like a fruit.”
The eyes glinted and accepted the challenge. A confident smirk gave the air of someone who was unaccustomed to losing an argument,
“ Herbal tea has a proven medicinal value. Coffee on the other hand just produces over caffeinated, trigger happy…”
The, doubtless masterful, summation was interrupted mid flow by an affectionate brush of coffee tinged lips. Blue eyes scrunched shut and her nose wrinkled at the bitter taste
“What was that for?”
“To get you to shut up.”
***
Alex didn’t like it when Olivia was quiet.
It made sense, Alex was a lawyer, she dealt in brilliant sentences and occupied a world of complex rhetoric. Olivia, on the other hand, lived and breathed in the pauses (the actions, the smiles, the tiny gestures) between words.
Solemn silence scared Alex, the space made the emptiness between them palpable
Of course, being Alex, she dealt with the quiet just as any other enemy, fighting it through a complex series of attacks. First there was the pretentious background jazz that Olivia was positive she didn’t even like. Then came the vocally explicit sex, where words (fuck me) were almost as exciting as smooth white skin and long legs opened up. Now came the questions.
Alex seemed to think silence was a sign that Olivia was brooding. Maybe she was, maybe she just wanted some peace…
Sometimes Olivia wondered why she couldn’t break her dead calm and say the words (I love you) to Alex.
Other days Alex wondered why she was so scared to lose the control words gave her.
Most nights Olivia took perverse pleasure in reducing Alex to the silence, broken only by low moans and soft gasps, that she hated.
***
“This isn’t a big deal El. Not big enough for you to spit out your coffee, not big enough for you to squeal like one of your daughters and certainly not big enough for you to give me 20 questions on the how, where, when and why.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But tell me one thing - is it NOT a big deal that you’re fucking Cabot or that you’re in love with her?”
“For a guy who just found out 10 minutes ago you’re awfully confident with your assessment there.”
“Look Liv, just because you only told me 11 minutes ago doesn’t mean the entire squad room didn’t see this coming, lit up in neon lights, for about a year now.”
“Oh great, so we’re one of Munch’s conspiracy theories?”
“Hey, we’re all cops and we all have eyes. Didn’t take a whole lot of investigation…”
“Well thanks for warning me partner,”
“About the fucking?”
“No the falling in love…”