Fic: The Sacrifices We Make; Law and Order: CI; Alex Eames/Chief Moran; Finished
Another day, another case. This is how it goes, he fucks up and Alex Eames has to fix it. She loves her partner, despite his temper, even though he is being put on suspension yet again. By the looks of it, Moran is giving serious consideration to firing Bobby. She can't let that happen, even though she is the reason for her unrest the past two weeks. Hell, if she wants to be honest with herself, it's been the past seven years. She knows what she has to do to fix the predicament, Moran has made it quite clear what the terms are. She knocks on the door with a a shaking hand.
“It's open.”
The knob is cold against her clammy palm. She turns it and pushes the heavy oak door open. It squeaks and he looks up.
“Detective Eames.” His eyes are practically undressing her and he gives her a grin that makes her gut churn. “Close the door.”
No! Her brain screams as she turns and slowly closes it, her last chance at escape slipping away. The metal locks into place with a soft but audible snick. They're totally alone now.
“What can I do for you?”
“I know my partner is... has been hard understand as of late, but you have to know he has been burdened lately.”
He laughs. “Have you thought of your own burden, Alexandra?”
Her face twitches. “Excuse me, sir?”
“You can't tell me that Detective Goren isn't a burden to you.”
Anger burns through her. What the fuck does this prick know about burdens? “Detective Goren is my partner... A good cop.”
“And you don't want me to fire him.”
Not a question. It never was... She shakes her head. “I don't.”
Moran had been on her from day one. He wanted her, she was the perfect candidate for a woman to be on the arm of the Chief of Detectives. Alexandra Eames is a beautiful woman, poised, intelligent, and established, but he knows she will say no... Or will she?
“You know my offer.”
She closes her eyes and bites down on her lower lip. God, he better not fuck up again. “Ok.”
“Lock the door,” he instructs, smiling smugly. Finally.
She does as she is told, because, until he comes, she is his bitch.
“Get undressed.”
She slips her hand to the button up. He is smirking as his eyes take her in, her fingers shaking and fumbling with the tiny pearlesque buttons.
“Would you like some help?” he offers, his eyes sparkling with a sort of hungry malice.
“No.” She doesn't want to have him touch her until the last possible moment. She lays her shirt on the chair before opening the fastenings on her slacks.
He is standing now and she can see the bulge in his suit-pant.
Alex steps out of her boots and she immediately looses three inches. Her pants she lays on the chair, atop her pristine white shirt. Grey and white. She stands there in her nude satin bra and boy-shorts.
Moran moves around his desk. He delights in the way her tiny little frame trembles. “I've wanted you for so long,” he pants, reaching out to touch her breast. It is full and soft in his palm.
She takes a shuddering breath, willing herself not to vomit.
His thick, artless fingers undo her bra and he leans in, taking a pink nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and not in erotic way. It is greedy and pain lances through her breast causing her to whimper. He grins up at her.
“You like that?”
She closes her eyes and turns her face away.
He growls and pushes her to her knees. “Don't move, bitch.” He doesn't like being turned down. He moves back to his desk and pulls out some rope.
Her eyes grow wide with fear. No, no, no...
“You like playing games, doll?”
“It's... It's not as fun... If I-I can't touch you,” she rasps.
“Oh, but it is.”
She shakes her head. “No... It's...” She can feel the terror pounding through her. She can hear the creak of the meat hook as she moved to free herself. Bile rises up into her throat. “Please.” It's slips from her mouth before she can stop it.
“Don't you worry your pretty little head about a thing, Alexandra.”
He binds her wrists and her chest tightens immediately. Her guts are writhing like a goddamned pit of angry snakes. His lips brush along her temple in a faux-comforting gesture. He studies her, bound and on her knees before him. The sight makes him impossibly hard, His fingers undo his pants he steps forward.
“Open,” he growls.
She parts her lips and clenches her eyes shut.
His cock teases her lips and she fights the urge to turn her head. He smells terrible, rancid...
Alex tugs at her bonds, the rope burning against her flesh. She can hear Amanda's cries as Jo cuts through her flesh, the wet ripping sound it makes, the drops of blood as it hits the cold cement floor. She can't breathe, oh, she's next...
He pushes into her mouth, the head of him hitting the back of her throat. She gags.
“Don't bite,” he warns, a gently, a softly. A deadly warning, a poisonous lullaby.
She nods obediently.
He pumps into her mouth. Fuck, she can't fucking breathe, between his disgusting scent and taste and the terror brought on by PTSD. He isn't wearing a condom and she can taste everything, can feel the ridges and bumps along his penis. She doesn't want to feel him as he slides past her lips and along her tongue, he makes her gag.
The hand that is fisting her hair pushes her further onto his cock and she chokes, tears slipping down her cheeks. Alex fights desperately against the binds. The ropes burn her, cut and sting. She feels blood trickling down her wrists and coating her palms.
“So close,” he groans, thrusting hard, the head of his cock continuously hitting the back of her throat.
Alex is choking and sobbing, it's getting harder to breathe because she knows he's going to kill her.
He spills into her throat and he's so far back there and she can't swallow so it drips down her chin and it falls onto her thighs, mixing with her tears.
“Good girl,” he breathes, pulling away.
She is shaking, sitting there, her eyes closed as she cries.
His hand wraps around his throat and she gasps, her eyes shooting open. His fingers massaging almost painfully.
“What are you doing?”
“I”m not done with you.”
“This isn't what we agreed to.”
His grip tightens and fear shoots to her gut.
“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do? Call your fuck-up of a partner?”
In that moment she hates him, she wants him to hurt as much as she hurts now.
“Please,” she begs.
“You want it?” he growls. “You want me to fuck you?”
She shakes her head. “This isn't what you said...”
“Do you want him to stay?”
No, she fucking hates him. “Yes.”
“Then let's fuck.”
Her head falls forward. “Ok,” she whispers.
He yanks her up and she stumbles forward, falling against his desk. Something is pushed into her and she cries out. Pain rips up her. She wonders if she is bleeding. Tears are falling thickly. She can hear him grunting softly as he shoves whatever it is into her.
“Take it, Alex.”
Her arms ache and her cunt burns from the object he is using to rape her with. It goes on for several minutes before he removes it and she hears a condom ripping open. He shoves into her and she aches. A sob rips from her throat.
“Nice and tight,” he gasps.
The edges of his desk dig into her thighs as he fucks her hard and fast. She doesn't even bother to try and hide her sobs anymore. She is nothing to either of these men to whom she has given herself to. She is worthless and might as well be dead. He comes with a groan and falls against her. She winces as his weight presses down on her and she feels every sharp thing pressing into her skin. After a bit, he gets off of her and undoes the rope. She staggers over to the chair and hurries to pull her clothes on.
“Don't worry, your partner is safe,” he smirks.
She nods, wipes her face of tears and leaves. She knows that this will probably happen again and she wonders if she'll be able to keep doing this for a man who doesn't even care. Not that he knows what happened behind that closed door and she never plans on telling him.
After cleaning herself as best as possible in the women's room she returns to her desk, the one across from her empty. All she can think is, he better not fuck this up, because if he does... She won't be able to save him anymore, she can't save him because there will be nothing left of her to give.
-Fin-