First
TITLE: First
AUTHOR: J Stravinski
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
RATING: PG?
FEEDBACK: Much appreciated. Particularly to point out blatant errors.
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: For wrisomifu. Day 9, 13 mins, 251 words.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone who works for the special victims unit. Their creators are much more talented.
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"Do you remember your first?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
Olivia looks down at the body.
"Mine was ... it was night. Cold. It had been raining. Do you remember that, the little details? The weather, the light?"
"After, yeah. Before it's all a blur. But after, the way the sun tilted through the window, pouring golden light over the room. It was like time just froze, there was just me, and her, and the light, and this silence".
"I remember the noise," Olivia says. "It was outside, traffic and conversation, and the clicks of heels and the tick of the traffic lights, and somewhere in the distance, a siren. I thought that was ironic, I don't know why."
Elliot half laughs, "yeah".
"And after," Olivia continues, "your body still feels, you can feel it. The tension before, then bam, then it's all over, but you can still feel it, right down to your fingers. My heart was in my throat. My head was spinning. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I just kept looking at him."
Elliot's silent. "Look at us now," he says. "Did you ever think you'd end up here?"
This time Olivia laughs, humourlessly. "No."
She pauses, then, "how many since?"
Elliot ticks off his fingers, then shrugs, smiles a wry smile. "I don't know, I stopped counting after a few years. Then, you know. None after her."
Elliot doesn't ask Olivia.
They look down at the body.
"First kiss, eh. All of this over a kiss. What a waste."
AUTHOR: J Stravinski
FANDOM: Law & Order: SVU
RATING: PG?
FEEDBACK: Much appreciated. Particularly to point out blatant errors.
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: For wrisomifu. Day 9, 13 mins, 251 words.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone who works for the special victims unit. Their creators are much more talented.
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"Do you remember your first?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
Olivia looks down at the body.
"Mine was ... it was night. Cold. It had been raining. Do you remember that, the little details? The weather, the light?"
"After, yeah. Before it's all a blur. But after, the way the sun tilted through the window, pouring golden light over the room. It was like time just froze, there was just me, and her, and the light, and this silence".
"I remember the noise," Olivia says. "It was outside, traffic and conversation, and the clicks of heels and the tick of the traffic lights, and somewhere in the distance, a siren. I thought that was ironic, I don't know why."
Elliot half laughs, "yeah".
"And after," Olivia continues, "your body still feels, you can feel it. The tension before, then bam, then it's all over, but you can still feel it, right down to your fingers. My heart was in my throat. My head was spinning. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I just kept looking at him."
Elliot's silent. "Look at us now," he says. "Did you ever think you'd end up here?"
This time Olivia laughs, humourlessly. "No."
She pauses, then, "how many since?"
Elliot ticks off his fingers, then shrugs, smiles a wry smile. "I don't know, I stopped counting after a few years. Then, you know. None after her."
Elliot doesn't ask Olivia.
They look down at the body.
"First kiss, eh. All of this over a kiss. What a waste."