SVU, C/O, The Rain Isn't To Blame
Title: The Rain Isn't To Blame
Author: lowbatterie , archived @ substitute_ego
Prompt: Challenge #174; anticipation @ femslash100
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
( It took Casey a long time to ask Olivia out. )
Note: I write first, then edit for communities/whittle it down to 100, 200 words exactly, etc. What's below is the original before being pared down to meet the community's standards. Nothing wrong with it, and mostly the same, but a dash longer.
It took Casey a long time to build up the nerve to ask Olivia out. I mean, we’re talking at least a year. But hey, she finally choked it out as the detective was exiting her office and instead of turning around with a disgusted look on her face she found surprise evident in her risen brows and that stupid lopsided smile that made her knees all wobbly and jello-y aimed right at her, with a “Yes, I’d love to,” rolling off those lips.
And if there was one thing Olivia Benson was good at, it was making Casey wait.
So, now they were coming back from a fantastic dinner at a small restaurant where Casey knew the manager and she was walking extra carefully down the hallway because she may or may not have imbibed a little too much wine. Olivia insisted on making sure she got in all right, all the way to the door. Casey turned around with the key in the lock and Olivia was right there and leaning in with her hand on the doorframe-
Oh, God, oh GodohGodohGod- is she gonna kiss me? What’s she doing? She’s just staring at me like she’s waiting on something- c’mon, Liv, kiss me, kiss me already!
Liv laughed, a low, purring sound that made Casey shiver and swallow hard before squeaking out a breathy, “Well?”
A grin pulled at Olivia’s lips. “I just like to see you shiver with antici…” Casey leaned in, hopeful eyes and heart in her throat, “pation.”
Casey fell back with a thud against her door, Olivia Benson molded right up against her with no intention of letting those sweet lips go any time soon.
Author: lowbatterie , archived @ substitute_ego
Prompt: Challenge #174; anticipation @ femslash100
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Casey/Olivia
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
( It took Casey a long time to ask Olivia out. )
Note: I write first, then edit for communities/whittle it down to 100, 200 words exactly, etc. What's below is the original before being pared down to meet the community's standards. Nothing wrong with it, and mostly the same, but a dash longer.
It took Casey a long time to build up the nerve to ask Olivia out. I mean, we’re talking at least a year. But hey, she finally choked it out as the detective was exiting her office and instead of turning around with a disgusted look on her face she found surprise evident in her risen brows and that stupid lopsided smile that made her knees all wobbly and jello-y aimed right at her, with a “Yes, I’d love to,” rolling off those lips.
And if there was one thing Olivia Benson was good at, it was making Casey wait.
So, now they were coming back from a fantastic dinner at a small restaurant where Casey knew the manager and she was walking extra carefully down the hallway because she may or may not have imbibed a little too much wine. Olivia insisted on making sure she got in all right, all the way to the door. Casey turned around with the key in the lock and Olivia was right there and leaning in with her hand on the doorframe-
Oh, God, oh GodohGodohGod- is she gonna kiss me? What’s she doing? She’s just staring at me like she’s waiting on something- c’mon, Liv, kiss me, kiss me already!
Liv laughed, a low, purring sound that made Casey shiver and swallow hard before squeaking out a breathy, “Well?”
A grin pulled at Olivia’s lips. “I just like to see you shiver with antici…” Casey leaned in, hopeful eyes and heart in her throat, “pation.”
Casey fell back with a thud against her door, Olivia Benson molded right up against her with no intention of letting those sweet lips go any time soon.