Moments In Time
Alrighty. The end of a journey, perhaps. This set of Moments in Time represent a nice round number of 200. Which astounds me. And while I'll continue to dabble in drabbles (come on over to lawandorder100, we need more SVU writers!), I also want to try my hand at longer fic (like one of my first attempts here. /end self-pimping ;) ) rather than drabbles. So this is probably the last batch, at least for a long while.
I have loved writing them and thanks for all the comments and support along the way!
Links to the complete set:
1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50
51-60, 61-70, 71-80, 81-90, 91-100
101-110, 111-120, 121-130, 131-140, 141-150
151-160, 161-170, 171-180, 181-190
And this one: 191-200
xposted to aoshippers
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Attractively Confident
Alex wasn't that surprised when she caught Detective Benson checking her out, and not all that subtly, either. She watched the detective's eyes appreciatively roam slowly up her body, over her hips, her breasts, her face, their eyes finally meeting.
But then she was surprised. For usually when she catches someone so blatantly checking her out, that person has the good decency to be embarrassed and look away, maybe even blush. But not Olivia. Olivia just met her eyes and held them, an attractively confident expression on her face.
And it was Alex that ended up looking away and blushing.
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Dems Fightin' Words
"I'm not wearing that."
"Olivia, please. Yes, it's a little silly, but sometimes at the country club, mom likes to dress...."
"I'm not wearing that," Olivia repeated firmly.
Alex sighed, "I know it's not really your style, but..."
"'Not my style'?! I'll look like a girl!"
"You are a girl," Alex reasoned.
"No, I mean like a girly girl."
Alex crossed her arms, "I'll be wearing practically the same thing, Olivia, does that mean I'll look like a girly girl?"
"That's different."
"How is that different?"
Olivia tried to suppress her mischievous smile, "Well, because you *are* a girly girl!"
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No-Knock Warrant
It meant they'd go in with guns drawn and armored in Kevlar. It meant they'd go in not knowing exactly what they were going to face. It meant danger.
And every time they asked for one she had to fight against the instinct to deny their request for that very reason. The danger.
Because she knew they needed to do their job despite that danger. And despite her fears.
So she focused on not holding on too tight as she handed over the innocent looking piece of paper, looking into the brunette's eyes. Be safe. Be careful. "Good luck, Detective."
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One Night
Elliot arrived at 8:00 am sharp as promised. Olivia wouldn't meet his eyes as she let him in.
He stood by the door as the two women finished getting ready. He observed the hotel room, noting that the bed appeared to have had two occupants.
He smiled to himself, happy for them. They deserved a night together.
Alex came out of the bathroom and before she, too, could avert her eyes, he noticed just how red they were, the kind of red that results from crying.
His smile faded. Because they deserved so much more than a single night together.
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Falling Back Asleep
Alex silenced the alarm before spooning back up behind the body next to her. "Morning," she whispered.
There was a brief silence then, "I had a nightmare last night."
Alex hugged Olivia tighter, "I know, I remember. How are you feeling?"
Olivia's response seemed like a non-sequitur, "I fell back asleep." Olivia rolled over so she was facing Alex before repeating, "I had a nightmare and I fell back asleep."
Alex frowned slightly, knowing she was missing something.
"I don't fall back asleep after nightmares," Olivia quietly tried to explain, "At least I never have before..." ...last night. Before you.
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Plan D
Plans A, B, and C had all failed. They seemed no closer to a decision.
Which brought her to Plan D. She walked over to Alex, took her face in her hands and kissed her deeply, effectively silencing her running monologue. Then she spoke, "Sweetie, I love you. I love that we're decorating an apartment together. But if you don't choose between," Olivia grabbed and read the names of the four paint chips Alex had been contemplating for 52 minutes, "Peach Blossom, Blushing, Avid Apricot, and Champagne, and choose *right now*, I'm going to have to kill one of us."
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A New Emotion
"Olivia, you've been checking your watch every two seconds. What's going on?"
Olivia sighed, there was no point trying to hide it, "I have a date tonight."
"Cabot?" Elliot asked cautiously.
Olivia bit her lip, an attempt to keep her smile at bay, and nodded.
A slow smile spread over Elliot's face, "Why Detective Benson, I do believe you're giddy."
Any hint of Olivia's smile vanished, "I am *not*."
"Yes you are."
Olivia shook her head, "Elliot, I don't *get* giddy."
Elliot leaned in conspiratorially, "No. It's just that you've never been giddy before. But, trust me, over Cabot: giddy."
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Nightlight
I remember when I was a kid, every Christmas, one of my gifts was a new nightlight. It was just a silly little thing that somehow became a tradition. Even as I got older, every year, I still got a new nightlight.
I was going to tell you; tell you that had to get me one, that it was tradition. I know you would have laughed. But you would also have gotten me one. Probably something naughty...
...God, I wish we could have had just one Christmas together. And I wish I had that nightlight.
It's so dark here, baby.
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Baking Brownies
Olivia set the timer on the oven.
Alex frowned, "It only takes 9 minutes to bake brownies?"
"Yep."
Alex picked up the brownie mix box. "It says here 18 minutes."
"That's assuming you want them fully cooked."
Alex's frown deepened.
Olivia pulled two spoons out of the silverware drawer and approached the confused attorney, "Brownies were meant to be eaten warm, gooey, and with a spoon."
Alex looked at her skeptically, "I don't recall my mother ever saying that when she was baking brownies for me."
Olivia leaned in and placed her lips against Alex's, "Sweetie, I'm not your mother."
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Just Like The First Time
Their hands brushing. The jolt that shot through them. Their eyes darting to meet. That spark of mutual recognition.
Just like the first time. A lifetime ago.
Had it really been seven years?
They looked away, cleared their throats. Alex took the beer Elliot had offered. Olivia took the next. They rejoined the conversation at their table.
But they both felt it. Just like the first time.
And it was unlike anything they'd felt since their awkward reunion. Since Alex's return and the ensuing silence. Since Emily. Since the shooting.
It was tempered with experience.
But it was there.
Hope.
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I have loved writing them and thanks for all the comments and support along the way!
Links to the complete set:
1-10, 11-20, 21-30, 31-40, 41-50
51-60, 61-70, 71-80, 81-90, 91-100
101-110, 111-120, 121-130, 131-140, 141-150
151-160, 161-170, 171-180, 181-190
And this one: 191-200
xposted to aoshippers
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Attractively Confident
Alex wasn't that surprised when she caught Detective Benson checking her out, and not all that subtly, either. She watched the detective's eyes appreciatively roam slowly up her body, over her hips, her breasts, her face, their eyes finally meeting.
But then she was surprised. For usually when she catches someone so blatantly checking her out, that person has the good decency to be embarrassed and look away, maybe even blush. But not Olivia. Olivia just met her eyes and held them, an attractively confident expression on her face.
And it was Alex that ended up looking away and blushing.
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Dems Fightin' Words
"I'm not wearing that."
"Olivia, please. Yes, it's a little silly, but sometimes at the country club, mom likes to dress...."
"I'm not wearing that," Olivia repeated firmly.
Alex sighed, "I know it's not really your style, but..."
"'Not my style'?! I'll look like a girl!"
"You are a girl," Alex reasoned.
"No, I mean like a girly girl."
Alex crossed her arms, "I'll be wearing practically the same thing, Olivia, does that mean I'll look like a girly girl?"
"That's different."
"How is that different?"
Olivia tried to suppress her mischievous smile, "Well, because you *are* a girly girl!"
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No-Knock Warrant
It meant they'd go in with guns drawn and armored in Kevlar. It meant they'd go in not knowing exactly what they were going to face. It meant danger.
And every time they asked for one she had to fight against the instinct to deny their request for that very reason. The danger.
Because she knew they needed to do their job despite that danger. And despite her fears.
So she focused on not holding on too tight as she handed over the innocent looking piece of paper, looking into the brunette's eyes. Be safe. Be careful. "Good luck, Detective."
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One Night
Elliot arrived at 8:00 am sharp as promised. Olivia wouldn't meet his eyes as she let him in.
He stood by the door as the two women finished getting ready. He observed the hotel room, noting that the bed appeared to have had two occupants.
He smiled to himself, happy for them. They deserved a night together.
Alex came out of the bathroom and before she, too, could avert her eyes, he noticed just how red they were, the kind of red that results from crying.
His smile faded. Because they deserved so much more than a single night together.
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Falling Back Asleep
Alex silenced the alarm before spooning back up behind the body next to her. "Morning," she whispered.
There was a brief silence then, "I had a nightmare last night."
Alex hugged Olivia tighter, "I know, I remember. How are you feeling?"
Olivia's response seemed like a non-sequitur, "I fell back asleep." Olivia rolled over so she was facing Alex before repeating, "I had a nightmare and I fell back asleep."
Alex frowned slightly, knowing she was missing something.
"I don't fall back asleep after nightmares," Olivia quietly tried to explain, "At least I never have before..." ...last night. Before you.
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Plan D
Plans A, B, and C had all failed. They seemed no closer to a decision.
Which brought her to Plan D. She walked over to Alex, took her face in her hands and kissed her deeply, effectively silencing her running monologue. Then she spoke, "Sweetie, I love you. I love that we're decorating an apartment together. But if you don't choose between," Olivia grabbed and read the names of the four paint chips Alex had been contemplating for 52 minutes, "Peach Blossom, Blushing, Avid Apricot, and Champagne, and choose *right now*, I'm going to have to kill one of us."
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A New Emotion
"Olivia, you've been checking your watch every two seconds. What's going on?"
Olivia sighed, there was no point trying to hide it, "I have a date tonight."
"Cabot?" Elliot asked cautiously.
Olivia bit her lip, an attempt to keep her smile at bay, and nodded.
A slow smile spread over Elliot's face, "Why Detective Benson, I do believe you're giddy."
Any hint of Olivia's smile vanished, "I am *not*."
"Yes you are."
Olivia shook her head, "Elliot, I don't *get* giddy."
Elliot leaned in conspiratorially, "No. It's just that you've never been giddy before. But, trust me, over Cabot: giddy."
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Nightlight
I remember when I was a kid, every Christmas, one of my gifts was a new nightlight. It was just a silly little thing that somehow became a tradition. Even as I got older, every year, I still got a new nightlight.
I was going to tell you; tell you that had to get me one, that it was tradition. I know you would have laughed. But you would also have gotten me one. Probably something naughty...
...God, I wish we could have had just one Christmas together. And I wish I had that nightlight.
It's so dark here, baby.
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Baking Brownies
Olivia set the timer on the oven.
Alex frowned, "It only takes 9 minutes to bake brownies?"
"Yep."
Alex picked up the brownie mix box. "It says here 18 minutes."
"That's assuming you want them fully cooked."
Alex's frown deepened.
Olivia pulled two spoons out of the silverware drawer and approached the confused attorney, "Brownies were meant to be eaten warm, gooey, and with a spoon."
Alex looked at her skeptically, "I don't recall my mother ever saying that when she was baking brownies for me."
Olivia leaned in and placed her lips against Alex's, "Sweetie, I'm not your mother."
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Just Like The First Time
Their hands brushing. The jolt that shot through them. Their eyes darting to meet. That spark of mutual recognition.
Just like the first time. A lifetime ago.
Had it really been seven years?
They looked away, cleared their throats. Alex took the beer Elliot had offered. Olivia took the next. They rejoined the conversation at their table.
But they both felt it. Just like the first time.
And it was unlike anything they'd felt since their awkward reunion. Since Alex's return and the ensuing silence. Since Emily. Since the shooting.
It was tempered with experience.
But it was there.
Hope.
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