The Apartment
Title: The Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 1/?
A/N: A series of vignettes moving in chronological order of our favorite detective and ADA. Idea is shamelessly stolen from mldrgrl. Sorry. Written from different points of view, which was actually my idea, so that this story wouldn't be like, totally plagarizing off mldrgrl. Let me know if I should continue.
The Couch’s POV-First Day
Olivia pushed the box, gritting her teeth against the squeaking sound it made against the new hardwood floors. “That had better be the last box.”
Alex smiled benevolently at her girlfriend. “Yes. The last box. Oh, when you’re done, there’s one last thing.”
Olivia groaned. “Kill me now.”
“One more, and then we’re done.” Alex pulled at the detective, dragging her into the living room. “The couch is off.” I tried to squeak in protest. I was not off anything. In fact, I matched the rug.
Olivia tilted her head to one side. “It matches the rug.” Bitch. I’m not an it. I’m a she. But at least she agreed with me. I match the rug, end of story.
“The rug is off too.” Oh right. When all else fails, blame the furniture.
“The rug matches the coffee table.”
“The coffee table is crooked.”
“That’s not ‘one more.’ That’s three more.”
“And the loveseat.”
“That’s four!” Olivia drew the back of her palm against her forehead, wiping away sweat, and plucked at her white shirt, trying to cool off. I like white. I’m white too. The bitch is forgiven.
“No, it’s one. We’re rearranging the living room,” Alex used her puppy-dog eyes. The same eyes she used to persuade the bitch…I mean detective, to buy me. And, according to the rug and coffee table, the same eyes she used to get them bought. Hmm. Wonder if it means anything.
“Fine. Where do you want it?”
Twenty minutes later, I had been moved twice, Coffee Table had been moved three times, and poor Rug had been turned the other way. We were now facing his butt, which looked exactly like his head. What did you expect? It’s a rug. Even with all the turning, I think I was still crooked. Olivia noticed, not that she said anything, for fear of having to move me again.
The detective was laying on me, dripping sweat onto my new leather lining. The lawyer seemed to be in shock. “It’s our couch, Liv. Not your couch, not my couch, it’s our couch. Our couch.”
Olivia glanced at Alex’s wide-eyed stare, and giggled. “You better not go into the kitchen. You’ll see our stove, our toaster, our pots and pans, just like you’re sitting on our couch.” I take it back. She’s a bitch again. How dare you put me in the same sentence as pots and pans?
The attorney seemed to be in shock, but it didn’t stop her from planting a kiss on the very sweaty detective. “Maybe we should christen our couch.” Wait. Did she say what I think she said? HELL YEAH!!!
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Candle’s POV-One Month
My favorite blond had decided to take a bubble bath. What’s even better is that she turned off the lights and used me and a bunch of my relatives instead, which was very nice. We hadn’t seen the outside of that stupid cupboard in a month.
A loud explicative came from the living room. “Fuck!” The attorney glanced up from the book she was reading as Olivia came in. “Stubbed my toe,” she explained, waving at her sock covered foot. Her sock waved at me. I flickered back.
Alex frowned at me. Uh oh. “These candles flicker quite a bit.”
Olivia laughed. “They’re intimidated by my hotness.” Oh please. I could totally outshine her anytime. I mean, look at this high-quality wax I’m made of! It doesn’t get any better than this.
Apparently, Alex didn’t think so, because she gave Olivia a kiss, instead of me. “How was work?”
“Horrible. We needed a warrant, but our ADA said we didn’t have enough evidence.”
“You didn’t have enough,” the blond pouted.
“No more work talk, okay?” Alex nodded vigorously as Olivia began to strip, and joined her in the overlarge Jacuzzi tub.
“You look beautiful by candlelight. You skin…glows,” Alex murmured.
“Maybe we should get rid of the electricity then.” That’s right. Get rid of that no-good-wanna-be-candle imposter. “Including that chandelier in the dining room.” Yeah! This detective rocks. It is common knowledge that all candles hate chandeliers.
“Hmm.” Alex gently kissed her lover’s shoulder. “Comfortable?”
“Perfect. Not tired of me yet?” joked Olivia.
“Never.” As they kissed, I flickered, casting a romantic glow on their loving embrace.
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Bed’s POV-Two Months
“Did you finish your DD-5?” gasped Alex.
Olivia looked up from between Alex’s naked thighs, shifting her weight and making my springs squeak. She rubbed her cheek against the soft white skin, planting kisses along its length. “Why are you thinking about this now?”
“Because if you don’t get it done, I won’t be able to file my motion. And I’m dealing with Petrovsky.“
“Why are you think about Petrovsky while I’m trying to make you come so hard that you see stars?” Hmm. This detective lady’s witty. Now, if she didn’t keep stealing my covers at night, I’d like her even more. It’s too bad Couch thinks she’s a bitch.
“What did you put?”
Olivia sighed, moved out of Alex’s legs and rolled to the side. “I put ‘Cragen, my girlfriend thinks this DD-5 is more important than our sex life, so this had better be good enough.’”
“I just wanted to know.”
“Now?”
Alex whimpered. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Here, give me a kiss.” Olivia obliged, digging her elbow into my mattress to support herself, which hurt, by the way. Alex pressed kisses all over her face, and Olivia smiled, reaching a hand down to trace nonsensical patterns on her girlfriend’s toned stomach. “You know I love you, right?”
“How much?”
“More than you’ll ever know.”
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