FIC: "Cuffed," Long Kiss Goodnight/SVU, NC17
Title: Cuffed
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: The Long Kiss Goodnight/Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Charly Baltimore/Olivia, Olivia/Alex
Word Count: 1,513
Category: Action, Drama
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the situations, and even those are highly derivative...
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Yet another "Long Kiss Goodnight" fic for greenovalfruit. Unbetaed, since I know you've been itching for this for a while and I didn't want to make you wait. Here it be, at long last! Hope you like it!
Summary: Completing a mission brings Charly face-to-face with the dedicated detectives of the New York City Special Victims Unit.
The brief life of the flame illuminated everything; the golden arch of her eyebrows, the harsh line of her lips and the tight cap of blonde hair hugging her skull. She puffed the cigarette to life and dropped the match. She narrowed her eyes and stared across the alley way. Had he seen her? Had he spotted the incongruous flare of light and now knew he was being watched?
She hoped so. She wanted him to sweat.
Do you know I'm out here? she asked mentally. Watching you? Waiting to take you out? Do you feel my crosshairs on your back when you're walking into the subway?
She knew he did. He hadn't left the apartment in over a day. He had to know she was closing in.
She calmly checked the rifle before laying the barrel on the sill. She adjusted the aim ever-so-slightly, breathed out and gently squeezed the trigger. The glass spider-webbed with a quiet 'crack.' The gun made a louder noise as she dropped it, walking calmly back towards the stairs.
The people upstairs, however, weren't quite as calm. Running footsteps sent clouds of dust down onto her. She didn't know if they were reacting to the shattering of the glass or the sound of the silenced gunshot, but she wasn't about to get caught here. She started running and hoped she would simply get lost in the confusion.
As she hit the stairs, she heard a voice from above shout, "Freeze!"
"Aw, shit," she muttered.
When she got an opportunity, she got off the stairs and started running across the barren floor. The cops behind her increased their pursuit and she heard them separate. They were flanking her, trying to surround her. "Police, freeze!" the man repeated.
She reached the window and pulled the revolver from her belt and fired at the window. "No!" the woman cop yelled.
"Olivia!" the man yelled.
A heavy weight slammed into Charly from behind and she was knocked to her knees. Powerful legs pinned her to the concrete floor and her arms were wrenched behind her back. "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..."
---
Charly was wearing her white t-shirt and black jeans, chain smoking for the past fifteen minutes, staring at whoever was on the other side of the two-way mirror. She considered taking off the t-shirt and sitting there topless for awhile, but decided it was too cold for that. Would be nice to see the look on that tasty little butch cop's face, though.
The door finally opened and the male cop said, "Put it out."
"Fuck your mother."
He shifted the chair to the other side of the table, directly across from Charly, and reached out to pluck the cigarette from her fingers. He smashed it into the ashtray as he sat down. "Now we can talk."
"I don't know how my smoking would keep you from speaking," Charly muttered.
He ignored her. "I'm Detective Stabler. This is my partner, Detective Benson." He looked up and smirked. "You two have met, right?"
Charly looked at Benson. She let her eyes run over the cop's body and she smiled before she turned back to Stabler.
"Impressive weapon you had there."
"Thanks. I'll be sure to tell the owner if I ever see him again."
"I think that's a little unlikely, don't you?" Benson asked. "Seeing as you used it to shoot him."
Charly shrugged. "I can't help it if cops aren't fans of poetic justice. Why am I even here?"
"You shot a man."
"Rodger Allan."
"Yes."
"I shot a pedophile, a child pornographer and a rapist. I killed him before you could arrest him. So? I got the thrill instead of some steroid junky in the state prison. He was sentenced to die no matter what happened. I just decided I wanted to be part of it."
Benson glanced at Stabler. "You're not denying it?"
"No."
"Well, this is a nice change of pace."
There was a knock on the two-way mirror and Charly smirked. "Uh-oh."
The detectives stood and left the room. She could hear their voices, muffled but there, through the wall. Suddenly, Stabler shouted, "That's bullshit, Captain!"
Charly stood and used her cuffed hands to pick up her jacket. She had it draped over her shoulders when Benson returned. "I'd like a ride to the 17th Street subway station, please."
"You killed a man in cold blood."
"For my country."
Benson stepped closer and lowered her voice. "That would imply you didn't like it."
"You tackled me for your job," Charly said. "Doesn't mean it didn't make you wet to sit on top of me and slap those cuffs on."
Benson blinked and Charly took advantage of her momentary disarming. "You handcuff your girlfriend, Detective Benson?" She bent down and breathed in Benson's ear. "Do it. The orgasm will be unbelievable." She curled her tongue over Benson's earlobe and smiled when she recoiled.
"Think of me when she's writhing underneath you."
She held her hands out and Benson unlocked the cuffs with a shaking hand. Charly slid the jacket over her shoulders and said, "It's been a pleasure wrecking your investigation. Saved the taxpayers a trial. You'd think people would be thanking me." She sighed and walked to the door.
"See you around, Olivia."
---
Charly had to wait three days. Her superiors were getting antsy, but she'd convinced them to let her stay in New York just two more days.
She watched as Olivia Benson's apartment door opened and deposited the two women. The tall, blonde with the glasses she recognized from the newspapers as ADA Alex Cabot. Olivia took Alex's coat - such a nice girlfriend - and offered her a beer from the fridge. Alex demurred and cupped Olivia's hip. They kissed, tender kisses that proved they had shared a bed more than twice, and Alex pressed Olivia against the kitchen island.
Maybe I was wrong, Charly thought. Maybe Olivia likes to be handcuffed. Maybe she takes it like a good little submissive dyke.
But no. Olivia turned Alex and started kissing her neck, whispering in her ear. Alex's trendy designer slacks came undone and Olivia's hand slipped inside. As Olivia fingered Alex, Charly unfastened her own jeans and mimicked her. Alex nodded once and they separated. The walk to the bedroom was quick, eager, and they started shedding clothes as soon as they crossed the threshold.
Charly stood and moved quickly to another vantage point. She could see the bed from the angle.
Alex lay prone on the bed and Olivia climbed over her. I knew she was a butch. Butch, dominating, take charge... She bit her lip and watched as Olivia raised Alex's arms over her head. The silver gleam of her cuffs was unmistakable as they closed around the headboard.
Olivia, in her bra and slacks, sat up and writhed on Alex's hips. Even from a distance, Charly could see her grinding, could see the reaction it caused in Alex. Olivia unhooked Alex's navy blue bra and parted the halves to expose her breasts. When she bent down, her shoulder blocked Charly's view and she cursed.
She waited patiently, watching Alex's face as Olivia worshipped her chest, and smiled when Olivia moved lower.
Alex moved her wrists up and down, apparently trying to find a weak spot in the handcuffs or the headboard, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her pants had been left at the foot of the bed and one bare, elegant leg rose and draped over Olivia's shoulder. As Olivia bowed her head, Alex's back went up. Her toes curled and Charly wondered what on earth Olivia could be doing to make that poor woman tremble like that...
Was there some kind of trick? A special move? She found herself consumed with the desire to find out.
Olivia's shoulders hunched and Alex's face tightened. From the steel rod her body had become, Charly knew Alex had just climaxed. Olivia abandoned her post and kissed her way up Alex's stomach. She covered Alex's body with her own and unfastened the handcuffs as they kissed.
Freed, Alex rolled Olivia over and pinned her to the mattress. Olivia broke the kiss and whispered something before she slipped from the bed. Alex lay back, naked and flushed, and watched Olivia go to the window.
Olivia stood, bare and unflinching, and grabbed the curtains. She looked directly at Charly for a moment and they exchanging understanding in an instant. Olivia knew she'd been there the entire time. Charly slipped her hand free of her slacks and nodded just once.
Olivia made no indication she'd seen it before she closed the curtains.
Charly straightened her clothes and walked away.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: The Long Kiss Goodnight/Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Charly Baltimore/Olivia, Olivia/Alex
Word Count: 1,513
Category: Action, Drama
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the situations, and even those are highly derivative...
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Yet another "Long Kiss Goodnight" fic for greenovalfruit. Unbetaed, since I know you've been itching for this for a while and I didn't want to make you wait. Here it be, at long last! Hope you like it!
Summary: Completing a mission brings Charly face-to-face with the dedicated detectives of the New York City Special Victims Unit.
The brief life of the flame illuminated everything; the golden arch of her eyebrows, the harsh line of her lips and the tight cap of blonde hair hugging her skull. She puffed the cigarette to life and dropped the match. She narrowed her eyes and stared across the alley way. Had he seen her? Had he spotted the incongruous flare of light and now knew he was being watched?
She hoped so. She wanted him to sweat.
Do you know I'm out here? she asked mentally. Watching you? Waiting to take you out? Do you feel my crosshairs on your back when you're walking into the subway?
She knew he did. He hadn't left the apartment in over a day. He had to know she was closing in.
She calmly checked the rifle before laying the barrel on the sill. She adjusted the aim ever-so-slightly, breathed out and gently squeezed the trigger. The glass spider-webbed with a quiet 'crack.' The gun made a louder noise as she dropped it, walking calmly back towards the stairs.
The people upstairs, however, weren't quite as calm. Running footsteps sent clouds of dust down onto her. She didn't know if they were reacting to the shattering of the glass or the sound of the silenced gunshot, but she wasn't about to get caught here. She started running and hoped she would simply get lost in the confusion.
As she hit the stairs, she heard a voice from above shout, "Freeze!"
"Aw, shit," she muttered.
When she got an opportunity, she got off the stairs and started running across the barren floor. The cops behind her increased their pursuit and she heard them separate. They were flanking her, trying to surround her. "Police, freeze!" the man repeated.
She reached the window and pulled the revolver from her belt and fired at the window. "No!" the woman cop yelled.
"Olivia!" the man yelled.
A heavy weight slammed into Charly from behind and she was knocked to her knees. Powerful legs pinned her to the concrete floor and her arms were wrenched behind her back. "You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..."
---
Charly was wearing her white t-shirt and black jeans, chain smoking for the past fifteen minutes, staring at whoever was on the other side of the two-way mirror. She considered taking off the t-shirt and sitting there topless for awhile, but decided it was too cold for that. Would be nice to see the look on that tasty little butch cop's face, though.
The door finally opened and the male cop said, "Put it out."
"Fuck your mother."
He shifted the chair to the other side of the table, directly across from Charly, and reached out to pluck the cigarette from her fingers. He smashed it into the ashtray as he sat down. "Now we can talk."
"I don't know how my smoking would keep you from speaking," Charly muttered.
He ignored her. "I'm Detective Stabler. This is my partner, Detective Benson." He looked up and smirked. "You two have met, right?"
Charly looked at Benson. She let her eyes run over the cop's body and she smiled before she turned back to Stabler.
"Impressive weapon you had there."
"Thanks. I'll be sure to tell the owner if I ever see him again."
"I think that's a little unlikely, don't you?" Benson asked. "Seeing as you used it to shoot him."
Charly shrugged. "I can't help it if cops aren't fans of poetic justice. Why am I even here?"
"You shot a man."
"Rodger Allan."
"Yes."
"I shot a pedophile, a child pornographer and a rapist. I killed him before you could arrest him. So? I got the thrill instead of some steroid junky in the state prison. He was sentenced to die no matter what happened. I just decided I wanted to be part of it."
Benson glanced at Stabler. "You're not denying it?"
"No."
"Well, this is a nice change of pace."
There was a knock on the two-way mirror and Charly smirked. "Uh-oh."
The detectives stood and left the room. She could hear their voices, muffled but there, through the wall. Suddenly, Stabler shouted, "That's bullshit, Captain!"
Charly stood and used her cuffed hands to pick up her jacket. She had it draped over her shoulders when Benson returned. "I'd like a ride to the 17th Street subway station, please."
"You killed a man in cold blood."
"For my country."
Benson stepped closer and lowered her voice. "That would imply you didn't like it."
"You tackled me for your job," Charly said. "Doesn't mean it didn't make you wet to sit on top of me and slap those cuffs on."
Benson blinked and Charly took advantage of her momentary disarming. "You handcuff your girlfriend, Detective Benson?" She bent down and breathed in Benson's ear. "Do it. The orgasm will be unbelievable." She curled her tongue over Benson's earlobe and smiled when she recoiled.
"Think of me when she's writhing underneath you."
She held her hands out and Benson unlocked the cuffs with a shaking hand. Charly slid the jacket over her shoulders and said, "It's been a pleasure wrecking your investigation. Saved the taxpayers a trial. You'd think people would be thanking me." She sighed and walked to the door.
"See you around, Olivia."
---
Charly had to wait three days. Her superiors were getting antsy, but she'd convinced them to let her stay in New York just two more days.
She watched as Olivia Benson's apartment door opened and deposited the two women. The tall, blonde with the glasses she recognized from the newspapers as ADA Alex Cabot. Olivia took Alex's coat - such a nice girlfriend - and offered her a beer from the fridge. Alex demurred and cupped Olivia's hip. They kissed, tender kisses that proved they had shared a bed more than twice, and Alex pressed Olivia against the kitchen island.
Maybe I was wrong, Charly thought. Maybe Olivia likes to be handcuffed. Maybe she takes it like a good little submissive dyke.
But no. Olivia turned Alex and started kissing her neck, whispering in her ear. Alex's trendy designer slacks came undone and Olivia's hand slipped inside. As Olivia fingered Alex, Charly unfastened her own jeans and mimicked her. Alex nodded once and they separated. The walk to the bedroom was quick, eager, and they started shedding clothes as soon as they crossed the threshold.
Charly stood and moved quickly to another vantage point. She could see the bed from the angle.
Alex lay prone on the bed and Olivia climbed over her. I knew she was a butch. Butch, dominating, take charge... She bit her lip and watched as Olivia raised Alex's arms over her head. The silver gleam of her cuffs was unmistakable as they closed around the headboard.
Olivia, in her bra and slacks, sat up and writhed on Alex's hips. Even from a distance, Charly could see her grinding, could see the reaction it caused in Alex. Olivia unhooked Alex's navy blue bra and parted the halves to expose her breasts. When she bent down, her shoulder blocked Charly's view and she cursed.
She waited patiently, watching Alex's face as Olivia worshipped her chest, and smiled when Olivia moved lower.
Alex moved her wrists up and down, apparently trying to find a weak spot in the handcuffs or the headboard, and her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Her pants had been left at the foot of the bed and one bare, elegant leg rose and draped over Olivia's shoulder. As Olivia bowed her head, Alex's back went up. Her toes curled and Charly wondered what on earth Olivia could be doing to make that poor woman tremble like that...
Was there some kind of trick? A special move? She found herself consumed with the desire to find out.
Olivia's shoulders hunched and Alex's face tightened. From the steel rod her body had become, Charly knew Alex had just climaxed. Olivia abandoned her post and kissed her way up Alex's stomach. She covered Alex's body with her own and unfastened the handcuffs as they kissed.
Freed, Alex rolled Olivia over and pinned her to the mattress. Olivia broke the kiss and whispered something before she slipped from the bed. Alex lay back, naked and flushed, and watched Olivia go to the window.
Olivia stood, bare and unflinching, and grabbed the curtains. She looked directly at Charly for a moment and they exchanging understanding in an instant. Olivia knew she'd been there the entire time. Charly slipped her hand free of her slacks and nodded just once.
Olivia made no indication she'd seen it before she closed the curtains.
Charly straightened her clothes and walked away.