Cold Comfort
Title: Cold Comfort
Author: toxic_shadow
Fandom: Law and Order: CI
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Morasca, Eames, Random Perp
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama/AU
Warnings: Smut! Filthy dirty smut! Very very very slight spoiler for Renewal.
Description: He was consumed with rage and at his breaking point. With no options left, his partner had called the one person who could stop him. But when she took him home and took away his liquor, she forced his hand.
Author's Note: Written before Renewal, all speculation based on the teaser. BIRTHDAY FIC FOR cujo8705.
Cold Comfort
Let not Light see my black and deep desires - William Shakespeare, MacBeth
“What did you think was gonna happen? Huh?!” He felt his finger tighten on the trigger and common sense fly out the window in his rage. He’d dated the woman for a few months a while back and when she was dead on the 6 o’clock news he began to lose it. Now he had the man responsible by the neck, his service weapon pressed into the murderer’s temple.
“Logan!” His temporary partner skidded around the corner to a halt, blonde hair swaying with her short figure.
“Where’s the girl, Eames?” He growled, dangerously close to pulling the trigger. “I said, where’s his partner?!”
“Patrol has her in custody. Let him go, Logan.” Eames began to inch closer, voice stern. She couldn’t wait much longer for her phone call to come through.
His grip on the trigger - or the murderer - didn’t loosen, but rather, tightened as his scowl etched farther into his features. Seconds from pulling the trigger a familiar and panicked voice echoed through the alley and he froze.
“Mike! Stop, please. Let him go. Let Eames cuff him and mirandize him.”
Turning slowly, Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the woman Eames had called in to stop him. She’d gotten past because she had a badge just like they did. She was in jeans and a black NYPD t-shirt, gun holster around her waist and badge in hand.
“He’s not worth losing your badge and going to jail, Mike.” The bangs that fell around her strong features swayed in the wind, dancing over her emerald eyes that were pleading for a peaceful resolution.
“He killed a cop, Anna!” He was torn between rage and sensibility as his finger loosened on the trigger and his hand, his will, began to shake.
“An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.” She stepped closer toward him, clipping her badge on her holster as she went. Anna didn’t reach for her gun or even shift into a defensive position. “Go ahead, Mike. Shoot him. Do it. Right now. Shoot the son of a bitch.”
“Morasca!” Eames yelled, gun in hand. So much for that plan, she thought to herself.
“Prove everyone right. Show them how hot-tempered and dangerous you are. Prove them all correct. Ryan, Stephen, the Chief of D’s, Ross, the other hundreds of cops who think you’re a promiscuous time bomb. Go ahead, Mike. Do it.” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she got within a few feet of them both.
“Anna…” He groaned and yelled as he swiftly pulled his gun back and threw the suspect to the ground at Anna’s feet before pacing.
“Eames!” She planted a foot firmly on the man’s chest to keep him from going anywhere while the blonde detective ran over and cuffed, mirandized, and took the suspect away. Anna watched Mike worriedly as he planted his back against the alley wall and sunk to the ground. “Mike…”
“She called you to baby sit me?” He asked quietly, holstering his gun before staring numbly at his hands.
“Alex called me because you were getting too involved in the case and you were becoming a liability.” She knelt in front of him and gently combed her fingers through his hair - she remembered that he liked it. “Come on, Mike. Let’s go home, okay? You need rest.”
“Sure. Whatever.” He stood and brushed past her, shoulders slumped as he went to her car waiting just past the squad cars. He didn’t answer anyone that called out to him, just slid into the passenger seat of Anna’s car and slammed the door with him.
As Anna got in and started the car, she bit her lip. He looked exhausted and worn inside and out, and as he rubbed his face she fought back tears. Anna started the car and drove them to his apartment - even if it was farther away than her own - and followed him up to his place.
Once they were inside she kicked off her shoes and made sure he did the same before gently guiding him past the fridge - and alcohol - and to his bedroom. He sat on the bed numbly, pulling at his socks while Anna took hers off and watched him sadly. “Come on, let’s get you into bed. You need to sleep.” She took his holster off and unloaded his weapon, then her own before storing those and their badges away. “Where are you going?”
“To get a beer. I need a drink.” Mike threw his coat on the floor and loosened his tie as he walked to the doorway. He paused and looked down. “Anna, move.”
“No. Mike I am not letting you drown yourself in booze. It didn’t work last time and it won’t do any damn good this time.” She was stubborn; he could see it in her eyes. The passion, the determination, the pain, and the love. It was too much to take and so he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
“Anna, please move. I need a goddamn drink.” His voice rose and when she didn’t flinch he put his hands on her shoulders to push her aside. Which, in retrospect, was a bad idea because in seconds he found his ass planted on the bed with this smaller woman pinning him down. “Anna what the hell are you doing?!” He squirmed beneath her trying to get loose without hurting her.
She just pushed him into the mattress harder, eyes brimming with tears as she looked down at him. “You want to forget so bad you’ll jeopardize your health and your job? You get drunk tonight Mike Logan and I swear to God I’m out the door.”
His eyes widened in disbelief as he stilled beneath her and searched her eyes for some hint she was joking. But she was serious. As much as he wanted to drown his pain in alcohol, losing her wasn’t worth the temporary relief.
“You want to forget?”
“You said I get drunk and you’re gone…” Now he was confused, though it wasn’t exactly a new thing for him. “Yes, Anna, I want to forget.”
“Then let me help you.” She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth the minute he opened it to her. When he grunted and tugged his arms, she let go of his wrists and sat up. It was by no means gentle and slow and intimate, the way they tore each other’s clothes off in a fit of desperation.
He had hesitated only when she’d been down to her panties but her encouraging look got rid of that and he’d pulled them off faster than ever before. He groaned as she pressed into him, her breasts on his back and her hands feeling every inch of muscle on their journey over his chest, her breath hot on his shoulder and her lips soft, wet, frantic on his neck. Grabbing a condom he tore at the wrapper and quickly rolled it onto his hard cock.
It throbbed with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word. He was aching to ravage her, fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. He wanted to just pound into her, throw every god damn pound of his weight into her tight pussy. He was never more desperate to feel her hot and wet around him and to make her scream his name. Because he knew those screams were for him.
“Let me help you.” She whispered lovingly into his ear and he choked on a groan, turning on the bed before pinning her down on her back and positioning himself over her. He was panting and licking his lips like an animal as he took in her body with his eyes. The strong shoulders, round breasts, sculpted limbs and washboard abs always got him hard. His eyes moved up to her face, studying every inch of her intently. Her prominent cheekbones, strong jaw, soft pink lips, naturally arched brows, and her bold emerald eyes. The intensity of her gaze was only feeding his hunger and he was going to lose it if he didn’t have her soon.
“Shit… Anna…” He groaned and spread her legs before thrusting his aching erection in hard and deep and going for her right breast as she choked on a moan. He sucked and nipped and licked the flesh roughly, needing to taste her. To feel her he drove his hips into her harshly and moved to her other breast. He needed this. Needed to know she was there and she was going to be there when this was over.
“Mike… oh…” She couldn’t speak as she was consumed by overwhelming physical reactions - pain, pleasure, arousal, discomfort - and the emotion they shared when their bodies tangled together. It was beginning to hurt but she didn’t care as she locked her legs around his hips and pulled him against her tighter. She sought out his lips and attacked them, silencing her moans and cries of painful pleasure as her tongue pushed desperately at his.
It wasn’t long before she pulled back from the kiss panting and holding him tightly as she began to lose it. She threw her head back and choked out an “I love you, Mike” as her muscles clamped down on him tightly and she reached orgasm. The look in her eyes when she told him she loved him drove him to his peak. Burying his face in her neck, he drove every inch of his cock deep into her and cried out her name brokenly as he exploded into the condom and collapsed on top of her.
Catching his breath he eased out and left the bed to dispose the used condom before crawling back into bed and pulling her close. Anna wrapped her arms around him and laid his head to rest over her heart as she kissed the top of his head and combed her fingers through his hair. Mike pulled the blanket over them before holding her as tightly to him as he could. And then he wept. He wept in her arms for every person he’d lost in his line of work, and for all the pain that brought him to his choice. He wept for the love he almost lost.
She held him close, rocking him gently to sleep and drying his tears. She thought only of the sheer irony that had turned her scarring pain into his temporary anesthetic. It was a cold sort of comfort, and for now it was good enough.
Author: toxic_shadow
Fandom: Law and Order: CI
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Morasca, Eames, Random Perp
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Drama/AU
Warnings: Smut! Filthy dirty smut! Very very very slight spoiler for Renewal.
Description: He was consumed with rage and at his breaking point. With no options left, his partner had called the one person who could stop him. But when she took him home and took away his liquor, she forced his hand.
Author's Note: Written before Renewal, all speculation based on the teaser. BIRTHDAY FIC FOR cujo8705.
Cold Comfort
Let not Light see my black and deep desires - William Shakespeare, MacBeth
“What did you think was gonna happen? Huh?!” He felt his finger tighten on the trigger and common sense fly out the window in his rage. He’d dated the woman for a few months a while back and when she was dead on the 6 o’clock news he began to lose it. Now he had the man responsible by the neck, his service weapon pressed into the murderer’s temple.
“Logan!” His temporary partner skidded around the corner to a halt, blonde hair swaying with her short figure.
“Where’s the girl, Eames?” He growled, dangerously close to pulling the trigger. “I said, where’s his partner?!”
“Patrol has her in custody. Let him go, Logan.” Eames began to inch closer, voice stern. She couldn’t wait much longer for her phone call to come through.
His grip on the trigger - or the murderer - didn’t loosen, but rather, tightened as his scowl etched farther into his features. Seconds from pulling the trigger a familiar and panicked voice echoed through the alley and he froze.
“Mike! Stop, please. Let him go. Let Eames cuff him and mirandize him.”
Turning slowly, Mike’s eyes widened as he took in the woman Eames had called in to stop him. She’d gotten past because she had a badge just like they did. She was in jeans and a black NYPD t-shirt, gun holster around her waist and badge in hand.
“He’s not worth losing your badge and going to jail, Mike.” The bangs that fell around her strong features swayed in the wind, dancing over her emerald eyes that were pleading for a peaceful resolution.
“He killed a cop, Anna!” He was torn between rage and sensibility as his finger loosened on the trigger and his hand, his will, began to shake.
“An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind.” She stepped closer toward him, clipping her badge on her holster as she went. Anna didn’t reach for her gun or even shift into a defensive position. “Go ahead, Mike. Shoot him. Do it. Right now. Shoot the son of a bitch.”
“Morasca!” Eames yelled, gun in hand. So much for that plan, she thought to herself.
“Prove everyone right. Show them how hot-tempered and dangerous you are. Prove them all correct. Ryan, Stephen, the Chief of D’s, Ross, the other hundreds of cops who think you’re a promiscuous time bomb. Go ahead, Mike. Do it.” Her eyes brimmed with tears as she got within a few feet of them both.
“Anna…” He groaned and yelled as he swiftly pulled his gun back and threw the suspect to the ground at Anna’s feet before pacing.
“Eames!” She planted a foot firmly on the man’s chest to keep him from going anywhere while the blonde detective ran over and cuffed, mirandized, and took the suspect away. Anna watched Mike worriedly as he planted his back against the alley wall and sunk to the ground. “Mike…”
“She called you to baby sit me?” He asked quietly, holstering his gun before staring numbly at his hands.
“Alex called me because you were getting too involved in the case and you were becoming a liability.” She knelt in front of him and gently combed her fingers through his hair - she remembered that he liked it. “Come on, Mike. Let’s go home, okay? You need rest.”
“Sure. Whatever.” He stood and brushed past her, shoulders slumped as he went to her car waiting just past the squad cars. He didn’t answer anyone that called out to him, just slid into the passenger seat of Anna’s car and slammed the door with him.
As Anna got in and started the car, she bit her lip. He looked exhausted and worn inside and out, and as he rubbed his face she fought back tears. Anna started the car and drove them to his apartment - even if it was farther away than her own - and followed him up to his place.
Once they were inside she kicked off her shoes and made sure he did the same before gently guiding him past the fridge - and alcohol - and to his bedroom. He sat on the bed numbly, pulling at his socks while Anna took hers off and watched him sadly. “Come on, let’s get you into bed. You need to sleep.” She took his holster off and unloaded his weapon, then her own before storing those and their badges away. “Where are you going?”
“To get a beer. I need a drink.” Mike threw his coat on the floor and loosened his tie as he walked to the doorway. He paused and looked down. “Anna, move.”
“No. Mike I am not letting you drown yourself in booze. It didn’t work last time and it won’t do any damn good this time.” She was stubborn; he could see it in her eyes. The passion, the determination, the pain, and the love. It was too much to take and so he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.
“Anna, please move. I need a goddamn drink.” His voice rose and when she didn’t flinch he put his hands on her shoulders to push her aside. Which, in retrospect, was a bad idea because in seconds he found his ass planted on the bed with this smaller woman pinning him down. “Anna what the hell are you doing?!” He squirmed beneath her trying to get loose without hurting her.
She just pushed him into the mattress harder, eyes brimming with tears as she looked down at him. “You want to forget so bad you’ll jeopardize your health and your job? You get drunk tonight Mike Logan and I swear to God I’m out the door.”
His eyes widened in disbelief as he stilled beneath her and searched her eyes for some hint she was joking. But she was serious. As much as he wanted to drown his pain in alcohol, losing her wasn’t worth the temporary relief.
“You want to forget?”
“You said I get drunk and you’re gone…” Now he was confused, though it wasn’t exactly a new thing for him. “Yes, Anna, I want to forget.”
“Then let me help you.” She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth the minute he opened it to her. When he grunted and tugged his arms, she let go of his wrists and sat up. It was by no means gentle and slow and intimate, the way they tore each other’s clothes off in a fit of desperation.
He had hesitated only when she’d been down to her panties but her encouraging look got rid of that and he’d pulled them off faster than ever before. He groaned as she pressed into him, her breasts on his back and her hands feeling every inch of muscle on their journey over his chest, her breath hot on his shoulder and her lips soft, wet, frantic on his neck. Grabbing a condom he tore at the wrapper and quickly rolled it onto his hard cock.
It throbbed with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered word. He was aching to ravage her, fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. He wanted to just pound into her, throw every god damn pound of his weight into her tight pussy. He was never more desperate to feel her hot and wet around him and to make her scream his name. Because he knew those screams were for him.
“Let me help you.” She whispered lovingly into his ear and he choked on a groan, turning on the bed before pinning her down on her back and positioning himself over her. He was panting and licking his lips like an animal as he took in her body with his eyes. The strong shoulders, round breasts, sculpted limbs and washboard abs always got him hard. His eyes moved up to her face, studying every inch of her intently. Her prominent cheekbones, strong jaw, soft pink lips, naturally arched brows, and her bold emerald eyes. The intensity of her gaze was only feeding his hunger and he was going to lose it if he didn’t have her soon.
“Shit… Anna…” He groaned and spread her legs before thrusting his aching erection in hard and deep and going for her right breast as she choked on a moan. He sucked and nipped and licked the flesh roughly, needing to taste her. To feel her he drove his hips into her harshly and moved to her other breast. He needed this. Needed to know she was there and she was going to be there when this was over.
“Mike… oh…” She couldn’t speak as she was consumed by overwhelming physical reactions - pain, pleasure, arousal, discomfort - and the emotion they shared when their bodies tangled together. It was beginning to hurt but she didn’t care as she locked her legs around his hips and pulled him against her tighter. She sought out his lips and attacked them, silencing her moans and cries of painful pleasure as her tongue pushed desperately at his.
It wasn’t long before she pulled back from the kiss panting and holding him tightly as she began to lose it. She threw her head back and choked out an “I love you, Mike” as her muscles clamped down on him tightly and she reached orgasm. The look in her eyes when she told him she loved him drove him to his peak. Burying his face in her neck, he drove every inch of his cock deep into her and cried out her name brokenly as he exploded into the condom and collapsed on top of her.
Catching his breath he eased out and left the bed to dispose the used condom before crawling back into bed and pulling her close. Anna wrapped her arms around him and laid his head to rest over her heart as she kissed the top of his head and combed her fingers through his hair. Mike pulled the blanket over them before holding her as tightly to him as he could. And then he wept. He wept in her arms for every person he’d lost in his line of work, and for all the pain that brought him to his choice. He wept for the love he almost lost.
She held him close, rocking him gently to sleep and drying his tears. She thought only of the sheer irony that had turned her scarring pain into his temporary anesthetic. It was a cold sort of comfort, and for now it was good enough.