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Fic: Desk Work (L&O: SVU : Alex/Olivia)
Title: Desk work
Author: Angie
Prompt: SVU: Alex/Olivia – Cragen’s desk, silk stockings at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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darandkerry
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Disclaimer: Still Dick's, still not mine.
Olivia smiled as she recognised the rhythm of the heels clicking their way towards her. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was entering the deserted squad room. Warm fingers on the back of her neck made her shiver and she turned, leaning up to meet Alex’s lips in a languid kiss. They parted slowly, with shorter kisses sweetening the loss of contact.
Alex collapsed with a sigh into the chair next to Olivia’s desk. She leaned her elbow on the desk and propped her head up on her hand. She smiled lazily.
“Hey.”
Olivia grinned back.
“Hey.”
“You about done here?” Alex asked, looking doubtfully at the piles of paper littering Olivia’s desk.
“Not even close…”
Alex stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout and Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.
“…but…”
“'But' is good, I like 'but'. Go on.”
“…but, I was just about to finish up for the night and call you. I think we both need a stiff drink and an early night after the past few days, what d’you say counsellor?”
“I say you read my mind, detective. But can we make the drink a bottle of wine at home? I’m so tired I don’t think I’d make it to a bar.” Alex said, a yawn confirming her statement.
Olivia leaned over to ruffle her hair affectionately. She could never resist Alex when she was sleepy, it just made her even more damned adorable.
“When have I ever turned down the chance to curl up with you and a glass of wine on the couch?” she asked, playfully.
“Never. But I sometimes suspect it’s more to do with the wine than with me.”
“Only when it’s that great Valpolicella from the little deli. Otherwise, it’s always you.”
“Well, nice to know I’m only forsaken for a good wine.”
Olivia was tidying her desk, shuffling papers and moving files. Alex leaned back in the chair and watched her, smiling wickedly as she bent over to place a file in a low drawer. Olivia turned to look over her shoulder and caught the expression.
“How did I know you’d be gawping at my ass?”
“I wasn’t gawping. I don’t gawp. I was merely appreciating a thing of beauty.” Alex said, innocently.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen. Holding her arm straight out in front of her, she dropped the pen to the floor. She brought her hand to her mouth in mock surprise.
“Why, Detective Benson, I appear to have dropped my pen. Do you think you could come over here and get it for me?”
Olivia smirked. She walked slowly towards Alex, coming to a halt in front of her. Keeping their eyes locked, and without turning around, Olivia bent to retrieve the pen, moving forward and pressing a light kiss to Alex’s lips as she handed it over. Alex’s eyes were narrowed.
“Spoilsport,” she complained.
“I’m not a piece of meat, Alex,” Olivia retorted, faux-offended. “And don’t think that just because you’re some big cheese at the DA’s office that I’m going to be intimidated into doing your bidding. Sexual harassment is a crime, you know.”
“Really? Well, if I’m going to be sued I might as well be sued for something worthwhile. Take your clothes off and hop up onto the desk.”
“Interesting proposition. Certainly worth getting sued over. You’d need to plead guilty of course.”
“Not at all, my defence would be that you overtly suggested that we would have sexual relations later tonight, after the consumption of intoxicating substances. I’d also probably mention the fact that we’ve been living together for three years.”
“Hmmmm, admittedly that might go in your favour. OK, forget the lawsuit, let’s just get to the drinking and the sex.” Olivia conceded.
A grin spread across Alex’s face and Olivia felt the beginnings of both arousal and dread in her stomach. She forced herself to ask the question.
“What?”
“We could do it here.” Alex said, her voice low and conspiratorial.
“No.”
“Oh come on, there’s no-one around.”
“No.”
“We could do it on Cragen’s desk.”
“Oh my God, that is so wrong!”
“Exactly.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you have unresolved teenage rebellion hidden somewhere in your psyche?”
“God, don’t psychoanalyse it, you’ll kill the mood.”
“The mood? I can safely say you killed any mood that I might have been in when you said ‘do it’ and ‘Cragen’ in the same sentence.”
“C’mon, he’s got Vodka in his drawer. Let’s go in and sneak a drink at least.”
“Really, talk to Huang about this.”
“Shut up, come on.”
Alex stood and pulled Olivia along by the hand. Olivia offered some half-hearted resistance but soon found herself in the Captain’s darkened office. She shifted nervously as Alex closed the door.
”Alex, I want you to know I’m here under protest. If we get caught you’re taking the blame.”
“Completely.” Alex agreed, moving behind Cragen’s desk and easing his bottom drawer open.
Olivia watched as Alex’s brow creased up in confusion. She leaned down, inspecting the contents of the drawer more closely. Olivia was getting more agitated by the delay of the proposed activities.
“Hurry up, Alex.” she urged, glancing behind her at the door, sure that the entire squad was bound to burst in at any moment. Probably with a few reporters and a TV crew.
Alex reached into the drawer and slowly withdrew something. It wasn’t a bottle. Olivia moved closer to see what Alex was holding up.
It was a black, silk stocking.
“What the hell is that?” Olivia whispered.
“It’s a black, silk stocking.” Alex answered.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, I can see that. What’s it doing in there?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Alex retorted, then after a few seconds she grinned. “Maybe we’re not the only ones to think of using Don’s desk after-hours. Looks like he’s been giving it a work-out himself.”
“Huh? The Captain? No! That would be like…that would just be…no. The Captain is not having sex on his desk with women who wear black stockings. He’s just…not.”
Olivia tried valiantly to banish any such thoughts from her mind.
“Maybe he’s the one who wears them.”
And Alex managed to replace them with even more disturbing visuals.
“Alex! For God’s sake! This man is my boss, I need to look him in the eye tomorrow morning. I cannot be imagining him in stockings!”
Alex was enjoying Olivia’s discomfort way too much to stop. She regarded the stocking in her hand, running the material between her fingers.
“Well, at least he has good taste, they’re expensive and they won’t…”
She stopped speaking and dropped the article abruptly back into the drawer.
“What is it?” Olivia asked, surprised by the sudden action.
“There was a…kind of…crusty bit.”
Olivia covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut to cut off anything further Alex had to say on the subject. When she opened them again, she saw Alex wiping her hand on her skirt, an expression of disgust gracing her features.
“Can we go home now, please?” Olivia whined.
Alex nodded.
“Yeah, I think I definitely need that drink now.”
“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”
Author: Angie
Prompt: SVU: Alex/Olivia – Cragen’s desk, silk stockings at
femslash_fluffChallenger:
darandkerryFandom: Law & Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Disclaimer: Still Dick's, still not mine.
Olivia smiled as she recognised the rhythm of the heels clicking their way towards her. She didn’t have to turn around to know who was entering the deserted squad room. Warm fingers on the back of her neck made her shiver and she turned, leaning up to meet Alex’s lips in a languid kiss. They parted slowly, with shorter kisses sweetening the loss of contact.
Alex collapsed with a sigh into the chair next to Olivia’s desk. She leaned her elbow on the desk and propped her head up on her hand. She smiled lazily.
“Hey.”
Olivia grinned back.
“Hey.”
“You about done here?” Alex asked, looking doubtfully at the piles of paper littering Olivia’s desk.
“Not even close…”
Alex stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout and Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.
“…but…”
“'But' is good, I like 'but'. Go on.”
“…but, I was just about to finish up for the night and call you. I think we both need a stiff drink and an early night after the past few days, what d’you say counsellor?”
“I say you read my mind, detective. But can we make the drink a bottle of wine at home? I’m so tired I don’t think I’d make it to a bar.” Alex said, a yawn confirming her statement.
Olivia leaned over to ruffle her hair affectionately. She could never resist Alex when she was sleepy, it just made her even more damned adorable.
“When have I ever turned down the chance to curl up with you and a glass of wine on the couch?” she asked, playfully.
“Never. But I sometimes suspect it’s more to do with the wine than with me.”
“Only when it’s that great Valpolicella from the little deli. Otherwise, it’s always you.”
“Well, nice to know I’m only forsaken for a good wine.”
Olivia was tidying her desk, shuffling papers and moving files. Alex leaned back in the chair and watched her, smiling wickedly as she bent over to place a file in a low drawer. Olivia turned to look over her shoulder and caught the expression.
“How did I know you’d be gawping at my ass?”
“I wasn’t gawping. I don’t gawp. I was merely appreciating a thing of beauty.” Alex said, innocently.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen. Holding her arm straight out in front of her, she dropped the pen to the floor. She brought her hand to her mouth in mock surprise.
“Why, Detective Benson, I appear to have dropped my pen. Do you think you could come over here and get it for me?”
Olivia smirked. She walked slowly towards Alex, coming to a halt in front of her. Keeping their eyes locked, and without turning around, Olivia bent to retrieve the pen, moving forward and pressing a light kiss to Alex’s lips as she handed it over. Alex’s eyes were narrowed.
“Spoilsport,” she complained.
“I’m not a piece of meat, Alex,” Olivia retorted, faux-offended. “And don’t think that just because you’re some big cheese at the DA’s office that I’m going to be intimidated into doing your bidding. Sexual harassment is a crime, you know.”
“Really? Well, if I’m going to be sued I might as well be sued for something worthwhile. Take your clothes off and hop up onto the desk.”
“Interesting proposition. Certainly worth getting sued over. You’d need to plead guilty of course.”
“Not at all, my defence would be that you overtly suggested that we would have sexual relations later tonight, after the consumption of intoxicating substances. I’d also probably mention the fact that we’ve been living together for three years.”
“Hmmmm, admittedly that might go in your favour. OK, forget the lawsuit, let’s just get to the drinking and the sex.” Olivia conceded.
A grin spread across Alex’s face and Olivia felt the beginnings of both arousal and dread in her stomach. She forced herself to ask the question.
“What?”
“We could do it here.” Alex said, her voice low and conspiratorial.
“No.”
“Oh come on, there’s no-one around.”
“No.”
“We could do it on Cragen’s desk.”
“Oh my God, that is so wrong!”
“Exactly.”
“Why do I get the feeling that you have unresolved teenage rebellion hidden somewhere in your psyche?”
“God, don’t psychoanalyse it, you’ll kill the mood.”
“The mood? I can safely say you killed any mood that I might have been in when you said ‘do it’ and ‘Cragen’ in the same sentence.”
“C’mon, he’s got Vodka in his drawer. Let’s go in and sneak a drink at least.”
“Really, talk to Huang about this.”
“Shut up, come on.”
Alex stood and pulled Olivia along by the hand. Olivia offered some half-hearted resistance but soon found herself in the Captain’s darkened office. She shifted nervously as Alex closed the door.
”Alex, I want you to know I’m here under protest. If we get caught you’re taking the blame.”
“Completely.” Alex agreed, moving behind Cragen’s desk and easing his bottom drawer open.
Olivia watched as Alex’s brow creased up in confusion. She leaned down, inspecting the contents of the drawer more closely. Olivia was getting more agitated by the delay of the proposed activities.
“Hurry up, Alex.” she urged, glancing behind her at the door, sure that the entire squad was bound to burst in at any moment. Probably with a few reporters and a TV crew.
Alex reached into the drawer and slowly withdrew something. It wasn’t a bottle. Olivia moved closer to see what Alex was holding up.
It was a black, silk stocking.
“What the hell is that?” Olivia whispered.
“It’s a black, silk stocking.” Alex answered.
Olivia rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, I can see that. What’s it doing in there?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Alex retorted, then after a few seconds she grinned. “Maybe we’re not the only ones to think of using Don’s desk after-hours. Looks like he’s been giving it a work-out himself.”
“Huh? The Captain? No! That would be like…that would just be…no. The Captain is not having sex on his desk with women who wear black stockings. He’s just…not.”
Olivia tried valiantly to banish any such thoughts from her mind.
“Maybe he’s the one who wears them.”
And Alex managed to replace them with even more disturbing visuals.
“Alex! For God’s sake! This man is my boss, I need to look him in the eye tomorrow morning. I cannot be imagining him in stockings!”
Alex was enjoying Olivia’s discomfort way too much to stop. She regarded the stocking in her hand, running the material between her fingers.
“Well, at least he has good taste, they’re expensive and they won’t…”
She stopped speaking and dropped the article abruptly back into the drawer.
“What is it?” Olivia asked, surprised by the sudden action.
“There was a…kind of…crusty bit.”
Olivia covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut to cut off anything further Alex had to say on the subject. When she opened them again, she saw Alex wiping her hand on her skirt, an expression of disgust gracing her features.
“Can we go home now, please?” Olivia whined.
Alex nodded.
“Yeah, I think I definitely need that drink now.”
“You and me both, babe. You and me both.”
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I suppose I was blaming Cragen!
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I happen to be one of these people...
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Very cute - thanks to recalcitrant uterus I got very little sleep last night so I am going to go back to bed and think about sleepy, adorable Alex!!!
Love Liv's priorities (Although I can't imagine that I would ever prioritise wine over Alex, maybe a fantastic blue cocktail but not wine), like the lawsuit and sexual harassment stuff and simply adore the fact that they have been living together.
Just so you know, if they were my stockings, the crusty stuff would so be dried chocolate or maybe spilt alcohol - so I don't automatically assume that it's gross :)
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Love Liv's priorities - Liv has very good priorities. There are some wines that you just can't beat. And I did say that she would be curling up with Alex while she was drinking it, therefore not actually choosing between them.
simply adore the fact that they have been living together - This is what I adore about fluff. There is no backstory, no reason given, no angst about how they got there, they just live together. I like the easy way out.
That said, I am very aware that I owe you some angst. I realise that the ducks have bought me some time, but I am going to throw down the gauntlet to myself and promise to get something to you this weekend. There, you have it in writing. If I don't get it to you, you can send the ducks around to rough me up. I will deserve it.
the crusty stuff would so be dried chocolate or maybe spilt alcohol - Who is to say that isn't what was on Cragen's stockings? It's those of you with dirty minds who think otherwise. Obviously the good captain spilled his coffee all over his desk and reached around for something to wipe it up with and his hand fell on a piece of evidence from a previous case and he used it to clean up. Why...what else could it have been?
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In fact, that's mostly just what people do in my fics with regard to sex. Talk. People in my fics just tend to talk and talk - have finished the next Bree/Lynette one and they would not shut the hell up (I'm dreading attempting to proof read it).
I wonder if I have some deeply repressed fantasy about doing it on a desk? If you do I'm sure that you are wearing Alex glasses in it.
Men's is sex with a stranger boys are strange although FFM's would totally be sex with lesbian vampires.
And I did say that she would be curling up with Alex while she was drinking it, therefore not actually choosing between them. Excellently greedy, I thoroughly approve!
This is what I adore about fluff. There is no backstory, no reason given, no angst about how they got there, they just live together. I can see the point but there are an awful lot of wondering ducks in the world of fluff and that scares me.
That said, I am very aware that I owe you some angst. I realise that the ducks have bought me some time, but I am going to throw down the gauntlet to myself and promise to get something to you this weekend. There, you have it in writing. If I don't get it to you, you can send the ducks around to rough me up. I will deserve it. Have committed all of that to memory.
It's those of you with dirty minds who think otherwise. My mind is very, very pure :)
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have finished the next Bree/Lynette one and they would not shut the hell up - You say that like it's a bad thing! There was talking and there was kissing. And after the last couple of installments I wasn't sure we'd ever get back there so I am completely happy. I will comment in due course (at
If you do I'm sure that you are wearing Alex glasses in it. - *considers this* Yes, I probably am.
FFM's would totally be sex with lesbian vampires. - To each their own.
there are an awful lot of wondering ducks in the world of fluff and that scares me - Maybe, in fluff, we should be talking about ducklings. Which are, by their very nature, fluffy and also wander about all over the place and would therefore fit in fine!
My mind is very, very pure :) - Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's why in your latest B/L, Lynette was very interested in looking at Bree's 'injuries'.
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There was talking and there was kissing. And after the last couple of installments I wasn't sure we'd ever get back there so I am completely happy. I will comment in due course (at bree_lynette so as not to upset the ducks). Hee - I still seem to be in trouble with some others but Bree is going to try and have sex with a guy in the next episode so I can't have them happy, happy but I really wasn't up for the angsting last night so it was a little bit lighter. I will await you comments at the duck friendly location.
Maybe, in fluff, we should be talking about ducklings. Which are, by their very nature, fluffy and also wander about all over the place and would therefore fit in fine! See this is what happens, they lull you in with their cute fluffiness and you let them run amok and they don't learn any discipline and then suddenly they are grown and completely incapable of forming a row - complete and total anarchy!!!!!!
I'm sure that's why in your latest B/L, Lynette was very interested in looking at Bree's 'injuries' I have no idea what you are trying to imply, she is simply expressing concern for her friend.
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Yuck.
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... Argh, I'll never again be able to look at the TV when Captain Cragen's on. *laughs*
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Cragen is cute. He reminds me of my grandad.
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LOL that's awesome. A little gross, but funny as hell.
also - buzzkill! I was totally getting kinky in my head.
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And you're the second person to call me a buzzkill today. I'm getting a complex!