Challenge 5, Prompt 3 - Alex/Olivia
Title: Tales of Simplicity
Author's Name: giantessmess
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Challenge 5, prompt 3
Words: 550
Rating: PG-13
A/N: thanks for the prompts, flying_peanuts.
A lover’s alphabet falls from your lips. Words like delicate, exquisite. Your tongue curls around them, like it curls around me.
I love you like... spring, murmured between kisses, your lips pressed to my abdomen. Like the sting from seawater....you burn me inside.
I didn’t mean to jerk backwards like that. Honest to God, Olivia, I didn't.
"I'm... sorry." I manage.
I quickly survey your room, attempting to detect any loose poetry books. Anthologies can be quite large - is that one by your bedroom door?
“Alex? Is something wrong?”
I don’t think you came up with any of it yourself, because if I did, I’d start imagining all kinds of things. And you don’t want me doing that, Olivia. Because you’d be caught in something serious, and we both know you can’t handle that.
“This isn’t you,” I venture.
You narrow your eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Olivia.” I tilt my head in the other direction. "You don't want me to say it."
I guess I expected swear words. Blasphemes, praising God for the way my tongue devours you, for the way I feel beneath you. I expected the woman I’ve been sleeping with for six months, and that woman snorts disbelief when I suggest poetry readings. She tries to hide her disinterest, when I mention the latest off-Broadway premiere.
“Jesus," you snap. "You’re never happy, are you?” You look so delicious when you’re pissed.
“Just tell me, Olivia.” I refuse to break my gaze. “What’s going on with you?”
“Why does something have to be going on?” You’re giving me a look I’m too familiar with, and I sigh. Your eyes narrow further. “What, Alex?”
“Olivia, you don’t have to impress me. You should know that by now.”
You snort a laugh.
"I mean...you impress me..."
You cross your arms and slide off the bed, stamping your foot like the stubborn ass you are. I’m fused to the spot for a moment, caught staring at your naked back. Then I exhale - I clench my teeth and go to you, because I’ll be damned if I let you win this easy.
"Look, I'm sorry." It seems obscene that I'm the one apologizing.
“I guess I thought you’d like it…" You shrug it off. "The way it sounded,” you're muttering like a child. “Did you?”
I pause. "Yes..." I want to slap you across that miserable expression, but all I can do is wrap my arms around you and kiss your stubborn mouth. Your eyes soften.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Not everything has an answer you’re going to like, Olivia.
“It just…it threw me, that’s all.”
Do you even know what you want? You seem to now, when you have me in your apartment, when you lead me into your bed. This is a world that has a beginning and an ending. And when we see each other at the precinct, it’s like starting all over again. I’m not sure how to know you.
But we continue to meet after-hours, degenerating into autopilot. My place? Your place? The same old place, again and again. It’s everything and it's nothing I can name. And maybe I should give in to its simplicity. The secret we don’t tell each other is how serious this already is. We already practice the art of forgetting - forget your personal rule, my ambitions, my career. And it is an art, the way you fool me into amnesia, every time you take me home.
It's barely been six months. Already you’ve taught me what it is to be unadorned.
Author's Name: giantessmess
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Challenge 5, prompt 3
Words: 550
Rating: PG-13
A/N: thanks for the prompts, flying_peanuts.
A lover’s alphabet falls from your lips. Words like delicate, exquisite. Your tongue curls around them, like it curls around me.
I love you like... spring, murmured between kisses, your lips pressed to my abdomen. Like the sting from seawater....you burn me inside.
I didn’t mean to jerk backwards like that. Honest to God, Olivia, I didn't.
"I'm... sorry." I manage.
I quickly survey your room, attempting to detect any loose poetry books. Anthologies can be quite large - is that one by your bedroom door?
“Alex? Is something wrong?”
I don’t think you came up with any of it yourself, because if I did, I’d start imagining all kinds of things. And you don’t want me doing that, Olivia. Because you’d be caught in something serious, and we both know you can’t handle that.
“This isn’t you,” I venture.
You narrow your eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Olivia.” I tilt my head in the other direction. "You don't want me to say it."
I guess I expected swear words. Blasphemes, praising God for the way my tongue devours you, for the way I feel beneath you. I expected the woman I’ve been sleeping with for six months, and that woman snorts disbelief when I suggest poetry readings. She tries to hide her disinterest, when I mention the latest off-Broadway premiere.
“Jesus," you snap. "You’re never happy, are you?” You look so delicious when you’re pissed.
“Just tell me, Olivia.” I refuse to break my gaze. “What’s going on with you?”
“Why does something have to be going on?” You’re giving me a look I’m too familiar with, and I sigh. Your eyes narrow further. “What, Alex?”
“Olivia, you don’t have to impress me. You should know that by now.”
You snort a laugh.
"I mean...you impress me..."
You cross your arms and slide off the bed, stamping your foot like the stubborn ass you are. I’m fused to the spot for a moment, caught staring at your naked back. Then I exhale - I clench my teeth and go to you, because I’ll be damned if I let you win this easy.
"Look, I'm sorry." It seems obscene that I'm the one apologizing.
“I guess I thought you’d like it…" You shrug it off. "The way it sounded,” you're muttering like a child. “Did you?”
I pause. "Yes..." I want to slap you across that miserable expression, but all I can do is wrap my arms around you and kiss your stubborn mouth. Your eyes soften.
“Then what’s the problem?”
Not everything has an answer you’re going to like, Olivia.
“It just…it threw me, that’s all.”
Do you even know what you want? You seem to now, when you have me in your apartment, when you lead me into your bed. This is a world that has a beginning and an ending. And when we see each other at the precinct, it’s like starting all over again. I’m not sure how to know you.
But we continue to meet after-hours, degenerating into autopilot. My place? Your place? The same old place, again and again. It’s everything and it's nothing I can name. And maybe I should give in to its simplicity. The secret we don’t tell each other is how serious this already is. We already practice the art of forgetting - forget your personal rule, my ambitions, my career. And it is an art, the way you fool me into amnesia, every time you take me home.
It's barely been six months. Already you’ve taught me what it is to be unadorned.