X is for X-mas
Title: X is for X-mas
Author: giantessmess
Fandom/Claim: Law and Order SVU/Related RPF
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: fluffy mcfluff
It isn’t because you’re a workaholic. The people who work Christmases are simply those who know there’s something more important out there than a night in their apartment with a glass of scotch, waiting for their mother to call.
In some ways, Olivia is a lot like you.
“Jesus, they picked a night for it,” she shakes her head, like she didn’t expect the workload she’s always had. As if Christmas was supposed to change those endless routines.
You lean against her desk, “You had plans?”
She lets out a sigh, “Look, I’d settle for an hour, just to gather my thoughts.”
“I know the feeling.”
She cocks her head to the side a little. “Sorry we called you in on the warrant, tonight.”
You feel sorry for this woman, who probably doesn’t even have a cat to go home to. “Nothing important was cancelled.”
She gives you a look of pity then, like your admission makes her uncomfortable. You wish you’d simply delivered the warrant and left. But Olivia clears her throat.
“I don’t have much planned, either,” she says, not looking at you. “Elliot invited me, y’know? But I didn’t…”
“I know,” you feel yourself smiling, unsure of what’s compelling you to. “In reality, Christmas is a total crock.”
“Yeah.”
You’re left staring at each other. There’s something so adolescent about it that you almost feel inclined to laugh.
“Listen,” somehow your voice doesn’t waver. “When you’re done here…”
Are you really asking her out on Christmas Eve?
Author: giantessmess
Fandom/Claim: Law and Order SVU/Related RPF
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
A/N: fluffy mcfluff
It isn’t because you’re a workaholic. The people who work Christmases are simply those who know there’s something more important out there than a night in their apartment with a glass of scotch, waiting for their mother to call.
In some ways, Olivia is a lot like you.
“Jesus, they picked a night for it,” she shakes her head, like she didn’t expect the workload she’s always had. As if Christmas was supposed to change those endless routines.
You lean against her desk, “You had plans?”
She lets out a sigh, “Look, I’d settle for an hour, just to gather my thoughts.”
“I know the feeling.”
She cocks her head to the side a little. “Sorry we called you in on the warrant, tonight.”
You feel sorry for this woman, who probably doesn’t even have a cat to go home to. “Nothing important was cancelled.”
She gives you a look of pity then, like your admission makes her uncomfortable. You wish you’d simply delivered the warrant and left. But Olivia clears her throat.
“I don’t have much planned, either,” she says, not looking at you. “Elliot invited me, y’know? But I didn’t…”
“I know,” you feel yourself smiling, unsure of what’s compelling you to. “In reality, Christmas is a total crock.”
“Yeah.”
You’re left staring at each other. There’s something so adolescent about it that you almost feel inclined to laugh.
“Listen,” somehow your voice doesn’t waver. “When you’re done here…”
Are you really asking her out on Christmas Eve?