Title: Crashing ( Read more... )

It’s stupid, really. How every night I think of her I have a raging hard-on. How my dick is throbbing with desire before I even touched it. Just that picture in my head, that memory of her in a bra, purring those words that meant more than she could know. “Are you ready for me daddy?”

Fuck it. If it wasn’t for the situation, if it wasn’t for us ( Read more... )

Green

This is green. It must be fucking green. Fine, there’s a slight shade of blue. It could be turquoise.  But judging from the first look it’s fucking green. Green like the leaves of a tree. Or grass. Grass is green. Not that I ever see much of it. I see gray. Black. Pavements. Tar. Hot black tar. But this is green. It is. Maybe turquoise. I ( Read more... )

She knows it’s out of her control. It spun out of control many years ago. The second she met him to be exact. The second brown met blue. Wood met steel.

She wonders for how long she could keep it up, her guard. How long she could last before she would slip up, fall into him, and let him slip into her. If he would. If he could. If only.

She ( Read more... )

Fairy

Like pretty much any young girl Olivia believed in fairies and fairy tales when she was still a kid.

Fairies, princes and white horses. Okay, admitted: princes did exist, but it’s not exactly the fairy tale kind of thing when you take a look at monarchy. And white horses - yes, they definitely do exist. But let’s face it: When was the last ( Read more... )

Emily

He had woken up again. Watched her tossing. Watched her turning. Heard her cry out in her sleep. The same name. Always the same. Olivia. Liv. Things changed all the time with her. But Olivia seemed to be a constant. Tonight Olivia was back. Like every other night.

As she had stopped whining, whispering, begging to Olivia he still couldn’t ( Read more... )

Domestic

Olivia Benson was many things. Domestic wasn’t one of them.

She could operate a washing machine, knew how to iron her sweaters (which she never really did) or how to fix a grilled cheese sandwich. Not that she didn’t want to be domestic - she simply didn’t have the time. Or a reason to be.

Today Olivia Benson can not only operate a ( Read more... )

Olivia lasted seven months.

It’s been five days since Olivia had awoken next to Casey Novak. It have been 7 months since Alex Cabot had ‘died’. Seven months that Olivia Benson only survived because she and Elliot knew the truth about their former ADA. That Alexandra Cabot did get shot but did not die from the bullet she took. That in fact, ( Read more... )

Her hair grew thinner by the day as she was nothing but skin and bone. The second round of chemo had taken its toll on the former ADA. As much as she wanted to keep working, if only as a distraction, as a way to fight boredom and fear, her doctors wouldn’t let her. Leave alone Olivia. Liv had been more freaked out by the diagnosis than Alex herself ( Read more... )

A - Apart
NC-17
A/O of course.

Apart

Five hours, twenty-three minutes and probably a few seconds after the fight Olivia sat on a bench. Men and women, young and old walked past where she sat. Walked past her as she cried silent tears. The brunette detective didn’t even know where this was going. Not anymore. Not for sure. All she knew was that she ( Read more... )