The Night of the Storm III
Title: The Night of the Storm III
Author: Rip Van Winkle
Theme / Set: SVU: 06. Contact
Rating: PG-13
Claim + Additional Character: Olivia Benson + Mystery Guest! Read to find out!
Warning: No real warning, deals with some adult themes (very lightly, nothing graphic)
Summary: Olivia makes contact with the killer, and oh boy I <3 plot twists!
Word Count: 1282
Olivia was told to go home, take some aspirin and not come into work for a couple of days. The first part of the order was given to her to the EMT who treated her and the second part of the order came from Cragen who looked displeased in the extreme that one of his prized detectives had made a mistake that lost them their lead. She seemed to be getting that look from a lot of people these days, and the majority of them came from her Captain - the same man who took a chance on her and almost lost his job because of her screw ups.
Tail between her legs she went home without an argument or a complaint, maybe it was the head injury, or maybe she realized that after her latest SNAFU there would be little good she could do for the squad. After a long shower and a glass of wine, she contemplated getting something to eat. Staring at her empty fridge she scrutinized the half empty bottles of mustard and catsup, along with a rotting head of lettuce, jar of crushed garlic and a lemon. If she was a culinary McGyver she might have been able to make something out of that - but alas she was nothing of the sort. She instead resorted to the take out menus on the top of the fridge, Italian, pizza, sushi, Chinese, Thai - dozens of brochures that promised her good eats and a trip to the country of her choosing with every meal.
None of it looked good though, everything looked bland and unappealing - after staring at the menus her stomach started to protest again, and she waited a few minutes later before finally giving up and heading to bed. In the morning she would eat, she told herself, she would go down, have a cup of coffee and a big breakfast, a celebration for surviving the night and not getting jumped by a psychopath who cut up women. Closing her eyes she rested her head on the pillow and tried to fall asleep, she was ready for a struggle, waiting for the inevitable wave of energy that came with putting her head down on the pillow. She didn’t even notice when it didn’t appear, already fast asleep after pulling the covers up around her chin.
The first thing she felt was a hand on her stomach, caressing - gently rubbing in small circles under the tank top she wore to bed. The hand was large, hot, burning against her flat torso - the fingers of which paused only to veer off course for a moment to either wander upward or downward, only a brief exploration before returning to the pattern of circles it had started. When she was a bit more conscious she smiled and pushed back against the large body behind her. In any other circumstance she would have pulled away, but she knew his touch, his scent - how could she have pulled away from her lover?
When she moved, so did he, pressing more firmly against her back, his arm tightening around her as he bowed his head and started to kiss up her shoulder, to her ear, nuzzling her skin, his breath hot and damp against the flesh of her ear. It tickled her and she gave him a little groan before wiggling back against him and settling into the neat nook his arm and body made for her. There were a few moments of silence, he was getting use to her body once more, and she allowed him that as she drifted in and out of consciousness. His voice brought her back from the brink of sleep as he spoke gently.
“Poor Liv, what happened to your head, baby?” She gave a non-committal shrug, and ignored the fact that she hadn’t told him about her head injury or that he rarely ever called her baby.
“Some perp got the jump on me, that’s all.” Yawning, she stretched out and then settled against him once more.
“Big bad man caught you wandering around in his little lab, you should have been more careful, you shouldn’t have been there.”
“What are you talking about? Its my job to be there, he took a girl - a girl that died because of my stupidity.”
“He wouldn’t have let you catch him, that girl would have died regardless. It was her time.” Her breathing stopped for a moment, and an unconscious shiver ran up her back - there was something wrong with his voice, the way that he spoke - this was not the man she had invited into her bed all those months back, this was some sort of ghost or ghoul trying to scare her.
“What, you know something I don’t?” She tried to sound glib but was afraid the joke fell flat.
“Of course I do, Olivia, I know all about that man you’re after.” His arm tightened and she gave a squeak, trying to push at his arm.
“Hey! Ow, your hurting me, too tight - c’mon -“ He cut her off.
“You interrupted him. Homicide interruptus, you know, when a man’s not satisfied, he’s got to go out and find something that will sate him, that will let him release everything he has stored up. That darkness that just leaks out, it wasn’t enough Liv - no, you interrupted me, Olivia - and now you need to take her place.” His voice hissed in her ear, wet, heavy with some sort of demon, with an unspoken need that drove him crazy and, if judging by his body’s reaction - aroused.
“This isn’t funny! Stop joking, I hate jokes about work - you are scaring me Bobby, let me go!”
She fought against his arms, and the dark laugh that was building in his chest, spilling out against her shoulder as she sat up and shoved her down on to her back. Hands on her shoulders, he loomed over her, concealed in the semi darkness of the room, a darkness that made his eyes glow and elongated his teeth into points against the black of his mouth and smile. Robert Goren, Sherlock of Major Case looked down at the wiggling woman on the bed and shook his head, as if he was greatly disappointed in her behavior.
“C’mon, Liv I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to share something with you - huh? We’ll have fun, you and me - together, how does that sound?”
Olivia Benson, ace detective and strong willed warrior would have screamed - but the silk gag he shoved between her lips conveniently prohibited that.
Author: Rip Van Winkle
Theme / Set: SVU: 06. Contact
Rating: PG-13
Claim + Additional Character: Olivia Benson + Mystery Guest! Read to find out!
Warning: No real warning, deals with some adult themes (very lightly, nothing graphic)
Summary: Olivia makes contact with the killer, and oh boy I <3 plot twists!
Word Count: 1282
Olivia was told to go home, take some aspirin and not come into work for a couple of days. The first part of the order was given to her to the EMT who treated her and the second part of the order came from Cragen who looked displeased in the extreme that one of his prized detectives had made a mistake that lost them their lead. She seemed to be getting that look from a lot of people these days, and the majority of them came from her Captain - the same man who took a chance on her and almost lost his job because of her screw ups.
Tail between her legs she went home without an argument or a complaint, maybe it was the head injury, or maybe she realized that after her latest SNAFU there would be little good she could do for the squad. After a long shower and a glass of wine, she contemplated getting something to eat. Staring at her empty fridge she scrutinized the half empty bottles of mustard and catsup, along with a rotting head of lettuce, jar of crushed garlic and a lemon. If she was a culinary McGyver she might have been able to make something out of that - but alas she was nothing of the sort. She instead resorted to the take out menus on the top of the fridge, Italian, pizza, sushi, Chinese, Thai - dozens of brochures that promised her good eats and a trip to the country of her choosing with every meal.
None of it looked good though, everything looked bland and unappealing - after staring at the menus her stomach started to protest again, and she waited a few minutes later before finally giving up and heading to bed. In the morning she would eat, she told herself, she would go down, have a cup of coffee and a big breakfast, a celebration for surviving the night and not getting jumped by a psychopath who cut up women. Closing her eyes she rested her head on the pillow and tried to fall asleep, she was ready for a struggle, waiting for the inevitable wave of energy that came with putting her head down on the pillow. She didn’t even notice when it didn’t appear, already fast asleep after pulling the covers up around her chin.
The first thing she felt was a hand on her stomach, caressing - gently rubbing in small circles under the tank top she wore to bed. The hand was large, hot, burning against her flat torso - the fingers of which paused only to veer off course for a moment to either wander upward or downward, only a brief exploration before returning to the pattern of circles it had started. When she was a bit more conscious she smiled and pushed back against the large body behind her. In any other circumstance she would have pulled away, but she knew his touch, his scent - how could she have pulled away from her lover?
When she moved, so did he, pressing more firmly against her back, his arm tightening around her as he bowed his head and started to kiss up her shoulder, to her ear, nuzzling her skin, his breath hot and damp against the flesh of her ear. It tickled her and she gave him a little groan before wiggling back against him and settling into the neat nook his arm and body made for her. There were a few moments of silence, he was getting use to her body once more, and she allowed him that as she drifted in and out of consciousness. His voice brought her back from the brink of sleep as he spoke gently.
“Poor Liv, what happened to your head, baby?” She gave a non-committal shrug, and ignored the fact that she hadn’t told him about her head injury or that he rarely ever called her baby.
“Some perp got the jump on me, that’s all.” Yawning, she stretched out and then settled against him once more.
“Big bad man caught you wandering around in his little lab, you should have been more careful, you shouldn’t have been there.”
“What are you talking about? Its my job to be there, he took a girl - a girl that died because of my stupidity.”
“He wouldn’t have let you catch him, that girl would have died regardless. It was her time.” Her breathing stopped for a moment, and an unconscious shiver ran up her back - there was something wrong with his voice, the way that he spoke - this was not the man she had invited into her bed all those months back, this was some sort of ghost or ghoul trying to scare her.
“What, you know something I don’t?” She tried to sound glib but was afraid the joke fell flat.
“Of course I do, Olivia, I know all about that man you’re after.” His arm tightened and she gave a squeak, trying to push at his arm.
“Hey! Ow, your hurting me, too tight - c’mon -“ He cut her off.
“You interrupted him. Homicide interruptus, you know, when a man’s not satisfied, he’s got to go out and find something that will sate him, that will let him release everything he has stored up. That darkness that just leaks out, it wasn’t enough Liv - no, you interrupted me, Olivia - and now you need to take her place.” His voice hissed in her ear, wet, heavy with some sort of demon, with an unspoken need that drove him crazy and, if judging by his body’s reaction - aroused.
“This isn’t funny! Stop joking, I hate jokes about work - you are scaring me Bobby, let me go!”
She fought against his arms, and the dark laugh that was building in his chest, spilling out against her shoulder as she sat up and shoved her down on to her back. Hands on her shoulders, he loomed over her, concealed in the semi darkness of the room, a darkness that made his eyes glow and elongated his teeth into points against the black of his mouth and smile. Robert Goren, Sherlock of Major Case looked down at the wiggling woman on the bed and shook his head, as if he was greatly disappointed in her behavior.
“C’mon, Liv I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to share something with you - huh? We’ll have fun, you and me - together, how does that sound?”
Olivia Benson, ace detective and strong willed warrior would have screamed - but the silk gag he shoved between her lips conveniently prohibited that.