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Hotel Delights
*not my gif*
Alex Cabot x fem!reader
Warnings: Language, smut.
Continuation of THIS
Covers ”The Middle” by Zedd&Maren Morris square of storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
While the first day of the conference had been an absolute drag, mainly due to lack of sleep and a little bit of grumpiness still settling, the second day had been a world better. Though still pretty boring it at least dealt more with your department, and since you were returning to New York the next afternoon, you felt the well deserved urge to go grab a drink.
You’d gone out with a few other lawyers from the conference and Alex watched in admiration, and maybe more than a hint of something else as you battled it out in debates with the others. It was playful and bantering back and fourth, but you were able to absolutely destroy them. It was much to their surprise too, she couldn’t help but smirk, it often happened in the courtroom that your opponents underestimated you and she was starting to think that even she had. You declined the offer of another round of drinks, double checking the time,
“I’ve gotta be up early to go over a case for Monday. Thanks for the drinks.” You gave the gentlemen a soft smile, pushing back from the table, cocking a brow as Alex nearly mirrored your movements.
“I can’t just let you go.” She half laughed, “they only gave us one key and like hell I wanna deal with waking you up when I get back.”
“Okay, okay…” you laughed, surrendering to the gleam in her eye.
Arriving back at the hotel room Alex was ahead of you, stepping out of her shoes and swiftly hanging her blazer over the back of a chair, pulling her hair out of its up do. You on the other hand kicked your shoes off, your blazer already over your arm got tossed onto the desk, your hand swiping the do not disturb sign as you did so. Placing it on the outer door handle you shut the door, flipping the deadbolt for extra security as Alex spoke.
“Do you really have a case on Monday?”
“No.” You laughed, turning, half leaning on the door, “I just wanted to get out of there.” You felt your breath catch in your throat when you realized just how close she was to you. Despite the two nights of what you’d figured was platonic cuddling, the few glasses of wine in coupled with Alex’s darkened eyes was more than enough to have you convinced otherwise.
“Good…” Alex murmured, stepping towards you, “cause I feel like I’m losing my mind just a little.”
“Hmm?” You grinned, “and why would that be?”
“Blame the wine…blame the fact that you are absolutely fucking hot when you’re destroying people in debate, I don’t care.”
She paused as she all but closed the gap between the two of you, her lips nearly hovering over your own, waiting. Instead of replying you surged up, lips meeting in a kiss. There was no hesitancy, no holding back, just a passion filled fire. You felt her hands grip at your hips, backing you into the door as her tongue slid into your mouth. There was a hint of berry leftover from the wine, your tongue swirling against hers as your hands tangled into her hair. Alex’s body pinned yours to the door, groaning into the kiss as you tugged lightly at the roots of her hair before your hands dropped, starting their work on the buttons of her shirt. One of her hands stayed pressed firmly on your hip as the other moved upwards, fingers toying with the bottom button of your shirt while she tugged it out of your skirt. Her teeth sunk into your lip, soothing with a slow lick of her tongue, panting against you while she managed to finally undo the bottom button. She paused briefly enough for you to shove her shirt off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor behind her, quickly repeating the action with her bra. She’d managed a second button on your shirt before she pulled away from the kiss, huffing in annoyance. Your hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her back into the fiery kiss,
“Just fucking rip it.”
“You sure?” She panted between kisses.
“I need you on my skin…” you murmured, a gasp breaking free of your lips as her hands tore the blouse off you, her teeth sinking into the skin of your neck. “Fuck…”
You spun her, swapping places as you began to back to the bed, hands swiftly removing the rest of your clothes until you bare against each other. Little whimpers and breaths bounced off the walls as fingers roamed, tracing patterns across skin, pinching and twisting gently at nipples, tugging each other closer that possible to each other. Right before you hit the bed, Alex spun you again so she was dropping down on top of you. A small giggle escaped as you bounced on the mattress, shifting up until you were fully on the bed.
Her mouth left hot kisses down the side of your neck, across your collarbone, briefly sucking a nipple into her mouth, lapping against it with her tongue. You caught her chin in your hand just as she began to duck lower, nudging her back up the bed, she raised a brow at you, slightly in concern.
“We’ve got all night.” You murmured, “I wanna feel you now.”
“Can’t argue with that.” She smirked, crawling back over you, shifting so you had access to slide your hand down her body.
Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb soothing across it as she kissed you before dropping to her forearm, her free one following your path but down your body. You felt her sigh into the kiss at the way your fingers caressed at her slit, coaxing out her juices. You gasped softly as her fingers found your clit, circling over it, rubbing at it until your hips were rocking up for more. Alex chuckled softly, her mouth kissing across your jaw, trailing down your neck, teeth grazing the skin. Your free hand grasped into her hair at the feeling of one of her fingers sliding into you. She curled it perfectly and you let out a whine that made her smirk against your skin.
You began to mimic her movements, your fingers plunging into her with ease. She let out a soft swear at the feeling, her hips beginning to roll as she buried into your neck. Your body arched up towards Alex, skin dragging across heated skin, moaning out when she added a second finger. Her pace increased, her hips thrusting faster onto your hand, you shifted slightly so the heel of your hand was rubbing on her clit and she whimpered into your neck. Nudging her cheek with your chin you grabbed her attention, catching her in a heated kiss, breaths panting into each other’s lips as you fucked into the other with ease. Strings of moans and whines echoing between you.
“Oh fuck!” Your hips shot up as Alex tapped heavily against the spongey spot within you, your breath shuddering as she repeated it again and again, her thumb pressing against your clit. You felt your body begin to tingle, sparking lower and lower within you, doing your best to not stop your own fingers from fucking the blonde. You swore out, biting into her shoulder suddenly, clenching at her skin with your free hand as your orgasm shot through you.
Your head dropped down into the pillows, chest heaving, determined to bring Alex to her peak your hand sped up, with a swift shove you rolled her onto her back and she let out an uncharacteristic squeal. It only took you a moment to settle between her legs, fingers curling and twisting within her pussy. Your mouth dropped to her clit, sucking it into her mouth, lapping against it with your tongue. Alex moaned louder than before, her fingers curling into your hair, tugging your mouth impossibly close to her cunt. Her hips thrusted up to meet you, her thighs shaking around you,
“Ah..oh..oh God!” Her legs tried to close around you as she trembled on the bed. You pulled your fingers from her, laying a soft kiss on her clit that her body jumped at. Your eyes widened slightly as her hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing your slick fingers to her lips, cleaning them of her juices.
“Fuck you’re hot.” You muttered, caging her in for a kiss, grins apparent on both your lips before you dropped down beside her, both of you still breathing heavily. Eventually silence overtook the room, Alex rolled her head to your direction, her hand slipping into yours to gain your attention.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” You rolled your head to face her, smile on your cheeks, “just wishing we hadn’t turned down those boy’s offers for food. I’m fucking starving.” Alex laughed, rolling half on top of you to grab the room service menu from the nightstand. You nipped at her skin as she rolled back over, shifting to sit up.
“What’re you feeling?” She opened the menu, encouraging you to lean into her side, “after all, as you said, we’ve got all night.”
“Plenty of time for more than just room service.”
“Whole different kind of service that is.” Alex smirked and you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes before returning your eyes to the menu.
You both picked out an array of snacks and food to pick on and replenish your energy from your day, along with a bottle of wine to pick up on the drinks on your own.
Alnd as stated, you certainly did have time for plenty of other exploration as the night wore on.
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Olivia Benson ~ Mother's Day
for @storiesofsvu one year bingo
Square: Mother's day
fosterDaughter!reader
I have this whole universe in my head of Olivia with a teenage foster daughter that I've wanted to write for ages but I've never gotten around to it so maybe there will be more for this??? who knows... I just love Mama bear liv
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“Y/n” you felt small poking on your arm. You groaned trying to stay asleep but the poking didn’t stop. You slowly opened your eyes to be greeted by Noah’s toothy smile.
“Yes Noah?” you mumbled
“It’s mother’s day soon” he whispered
“Yes” you whispered back. He climbed onto your bed, taking the wind out of you. With a huff you sat up, your sleep is officially gone.
“Can you help me?”
“With what?” Noah rolled his eyes
“With a present for mama!” he exclaimed. You had been living with Liv and Noah for just under 8 months after you had gotten caught up in the wrong crowd after your mother had died. You had managed to fall through the cracks at child services until you were brought in to svu. It was hard for them to place you and keep you safe so Liv put her hand up to be your foster mum while the case was at trial. It was only meant to only be for the duration of the trial but you were still here 8 months later.
“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” Noah nodded “of course I will. We can go shopping when I pick you up after school on Wednesday”
“But we meet mama at the precinct every Wednesday”
“Just have a think about what you want to get her, and we can hide it in my school bag”
“Promise?”
“Promise” you nodded
Wednesday came and it was your weekly routine. When the final bell rang you walked the few blocks to Noah’s school. He met you at the front gate and from there the two of you made your way the 16th, stopping past a little independent jewellery store where Noah had seen a necklace he wanted to get Liv. You quickly paid for it, stuffing it in your bag and getting to the precinct.
“You guys are a little late, thought I was going to send out an amber alert” Liv joked as you walked into the squad room.
“Yeah sorry, Mr Peterson held us back after the final bell” you rolled your eyes then winked at Noah when Liv wasn’t looking. The little boy giggled following his mum into her office.
When mother’s day rolled around, you woke up early to help Noah make breakfast in bed for Liv.
“Shhh Noah” you laughed quietly as he dusted the flour off his shirt.
“Mama’s gonna love this” Noah smiled as you finished stacking the pancakes on the plate before putting them on the folding tray table. You carried the tray for Noah who raced ahead to wake up Liv.
“Happy mother’s day mum!” Noah all but yelled in Liv’s face after jumping on her bed, wrapping his arms around her.
“Thank you my sweet boy” you placed the tray on the bed and, rather awkwardly, moved away from the pair “What’s all this?” Liv looked at you for a moment before turning her attention to Noah as he answered her.
“Pancakes! Y/n helped me make them! Oh and-“ with lightning speed, Noah ran out of the room for a millisecond, running back in with the present in his hand. “Open! Open! Open!” Liv chuckled and ran her fingers through Noah’s curls. Liv opened the small gift, that Noah had wrapped with a little bit of help.
“Oh, Noah it’s beautiful!” Liv exclaimed lifting the silver dainty necklace from the box “thank you my sweet boy” You leant against the doorframe to Olivia’s room and watched the pair together. They reminded you of you and your mum.
It had just been the two of you your whole life but you never felt like you missed out on anything. Your grandparents wanted nothing to do with your mother when she fell pregnant and your dad went away when you less than 3 years old - so it really was just the two of you. You’d spend weekends at the park or having movie marathons together. You’d cook together and on special occasions, she’d take you to see a broadway. It was the two of you against the world and in the 8 months of living at the Benson house, you had a feeling it was the same for Liv and Noah.
You subtly wiped a tear about to fall from your eye. Liv looked at you, either not noticing the tear or deciding not to say anything.
The rest of the day was spent lounging around the apartment. You putting the final touches on an assignment while Noah played in front of the TV. Taking a great from your homework, you made your way to the kitchen where Liv was making dinner.
“Hi sweetheart, dinner will be ready soon” Liv smiled over her shoulder to you. A moment of silence passed, you took deep breaths. “y/n? are you, okay sweetheart?”
“Y-yeah um” you took a breath to calm yourself “It-its my first mother’s day without mum...and I didn’t really know how it was going to go” Liv set the knife in her hand down, giving you her full attention
“I know y/n, I know how hard it’s been for you this past year and I knew today was going to be hard for you. Just know I’m always here”
“I know” you smiled “It actually wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. Helping Noah with breakfast, it reminded me of cooking with my mum”
“And thank you for the necklace” Liv touched her neck
“That was all Noah”
“Amanda and I made a deal, since Noah, Jesse and Billie don’t have dad’s in their lives to help with this sort of thing we agreed that we’d help them, me with Jesse and Billie, Amanda with Noah” Liv explained, “Amanda told me that when she asked Noah about getting my present he told her he already had it, so I just assumed it was going to be something he made. I know he’s a smart boy but he definitely did not save his pocket money enough for this”
“It was nothing” you shrugged “But uh... speaking of nothing, I got you this” you held out a small gift bag. Liv smiled and took the bag, her smile growing as she pulled out a small teddy bear.
“I didn’t have an Amanda growing up” you chuckled “The first year I got mum a mother’s day present without her knowing I was 7. I saved my pocket money and bought her a teddy bear. She loved it so much, every year I got her one...” Liv’s eyes filled with tears “so I just thought...it’s stupid I know-“
“It is not stupid, not at all” Liv reached out and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you to her chest. “I love it y/n and I love you” you squeezed her tighter at her words. It wasn’t the first time she had told you that she loved you, but it was the first time that you were letting yourself believe it.
“I love you too Liv” you whispered, you felt Liv’s heart skip a beat as she ran her fingers through your hair.
“Hey! What’s going on?” Noah frowned coming into the kitchen “What’s wrong? Why are you crying y/n?” you hadn’t even noticed that you were
“Nothing’s wrong Noah, happy tears” you smiled at the little boy
“Come on Noah set the table dinner is ready” Liv said, giving you one last squeeze. Your life had changed a lot in a year, some of it had been hell but you were thankfully for what had come out of it.
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Stiff
For: @storiesofsvu one year bingo.
Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader.
Square: Only one bed
WC: 443
Warnings: touches on smut.
Enjoy x
You and Sonny had been sent out of state overnight to get intel for a case you guys had been handed from Vice. Liv had booked a room with two double beds but when you got to the hotel to check in you had been told they never received the request and the only room they had left had one double bed. You were both tired from the drive and the hours spent running through the case files with the other officers, you both just wanted to shower and get some sleep.
Sonny blushed when he heard there was only one bed and he offered to sleep on the floor. You had always had feelings for him the moment he arrived at SVU and were secretly cheering you were going to be in the same bed, it would fuel your fantasies for months.
After showering and watching an old Big Bang Theory episode you both settled into bed turning off the bed side table lights. As soon as you both laid down you felt Sonny roll right to the edge of the bed going stiff and you started to feel bad that Sonny felt too uncomfortable for the situation,
“Sonny I won’t bite, but if you’re that uncomfortable I can go and sleep in the car”
Sonny rolled over from the edge of the bed to face you and you felt a poke in your thigh.
“It’s ah- not that- I just- here with you-it’s everything” Sonny cleared his throat “It’s what I have- ah wanted since I saw ya” he cleared his throat again.
If it wasn’t so dark in the room you would have seen his bright red face and he would have seen your grin. You moved closer to Sonny, your bodies now touching and reached down under the covers cupping his hard cock through his pj bottoms,
“Is this for me?” you whispered
“Yes” Sonny whimpered, his hand coming down to grab yours, pulling it so he could slide it into his pants and boxers. You wrapped your hand around his long length and started to move up and down him, his pre cum covering your hand and Sonny’s lips found yours in the dark deepening the kiss straight away “Feels so good Y/N” Sonny groaned.
“Have you thought about this Dominick my hand around you jerking you off? Or have you thought about more”
“Yes, more” he grunted and he started thrusting his hips into your hand.
“Be a good boy and don’t make too much of a mess and I promise when we get home and you cook me your lasagne, your dessert will be me”
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“God I love Weddings!”
Another entry for @storiesofsvu bingo!
I’m hoping “hooking up at a wedding” counts as “Wedding Date”....I mean, what’s more of a date than that? 😉
Warning: Smut. Duh. ☺️
You were a bridesmaid at Chloe, your closest girlfriends' wedding. You didn't know a lot about her husband, just that he was a fancy lawyer. But when you and your friends walked into the groom's room to meet the groomsmen, you were shocked to see just how good looking his friends were. One in particular. His brown hair was slicked back, gorgeous green eyes, and he was definitely working the groomsmen suits better than the other two duds.
"Dibs" you whispered to your friends.
"Which one?" Chloe leaned in, having heard you.
'That one" you pointed to the man.
"Ah good choice," she smiled at you. Then in a very LOUD voice she announced to the best man.
"Hey Brad, Y/N calls dibs on Rafael!!!"
"Oh my god what is WRONG with you?!" You hissed, grabbing her arm as the rest of the bridal party giggled and taunted you.
Rafael immediately turned and looked straight at you, his eyes brightened and a panty dropping smile crawled across his lips. He walked over to your group, eyeing you up and down.
"So is that how this works? You ladies just decide which one of us you 'want', like picking lobsters at a restaurant?"
"Like you and your buddies weren't over there doing the same damn thing," you raised an eyebrow, making him laugh in amusement.
"I like you," he extended his hand, "Rafael Barba,".
"Y/N" you took his hand and gently shook it, trying not to swoon right there.
"Alright ladies and gents, I will see you at the altar!" Chloe waved and walked out of the room, leaving you and your friends to get acquainted with your escorts.
"So, how do you know the groom?" You hated making small talk.
"We went to law school together," He shrugged.
"Oh so you're a lawyer too?"
“...I’m the ADA,” He looked at you with a dumbfounded stare, clearly shocked you didn’t know who he was.
“...Am I supposed to know what that is?” You looked back in confusion.
“The Assistant District Attorney,”
“...Oh so you’re ‘big shot’ lawyer,” You smirked.
“Something like that,” He smirked back. “And you?”
“Oh Chloe and I grew up together,”
“Oh, another Upper East Side princess? Lovely,” He rolled his eyes.
“Excuse you?” You crossed your arms. “I also have a master’s from NYU, Mr. Business,”
“In what, fashion marketing?” He gave you a tongued smile. He liked to push buttons; you were kind of loving it.
“No, in makeup chemistry,” You flipped your hair, drawing a hearty laugh from Rafael. “In journalism,” You added, making sure he knew you were kidding.
“Nice, so a smart princess,”
“Well I’m not gonna waste time waiting on a prince,”
“Good,” He smirked.
Before you could say anything else, the wedding coordinator was calling for all the “couples” to line up, ready to enter the chapel.
“Shall we?” He presented his arm to you.
“We shall,” You wrapped your own arm around him with a smile.
You walked down the aisle arm in arm, and continued to stare at each other throughout the entire ceremony. You tried desperately to focus on Chloe, but Rafael’s smolder was too hard to resist.
As the music played and the bride and groom skipped down the aisle in marital bliss, Rafael took your arm once again.
“Nice job keeping your eyes on your ‘best friend’,” He teased.
“Yeah I could say the same thing!” You teased back, nudging him with your elbow.
“I couldn’t help it, your cha chas are hanging out,” He half laughed, making you hit him harder.
“They are NOT!” You hissed, self consciously pulling up your dress. You couldn’t help it if your boobs were not really made to be encased in clothes.
“Oh ok, yeah they’re ‘not’,” He replied sarcastically.
“You know what, I’m done with you,” You started to walk away from him, but he caught your hand.
“No you’re not,” He whispered, pulling you into a coat closet.
“What the-- What are you doing?!” You squealed, the door closing behind you. You were now practically on top of Rafael, his arms were around your waist, your arms instinctively went around his neck as you practically tripped on your way inside the closet.
“I thought we both felt a spark,” He grinned in the dimly lit closet. “And I’m never wrong,”
“Really?” You scoffed.
“Tell me I’m wrong and you can walk right out of here hermosa,” He caressed your cheek. You stared at him for a moment, his green eyes were full of lust. His smile was intoxicating. Yeah, you definitely felt SOMETHING.
“....Alright stud you’ve got fifteen minutes, we have to be there when they cut the cake.” You agreed.
“Deal,” He grabbed you in a hungry, passionate kiss; his hands pulled down the up do you had your hair in, tossing the flowered hair clip aside.
“Hey! I needed that--” You started to complain, but Rafael’s hand up your dress left you speechless.
“I think you needed that more, carino,” He chuckled, running his digits in and out of you.
“Fuck yes,” you gasped, fondling with his belt. You unzipped his pants to reveal a rather large erection sticking out of it.
“Thank you God,” You mouthed to the sky.
“Alright now, no screaming carino, we’re in a church,” He chuckled huskily, lifting your dress above your thighs and plunging straight into you.
You did your best not to moan as you slammed against the door, Rafael pumping in and out of you fiercely. As an alternative, you kept your mouth busy by gnawing on Rafael’s neck, causing his own stifled moans of pleasure. He pulled your dress down off your chest, so your very large “cha chas” were front and center.
“Oh I see, are these the ‘sparks’ you felt, counselor?” You did your best to sound snarky, but the pleasure was too much.
“Indeed, princess,” He growled, grabbing one of them in his mouth and sucking hard on your nipples. You wanted to moan so loud, and now his neck was out of reach. You felt it rising out of your throat, but before you could scream a hand flew over your mouth.
Thank God Rafael had made note of your pleasure faces, it was just in time for you to finish in a muffled scream of ecstasy, followed quickly by Rafael’s own shaking and final moaning. He slowly let you out of his grasp, as you fell against the door of the closet.
“Look at that, we’ve still got 10 whole minutes,” He laughed breathlessly.
“Good, I have to go wash your baby gravy off of my legs, ya perv,” You shook your head and grabbed one of the nearby coats to wipe the warm trail of cum trailing down your legs.
“Oh my god,” Rafael looked on in disgust.
“Don’t look at me like that, you did it!” You hit him while you wiped it off and haphazardly tossed the coat into the very back of the closet. Maybe it was a lost and found jacket.
“Alright alright, check if the coast is clear princess,” He rolled his eyes. You cracked the closet door open a tad, making sure the guests had all exited the chapel. To your relief, the hallway was empty. You threw open the door and walked out, Rafael on your heels. You leaned down and picked up the flowered clip, gesturing to your hair.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you in there,” You nodded at him, indicating you were off to fix the damage.
“I guess you shall,” He winked, giving you one last quick kiss.
As he walked away, you couldn’t help but giggle with giddiness.
“God I love weddings,” You smiled to yourself as you headed into the ladies room.
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@storiesofsvu didn’t say her Bingo entries could be gif edits, but she didn’t specify they couldn’t be, so here it is!
This fills the You Were Good to Me - Jeremy Zucker prompt
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Cat Moms Included
Pairing: Frederick Chilton x FemReader
Word Count: 1,862
For: @storiesofsvu 1 Year Anniversary Bingo
Square: Mother's/Father's Day
TW: none really, briefly implied smut, but mostly tooth-rotting fluff
A/N: Yes, I know I'm a bit late for Mother's Day, but hey, I got something done! Cat Daddy Frederick and Buttercup are back, and they brought a whole lot of fluff with them. As always, if anyone wants to be tagged in a future fic post, please let me know!
Tags: @madamsnape921; @itsjustmyfantasyroom; @prurientpuddlejumper; @thatesqcrush; @raulesparza4eva; @teamsladsandgents; @welcometothemxdhouse
Frederick was awoken by a gentle pressure on his chest and a small wet nose nuzzling his own. His eyes fluttered open to see Buttercup’s furry face gazing back at him. She rubbed her face against his chin.
“Mew?”
“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” he said softly to the growing kitten. “I suppose you want breakfast?”
“Mew.”
“Okay then,” Frederick chuckled, giving her a little scratch between her ears. “You’re going to have to move so I can get up and freshen up first.” Buttercup let out a huff, but reluctantly padded down to the end of the bed and sat down.
Now came the hard apart. Frederick cast his eyes to you. You were curled up next to him, still asleep, using him as your pillow with one arm draped across his torso. One of his arms was wrapped around you, making sure that you didn’t drift away from him during the night. And you were still both very naked from the previous night’s activities. Frederick brushed a wisp of hair out of your face with his free hand, and his heart swelled with love when you sighed contentedly in your sleep and a soft smile crept across your lips. The last thing he wanted to do was tear himself away from your side. But if he wanted to feed Buttercup and prepare the final part of your surprise, he was going to have to.
He slowly and carefully extracted himself from your limbs, thanking his lucky stars that you were a sound sleeper. All the while Buttercup was staring him down and flicking her tail impatiently. He moved to the dresser, pulling out a clean pair of briefs, pajama pants, and a t-shirt, and headed to the en-suite bathroom to dress and brush his teeth. When he was done freshening up and dressed, he stepped back out into the bedroom, and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Darling! I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“Hmm?” You looked up at him through dreamy half-lidded eyes, cuddling Buttercup. “Oh, no, my sweet girl just wanted to cuddle with her mommy, isn’t that right sweetie?” Buttercup just purred and rubbed her head against your cheek.
“Or she’s trying to coerce you into a second breakfast,” said Frederick with a sigh.
“Mew?” Buttercup whipped her head around at the sound of the word “Breakfast”.
“Yes, I’m still going to feed you. Now, come along and let your mother go back to sleep.” Buttercup swiftly stood and leapt from the bed down to the floor. Frederick looked back you lovingly. “I’ve got this, my love, you rest and stay right here. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? For me?” Your eyes went wide. “Frederick, you shouldn’t. You already spoil me far too much.”
Frederick walked to the edge of the bed and cupped your face in his hands. “You, my exquisite angel, deserve to be spoiled every day. And I fully intend to spend the rest of my life doing just that.” His lips found yours, melding perfectly with them, just like always. You moaned into the kiss and grabbed his t-shirt, trying to pull him closer. Frederick chuckled at this and gently pulled away, drawing a whine from you. “There will be plenty of time for that later, my love, but first, your surprise, and believe it or not, Buttercup helped.”
You giggled at that and glanced down at you fur baby. “Oh, did she now?”
“Mew.”
“She did indeed,” answered Frederick, “and I just need you to stay right here and don’t come downstairs, regardless of what you might hear or smell.”
“I’m extremely concerned, but I can do that.” You kissed him one more time. “You and Buttercup go do whatever it is you need to do; I need to use the bathroom.”
Buttercup jumped off the bed as Frederick took your hand helped you stand. He sucked in a breath at the sight of your still naked body, awestruck by your beauty. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you made a point of teasing your lover, making it impossible for him to not stare at your ass as you bent over to pick your green silk robe up off the floor.
“Like what you see, Frederick?” You slung the robe over your shoulder and swayed your hips as you sauntered toward the bathroom.
“You minx, you know perfectly well that I can never get enough.”
“Well, I guess you’d better hurry back then.” You gave him a suggestive look over your shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.
Frederick released a breath and looked down at Buttercup. “Let’s get to work then, shall we?”
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You took your time brushing your teeth and washing your face. You were incessantly curious as to what Frederick and Buttercup were up to. As far as you knew, it wasn’t a special occasion. Not that Frederick needed one as an excuse to spoil you. He did so every chance he got. You did your best to do the same for him. It just seemed odd. The both of you always slept in on Sunday mornings. Even if Buttercup woke you up demanding breakfast, you were usually the one to get up and feed her, always coming right back to the comfort of Frederick’s arms after she was settled. You brushed your hair out and exited the bathroom. You would know soon enough what your dear, sweet man had up his sleeve.
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After putting down fresh food and water for Buttercup, Frederick washed his hands, started brewing a fresh pot of your favorite coffee, and got to work. He had gotten out the waffle iron (and its instruction manual) and set it up on the counter the night before. He began pulling additional items from the cabinets and refrigerator one-by-one: a mixing bowl, waffle mix, a whisk, measuring cups, vegetable oil, eggs, chocolate chips, fresh strawberries, whipped cream, butter, syrup, and non-stick cooking spray. He opened the waffle iron and made sure the heart shaped mold was still securely attached, then closed it, plugged it in, and pushed the button to pre-heat.
He then got to work with measuring and mixing. He followed the instructions on the box of waffle mix, doing everything in the same order that you always did. He even used your method for cracking eggs, counting to three before swiftly cracking the shell on the edge of the bowl. He had been practicing with you for months. You loved waffles, and he had wanted to be able to make them for you. It had started with him observing and taking notes, but you insisted that when it came to cooking, you had to learn by doing. And so, you had given him a task and provided him with plenty of encouragement and praise. And you never yelled or belittled him when he made mistakes. You would always reassure him and the two of you would figure out a way to fix it.
“Mew,” Buttercup interrupted his train of thought. He glanced down and smiled at her, then chuckled as he saw her crouch down, wiggle her backside, then leap from the floor to the countertop.
“You’re getting good at that,” he remarked, “a month ago you still needed a chair to help you get all the way up. You’re getting bigger and stronger every day.”
“Mew,” replied Buttercup. “Mew?”
“Yes, I’m cooking without supervision. It’s all part of our plan to surprise Mommy, remember?”
“Mew?”
“Yes, I know what I’m doing.” Frederick finished whisking the waffle batter and verified that the waffle iron was hot and ready to go. He opened it and carefully and sprayed it with the non-stick cooking spray, and then used a measuring cup to pour the batter into the mold. He then closed the device and flipped it over, activating the built-in timer. He moved to busy himself with slicing up the strawberries while waiting.
“Mew?”
“Yes, I signed your name on the card.”
“Mew?”
“Yes, your gift is all wrapped and hiding in the bedroom closet.”
“Mew, mew?”
“Yes, I know I left my cane upstairs. I’ll be okay without it. And yes, I can get the tray upstairs without dropping it. I practiced while Mommy was at the store yesterday.”
The waffle maker started beeping and Frederick flipped it over and opened it. A heart shaped, golden brown chocolate chip waffle sat in the center of it, and Frederick grinned, quite please with himself. He used a fork to lift it out of the machine and onto a plate. He looked over at Buttercup, who appeared to be rather impressed.
“Not bad for “unsupervised”, eh? What do you say we try another one?”
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You were lounging in bed in the silk pajamas that Frederick had bought you for Christmas, a copy of Jane Austen’s “Northanger Abbey” in hand. Frederick and Buttercup had not yet returned, and your curiosity gnawed at you with every passing moment. Your stomach growled for the umpteenth time. If they didn’t return soon you going to march down into the kitchen and devour whatever you found in the fridge. But then you heard the sound of feet padding steadily up the stairs, and sound of Frederick’s voice telling Buttercup to go on ahead. You put down your book as you saw Buttercup come trotting into the room. She leapt up onto the bed and made herself comfortable in your open arms. You kissed the top of her head and she purred contentedly.
“There’s my sweet baby, did you have fun with Daddy?”
“I would say so, “said Frederick, entering the room with a try of food, coffee, and cranberry juice.
“Frederick, what’s all this?” You sat up as Frederick made his way over to the bed, carefully placing the tray across your lap. Your mouth watered at the sight of the waffles, topped with butter, syrup, strawberries, and whipped cream.
“It’s for you, my love, Happy Mother’s Day,” replied Frederick, kissing your cheek.
“Mother’s Day? But Frederick we don’t- “
“It’s been expanded to include pet moms, and that means you,” said Frederick matter-of-factly. “And Buttercup agrees with me, don’t you sweetheart?”
“Mew,” said Buttercup, nuzzling your cheek with her nose.
You felt yourself getting misty eyed, your heart swelling with emotions. “Oh Frederick, thank you, it’s perfect. Now, come here.” You patted the spot next to you and pulled Frederick in for a kiss as he sat down next to you. “I love you, Frederick.”
“I love you, too, darling. Now, dig in.” He indicated the waffles, and you quickly picked the knife and fork and did so.
“Mmm… Frederick these are amazing! You did wonderful job, my love.”
“Thank you, my darling, I had an expert teacher.”
“Mew?” You saw Buttercup eyeing the plate hungrily, licking her chops. You put a small dollop of whipped cream on your finger and held it out to her. She eagerly lapped it up. You giggled and placed another kiss on her head. “Such a silly girl.”
And with that, you settled in, content to enjoy your breakfast and spend the day relaxing with your beloved boyfriend and fur baby.
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StoriesofSVU Bingo: Mother’s Day
My first drabble for @storiesofsvu‘s bingo! A cute little drabble about Mother’s Day cards with Olivia & Noah.
Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31440527
“We made it at school!” Noah declared triumphantly, brandishing the folded purple construction paper in his hand. “Look, I made it in a heart, like for Valentine’s. But it’s purple ‘cause it’s not Valentines.” He beamed up at his mother, offering the heart with pride. “I put glitter on it too… I thought you’d like it.”
Olivia took the heavily decorated card and looked it over, unable to control the grin that lit up her face. “Noah, thank you, this is so thoughtful.”
“Okay, okay, now read it! On the inside!” Noah jumped up and down, his tone growing urgent.
“Alright, let’s see here…” Olivia opened the card to see I LOVE YOU MOMMY and best Mommy EVER in Noah’s typical crayon scrawl. “Oh, sweetie, I love you too.” She pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head—the sentiment “best Mommy ever” would be a silly statement to most parents, but to Olivia, it was worth its weight in gold. The slightest sting of tears came to her eyes as she held Noah close, knowing he was safe and sound.
Years later, Olivia found her son rifling through the plastic bin that she had deemed his “memory box” in his childhood bedroom. He was elbow-deep in old school papers and projects, a look of concentration on his face. “Hey,” Olivia said, watching Noah jump with a start. “Woah, hey, sorry—what’re you looking for?”
Noah glanced away bashfully as he paused in his search. “Just, uh… that old recording of my first recital? I wanted to show it to my class; they practically begged to see it.”
“Let me help you, kiddo,” Olivia said, moving to stand beside him. “Oh, wow, look at all this.”
“You’re the one who saved it for me,” Noah countered, smiling to himself as he carefully stacked more folders and photo albums on the bed. A smaller shoebox was unearthed, and Noah opened it. “It’s gotta be in here.”
Olivia gasped. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said as she reached into the shoebox, “you kept this too?” It was the purple construction paper heart, slightly worn and creased with age, but the glitter and crayon stayed the same. “Best Mommy ever; I remember. The first Mother’s Day card you ever gave me.”
Noah now knew the weight the sentiment carried, pursing his lips and nodding solemnly. “It’s still true,” he said, leaning on her shoulder. “And always will be.”
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Hotel Woes
Alex Cabot x fem!reader
Warnings: language.
Covers the “only one bed” square of storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
There will be a follow up/part 2 coming for this one too! It’s just a wee lil drabble
“Oh you can’t possibly be serious.” The complaint came from Alex before you’d even managed to get into the hotel room.
“What?” You asked, running a hand over your very tired face.
“There’s only one bed.” She groaned, dropping her purse into a chair.
“Honestly at this point I do not care, I’m tired enough I could sleep on the fucking floor.” You kicked off your heels, practically ripping your blazer off to recklessly toss in the direction of the laundry rack. “I need to shower airplane grime off me, in the meantime you can decide if you’re too pussy to share a bed or not.”
You and Alex were the two senior A.D.A’s currently sharing sex crimes, you’d moved in from homicide when you were still her junior, working together over the years. While you got along well enough you didn’t exactly spend time together outside of work and aside from the other’s preferred trial methods and the like, you didn’t know much about each other. This week, you’d had to fly out to Seattle for a conference and because the department was footing the bill, you knew you’d be sharing a hotel room, but hadn’t expected this.
And you hadn’t been kidding about being tired enough to sleep on the floor, between the blizzard raging in New York and high winds in Seattle you’d been sitting in the airport waiting on delay after delay after delay. Thanks to it being a work thing, you were expected to look the part, heels and a skirt suit didn’t exactly make anyone’s mood better when crammed in a tin box with not enough space to get comfortable, especially as you circled and waited for proper landing conditions.
When you were done with your lightning fast shower and changed into cozy pyjamas you exited the bathroom to find Alex finishing up her skin care routine, just about to brush her teeth. You trudged over to your bag to grab your own tooth brush as you spoke.
“You makin’ me sleep on the floor, or what?”
“No.” She half slurred before daintily spitting, “it’s late enough as is, we can try to sort this out in the morning.”
“Try not to karate kick me with you giraffe legs.”
“Wow. I can’t make any promises if you hog the covers.” She tossed back, dropping her toothbrush back into her toiletry bag before crossing to the bed. “If I set an alarm for seven is that good?”
“Too fucking early but yeah.” You grumbled, quickly brushing your teeth before flicking off the light, using the glow of Alex’s phone to find your way to the bed, slipping under the covers, hoping you were doing a decent job of giving her enough space.
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You awoke with a start when someone slammed a door down the hallway from your room. While your body slightly jolted you didn’t open your eyes, wanting to hold onto your drowsiness, knowing you didn’t have very long to sleep that night.
You nuzzled deeper into the mattress, a soft scent of lilac filling your nostrils. That was when you realized the smell was Alex’s shampoo, not the detergent, and that her arm was loosely thrown around you. You tried to discreetly shift away from her and she grumbled softly, the arm tightening and pulling you closer to her. Then you felt her body stiffen as her eyes scrunched a minute before they cracked open and she winced at the sight of you awake.
“Sorry…” she half laughed, pulling her arm back into her own space.
“S’ok.” You mumbled, then laughed, “honestly it was kinda nice, been a long time since I’ve had a good cuddle sesh.”
“You’re not weirded out?”
“Nah. But my shoulder’s killing me, will ya let me roll over?” She chuckled and shoved at your shoulder so you could do as asked, her arm returning to wrap around your middle while she nuzzled in closer to you.
“Whatever you use for your shampoo smells amazing.” She murmured.
“Al?”
“Yeah?”
“We have to be up in like, an hour and a half, can we leave discussing my hair care for then?”
“Sorry.” She chuckled softly, giving your arm a gentle squeeze before she nestled into her pillow.
Honestly, even despite the shortened amount of time to rest, and the mid sleep interruption, it was one of the best sleeps either of you had had in months, and at least this way you wouldn’t have to hassle the poor front desk about changing rooms for the week.
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Paper Rings
Rita Calhoun x fem!reader
Warnings: language, fluff
Covers the “Paper Rings” by Tswift square of storiesofsvuoneyearbingo.
Rita was in the home office, the door wide open since she wasn’t working on anything too important, and it was mid Saturday afternoon, she didn’t want you to feel like she was kicking you out or anything. A phone call had lead to a new light being shed on the case and she just wanted to go over her arguments and questioning quickly. It probably could have waited until later on Sunday evening, but in case she did find something she needed to revamp she wanted to have ample time to form it.
Spring had finally sprung in New York, the warm breeze flowing through the apartment while the flowers were in full bloom, the city alive again with people enjoying the warmth. The two of you had indulged in a lazy morning, breakfast ordered in and eaten in bed, limbs still entangled as you fed each other little bites of bacon and waffles. After a quick shower and finally getting dressed for the day you’d began to make a tentative plan to go enjoy as much of the outdoors as one could get within city limits. Rita had suggested a drive out to the Hamptons but your nose crinkled and asked if you could wait until it was warm enough to actually go in the ocean. She laughed softly, kissing the scrunch out of your nose and agreed, opting for a walk through the park (with extra coffee of course) followed by a late lunch at Papillon.
It appeared her phone call and work interruption was taking a little too long for your liking, she heard you rustle through the outer part of the apartment, clicking on a playlist as you normally did whenever you were cooking. While breakfast had been big, you had a pretty early dinner the previous night (followed by some more than enthusiastic adult times) and you were starting to feel peckish, even if you did have lunch plans. The music floated through the apartment, Rita smiling at your affinity for playful pop songs, knowing there was no doubt you were having a little dance party for one as you put together a snack. A small sizzle from a pan echoed through the air and Rita sighed softly, as much as she wanted to focus on getting the work done, she simply just wanted to be able to spend her weekend with her girl.
“Oh fuck yes!”
She chuckled at your excited mumble as you turned up the volume on the speaker, a song she recognized as Taylor Swift bouncing off the walls, your muted voice singing along to the words. Smiling, she shut her laptop, flipping closed the file and pushed it off to the side to be dealt with later.
She found you exactly as she’d pictured, adorned in cute little cozy romper that you wore so often she’d bought you one in every colour, hips bopping to the tune of the song as you shifted whatever was in the pan. You did a little spin, giggling at the sight of her leaning against the door way, nearly pausing your moments.
“Oh by all means, don’t stop on my accord.” She smiled and you let out a louder laugh, as if her watching eyes had ever made you self conscious before.
“Only if you join me.” You smirked, grabbing at her hand as you tugged her further into the kitchen. Rita let out a soft laugh but wasn’t about to let you dance alone. Right as the chorus started the spatula became your microphone as you openly sang the lyrics out to her, “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings, uh-hu! That’s right! Darlin’ you’re the one I want.”
Laughing, the gleam in your eye ever evident you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, kissing her gently. She pulled you in for a second one and you gasped, jumping back as you moved the spatula away from her.
“It’s fine, I’m not exactly wearing Prada right now.” She teased and you giggled, stirring at the pan again before dropping the tool on the counter.
“I still don’t wanna risk getting garlic butter in your hair.” You leant forward, kissing her cheek quickly before your hand turned the dial on the speaker down, “sorry.” You winced, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your work.”
“I’m not complaining.” She wrapped an arm around your waist, nuzzling into your side, “besides that’s one of your favourite songs.” She half teased, poking at your ribs, and you swatted at her hand.
“It’s a fucking bop Rita.” You insisted and she laughed.
“I don’t get the paper rings thing.”
“Really?” You glanced up at her, brow furrowed.
“Well I get the sentiment of it, that part I understand.”
“When you were a kid did you never tie paper into a ring? Or like, grass when you were out playing with your friends?” You paused, feigning offence, “your parents did let you play in the park right?”
“I was allowed outside.” She scoffed, swatting at your arm before laying a kiss on your temple, “I can’t say I ever made grass rings for anyone.”
“You’re missin’ out, it’s the symbol of true love.” You mocked, “here…” your hand swiped one of the straws sitting on the counter that had come with the takeout that morning. Swiftly you ripped the package open, dumping the straw out of it before gesturing for Rita’s hand. She chuckled softly but held it up for you, watching as you expertly and carefully wound the paper around her left ring finger, managing to even tie it off into the best resembling gem that you could. After tearing off the excess paper you looked up to her, shrugging, “one of my friends was super good with origami, she learnt how to make super cute rings, we all had matching ones in school until we realized paper was water soluble.”
“Adorable.” Rita chuckled, kissing your cheek gently.
“Sorry.” You kissed her cheek quickly, “I should let you get back to work.”
“On the contrary, work can wait. Whatever you’re making smells delicious and I promised you a day together.”
“Snack and then we’ll head out?” You asked, “try and actually catch some sun before it disappears?”
“Sounds like the greatest way to spend a day.” Rita smiled, kissing you softly before you moved back to the stove.
You’d thrown together the leftover shrimp from the other night with a few varying veggies that you knew wouldn’t take too long to grill up. Knowing Rita might’ve been hungry you’d tossed in enough to share, but it still wasn’t a huge portion. You ate quickly and then left the apartment hand in hand, basking in the sun as you made your way down to the park.
Rita was still insistent on stopping at your usual favourite coffee shop for the mid afternoon pick me up, though you opted for an iced latte today trying the new feature flavour they had, claiming that it was finally warm enough out you wanted to actually indulge. Rita couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at you, she was never one for adding sweetness to her coffee, and thought that a lot of the flavourings seemed a bit ridiculous (and don’t even get her started on pumpkin spice) but as long as she wasn’t drinking it, she’d put up with your habits.
Central Park was busy, as you’d expected, families out taking advantage of the big fields, parents playing a variety of sports with their kids, some simply playing tag trying to burn off as much energy from the little ones that they could outside of the apartment for once. You paused slightly watching a Dad playing a makeshift game of kickball while you sucked the last of your coffee through the straw, your eyes nearly lingering before tossing the cup into the trash. You felt the squeeze of Rita’s hand around yours and you glanced up to her face, head tilted in question.
“You sure you don’t want to have kids?” She asked hesitantly and you nodded.
“Yeah. A hundred percent.” You fell back into step beside her, your free hand wrapping around her bicep softly, “while I like the idea of kids, tiny humans who are half you? That you get to experience the world for the first time again through their eyes, watch the succeed in life, yeah that sounds great. But I’m not here for the tantrums, and the exhaustion, the price of raising a kid! Do you have any idea how expensive diapers are? Jesus…” she laughed at your muttering, “I am more than happy and satisfied with being an Aunt.”
“Good.” She mused, kissing your cheek softly as you continued to make your way through the park.
“I wouldn’t say no to a cat though.”
“A cat I can definitely deal with.” She laughed softly, smiling into the soft kiss you laid on her lips.
As planned, you stopped in for an semi early dinner, splitting plates of calamari, shrimp tacos and mushroom risotto croquettes. You practically dragged Rita into a bakery a few doors down, nearly drooling over the pastries as you tried to decide which ones would be coming home with you. Laughing, she kissed you softly, telling you to just get one of everything that you had your eye on. You kissed her nearly breathless in excitement and adoration for the way she spoiled you on a regular basis. (The shop owner couldn’t help but smile, throwing in a few extra tarts on the house because not only were you regulars, but you were too cute not to).
Back at the apartment you laid the treats out on the coffee table while Rita cracked a bottle of wine, bringing it over to you. The windows had a perfect view as the sky turned a swirling combination of pink and yellow, hints of blue clinging onto the season as the sun began to sink in the horizon. Leaning against her shoulder you picked up Rita’s hand in yours, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles before you lifted your head, glancing down at the straw wrapper still wrapped around her finger.
“You’re still wearing that?” You half laughed.
“Guess it just felt natural.” She murmured softly, pressing a kiss into your forehead, “feels kind of unfair that you don’t have one.”
“Well isn’t that how it works?” You playfully shoved at her arm, “if I ask you to marry me you’d be the one with the ring until the wedding, right?”
“I suppose.” She sighed, suddenly pushing up from the couch, “still feels like you deserve one.”
“Well bring me the other straw, I’ll teach you how to make one.” You nestled into the couch, your attention distracted by the t.v, “better yet I can pick up some origami paper tomorrow and we can try to make the fancy ones.” You heard Rita rummaging through one of the drawers in the kitchen and your brow furrowed, though it stayed on the show in front of you, “it’s on the counter babe.”
“I’ve got a better idea.” She called back and you wondered what on earth she was going on about, even more so when she returned to the couch with nothing in her open hand.
“Where’s the straw?”
“You said you liked shiny things.” She half shrugged, revealing the little blue box in her other hand and you gasped.
“Rita…” your hands flew to your mouth as she cracked the box open, you’d had no doubt the diamond was going to be extravagant but you still weren’t prepared. “That certainly is fucking shiny.”
“Darling…you’re the one that I want.” Her free hand cupped at your cheek gently, “believe me, I had something a little more extravagant planned for this weekend but you axed going to the Hamptons.”
“I’m so sorry…”
“Oh don’t be.” She half scoffed, “being with you isn’t about the fancy times, it’s about being together, forever. I want your dreary Monday’s, I want your complications too. In picture frames, in dirty dreams.” You couldn’t help but giggle at that sentiment, “I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you to come around and I’m surprised I even waited this long to ask. Will you marry me?”
“Oh Rita Calhoun of fucking course I’ll marry you.” Your voice was clogged with tears as you lunged toward her, your arms tightly wrapping around her shoulders as hers slid around your waist. You nearly laughed at the heavy sigh of relief she let out, cupping the back of your head softly as she pressed a kiss to your temple. As if you could ever say no to her, much less say no to spending your life with her. “I love you so much you couldn’t even imagine.” You murmured into her shoulder
“Darling I really think I can.” Her own words were thick with emotion by now and you pulled back, your hands trailing down her arms as you saw the happy tears in her eyes. The hand not holding the ring box moved back up to your face, wiping away a stray tear, “I love you more than anything. And another day going by without you knowing that I wanted to be your wife was a waste.”
“Well it’s a good thing I know now.” You teased, watching as she slipped the diamond onto your finger, “I can’t believe I get you as my wife.”
“Likewise sweetheart.” She murmured softly as she leant in, her lips meeting yours in a deep yet soft kiss. Your lips moving with grace against each other’s before a small giggle broke you apart.
“Guess you can take off that silly paper one now.”
“Oh…I’ll take it off but it’s not going anywhere.” Very carefully she raised her hand, slipping the paper off her finger, she shifted forward, dropping into the small dish on the coffee table, “without it I doubt I would have had the courage to ask you today.” She kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled quietly, “technically, you instigated this. We can think of a better place to keep it later.”
“And you’ll let me buy you a shiny one?”
“Of course darling.” Rita kissed you once again, the smile breaking out on her cheeks as she gazed at you in what could only be described as ultimate true love. She’d loved you from the moment she had met you, and now? She got to spend the rest of her life with you and neither of you could be any happier than you were in that moment.
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Two Broken Halves
Casey Novak x Alex Cabot
Warnings: language, very minor angst/lots of emotions.
Covers the “Love Somebody” by Maroon 5 square of storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
When Alex returned to New York she was worried, still a little scared, she wasn’t sure how to act, how to be or cope. She was apprehensive about returning to the D.A’s office right away, if she even wanted to. Part of her wanted to seek out her old friends, get comfort in familiar times, but every time she thought about picking up the phone she remembered the look in Olivia’s eyes, the one that had changed, that saw her as a victim. She knew Olivia couldn’t help it, it was the way she tried to help trauma survivors through their coping, but it stung. The entire time she’d been back for the Connors trial that hidden guilt never left those brown eyes. Alex wanted to feel like she was back where she was supposed to be, waltzing back into the precinct with her attitude held high, smirk on her cheeks and then she’d remember that it had been four years. People changed, life moved on, she’d been so out of touch she had no idea what had happened in that time frame for any of her old friends, and she knew some of it probably wasn’t an easy update over a drink. It was a long time, a lot could have happened, a lot did happen and she wasn’t ready to confront that bridge yet.
She instead found herself in a bar around the corner from her new apartment, the one that felt too cold, too bare as her things lay in packed boxes on the floor. She wasn’t ready to figure out who she was yet, she figured she could avoid it as long as possible if her old things stayed hidden out of view. The bar wasn’t her typical choice, then again, she wasn’t her typical self anymore. She’d sat herself against the side wall at a high table, a spot her subconscious deemed safe, one where she could see the front entrance and the exit to the kitchen, nothing behind her. It was one of those things she didn’t even realize she did. Half sulking in her drink as she tried not to get lost in her self sympathy a flutter of movement up at the bar half grabbed her attention and her eyes widened slightly at a familiar face looking back at her.
Casey’s hair was longer, blonder with a slight strawberry tinge to it, and in the past four years she’d aged perfectly. Though Alex could sense that the level of confidence the prosecutor had held in the Connors case was completely diminished, she looked a little lost herself as she hesitantly approached the table.
“Am…I allowed to say hi?” Casey’s brow furrowed, she hadn’t heard anything about Alex being back yet and didn’t want to risk something blowing up. Alex huffed out a laugh,
“Yeah.” She sucked back some of her drink, letting out a heavy sigh, “I’m myself again…or at least…I’m supposed to be.” Alex gestured to the spare chair, “have a seat.”
“Thanks.” Casey smiled gently, taking in the shrunken frame of the blonde, “are…you back at work?” Alex looked up at that, a look of confusion splayed across her features.
“Wouldn’t you already know that?”
“Uhu..” Casey huffed a small laugh, swigging back on her scotch, “not exactly…” she mirrored Alex’s shy glance up at her, not really wanting to admit to such a renowned prosecutor, “I got censured four months ago. My licence is suspended for three years.”
“Who’d you piss off?”
“Petrovsky. Donnelly. For a start… I think I was already on my last leg.”
“What was the straw that broke the camel’s back?” Alex watched as Casey’s features grimaced, and she nearly snorted, “c’mon, it’s not like I’m at the office, I’m not even talking to anyone from that crowd. I can’t press someone for gossip.” Casey’s features softened in surprise at that her eyes widening at the blonde before she pursed her lips and answered.
“A fucking brady violation.” She swung back her drink, “I…stretched the truth about lab reports. It was a cold case, the DNA had been comprised but the bastard…he deserved to go down. You don’t get to rape two little girls and kill one and just keep being a cop. It shouldn’t work like that.”
Alex’s resolve softened at the way she watched a hint of frustration tears gather in Casey’s eyes, the way her voice both hardened and nearly choked at the same time. Even from their short trial time together, she knew Casey took her cases seriously, and wore her emotions on her sleeve, that she was deeply passionate about getting justice for the right people. Her hand slid across the table, squeezing at the other woman’s forearm softly.
“I’m sorry.”
Her voice was softer than Casey had heard before, hell it was softer than any voice she’d heard over the past few months as those last few arguments replayed constantly in her brain. How upset Elizabeth had been with her, someone who was her mentor, who had looked out for her for years, completely irate with how Casey had played with the law.
The small sentimental moment was broken by a pop echoing through the bar, Alex jumped, her entire body stiffening as Casey watched panic fly through her eyes as they darted through the room.
“Hey…” Casey’s voice was impeccably quiet, her hand feather light on Alex’s wrist to grab her attention without spooking her further, “it was just a champagne bottle…”
“Sorry…” Alex felt her cheeks flush as she stared into her drink, her heart still racing in her chest, “I just…” she shrugged, feeling the start of embarrassment tears prickling into her eyes, not ready to look up yet.
“I know.” Casey squeezed her wrist softly, “I still triple check the locks and I can’t sleep unless the hall light’s on.”
“What?” She murmured, her brow furrowing when she glanced up at the other woman. Her first surprise was that there was no look of pity in the green eyes that stared back at her, Casey wasn’t looking at her like a victim, but as a friend.
“A story for another time.” She gave her a small smile, “we all have our own baggage. If you ever want to talk, I’m here.”
“I don’t even know where to start, I’m just a little…lost…”
“So am I.” Casey let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders weighing her entire body down.
Suddenly Alex could see the exhaustion in her face, the heavier bags under her eyes that certainly weren’t from staying up all hours doing trial prep. The emptiness within her from not knowing what to do now, having no idea where to go without the job she was so passionate about. She knew exactly how Casey felt, surviving in a place where your life once thrived, feeling like you no longer belonged in a place you’d called home for nearly your entire life.
“Would you…want to get out of here?” Alex asked quietly. Casey’s head shot up to hers, curiosity on her face and Alex faltered, “not, like that…at least not now.” The second half of her statement was barely above a whisper, so quiet Casey thought she’d imagined it, “just…to talk I guess? I still get kinda anxious being out for too long, but my apartment just feels so fucking empty.”
“Yeah.” Casey smiled, “that sounds great.”
That’s how it started.
An innocent run in in a city they both knew like the back of their hand but one that now made them feel completely disoriented with no idea which path they were supposed to take.
Casey and Alex found solace in each other. While the situations that lead them here may not have been the same, they both knew the world they’d left behind, and as the days bled into weeks, they started to uncover each other’s traumas, little habits one had to a full blown admission. A small coffee meet once a week turned into lunch or drinks every second day. Casey helped Alex unpack her apartment, helped her go through everything, deciding what she would want to keep and what wasn’t part of who she was anymore.
By the end of the first month, the two were completely comfortable with each other. Most nights they’d grab dinner somewhere in the city, never planning on staying too late, followed up by a movie or bottle of wine at one of their apartments before splitting ways. Alex still panicked about being out at night, knowing this, Casey usually chose restaurants closer to her apartment, and encouraged the after hangout there instead of her own place.
Thursday nights were their favourites, a lot of places had specials on, and the air felt like it was a weekend, but nowhere was as busy as it would be on a Friday or Saturday. Tonight, had been one full of joy, laughter as they exchanged horrifically embarrassing stories of their days at Harvard, how hard they’d bombed their first court appearances. Alex was laughing so hard at the comical way the other woman was telling her story there were tears streaking across her aching cheeks. Mid story Casey glanced over, the sparkle in those sapphire eyes so evident that it made her heart swell. She took immense pride in knowing that she was able to be the one to make Alex smile so brightly in a time that had previous been so dark. Alex noted the way she paused, the wild grin still on her face as she wiped away a tear.
“What?” She laughed out. Casey smiled, shaking her head.
“Nothing.” She pushed up from the couch, “more wine?”
“Please.”
Alex smiled, watching the way she easily moved through her apartment as if it was her own, as if she belonged there. Maybe the realization hit in that moment, maybe it had been lingering in the back of her brain for longer than she’d known, but that was the night she registered the fluttering in her chest as not anxiety, but the adoration of having Casey around. It wasn’t her body kicking her into fight or flight mode, it was her heart trying to get to notice what was right in front of her.
When the bottle of wine was drained, and the movie was over, the two were noticeably closer to each other, Casey’s arm nearly thrown around Alex as it rested on the back of the couch. The blonde shivered slightly as Casey’s hand tickled over her bare shoulder as she stood, moving into the kitchen. The t.v quietly droned into a commercial break and Alex couldn’t help but follow her to the other room.
“Just rinse ‘em” she stated, referring to the glasses when Casey went to pick up the soap. She raised a brow to her, but did as was asked.
“I guess I should head out.” She sighed.
“You could always stay…” Alex dared herself to say it, stepping an inch closer to her, letting her hands drop to her sides, “if you wanted?”
“Al..” She felt her chest tighten, worried that the blonde just wanted company, didn’t want to be alone in the dark, “is that a good idea?”
“I’m right in front of you, asking you to stay.” She hesitated, her hand curling into Casey’s, “I care about you…I guess more than I thought at first.”
Casey’s hand tugged Alex to her, her other hand softly cupping at her cheek, thumb stroking at her skin while green eyes searched blue. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for, lost for words as she lost herself in Alex’s eyes before the blonde nodded ever so lightly. Alex tilted her head in Casey’s palm, lips meeting as the gap closed between them. A soft and gentle kiss to break the ice, warm the potentially chilled waters of the past. The hands that had been holding slid around waists, tugging bodies tighter together, lips dancing with grace, only breaking when the need to resurface for air was dire.
Casey held her tight, resting against her forehead as her eyes still fluttered shut, breathing deeply as she tried to ground herself in the situation. Alex’s body was warm against hers, it was welcomed, it felt as if she’d finally stepped off the edge of a cliff she’d been toeing for years.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” She whispered out, her eyes squeezed for a moment, attempting to shove her emotions back deep within her. They flickered open at the soft feel of Alex kissing the tip of her nose, her gentle fingers coming up to rest on Casey’s cheeks.
“I’m not him…” Alex replied, the reassurance apparent in her eyes, “I promise I won’t hurt you. Not like that, Case I could never. You’re the most important person in my life, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The softness of her words, the feather light way her hands traced across Casey’s skin, along with the gentle pleading written across her face brought the emotions out. Casey felt a tear slip from her eye, it was met with a gentle sweep of Alex’s thumb, instantly drying her cheek.
“I’ve got you.” She murmured, pulling Casey into a warm hug, “and I don’t want to let go.”
“Neither do I.” Casey spoke and Alex felt a small shudder run through the other woman’s body, “but if I fall for you, I’ll never recover.” She pulled away slightly, her fingers tipping Casey’s chin up to gain her gaze.
“I am not going to break you Casey Novak. You’ve already helped put so much of me back together, you’re a part of me now. If you want that part to stay as just friends, I understand.”
“I would love to be more than just that part of you.”
“Then stay.” Alex kissed her forehead, “fall.” She kissed the tip of her nose, “you’ll never have to recover, because I’ve got you.” She waited for Casey’s lips to twitch up in a smile, the tiniest of nods before she kissed her lips, her own curving up in a smile as Casey’s arms tightened around her.
“How does that saying go?” She murmured, “two broken halves make a whole?”
Alex chuckled, kissing her gently once more.
“Something like that.”
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So Hott
Rita Calhoun xfem!reader
Covers the “So Hott” by Kid Rock sq of Storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
Warnings: language, smut, semi public smut
A/N: A part of the Rita & the Coyote Collection.
You’d been looking forward for tonight for weeks, nearly ten excruciatingly long and lonesome weeks. Rita first was away at a four week convention on the other side of the country, and while she was enjoying the sun and sand of L.A on her time off, you were grumbling through New York’s first snow storm of the season. When she returned to the East coast, you’d been working overtime and doubles, your schedules not matching up and the both of you completely exhausted. You’d snatched up what little amount of time you could spend together curled on the couch eating takeout, just happy to be around each other, the spicier side of your relationship taking a back seat. (Not that you were concerned about any of that, Rita had brought you plenty of luxury lingerie pieces back from California that you were eager to show off).
The plan had been to recoup for the week and then Rita was going to take you out to one of her favourite places for dinner followed by an evening of just enjoying each other. There was another conference coming up in two weeks and she wanted to spoil you as much as she could in the meantime. The plan got crushed when she got a call from a client out in Rochester, things were moving quickly, meaning there was no sense in her returning to the city in between meetings or hearings. She had all of a two days in between to get home, send her dry cleaning in and pack for the next one. At least when she’d gotten home from the airport she’d found you curled up in her bed, happy little smile on your face as you dreamt. (Not that it mattered because you were taking off to work as she was getting ready for bed and by the time you were done, she was already on another plane).
Rita was just as eager as you were, naturally, you’d had all these new sets of lingerie to model, and were torturing her with semi nudes the entire second conference.
‘This one looks even better than I thought on.’
‘Bet it still looks better off’
‘Oh, I’m sorry, did you mean like this?’
‘Stop that. I’m trying to focus.’
*
‘Should I wear the pink or the blue to work tonight?’
‘You always wear pink to work, try the blue, it shows off your complexion.’
*
‘What about this one?’
‘You are NOT allowed to wear that one to work. I don’t care if there’s half a shirt over it.’
‘Sounds like someone’s jealous. Suppose I’ll be good and keep that one for your eyes only’
‘You know….I can tell you’re trouble.’
‘Oh really?’
‘But I still want a taste.’
*
Tonight, there was no holding back. You were back to your regular schedule, meaning that you started mid afternoon on Friday and were usually done just before midnight. Rita had just enough time to have a relaxing afternoon, a quick shower and nap before meeting you at the saloon about an hour before you were done. She managed to catch you on your last dance set of the night, up on the bar, the emerald bra more than peeking out from under your crop top. You caught her eye, shooting her an excited wink over the crowd as she half snuck up to say a quick hello to you. You paused in your movements, crouching down to discreetly brush your hand down her cheek in greeting before pouring her drink.
“Fancy meeting you here.” You smirked, surveying her quickly, “you look good.”
“And you know…you’re so hot, I want to get you alone.” You chuckled softly, handing her the bourbon,
“Patience baby.” You winked again, standing to your full height to finish off your set while she settled into a table across the bar.
As with any night that Rita picked you up from work, you added in some extra sass and flirtation to whatever you were doing, knowing her eyes were trained on you. It had become that extra level of foreplay you engaged in, especially since it didn’t get to happen often. By the time the hour was up and you were clocking out, there was no holding back, knowing Rita had a car waiting, you didn’t bother changing, just throwing a cardigan over your frame as you followed her out of the bar.
You were more than thankful for the divider between the driver and the back of the car when Rita instantly pulled you into her lap, her hands swiftly pushing off the cardigan as she greeted you with a fiery kiss. You groaned into her mouth as she pulled your hips down against her, your hands lacing behind her neck. Rita’s tongue slipped into your mouth with ease, swirling against yours, tasting every inch of you that she’d missed so dearly. A quiet moan left your lips as her mouth tickled its way across your jaw, her hands cupping at you through your shirt.
“Forgot how sweet you taste..” she murmured and you giggled softly.
Rita nipped at your neck, her lips making home against the sensitive skin, one of her hands stayed on your chest, toying with your nipples. The other snuck to the waist of your shorts, easily unbuttoning them before her hand snuck in. You shifted slightly, giving her better access while she toyed with the band of your panties, you could feel her grin against your skin while she teased, a huff of a laugh when you tugged against her hair, pleading.
“Don’t be mean…” you whined. Her fingers dipped into the fabric, aiming for your clit, as she quickly curled the tips in a flicking motion and you gasped, your body nearly shuddering on hers and her face pulled back from your neck.
“Is…that..?” She glanced up at you, her fingers finding the small metal ball again, this time oh so gently pressing on it and you shivered again, a gleam in your eyes as you ducked to kiss her.
“Guess you could say I’ve got a little surprise for you.” Rita smirked, circling the ball as she would your clit and your hand shot out to the back of the seat, whimpering out, “oh god…”
“So sensitive…”
“Apparently…” you gasped as she did it again and she raised a brow.
“Didn’t take it for a test run?”
“Figured you’d like the treat of being the first.”
“You are somethin’ else.” She muttered, her lips meeting yours again.
Rita’s hand slipped lower, the heel of her hand brushing against your clit and the piercing as her fingers slid into your pussy, wet and ready for her. You had no choice but to break the kiss, panting out a louder moan than you’d expected. Your hips instantly began to ride her hand, burying your face into the crook of her neck. Her free hand wrapped around you, pulling you tight to her, her hand pressing on your hip to encourage you to keep going. Her fingers already knew your pussy expertly, where to curl and twist, when to pick up the pace, how to fuck you just the way that made you fall apart. But with the added sensation of the piercing rubbing against your clit with each pass of her hand, you were a mess in her arms faster than she’d ever been able to experience.
Your breath was hot on her skin, moaning and groaning, your body trembling with each thrust of her fingers. She could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around her, your juices slicking her hand and beginning to slide down her skin, it was more than safe to say that the panties your were wearing were well past ruined. Your skin tingled, prickling hot against Rita as you sped up your hips, fucking earnestly onto her, chasing the release you knew was only moments away. Rita shifted slightly, the hand within you moving to just fuck your pussy, the squelching sounds echoing through the back of the car. Her other hand moved from your hip, sneaking between your bodies and down your shorts. She pinched the jewelry and your clit together in the same movement, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger and you nearly yelped, your teeth sinking into her shoulder to try to muffle the noise.
“Oh fuck…” you sobbed, “Rita! I’m gonna”-
“Let go for me…”
“Gonna…squirt….” You managed to mutter between pants and she chuckled against you.
“Make a mess for me darling….be a good girl.” Her lips hit the sensitive spot of your neck, teeth scraping against the skin in the same moment her hands hit exactly where you needed and you shrieked into her shoulder. Your body heavily shaking as your thighs clamped down around her, your hips shuddering into her hand as your release dripped down her arm, soaking your panties, through your shorts onto Rita’s lap.
You collapsed against her, panting heavily, a soft smile on your cheeks at the feel of her hand soothing at the back of your head. You watched through hooded eyes as she raised her slick fingers to her lips, sucking them clean of your juices as you groaned. Shifting yourself up you met her lips in a lazy kiss, tongue delving into her mouth to taste yourself in her mouth.
“Fuck I missed you.” You murmured against her lips and she chuckled. You felt the car slow to a stop, lurching into park and you knew you were outside of Rita’s apartment. “Mmm…” you nuzzled against her, kissing her softly, nipping at her lip, “now let’s get inside, cause I want to fuck you like I’ll never see you again.”
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A Second Goodbye
Rita Calhoun x fem!reader
Covers the “Something Stupid” square for bingo
Warnings: language, tiny smidge of smut, mega angst folks.
A/N: Follow up to Exile, if you wanna feel like, all the fcking pain feel free to read both in a row? Also this one’s a solid 4136 words. Sorry not sorry.
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“I cannot believe you managed to drag me out to this tonight.” You grumbled to Olivia as the two of you made your way up to the bar for a round of refills, “Fin and Carisi drew the short straws, why did I even have to come?” The event of course, was one of the semi annual policeman’s balls that the city hosted, alongside of the multitude of benefits, galas and dinners any number of you were roped into attending throughout the year.
“You needed a night out, you and I both know that.” Olivia smiled, giving your arm a soft squeeze and you scoffed.
“And you had to do it at a work event? You couldn’t have dragged me out to some dive bar for too many tequila shots and a night of fighting for my phone as I try to make the horrible mistake of drunk dialling my ex?”
“Sweetheart…” she started affectionately, “it’s almost been five months, and you guys have had to work together…”
“I know…” you grumbled, thankful for the slight interruption of the bartender refilling your drinks, “doesn’t exactly make up for the four years we managed to make it work.”
You of course, were talking about Rita Calhoun, previously the absolute love of your life. You’d spent four glorious years together, hell, your relationship was so confident you’d disclosed within a week of getting together. You loved her harder than you’d ever loved anyone and she had constantly doted on you more than you could ever imagine. As you got to know each other on that intimate level you realized just how soft she was, how loving and caring she was, the usually hidden side of her that you previously didn’t know. You’d had your fair share of roadblocks, stemming from working on different sides of the legal world all the way up to her being a trust fund baby while you hadn’t been blessed so wonderfully. You’d implemented rules, found little loopholes that would make your relationship work, but it seemed to be able to only last so long.
A case went south, and with it, your entire life came crashing down.
The tip of the iceberg broke apart what was seemingly a perfect relationship, one that you still both loved immensely but weren’t sure if you could make it through another situation like that.
Technically, you were the one to admit it first, that things were over, that they had been a long time coming, but that certainly didn’t make anything easier. Once you’d left Rita’s owned apartment, you’d spent a few weeks in a hotel while you apartment hunted, and each night, it took immense strength not to pick up the phone and call her, beg her to accept you back into her life. The unfamiliar room, the chilled bed, the constant noise picked up from the hallway, nothing made you feel at home. But Rita…Rita was your home, but now, you couldn’t have her anymore.
While you still had to deal with a couple of cases together, and you had a final goodbye in a private hall of the courthouse, you didn’t keep in touch. Part of you was sure Rita had deleted your number and social media’s, making sure she couldn’t contact you even if she wanted to. Because why else wouldn’t she have slipped, at least once?
In reality, it was that she was just as heartbroken as you, if not more. Her apartment felt empty, abandoned and cold without you there. Despite you pestering her to let you get a cat for over half of your relationship and her declining, she’d actually gone out and adopted one, having at least something to come home to at the end of the day. Without even realizing it, she’d named it after one of your favourite t.v characters, thankful at least that it would come meowing at her at night for snuggles, and for her to retire to the bedroom from the home office as you usually would, all sleepy and adorable in your pleading.
The first few months after you’d left she spent more than enough time shedding tears over losing you, over wishing she could have done something different, she ached to have you in her arms again. She thought she had been prepared her first SVU case post breakup but even the sight of you in the bullpen was enough to have her briefly escaping to the bathroom before leaving the precinct. What she was completely unaware of was that you missed her just as much, and that every moment she was at your station, or in the same courtroom, tugged at your heart like no tomorrow.
You were honestly, slightly thankful for the fact that Olivia had shown up at your apartment tonight, scoffing at your sweatpants and raiding your closet until she found an appropriate dress. Being your Captain there was still a small hesitancy in your relationship, but she knew what it was like to be hurt, and that it could help to get out, it could help a lot. So she accepted your grumbling as you got ready quickly and followed her downstairs into a cab. She knew you’d been going through it, and that the time hadn’t necessarily made things any easier for you. Relationships this long….loves this deep…they took a long time to get over, so she wanted to at least try to keep you in working form.
Olivia turned back to the bar at a small nudge in her rib from your elbow, she’d been so distracted watching the room she hadn’t even noticed you order the shots.
“Oh..no..we are not doing that.” She laughed, thanking the bartender for her wine refill.
“Liv.” You pouted, then your brow furrowed as you noticed her body tense, “what?”
You asked quietly, following her gaze across the room and then you felt the panic shoot through you as you locked eyes with Rita. The expression on her face froze halfway through a smile as she was greeting someone, pain flashing through her eyes before it vanished as her attention was grabbed by someone else and she slipped back into the powerful attorney she was.
“You promised me she wasn’t gonna be here!” You hissed as you swatted at Olivia’s arm before your hand darted out, swiftly downing both tequila shots before she could even try to stop you.
“I didn’t think she was. I asked Raf, he said she hates things like this.”
“She does.” Olivia gently grasped at your shoulders, gaining your attention before you could freak out any further.
“Hey. Look at me.” Begrudgingly you glanced up and she hated the fact that there was already a misting of tears in your eyes, “you’re going to be fine, okay. There’s a ton of people here, and a breakup like this is hard on both sides, I doubt she’s going to seek you out in the middle of a crowd, that’d be just as awkward for her. And…I’m not forcing you to stay, if you want to get out of here I’ll find you a ride, order you a pizza or something.” You laughed softly at her generosity, shaking your head.
“No, it’s fine.” You gave her a tight smile, “like you said, there’s lots of people here. I just…need a minute.”
She nodded briefly as you scooped up your drink off the bar, swiftly moving through the room and slipping out the door onto the patio. You were thankful it was still early spring, the air filled with a chill, meaning no one was taking advantage of the outdoors. The cool breeze helped you ground yourself, keeping any anxiety levels down from where they could have been otherwise. Part of you wanted to leave, especially since you hadn’t even wanted to come in the first place, but you still hadn’t actually made your rounds. Not to mention you didn’t want to seem like the weaker of the two, you wanted to prove, mainly to yourself, that you could do this. It just didn’t help that she was in that damn green dress you loved so much, she looked incredible and you suddenly felt like garbage, wishing you’d spent more time getting ready.
It was easy for you to get lost in your thoughts, watching the sun sink over the Hudson River. You did your best to keep your mind off the woman inside the gala, letting your brain dance through mainly nothingness as the sky changed colours. You heard the door creak open and you discreetly swiped away the tear that had managed to escape your eyes. You figured it was one of the boys coming to check on you until you heard a stiletto on the concrete and realized it was Liv. It was only when she got close enough that a gust of wind picked up her perfume and it clicked just exactly who it was and you felt your chest tense up. You let out a quiet breath, softly closing your eyes as you geared up to face her.
Rita faltered in her steps less than a foot away from the bench you were on, thankful that your back was at least to her. She couldn’t exactly turn around now, hell, that would probably sting even more. She’d been so overwhelmed with the seeing you outside of work again she hadn’t fully thought things through.
“I…truly hope I’m not intruding.” Her words were soft, though she barely managed to control the wavering of her voice.
“No…” you briefly glanced over your shoulder, but your eyes were casted downward, “I just needed…some air.” You heard her step closer, feeling her presence just behind the bench when she spoke again.
“I’m sorry for showing up tonight. When I asked Barba he said Carisi and Tutuola were the ones roped into it. This is technically your turf.”
“It’s fine.” You sighed out, “I wasn’t coming, but Liv managed to somehow convince me it would be better than sulking home alone for another night. Can’t say I expected to see you at a cop event.”
“The firm likes to spread the networking as far as they can, and since I’ve defended a few from your squad already….”
“Yeah.” Timidly, Rita stepped around the bench, smoothing out her dress as she sat beside you, making sure to keep enough space to not invade yours. When you glanced up you were taken aback by the shimmering in her eyes, she’d always been so put together and controlled in a work setting you thought she had somehow walked away unscathed. “You look good.” The tiniest of smiles broke out on your cheeks, feeling them nearly start to blush, “I mean…you always look good, but you…I guess I’m-uh, trying to say you…look really pretty tonight.” Feeling like a bumbling fool you dropped your gaze back down to your drink, swirling the glass.
“Thank you.” Rita smiled softly, even though you couldn’t see it, the slight bit of sunlight left on the horizon sparkled off your earrings, the ones she’d been saving for Valentine’s Day, gifting them to you right after you split. “Those earrings really do bring out your eyes.”
“Thanks.” Your cheeks heated again and you glanced up at her, “they’ve…kinda become my favourite pair. I just don’t wear them at work for…reasons.”
“I understand.” Her heart ached as she resisted the urge to reach out and squeeze your hand, “that jewelry organizer has been a godsend.” She smirked, referencing the gift you’d left stashed in the apartment.
“I’m not surprised.” You teased, “for someone so meticulously organized I’m shocked you could ever find the right jewelry.”
Rita chuckled quietly and a silence overtook the patio while both of you tried to think of something to say. You swished your drink, busying yourself with a hefty swig, draining the glass before placing it on the edge of the bench beside you. The sun was all but a glimmer in the distance, dusk having shifted into night. Maybe it was the courage from the darkened patio, now only alighted by string lights and the soft glow from inside the frosted windows, but Rita took the chance.
“I’m really sorry. About everything. How it ended especially. I know it means shit all but I dropped Moraine as a client.”
“I haven’t cried as hard as I did at Lily’s funeral in years…” you mumbled, trying to block the memories from your brain, tears misting heavier in your eyes. This time Rita did reach out, softly squeezing your arm before retreating back to her glass.
“I just wish we both hadn’t been so fucking tired, that we would’ve had enough fight left in us.”
“You really think we would’ve been able to make it through?” Your bleary eyes caught hers, her expression mirroring yours, one of pensive gloom.
“I’m not sure.” She let out a broken sigh, turning to face you “what I do know is that you are one hell of a strong woman, constantly fighting for what you believe in. There were so many days I watched you be completely knocked down and get up and return to work with such ferocity I couldn’t believe how broken you seemed less than a day earlier. You’re passionate, wonderful and incredibly caring, when you love, you love hard, and I could always feel that radiating off you, no matter what the circumstance. You are an incredible woman y/n, some days I’m sure that I neverdeserved the love you gave, you’ve always been incredibly….perfect…”
You couldn’t help the sniffle that escaped you, trying to hold back your cries at a professional event. You obviously knew the love that your relationship had held, but to hear Rita say it, now, it brought up a lot of emotions you weren’t ever sure you were ready for.
“You deserved it all.” You admitted over a shaky breath, “God I wish I could put it into words like you did. You’ve always been so fucking good at that. It’s been months and I still practice every day to find some clever lines to make the meaning come through.”
“You may lack in words but you make up for it in unspoken ones.” Rita couldn’t help her hand brushing back a piece of stray hair, “I never once doubted your love for me, I hope you know that. No matter what the circumstances.”
“You were always so incredibly good to me.” You felt the tears start to slip from your eyes, thankfully slowly, one at a time, able to be brushed away before anyone would ever know you’d been upset, “walking away from you….it was the fucking hardest thing I have ever done…and every goddamn day it absolutely kills me that I was stupid enough to do it.”
“We were at a breaking point.” Rita’s hand came up to your cheek, softly cupping your face while her thumb swiped away a few loose tears. You couldn’t help but lean into the embrace, the hint of a hurt smile on your cheeks.
“What if we weren’t?” You dared to meet her eyes, searching them for any hesitation that she might be feeling, “call me stupid, and I know that there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me tonight …but…would that fight have broken us on a different day?”
“I wish I knew.” She sighed, her forehead coming to lean against yours, taking a heavy breath, “and for what it’s worth…” her eyes danced up to meet yours, a sense of hesitancy written in them, “I’d really…really like it if you took a chance on leaving with me tonight.”
“Really?” You felt like you could barely see her through the blurring of your tears, but the soft caress of her hand across your cheek brought you back to earth.
“Yes. It doesn’t have to be anything…it can be just a drink…a conversation, but just….something.”
“Rita…”
As if on instinct you moved closer to her, your body, your mind was begging you to be closer to her, craving that intimacy that once made the two of you so special. Rita’s other hand came up to wrap around your shoulders as yours circled around her waist. Her lips met yours incredibly hesitantly, waiting for you to pull away, expecting you to pull away. But instead, despite the tears you met her lips with just as much passion and emotion. It was soft, it was gentle, it was experimental, it was more cautious than your first kiss had been. You pulled away only an inch, both shaking for breath and with emotion.
“I’m not ready to say goodbye again..” You murmured, practically against her lips.
“Neither am I.” She breathed, softly kissing you again, “just let me do a few rounds, I can’t exactly take off right after I got here.”
“I know.” You nodded, she ducked quickly, kissing you once more before your hands swiftly swiped the tears off her cheeks.
Rita paused, half turned back to the gala before turning back to you, cupping the back of your head softly as she kissed at your forehead gently.
“I’ll text you as soon as I’ve called the car. I promise you….I’m not going anywhere without you.”
She let out a somewhat shaky sigh, dabbing at her eyes to make sure she was presentable before slipping back inside the door. You took a moment longer before you followed her back inside, rejoining Olivia at the bar as you kept an eye on Rita in your peripheral vision. True to her word, she made the stop ins where she needed to, exchanging pleasantries with a handful of other guests before she disappeared into the lobby and your phone buzzed. You made a quick goodnight to the rest of your team, more than aware on the watchful eye Olivia had on you, and slipped out the front door.
The ride to Rita’s was silent, a slight awkwardness hung in the air but you still tucked into her shoulder like old times, letting out a sigh at the feeling of her hand softly playing with your locks. You followed her up to her apartment, your heart nearly pounding in your chest, not sure what you even really wanted to get out of tonight, and not sure at all what Rita wanted out of it.
“Did you want a drink?” She interrupted your thoughts and you glanced up, your brain scrambling to try to put the words together.
“I…just want you…”
The whispered admission was all Rita needed to close the gap between you, cupping your cheek in her hand as her eyes searched yours for those unspoken words. You leant up, your lips meeting hers once more as your arms wrapped around her neck. Her free hand wound around your back, pulling you impossibly close as her tongue slipped into your mouth, dancing with familiar ease against your own.
Gently, she guided you back to the bedroom. As your lips broke free of hers, trailing down her neck incredibly slowly her hands found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall to the floor. A breathy sigh left her lips as you pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck, your teeth barely scraping across it. You swiftly found the clasp of her dress and it joined yours on the floor before the pile of clothing grew and you collapsed bare against each other onto the bed.
Every movement was slow, calculated, memorizing every inch of each other’s body, both unsure if this would be the last time, if you’d ever get to spend a night together again. It was incredibly intimate, closer than you’d ever been in the past, Rita’s body lay hovering over yours, near lazy kisses exchanged as her hands traced your body. She watched in admiration at the way your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting as her fingers slid into you, watching you fall apart had always been her favourite. When she brought you to your peak you softly flipped her over, eager to repay her, and after you did so actions performed with hands were repeated with mouths.
Once exhausted, worn out and more than satisfied you curled into Rita’s side, pressing a gentle kiss into her skin as her arm wrapped around you. You lay there long enough to catch your breath and then some, the warmth of Rita’s body next to yours was too irresistible to want to pull away. Rita felt her head spinning, no longer occupied, her thoughts were swirling through her head as she tried to piece it all together. Normally she was able to see things in a clear and concise way, rattle of pros and cons until she quickly had it figured out. But this? The amount of raw and undying love invaded all of her senses and clouded her brain beyond repair. The anguish of the split still hung heavy in her memories, it still hurt so much to think about it and she felt her eyes start to build up with tears at the thought of having to relive it all over again. Trying to shut that out she pressed a solid kiss to the top of your head, trying to settle for the moment she had you right now.
It wasn’t much longer after that that your eyes nearly fluttered shut and you pushed away from her, pausing at the edge of the bed as you glanced over your shoulder to her.
“I should go…”
“You don’t have to.” Rita immediately responded, sitting against the headboard, pulling the sheet around her chilled body.
“I do.” You let out a shaky breath, “all things considered, it was a good night and I just keep feeling like I’m going to go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you.”
“That wouldn’t spoil it.” She said softly, and you felt her hand squeeze at your shoulder, tracing down your back.
“I’m transferring.” You blurted out, turning back to her with tears in your eyes.
“What unit?” Her brow scrunched, wondering how work would affect anything passed what it already had.
“Intelligence…” you swiped away a tear, “we did an op with them a couple of months ago, their Sergeant was impressed and offered me a spot.”
“I don’t…think I’ve heard of that.” Her hand clenched tighter at the sheet, not prepared for what she figured was coming.
“It’s in Chicago.” You choked out, taking a heavy breath before you continued, “I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t keep going into work unsure on if I was going to have to see you. It tore me apart every time you walked into the precinct or I’d see you in the courthouse halls. I knew it wouldn’t matter what department I transferred to, if I stayed in New York I’d always be seeing you. And that was just too painful.”
“Oh…”
“It’s too late to take it back.” You sniffled, “Liv’s already filled my spot, I’ve already signed a lease out there.”
“Will you please stay then?”
The wavering in Rita’s voice grabbed your attention and you looked up to her. The pain and regret evident on her features made your own emotions skyrocket, there was no way you would be able to leave her right now, not when she was hurting like this. You nodded meekly, crawling back into the spot you’d been in moments earlier, settling back against her body. You did your best to hold your tears at bay, your face may have been hidden from hers but you knew she would feel it, after all, you could feel the ones that managed to sneak out of her own eyes.
It only took Rita around twenty minutes before she was completely out, utterly exhausted by the day, emotionally drained past belief. You listened to the slow strum of her heartbeat as your head lay on her chest, giving her a few more moments of peace, and honestly, something for yourself to hold onto. Then as silently as you could you slipped from under the covers, making sure they were tucked tightly around her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling your dress back on and slipping from the room.
The next time Rita walked into the 16th precinct her eyes landed on your cleared out desk, she didn’t even realize she’d stopped in her tracks until Olivia touched her arm, asking if she needed a minute before talking to her client. She gave the woman a tight smile and said she was fine, slipping back into lawyer mode, but the back of her brain couldn’t stop thinking about what could have been. The life she’d dreamed of with the woman of her dreams, but now that was all in the past, her dreams dashed.
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Take Two
*not my gif*
Alex Cabot x fem!reader
Warnings: language, hint of angst/mentions of not great past, fluffy ending.
Continuation of THIS from the Vday Bingo
Prompt: “You Were Good to Me” Jeremy Zucker for storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
It had been over a year since you’d heard from Alex, and honestly, you were thankful. Your little friends with benefits thing didn’t even really involve the friends half. While you got along fine, and were more than compatible in the bedroom, you’d been completely entranced by the blonde, you were the one to call it off, saying you only wanted to be friends. It stung you more than it should have, but you’d been hoping and wishing that her façade would fade and she would admit that she had feelings. The night she’d left your apartment was the last time you heard from her, and you made sure to stay as far away from her name on your contact list as you could.
Which was why when the city started to warm, spring breaking through the air finally, you were surprised to see her name flash across your phone screen.
It was the middle of the work day, shortly after lunch, a simple text bubble.
‘Don’t suppose you’re free for dinner tonight? Or even just a glass of wine? I miss you.’
It was so out of the blue that those last three words hit you harder than you expected. Curiosity got the best of you and you ended up replying, arranging to meet at a lounge in midtown. You’d been there before, it was a place you’d be able to blend into easily, and make a quick escape if either of you wanted out or if things started to go awry.
*
Alex was more than nervous as she fiddled with the stir stick in her drink, regretting that third cup of coffee in the afternoon. She felt like her hands were visibly vibrating, taking another swig of alcohol to help her calm down, to help her gain the courage to say the words she wanted to explain. She knew she’d fucked things up with you, even if they had been left on friendly terms, and then had been too chicken to call.
She nearly missed the movement out of the corner of her eye, so lost in her thoughts, barely managing a smile as you slid into the small booth across from her.
“Hey…” you softly greeted.
“Hi…” she murmured back, clearing her throat quickly, “I uh…hope Malbec was okay?” She gestured to the wine glass in front of you and you let out a small laugh.
“Yeah.” You paused, taking a small sip before really looking up at her, “you look good.”
“Thanks.” She half muttered into her drink and there was an awkward pause before she spoke again, “I meant what I said… about missing you…”
“You sure you miss me? Or was it just the sex?” You questioned, probably a little too harshly, “cause I’m sick of wanting more…”
“I’m sorry…” she all but whispered, suddenly not meeting your eye and you wondered where the ballsy woman you remembered was.
“Listen, I know it’s easier to run..” you sighed, “but I told you I didn’t want to do this anymore. You may be able to do this whole sex without feelings thing but I can’t, at least not with you. You left me aching for more, for any kind of intimacy every time. So if you called to try and hook up, you’re out of luck.”
“That’s not what I wanted.” She fiddled with her glass again, taking a heavy breath and you swore you could see a misting in her sapphire eyes.
“Al… what’s going on?”
“When we were…sleeping together, I had just gotten back to New York. I was trying to figure out who I was all over again, for the third time, I didn’t want to drag you into that mess. I had more walls up than I even thought was possible, I was scared to let you in because every time I’d done that before my life was completely ripped out from under me, I didn’t want that hurt for either of us.”
“I understand taking time, you could’ve just said you wanted to take things slow?”
“It’s… not just that.” Her eyes finally met yours across the table and your hand instinctively reached for hers. “When we met, I was two weeks out of witness protection. I nearly gave you my fake name out of sheer instinct. I swear, I’m different than before.”
Your lips parted to speak but she simply slid your wine glass closer to you, a motion for you to let her continue on. She wasn’t sure she’d actually make it through her practiced words if she let you interrupt her.
“I felt like I was a shell of my old self, I didn’t know if I belonged here, if I could go back to the job that nearly killed me. The job that took years of my life from me, hiding like a coward.” She drained what was left from her drink, “I barely knew myself, I didn’t know how act around the squad, the ones that were there when I got shot. I didn’t know how to tell you about any of it. I always left or asked you to leave because the nightmares were terrible. And if they weren’t, I simply didn’t sleep. I didn’t want to scare you away so I tried to just fill my emptiness with sex, and tried to convince myself it was meaningless.”
There was a slight pause as the waitress stopped by with another round of drinks. You gave her a small smile, squeezing Alex’s hand as she hid her face.
“So…it wasn’t meaningless?” You asked quietly, daring to glance up at her.
“Not in the least.” She huffed out a sigh, “I really did miss you y/n, and I wish I’d been brave enough to call you earlier, or to not walk away that night. I won’t hurt you anymore. I just…need you to understand…as much as you can that is.”
“I will.” You gave her a gentle smile, “I’ve missed you too.” You admitted and she smiled across from you.
“So? What do you say? Give a cold hearted bitch a second chance?”
“Well it seems like that cold hearted bitch had a pretty damn good excuse. So… I guess I should let her.”
Alex smiled again, this one actually reaching her eyes, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
“It still doesn’t excuse hurting you. And I am truly sorry for that.”
“Apology accepted.” You squeezed at her hand, “are you open to talking about this more? Being more open with me?”
“Yes.”
“Then why don’t we get out of here? My couch is way comfier than these booths and we don’t have to worry about watching eyes.”
“I’d really like that.”
Alex swiftly threw down some cash to cover the drinks, a grin breaking out on her cheeks at the way your hand was extended to her. She sighed happily at the way your arm wrapped securely around her, an unspoken promise that she was safe with you, that you were okay with working through things. You hummed contently as her lips met the top of your head as you waited for the light to change.
Neither of you were quite sure where this would go or what would come of it. But for now, you knew that you were moving a step in the right direction, that you wanted to try and make things work, properly. And that was all you needed.
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Rekindled
Mike Dodds x fem!reader
Warnings: language
Covers the “Wedding Date”square of the storiesofsvuoneyearbingo
Perched on a desk in the middle of an unfamiliar squad room reading through a not so detailed case file wasn’t exactly where you figured you’d find yourself when you left for work this morning. You were FBI, and your unit had been closing in on a perp when you discovered that Manhattan SVU had one that seemed all too similar to not be the same. Your one hidden blessing was that bringing you into Manhattan meant that you got reunited with Mike Dodds. The two of you had gone to the academy together, spending a year on the force alongside each other before you started to get whisked up into the world of undercover ops and moving up to the FBI. You’d been pretty good friends, keeping in touch over the years, though your meet ups became less and less as your careers took hold of your lives.
It was his desk you’d made a home on, being the most comfortable around him. The team had finished debriefing, splitting as part of the SVU squad headed out into the field while others headed over to interrogation and the rest simply gravitated toward the coffee.
“Fuck.” Mike muttered quietly, dropping his phone onto the desk in front of him.
“You get something?” You asked, leaning over so you could see the monitor of his computer and he shook his head.
“No. It’s my Dad.” He groaned and you quirked a brow.
“He want you guys to pass off the case?”
You knew William was currently residing as Chief, something that Mike was annoyed with. While the connections definitely helped him when he needed it, it also hindered him when it came to other squad members fully trusting him. The last time you’d met for drinks was when he’d first started with SVU and you remembered how frustrated he had been over them thinking he was a snitch and if they even so much as toed the line in front of him he’d be running off to Daddy. You’d known him long enough to know that that was the farthest from the truth, Mike was a good kid, but his loyalty didn’t always lie with his family.
“No.” He grumbled, running a hand over his face, “my brother’s wedding is on Saturday.”
“Dear old Dad getting on your case about your baby bro getting married before you?”
“That.” Mike rolled his eyes, “and I completely forgot to tell him I broke up with Ashley, who he is now more than excited to meet.”
“I take it it wasn’t an amicable break up?”
“I’d be lucky if she didn’t slap me in the street if she saw me again.”
“Jesus Mike.” You laughed, “you need to learn to let a girl down gently.”
“I thought I did.” He defended with a small laugh, “turned out she was far more invested than I was. She didn’t understand the weight of the job, how long I’d be gone. When I sat her down to talk she thought I was proposing.” You cackled out a laugh at that, and he shot you a playful glare.
“Did your Dad ever meet her?”
“No. He didn’t even know her name, he was just excited I’d finally started dating again, couldn’t wait to meet his so called future daughter in law.” Mike rolled his eyes hard at that, honestly, he was both glad and lucky his Dad had never met his ex, marriage would’ve been brought up too many times to count and that wasn’t a road he wanted to go down with her in the slightest.
“Well if you need to dodge a bullet, I’m free Saturday.” You shrugged as Mike looked up at you, the expression on his face as if you’d just told him he’d won the lottery.
“You mean it?”
“Yeah. I mean I’ve got nothing going on, and as if your Dad’s gonna remember me from like, a decade ago. If he never met your ex what’s the harm? I get a free meal and entertainment, you don’t get reamed out for being a dumb ass.” Mike swatted at your leg at the insult and you whapped his shoulder in return.
“You’re a life saver, you know that?”
“Oh I do.” You smirked, your attention being pulled back to the case at hand as everyone circled back up to go through more of the details.
By the end of the day the case was only a fraction of an inch closer to being solved, but you’d at least been able to exchange ideas and information, moving you in the right direction. You’d also made sure to send Mike your address for Saturday, and he promised he’d pick you up right at two.
*
Mike would’ve been lying if he said his breath didn’t catch in his throat the sight of you stepping out of your apartment door that Saturday. Dressed in a classy cocktail dress, your hair curled and pinned off to the side was a far cry from the business casual he’d recently seen you in, and an even farther cry from the uniform he saw you on a daily basis all those years ago. You’d grown into an incredibly attractive woman and he felt his little awkward crush from back in the academy creeping back up as you flashed him a dazzling smile and slid into the car.
The two of you went over a very brief amount of fake backstory for your so called relationship, deciding it was easiest to keep things as realistic as possible. You’d stayed in touch through the years and once you were stationed back in New York, the two of you truly rekindled and started your romance.
Luckily things were a little hectic at the church, as they normally were for weddings of this stature. You weren’t surprised at all that the Dodds had spared no expensive, lavish floral arrangements, flashy suits and dresses for the wedding party. The ceremony was loving and adorable, no matter how much of a romance hater one could be, there was something in the air at weddings that made everything just that much softer and romantic. It was out of instinct that Mike’s hand loosely grabbed yours, playing with your fingers during the second half of the ceremony, and you had to admit, it made your cheeks flush.
It was on the way out of the church that William managed to catch a moment with the two of you, an excited and distracted smile on his face as he greeted his other son. It was a brief interaction but you at least remembered to grab Mike’s hand as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, smiling brightly and saying that you’d heard so much about the older man and were so happy to finally meet him. In return William said something about how Mike had failed to mention his girl was so stunning and you laughed it off, blushing as you tucked into Mike’s shoulder. There wasn’t time for much else before everyone was whisked away to appropriate vehicles for the next stage.
When you got to the cocktail hour you realized just about how deep in you were. You had to make this seem like a relationship that had been going on long enough that you were more than comfortable with each other, and there was more than enough socializing and introductions going on. After not seeing Mike for a while you were suddenly very aware of your resurfacing crush on him as he held you to his side, the supposed fake look of adoration he’d give you as he’d tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, the way his thumb would trail across your hand as he held it. You felt you heart rate pick up and were more than thankful for the free flowing champagne as you made your way through the afternoon. You were equal parts intrigued and confused at the way Mike had begun to steal looks at you when no one else was looking, whether he was just that good at playing a part, or whether there maybe was something more that you hadn’t realized earlier.
Dinner brought you settled into a table with the rest of the Dodds immediate family, and it didn’t take long before the attention was brought around to you.
“Y/n.” William started, glancing up from his plate and you were suddenly very happy for the free flowing wine, “I don’t think Mike mentioned it, what is it that you do?”
“Oh, I’m with the bureau.” You replied, at least thankful for the work related question you wouldn’t have to fabricate too much.
“Bureau?” Another relative asked, their brow quirking and Mike was quick to cut in.
“FBI.” His hand closed around yours softly on the table top, “we met in the academy, guess we just didn’t realize the potential until recently.” He shot you a smile that you couldn’t help but blush at, a quiet giggle escaping your lips as you nuzzled into his shoulder briefly.
“Well that certainly is impressive.” William replied, an approving smile on his face as he glanced over to the two of you.
You were thankful again when you only remained the topic of conversation for a few more minutes before it changed off to something else. Though Mike’s hand stayed lying on your thigh as the two of you ate, his thumb stroking at your skin every once in a while and you couldn’t help but feel your heart beat faster at the intimacy of the contact.
Maybe it was the vibe coursing through the air as the evening went on, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just having a good night with an old friend, but as the time went on you felt more and more comfortable and natural with Mike. Or maybe it had something to do with the fake relationship you were upholding. Laughing through jokes, pulling stories out of nowhere of your history that maybe technically existed in your friendship with a little extra embellishment to make it seem like you were really in love. You shared more than a few dances on the dance floor, some full of laughter and singing along to the music, simply feeling the beat while others Mike wrapped a steady arm around you, holding you close while you swayed your way across the floor. Those were the ones that you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, and you swore you could almost feel Mike’s strumming in time to yours as your laid against his body, wondering if it was the excitement of the evening, or the excitement of something more.
Around midnight you decided to make your escape, giving well wishes to the happy couple and bidding goodnight to William and the rest of the family you encountered on your way to the door. You hummed in satisfaction at the warm arm Mike still had wrapped around you as you made your way into the cooling air of the parking lot, your head resting against his shoulder. Your heart nearly skipped a beat at the feel of him leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as you approached the car, and that was when you decided it was finally time to be bold. If everything went south, you worked different departments anyway, so why not? You turned, you hand linking in his as it dropped from your waist.
“I uh…I had a really good time tonight.” You murmured softly, glancing up to catch his gaze and he smiled back at you.
“I did to.” He huffed out a breath of a laugh, “hard to believe we really let things dangle on this long.”
“Hmm?” You questioned, your head tilting in confusion as his words and his cheeks flushed.
“Guess it took this whole fake dating thing for me to remember why I was completely enamoured by you back in the day.”
“Mikey!” You laughed, swatting against his arm, “you don’t mean that….” You felt your own cheeks heating at his statement, your breath catching in your throat as he pushed back a loose strand of hair, his hand trailing down your cheek.
“I do.” He mustered up the best smile he could, “and now? You bein’ all bad ass working for the feds? That certainly doesn’t help.” He chuckled softly, “I guess what I’m saying is that tonight was really, really nice….and I wouldn’t mind doing it again, but for real…maybe, dinner next weekend? If you’d like?”
“Mike…” you breathed out, your eyes searching his for any ounce of hesitation, “I’d love to.”
He grinned softly at you, his hand coming up to cup at your cheek, waiting for the tiny nod you gave him before his lips met yours. It was soft and full of adoration, a little hesitant, but you could feel the curve of his lips against yours, the smile reflected on your own as the kiss deepened ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you in a small giggle. He couldn’t help but huff a laugh out, his hazel eyes meeting your own, a gleam evident in them.
“I waited far too long to do that.” He murmured and you grinned.
“You most certainly did.” Smirking, your lips met his again, moving with grace and ease against each other.
While you certainly hadn’t expected your week to come to an end like this, you were certainly more than thrilled that it did. A shriek of a laugh escaping your lips as Mike’s hands tickled at your sides before you darted away to get into the car. Though he kissed you again once you were inside, and once more when he pulled up to your apartment. And there was no way he was going to leave you without one last one when he walked you to your door, telling you he’d text you in the morning, leaving you feeling like a smitten school girl as you tumbled into your home.
No, you certainly hadn’t expected your adolescent crush on Mike Dodds to resurface all these years later, and you definitely never thought that something would actually come from it. But there you were, a week later, being handed a stunning bouquet of your favourite flowers before he linked his arm in yours and led you to what would be the last first date of your life.
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I Ruined You
Elizabeth Donnelly x fem!reader
Warnings: language, angst, cheating/affair.
Covers the “You Ruin Me“ by The Veronica’s square
a/n: MIGHT have a part 2 coming shortly
The chill of the spring day was more than welcomed by you, the temperatures had soared over the last couple of weeks and made your post work runs a little less enjoyable, if they even happened at all. But today, it had been raining practically since you left the house that morning, meaning the air was cool, the streets were relatively empty, and by the time you were wrapping up work, you were ready to use the trip home as your workout. You were thankful that work ended up wrapping up even earlier than you’d expected, you’d be able to surprise your partner at home before she’d even think you had a chance.
You had crossed paths with Elizabeth when you did a very brief internship at the D.A’s office. Your work wasn’t in the legal field, but had enough business communications and public relations that there was enough crossover it worked. She’d admired you for how well you managed to tough it out in the world of lawyers, judges and criminal defence, you never shied away from things that were particularly tough, and never backed down when someone got tough with you. A late night of paperwork on her end had lead into a drink, which lead into a dinner a week later, and before either of you knew it, you were completely enamoured with each other.
Elizabeth doted on you like no tomorrow, she always made sure you had everything you needed, despite your protests that you were more than okay. She knew you could take care of yourself, it was just the way she showed her love, and you accepted that. It hadn’t taken long before she encouraged you to move into her brownstone and you’d gleefully accepted, you loved her more than anyone you ever had. And with both of your careers taking precedence, any waking moment spent together was a luxury, you were incredibly happy to wake up in her arms daily, and she was beyond thankful to be able to fall into yours each night.
Over the last couple of months you’d noticed that Liz had been a little bit more than preoccupied with work. Her hours seemed to be longer, she came home much later, sometimes after you were already in bed, and some mornings all she did was grab a coffee before taking off for the day. You gently reminded her you had the home office for a reason, to which she sighed softly and apologized for spending so much time away from you, reminding you that she loved you.
As your day came to an end, you could only hope that today wasn’t one of those days that Liz was caught at the office any later than either of you wanted. You were thankful for the fact that you were able to keep a locker at work, quickly changing into your running gear, your phone, keys and the minimal wallet you needed tucked into various hidden pockets. The run itself you were incredibly grateful for, the half hour was more than enough to clear your head, much more than the subway or town car you’d take otherwise, it was like your own little therapy session on the way home. As long as you had your run, anything trivial had left your mind by the time you got home and you wouldn’t waste your energy or time venting to Liz over something that didn’t matter.
You unlocked the door the brownstone, quietly stepping out of your shoes, your music still soaring into your ears as you caught your breath. In an attempt to rehydrated you headed to the back of the house, swiping a bottle of water from the fridge. Your head tilted at a sound echoing through the house, but you knew it was too early for Liz to be home, it was probably a house keeper, or you were crazy and it was something as little as the heater kicking in. Glancing through the fridge you decided on what you’d make for dinner in a bit before moving back through the house. The home office had a very wide archway of a doorway that spied into the entrance hall, ideally, it probably wasn’t the best room of the house to be the office, but it was set up like that when you moved in and you weren’t about to challenge Liz on it. You dropped down into the chair, flipping the laptop open to check through the couple of work emails your phone had buzzed with since you’d left. You were halfway through reading the first one when something caught your eye.
A flurry of movement through the entrance hall.
A swish of strawberry blonde hair.
A quiet swear as you pulled out one of your earbuds, your eyebrow quirking toward the movement.
You heard the front door open and shut as quietly as possible. You wouldn’t have even noticed it if you hadn’t pulled your earbud out. Your eyes glanced toward the staircase for a moment, your ears listening for further movement, but there was none, the house was silent except for your heart absolutely pounding in your chest. Silently, you closed the laptop, moving back across the brownstone, you quietly dropped yourself into the sofa, occupying yourself with your phone as you waited.
“Maria?” Liz’s voice called out from what you registered would be the top of the stairs, “I thought I told you not to come in today.” Her footsteps echoed down the staircase, your heartbeat increased with every soft thud, praying that your brain was trying to come up with some absurd situation. “You can go.” She stepped into your view, her head snapping toward you, a panicked look on her face, “y/n, what’re you doing home already?” You did your best not to jump to conclusions, holding your emotions at bay at the sight of Elizabeth in one of her silk robes.
“I finished early.” You replied, “but it appears you did too.” You pushed up from the couch, moving back to the kitchen to toss the now empty bottle into recycling.
“What on earth are you talking about sweetheart?” Elizabeth followed you, her heart thundering in her chest as she tried to put her words together calmly.
“You have a nice visit with Novak?” You asked, turning to face her, your arms crossing over your chest as you leant back against the counter.
“She’s having a tough time with this case, we were going over strategies.”
“Upstairs?! Liz I’m not a fucking idiot. I know you thought I wouldn’t notice you were acting so strange but you haven’t been yourself in weeks.”
“It’s not what you think it is.” She defended, her chest tightening with every moment that went by, watching the way your lip twitched as you pursed them.
“Oh okay. I guess it makes total sense as to why you’d be going over work stuff in the bedroom, you’re not even dressed Elizabeth! And calling Maria off? What? Didn’t want the housekeeper tattling to me? I hope she was worth it.” Swiftly moving through the room you pushed past her.
“She doesn’t mean anything.” She blurted and you froze, turning back to her with a baffled expression on your face.
“Out of all people, I thought you would have a little more fight in you.” You felt the tears building in your eyes, unsure if they were ones of rage or pain, “do you even care? Half the time I wonder if you’re even capable of love.” Turning your back on her you muttered as you moved through the room, “I should’ve listened when they said you were a stone cold bitch.”
“Y/N, wait.” She hurried after you, catching you when you were a foot up the stairs.
“For what!? You to come up with some cock and bull apology? Unless you have a completely feasible reason for why you were naked with Casey in our bedroom, I don’t want to hear it. All I ever did was love you…” your breath shuddered and you turned from her once again, you couldn’t let her see you cry, not right now.
“Y/n, please!” Elizabeth followed in your tracks as you jogged up the stairs, watching the way you wrenched a bag from within the closet, starting to fill it, “sweetheart, what on earth”-
“Don’t!” Your voice was shaky, but cold when you spoke, “you can’t possibly expect me to stay here can you? What am I supposed to do? Curl up next to you and tell you how much I love you in the same sheets you were with another woman on? I get that you don’t have a heart but you could at least use that brain of yours right now.” You shifted into the en suite bathroom, grabbing the necessities before throwing the bag over your shoulder.
“At least tell me where you’re going?”
“I…I don’t know…” your resolve cracked as you slipped past her onto the upstairs landing, tears beginning to sneak down your cheeks, “away…just away…from here, from you. I can’t deal with this right now.”
“Can we at least talk about this?” Her hand managed to circle around your wrist and the sudden contact made your body spark, your breath nearly catching in your throat as your bleary eyes shot up to hers. You were amazed to see a glistening in her own, a look of intense regret evident on her face.
“What on earth could you want to talk about?” You took a shaky breath, “how long have you been sleeping with her?”
Elizabeth sighed heavily, a hand running over her face as her breath shook, she regained whatever fight she had left in her before looking up at you once again.
“I never meant for this to happen, believe me. Casey was just…there…”
“Elizabeth. When?” Your voice was hard, your glare even harsher, and you ever only used her full name when you were upset or expressing a whirlwind of emotion, she knew she was done for.
“Just over a month.” She admitted, her gaze avoiding yours completely, unable to meet your eyes no matter how much she wanted. The hate radiating from them was one thing, it was the disappointment, the glimmer of love that you were so desperately trying to hide that stung the most. “I just…I never realized you could love more than one person this deeply at the same time.”-
“Love?” You cut her off, “are you fucking kidding me?! That’s worse! That’s so much worse! Do you not get that? I wouldn’t have cared if you had slept your way through all of Manhattan! But an emotional affair? One you purposelyhid from me? That fucking stings.” You wrenched your arm from within her grasp, swatting at her hands as she reached for you again, “don’t fucking touch me, you make me numb.”
“You can’t just run off like this y/n, where are you gonna go?”
“I don’t need you Elizabeth!” You practically yelled from halfway down the staircase, “I know you love to think that I do, to think that I won’t survive without your support or finances or whatever it is that you think makes you so fucking special. But I’m my own fucking woman, I have my own life. And as it turns out? I’m much better off with you being no fucking part of it.”
Before the other woman could even string together any words that would make sense you had thundered down the rest of the stairs and were gone out the front door. The slam of the wood echoing throughout the entire house. Elizabeth���s breath shook, a heavy sigh escaping her lips as she sunk down onto the stairs, burying her face within her hands. She knew she’d been in the wrong, that exploring anything outside of your relationship would hurt you, would potentially destroy the love that you’d shared. She’d simply thought that maybe…hopefully…she could work through it and figure everything out before you found out. Instead, she was left with the ringing silence of the brownstone, the echoing reminder that you were done with her, that there was no way you were about to forgive her for what she’d done. She surprised even herself as the tears started to slip over her cheeks, her cries catching in her throat. No matter what she tried to tell herself, she knew that you had been the love of her life, and now she’d gone and ruined it all.
She’d ruined you.
And she’d never be able to forgive herself for that.
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Hamptons Treat
*not my image*
Rita Calhoun x fem!reader
Warnings: language, fluff
A continuation on THIS from the VDay bingo, but can be read as a standalone. Covers the “Memorial Day” square
Rita’s hand tickling across the bare skin of your thigh pulled your attention out of your phone as you glanced across the car to her.
“Thought we agreed no work this weekend.” She teased and you laughed, rolling your eyes as you dropped the device into the cup holder.
“I got sucked into a twitter thread. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize.” She gave you a soft smile before her eyes returned back to the road.
“You sure you don’t wanna swap out?” You offered, then smirked, “I didn’t even think you knew how to drive.” She scoffed, feigning offence as she glanced over to you,
“This is what I get for treating you to a weekend in the Hamptons?” You chuckled softly, pulling her hand up to your lips for a quick kiss.
“How many people are we sharing this house with?”
“Darling…” Rita laughed, “we’ve got the guest house all to ourselves. My parents are taking the main one, my cousin and her family have the one next door.”
“Guesthouse? Multiple Hamptons houses?” You let out a low whistle, “I knew you had money but I thought it was just from working defence.”
“Hate to break it to you, but it’s not all from the salary.” She chuckled, “but work hard enough you’ll make a name for yourself, you’re doing pretty well already.”
She wasn’t wrong. After playing low ball for the first few years after graduating you’d managed to land a spot at her firm and thanks to the quickly discovered friendship you’d managed to snag a few of her spillover clients. Four and a half years later and that friendship had morphed into more when your family was on your case about bringing someone home for Christmas. While it was supposed to be two friends playing pretend, the softness of the evening, followed by a little prompting from some conveniently placed mistletoe led to a sexual exploration.
At first it remained as just that, neither of you delving further into it or ever sitting down to have a conversation about it, not that either of you were awkward or shying away from that, you simply returned to the city, returned to work and everything went back to normal. It was after a week of particularly gruelling trials for both of you sitting at the bar at Beekman that you muttered something about needing to get laid and she simply responded with “all you had to do was ask”. After a few more nights tangled in each other’s bedsheets you started to realize how much you cared about each other, a few months down the road and you were both completely happy and totally in love.
“Thank you for coming this weekend.” Her hand squeezed at your leg again.
“You came to a potentially disastrous Christmas with me pretending to be my date when you weren’t even my girlfriend, I can’t exactly leave ya hanging after that.”
“You better not.” She teased, “but I know meeting parents and family is a little more stressful when you’re actually with someone.”
“Your parents do know you date women, right?”
“Yes.” Rita laughed, her thumb stroking at your thigh, “there’ll be no slander, don’t worry.”
“Good.” You leant over, kissing her cheek softly with a smile before she turned off down a side road. It didn’t take much longer before she was pulling into a driveway, shifting the car into park. “Jesus Christ….you weren’t kidding.” You muttered, stepping out of the car.
The house was much larger than what you expected of a Hamptons house, and the bit of the guest house that was peeking around the corner looked larger than your parent’s house was. The yard was fenced off, but a large gate was open into the backyard beside it, you assumed it was the cousin’s house. The grass dipped over a low slope behind the guest house, opening down onto the beach, waves softly crashing against the sand. Rita passed you your bag, tossing her own over her shoulder before locking the car and linking her hand in yours. You cocked a brow as she moved toward the gate instead of the main house, half wondering if she was trying to sneak in unnoticed or something. She saw your look of confusion and chuckled.
“They’re probably already out in the yard, soaking up as much sun as they can.” You were about to reply as you stepped through the gate when a shout came from around the corner on the patio.
“Is that my favourite daughter I hear?”
Rita laughed, half rolling her eyes as she moved to hug her Mom
“Pretty sure I’m your only daughter.”
“Well you’re still my favourite.” She kissed her cheek chastely before Rita turned back to you, tugging your hand so you were beside her.
“Mom, this is y/n.”
“Mrs Calhoun, it’s so great to meet you.” You shook here extended hand and she ducked in for a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Likewise. And please, call me Lily.” She gave you a gentle smile before turning to Rita, “your Father’s just finishing up the sangria, and if you girls want in the pool I suggest you get changed now, once the kids are back from the pier carnival they’ll be hijacking the thing.” She basically rolled her eyes and Rita laughed, giving her a quick nod before she lead you into the guest house.
You quickly made yourselves at home, dropping bags in the bedroom, while neither of you were actually interested in the pool you still changed, eager to take advantage of the sun and the warmth for once. Before you even had the chance to struggle with the strings of your bikini top Rita was behind you, fingers deftly tying the strings into a bow before she left a soft kiss on your shoulder.
“No complaints so far?” She murmured, her lips trailing up your neck briefly before you turned in her arms, looping yours around her shoulders.
“Nope.” You kissed her quickly, “just confused as to why you need a pool when the ocean’s literally right there.” Rita laughed, kissing you again softly, her hand caressing your cheek as she shot you a look of adoration.
You tugged on a pair of shorts over your suit, grabbing a fuzzy cardigan in case you wanted it later while Rita wrapped a cover up around her, passing you a towel on the off chance you did end up in the pool. She linked her hand in yours once again while you returned to the yard where you were introduced to her father, who, much like her Mom, insisted you call him Robert, there was no need for anything over the top. You eagerly accepted the glass of rose sangria and settled into a lounger beside Rita as the twenty questions started, intermingled with regular small talk and catching up.
Once Rita’s cousin returned with the family, you somehow ended up roped into a game of beach volleyball in the yard. The kids were pretty spaced out in age, the oldest clearly a teenager while you guessed the youngest was around nine. She couldn’t help the way her eyes followed you across the yard, watching the way your muscles flexed as you served the ball over the court.
“She’s awfully young…” her mother cut in and Rita scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Mother…she’s not that young.”
“I just worry that with you someone might be in it for the wrong reasons.”
Rita cast her a glare,
“She works at my firm, her salary’s nearly as high as mine.” She took a large sip of the sangria, “and she didn’t even know about the family money thing until today. Trust me, she’s here for all the right reasons.”
“Well good.” Lily sucked back some wine, “I can tell you love her, the last thing I’d want to see is you getting hurt again. You know I want to see you settle down, have you thought any more about having kids? She seems to be wonderful with them?” She gestured to the way you’d picked up one of the nephews to help hit the ball over the net and Rita laughed.
“I haven’t because that’s not happening. And Y/n agrees, being the fun aunt is where we want to be, you can stop holding onto any hope, it’s not going to happen. Sorry.” Lily let out a heavy sigh,
“Fine.”
It was only a moment after that that the beach ball ended up in the pool, the kids and some of the cousins racing after it, canon balling into the water with shrieks. You laughed, but didn’t follow, retreating back to the patio. You dropped down onto the lounger Rita was on, sucking back a sip of sangria before quickly kissing her.
“Having fun?” She mused and you chuckled.
“Yeah…” you settled into the lounger beside her, not worried about the lack of space as her arm easily wrapped around you, her lips softly hitting the top of your head, “you sure you don’t want to join?” She outwardly laughed at that.
“Yes darling.”
With a gleam in your eye you shifted to kiss her cheek before you curled against her body, thankful for the warmth of the sun and the spring day. There was some sporadic small talk between the two of you and her parents, some of which you sat up for, nearly getting into a debate over some legal chatter before someone mentioned dinner. The bbq was set up quickly, and everyone helped moving things from the main house to the grill for food to be cooked before plating things up. The kids were the first to be fed, being reminded to not dive right back into the pool again.
Eventually they made their way back home to change into warmer clothes as the sun began to sink in the horizon. Rita urged you back to the guest house, suggesting you at least pull on warmer clothes as dusk encased everything. You couldn’t help but kiss her quickly before tugging on a pair of sweatpants and a flannel.
The group of you made your way down to the beach, there was a small fire pit that someone was already setting up for you, the kids more than stoked on s’mores and roasted marshmallows. Rita hadn’t planned on participating but the instant you shot her half a pout she knew she couldn’t resist, carefully roasting the marshmallows for your s’mores so they weren’t burnt, and lovingly kissing the sticky bit of mess off the side of your lips. You easily settled between her legs in the sand, leaning against her body while she nuzzled against you. It wasn’t long before the fireworks started, there were multiple set ups from various places around the beach, the entire thing more then celebratory as the family cheered and yelped over the display.
You nuzzled into Rita’s arms a little deeper, watching the glow of the pyrotechnics, your fingers interlinking with hers, squeezing at her body as you did. Her lips hit your shoulder, a hum leaving her lips as she did so, understanding exactly what you were trying to communicate. When the light show ended, the fire was burnt down to the embers you shifted in the sand slightly, turning to face her.
“Rita?” You asked softly,
“Yes darling?”
“I love you.” You murmured, kissing her gently, “like…..I really, really fucking love you.” Your hand caressed at her cheek softly, “I didn’t realize this was going to turn into what it has but, all I want now is to be with you. You’re everything I could ever have asked for and more.”
“Oh sweetheart…” her hand cupped your softly, kissing you with extreme tenderness, “I know I may suck at expressing things properly, but I feel the absolute same.” She kissed the tip of your nose, “I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life.”
“You mean it?”
“Would I have made you suffer through Memorial Day weekend with my family if I didn’t?” She teased and you laughed, trying to keep it quiet before you kissed her again.
“It would be the greatest honour of my life to spend the rest of it with you.”
“Good.” Rita kissed you again, “cause I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere.”
You couldn’t hold back the snort, but you ducked into her again, your lips meeting in a soft yet heated kiss, the new admission of love and forever taking both of you past where you previously stood. Now, you knew you wanted to spend forever together, but more importantly, that the other person wanted to spend their time with you, which was far more important
But Rita, she wanted absolutely nothing unless it involved you in her future, and she was never going to let that float out of her grasp.
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