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120_minutenTitel: Up the Wall
Team: Machine
Challenge: Entweder/Oder – Gehen oder Bleiben (für’s Team)
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Charactere: Olivia Benson, Mike Duarte
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 500
Kommentar: Eigentlich wollte ich Narcos schreiben, stattdessen wurde es dann SVU, aber ist alles Teil meiner aktuellen Maurice Compte Obsession, welcome to my life. Canon Divergence für Staffel 24 Folge 2.
She’s only met this guy a couple of hours ago and he’s already driving her up the wall.
Up the Wall
She’s only met Captain Mike Duarte a couple of hours ago and he’s already driving her up the wall.
Not enough that he’s all but moved in without so much as a single warning, he’s literally put his feet onto her table. He’s rude, he’s irritating, and he tries to wrestle for control over the case any chance he gets. And then the moment she turned her back on him, he tried to poach Detective Velasco right from under her nose.
Now all she wants to do is wipe that smug grin off his face.
“I can’t believe you poached my best detective”, he says ruefully over the top of his glass.
She has to fight to keep the smile from her face. “So what, it’s only okay when you do it?” She’s not sure she succeeded.
He tips the glass to her in a silent concession before taking another sip. She watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
She turns to her own drink only to realize her glass is empty. For a moment she looks at the ice cube melting at the bottom. This has been nice, but she should leave now.
She looks up again when she hears him set his glass down onto the bar, hard, and finds him looking at her. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lips in what she has recognized as an unconscious habit. “Another?”, he asks.
Her gaze drops to the way his fingers move over the edge of the glass to catch the condensation. “I should go.”
He nods, slowly, without saying anything. Since the case is over, this will probably be the last time she will see him in a while. Maybe forever, if she’s lucky (but she rarely is.) Or maybe he’ll come back and take another shot at Velasco just to spite her.
She watches him swirl the rest of his whiskey around in the glass and tries to focus on all the times she wanted to strangle him over the past couple of days. Not on the way that shirt hugs his arms or how that salt-and-pepper beard might feel on her skin.
She’s not succeeding there either. But you know what? Fuck that, she deserves this. “Want to get out of here with me?”
His head snaps up. It’s already been worth it for the expression on his face, which morphs from confusion to surprise and finally settles on pure, unadulterated delight. “Captain.” His broad smile is showing off his dimples.
“Oh, so you do know my rank.”
She watches him down the rest of his whiskey in a single gulp and feels something akin to satisfaction. “I realize that I may have maybe been a bit rude when we first met”, he says then, picking his words carefully.
“Hmm”, she makes noncommittally.
Those dark eyes find hers. “Let me make it up to you?”
She makes a great show out of standing up, slipping on her jacket and picking up her purse, while he watches her. Then she says: “You’re paying.”
This time his laugh isn’t quite as aggravating.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Entweder/Oder – Gehen oder Bleiben (für’s Team)
Fandom: Law & Order: SVU
Charactere: Olivia Benson, Mike Duarte
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 500
Kommentar: Eigentlich wollte ich Narcos schreiben, stattdessen wurde es dann SVU, aber ist alles Teil meiner aktuellen Maurice Compte Obsession, welcome to my life. Canon Divergence für Staffel 24 Folge 2.
She’s only met this guy a couple of hours ago and he’s already driving her up the wall.
Up the Wall
She’s only met Captain Mike Duarte a couple of hours ago and he’s already driving her up the wall.
Not enough that he’s all but moved in without so much as a single warning, he’s literally put his feet onto her table. He’s rude, he’s irritating, and he tries to wrestle for control over the case any chance he gets. And then the moment she turned her back on him, he tried to poach Detective Velasco right from under her nose.
Now all she wants to do is wipe that smug grin off his face.
“I can’t believe you poached my best detective”, he says ruefully over the top of his glass.
She has to fight to keep the smile from her face. “So what, it’s only okay when you do it?” She’s not sure she succeeded.
He tips the glass to her in a silent concession before taking another sip. She watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
She turns to her own drink only to realize her glass is empty. For a moment she looks at the ice cube melting at the bottom. This has been nice, but she should leave now.
She looks up again when she hears him set his glass down onto the bar, hard, and finds him looking at her. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lips in what she has recognized as an unconscious habit. “Another?”, he asks.
Her gaze drops to the way his fingers move over the edge of the glass to catch the condensation. “I should go.”
He nods, slowly, without saying anything. Since the case is over, this will probably be the last time she will see him in a while. Maybe forever, if she’s lucky (but she rarely is.) Or maybe he’ll come back and take another shot at Velasco just to spite her.
She watches him swirl the rest of his whiskey around in the glass and tries to focus on all the times she wanted to strangle him over the past couple of days. Not on the way that shirt hugs his arms or how that salt-and-pepper beard might feel on her skin.
She’s not succeeding there either. But you know what? Fuck that, she deserves this. “Want to get out of here with me?”
His head snaps up. It’s already been worth it for the expression on his face, which morphs from confusion to surprise and finally settles on pure, unadulterated delight. “Captain.” His broad smile is showing off his dimples.
“Oh, so you do know my rank.”
She watches him down the rest of his whiskey in a single gulp and feels something akin to satisfaction. “I realize that I may have maybe been a bit rude when we first met”, he says then, picking his words carefully.
“Hmm”, she makes noncommittally.
Those dark eyes find hers. “Let me make it up to you?”
She makes a great show out of standing up, slipping on her jacket and picking up her purse, while he watches her. Then she says: “You’re paying.”
This time his laugh isn’t quite as aggravating.
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