Disclaimer:All of the characters are the property of Dick Wolf. I thank him, the writers, the directors and all the great actors who brought them "to life" for our benefit. Any "liberties" I have taken with them stems from my fond admiration (and a few personal quirks I will seek "help" for).
AN: This story is not set within the accepted "canon" for the characters as it is only officially portrayed by the TV series. So I get to "fool around" with them in ways in which they've never been seen, stretching that to the limit and suspending the "reality" that is "fiction" to start with…now there's a contradiction in terms!!!
(And yeah Goren I know the proper word for that is oxymoron…and if you don't quit that right now your "luck" won't so much be "out" for the next week as gone on vacation for the next three months)What do four detectives get up to "out of hours"?
MENAGE A QUATRE
Goren's breath was hot and rather short on her neck.
"You sure this is okay?" he asked softly as Olivia felt one of his thighs press against her.
"Mmmm" she replied her own voice slightly muffled against his chest.
She trembled a little as Bobby's hand slid between her legs.
Benson took a deep breath. "Would you mind if I?"
"No" Bobby said quickly as her hand ran down his back and then hissed as it found just the right spot to rest.
Beside them Alex Eames gave a brief moan as Elliot Stabler pushed one of her legs over his shoulder. Then wriggled as he settled his hips.
"Sorry" he grunted as his butt somewhat shoved into the "personal space" of Bobby's own.
"Don't worry Elliot" said Goren reaching his hand between Stabler and Eames. "Is that good for you?"
"Perfect" they said in unison.
"You know" said John Munch to anyone who would listen "I get the feeling these four played Twister before"
"Forget it" muttered Fin Tutuola with a glare at his partner.
AN: Aaaargh!!