I don't usually write SVU fics, but I wanted to try something fresh. Hope y'all like;-)
Disclaimer: I do not own Law & Order or Law & order: SVU and their characters. I do not own Prada.
Rating: T, for language and themes.
Morning Aftershock
By LTP-girl
Olivia opened her eyes slowly, her head thumping and throat dry, the repercussions of a heavy drinking session with Munch and Fin the night before. She sat up in the alien bed she had found herself in. She certainly hadn't spent the night at her own pad, having hardly any recollection of the night before. She glanced around the room, taking in the modern surroundings, a predominantly grey-beige colour scheme scenario taking place. Charcoal carpet, oyster walls, maroon drapes, asphalt pillows and comforter. She took particular notice of a pair of black Prada loafers discarded on the floor beside the bed, along with her own clothes she had worn the day before. Swanky, not one of my usuals. Given the state she had found herself in, she gathered that she must have gone home with some lonely guy she met at the bar, the man in question nowhere in sight. Asshole, she cursed to herself, rubbing her bloodshot eyes.
She threw off the bed covers almost in a mad panic, scrambled for her clothing, which was scattered in every direction on the floor, and quickly dressed. She combed her fingers through her tangled hair with frustration, and walked briskly down the hallway of the tastefully furnished apartment, admiring the miniature pebble-fountain sitting on the art nouveau coffee table placed against the wall. She stopped abruptly in her tracks, startled by the sounds of footsteps escaping the kitchen, realising that the man she had spent the night with hadn't left his apartment. She considered that he probably wasn't such asshole after all. She straightened herself up, pushed her hair behind her ears in composure, and set about making her way towards the kitchen.
She spotted a slender man dressed in a black suit with his back towards her, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Morning Detective, how'd you sleep?" He asked, his tone slightly flirtatiously teasing, his back still facing her.
Olivia's eyes widened in startled shock, detecting a slight New England accent in his tone. Wait I know that voice. She swallowed, sliding her hands in her pockets, trying to remain calm. "Fine," she replied with a forced smile. Damnit, it would be a lot easier if I could remember who you were.
He turned around to face her, sipping his coffee. "You know, there's this waffle house just up the street," he said, taking a seat at the chrome kitchen table. "Maybe we could get some breakfast there before I drop you home."
Olivia felt her jaw almost drop to the floor, her eyes bulging out of her head, now recognising the well dressed attorney. Oh no, oh no. No, this can't be happening, no, no, no. This is so not right. ...Michael Cutter?
She could have killed Munch and Fin for getting her so intoxicated the night before, but then realized that Cutter would probably be the one who would prosecute her for doing that. She heard herself scream inside her head, almost staggering backwards. The Executive Assistant District Attorney! How the hell did she swing that? Her heart was racing, and her cheeks were burning, out of embarrassment more than anything else. She just wanted to get out of there to escape his pensive eyes, feeling his gaze scrutinize every strand of hair that was out of place, and the crumpled jacket she was wearing, which had been left on his bedroom floor all night. And yet, a part of her found him attractive, dressed in a new suit and crisp shirt, ready to start the day. No scratch that, he was sexy as all get out.
I could get used to this. A devilish half smile played on her lips. "Any coffee left in the pot, Councillor?" she asked him mischievously. Yes, I could soo get used to this.
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