Coffee was the most powerful drug. For many, it was the difference between crashing at one's desk, and enjoying a powerful, albeit temporary energy boost. For others, while coffee provided an enjoyable benefit, waiting for it was hardly an appealing prospect.
Sergeant Olivia Benson sighed, glaring at her watch for the fifth time in three minutes, the line in front of her moving at a snail's pace. By the time she stalked toward her usual table in the corner, the brunette's frustration had peaked.
So, when she discovered that her table was taken by a horny couple, her anger reached its boiling point. She surveyed the cafe silently, discovering a single empty table. To her fury, it was directly behind the couple. Olivia growled, sliding into her seat and slamming her coffee onto the table. She averted her gaze from the gropers, but politeness gave way to curiosity. Unable to look away, Olivia silently watched the couple.
The man couldn't have been more than forty, and the woman was clearly a few years younger. Her long red curls cascaded down her back, which was turned to Olivia. It almost reminded her of...she banished the thought as quickly as it polluted her mind. Where had that come from? Olivia sighed, shaking her head, sipping her coffee, and continuing to watch.
His hands wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her to him. The noises escaping his throat reminded Olivia of a predatory cat, lurking in the shadows and luring its prey to certain death. "You're so beautiful," she heard him growl. "All mine…"
"All yours," she repeated breathlessly. Olivia rolled her eyes. How many times had she heard that one? She would say that until he broke her heart into a thousand pieces. Still, she continued to watch, unable to tear her gaze from the oddly intriguing sight.
Then, watching his fingers toy with the buttons of her blouse, Olivia felt the rage swell within her. She swallowed her coffee angrily, wincing as the scalding liquid scorched her throat. Damn them, she thought. She glared as they continued to make out. Surreptitiously glancing around the cafe, Olivia couldn't help but notice that no one else seemed to care that the couple were blissfully re-enacting the hottest love scenes in history.
She turned her head quickly as the couple stood. "After you," he growled, grinning. Again, Olivia thought of that starving cat. She heard the woman mutter something about getting the car, and, when she was sure neither of them were standing by her, Olivia dared to look. The woman stood at the bakery counter, ordering some cookies. As she paid and turned around, Olivia felt her jaw drop. The horny woman in the corner was no random Jezebel. She was Casey.
Author's note: Well, what do you think? I got the idea in Starbucks the other day. One-shot or multi-chaptered?