Partners are Partners; Friends are…
Don't own SVU, this is just a little joke fic requested by my friend
Partners are Partners; Friends are…Lovers?
The first warm rays of early morning sunshine were just beginning to creep through the window when Olivia blearily opened her aching brown eyes. Hangovers could be a bitch. Her head was pounding, a deep throbbing in her temples, the celebration at Mulligan's a hazy, alcohol fogged memory. The biggest case of the year, and they'd won, the jury'd decided to convict in only fifteen minutes, it called for one hell of a victory drink.
"Sun, you're too bright." She muttered sleepily, pulling the soft, cotton sheets up over her head, surrounded by the wonderful, heated darkness.
"I don't think it can hear you Olivia." The voice startled her, no, terrified her, because she knew that voice, knew that voice too damn well for her to be hearing it here, in her bed, next to her.
"John, please tell me I'm asleep and having a nightmare." She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes, if she did, and she saw him, sprawled out next to her, his skinny, bare chest barely covered by the blankets.
"If you're having a nightmare, then this is my dream come true." The mattress dipped as John wriggled a bit, bony fingers trailing down her spine, making her shiver, in all the wrong ways.
"Oh God, don't do that." She sat up and stared down at John's skinny form, and, to her horror, she discovered he was still wearing his sunglasses, dark lenses reflecting bits of sunlight. "Please tell me you didn't wear those during….during whatever we just did." Sex with John would be one thing, but sex with John while he wore his trademark sunglasses, that was something else entirely, something she did not want to think about.
"You mean when we had sex? You bet what Fin refers to as my "bony, white ass" I did."
"When exactly did Fin see your ass John?" She half laughed, half smiled, wrapping the sheet firmly around her body as she slid out of bed, the carpet soft against her bare feet.
"Around the same time Elliot saw yours." John's pants were up around his hips again, belt jingling as he fastened it in place, all the way to the last loop, and they didn't fit him properly.
"What I do with my partner is none of your business John."
"And what goes on between Fin and I is between us and the government's hidden cameras." John's paranoia didn't fade even after a bout of late night, probably not satisfying sex.
"Then this was…?" Drunken mistake were the right words to use, but she couldn't say them to John's face, she had to work with him on a daily basis.
"A stupor of pleasure and unimaginably great sex?" John was fully dressed, halfway out her bedroom door.
"If it had been that, you wouldn't be standing fully dressed right now."
"I take it there will be no more repeats?" He almost looked disappointed.
"Only if I'm drunk, Elliot is away with his kids, Fin's not there, Huang is busy, and Melinda is performing an autopsy."
"No Chester?"
"I wouldn't need to be drunk to have sex with Chester."
"Ah, then Mum's the word."
"I think you mean Munch."
And they never mentioned it after that, because some things were too horrible to speak of, and because they both knew Elliot would kick John's ass.