Dedicated to Kerry who doesn't outshine the light, but she glows in the dark. This is how we make it.
The sky is blue, the
clouds are white
Daylight is pretty, but I want you at night
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble. What fucking nonsense. Olivia Benson slammed her pencil down on her desk. What the hell was she doing writing puppy love poems? She didn't do that crap. At least, she thought she didn't. And who was to say that her girlfriend would even go for it?
Casey Novak was not the fru-fru I love you type. No, she was all athletic with a dominating edge. Sinfully red hair, creamy white and smooth skin, green eyes sharper than the broken shards of a bottle of Heineken. If she could read what Olivia was writing right now she'd probably laugh it off and tell her it was corny as Kansas. Casey hated corn. And maybe then, she'd tell Olivia she loved her anyway. Give her a little kiss to ebb the feelings of stupidity.
Olivia wanted a kiss right now. She missed Casey badly. Three whole days had passed since the last sighting of her girlfriend. Damn herself for getting her ass grounded and having her cell phone taken away. She knew she shouldn't have kicked Linelle Andrew's ass in P.E., not that she could help it. There were only so many times Olivia could stand to have Casey insulted in that "soft ballers make soft bitches" way. One bloody knuckled fist, a seven day school suspension, a two week bedroom confinement with no mobile power later, here she was, crooning out kiddy shit for the love of her teenaged life. It wasn't all bittersweet, though; prior to being hauled home by her mother Casey sat with Olivia in the nurse's office tending to her battered hand. She kissed the scratched skin and blushed in that way only true red heads can. No on had ever defended her, before.
God, Olivia wanted her girlfriend.
