Nymph Du Pave: Happy Halloween
TITLE: Happy Halloween
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
DISCLAIMER: L&O: SVU belongs to Dick Wolf, NBC and whoever else. I have nothing but a sick desire to play with the characters created by them. I earn no wages, just want to have fun.
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: nymph_du_pave@hotmail.com


Happy Halloween

CHAPTER THREE: Finn and the Demure Elle
Part One

It was around twenty-five minutes before I could even get to asking her to dance with me. She had to go say hello to practically everyone in the loft, from both Narcotics and Homicide, then their families. I walked around talking to a couple of my friends from Narcs that didn't feel completely abandoned by me. I had left so abruptly after my partner, Julian, had died that I hadn't even said goodbye to many of my colleagues. I just couldn't have been there.

As I headed towards the bar for a second beer, I heard Elle talking loudly to someone. I looked to my left and watched the overly polite advisor trying to unlatch herself from a conversation with a tall, dark haired man who looked extremely interested in her. I thought for an evil moment of leaving her dangling as she did with me, and watching her try to get away, but then I'd never be able to get close enough for anything to happen.

I walked towards them and as a few people parted for me, I noticed that she had changed into shapely black slacks that accented her waist, butt and thighs and a glittering orange strapless top with strings laced up the rear, exposing her slender and delicate back. I stared at the way the shirt molded perfectly to her shape, her nicely lean arms crossed, pushing her proud breasts up. On anyone else the mixture of her hair color and the orange would have clashed horribly, but her complexion made the transition smooth and flawless.

"No, no. Really that's great. I've just got to uh, you know, meet someone." My grin widened at the opening she had inadvertently given me. I walked up behind her, pushed my hands under her bare arms and grabbed her around her slim waist, feeling her flat stomach surprisingly graced with feminine muscle beneath my arms. "Hello," I purred into her ear loud enough for her friend to hear me. She jumped and turned her head to look back at me, face within a mere two inches of mine. As soon as she realized who was grabbing her, the confusion left and my stomach performed a small vertiginous flip at the expression on her face. At the same time her face was exhibiting pure, happy surprise, I felt her inhale sharply beneath me and she held that breath for a moment. To my senses the loft was suddenly gone; it was as if we had floated away, our bodies pressed together. It was just her and me.

"Oh, uh-" And him.

Argh. I came crashing back to reality.

"Sorry, Ellandra." I almost felt bad for the younger man with his sudden downtrodden face that he was trying, however unsuccessfully, to twist into a placid form. "I'll just..." he trailed off pointing to the bar. "See ya."

"Bye, Collin," she breathed, looking at his retreating form. I could tell being in my arms was still affecting her, and this shook me a little. She wanted to be here like this. It had occurred to me with the way we bonded and bantered that maybe she had a tiny thing for me. Just sort of a crush, what with the looks I occasionally caught her giving me. They were the same kind she occasionally caught me giving her. Well, that and I look at her breasts a lot, something I never catch her reciprocating.

That we might dance tonight and take it a wee bit further than friendship, well, it had entered my mind. But to find the desire already there and strong... I could picture, could feel, those lush little lips beneath mine, my hands all over her and hers all over me. I could hear her moaning in desire, could hear the rip of my shirt being torn open in frenzied lust and-

She moved in my arms and I stepped back, letting her go and turn to face me before the urge to press myself against that tight little ass became too much to fight. The stirring in my now awaking groin make it more difficult to look at her, but I did, awkwardly for a moment, and then to the floor, her eyes following the trail of mine.

Oh, God.

She was wearing open-toed, lacy orange sandals. Her beautiful toes peaking out, obviously well taken care of and manicured, the clear acrylic paint gleaming. My mind filled with thoughts of tickling those feet with my tongue.

I cleared my throat. "I, uh, overheard your conversation, and it sounded like you could use a break."

She looked sharply up at me and I immediately regretted giving her my reasons for holding her the way I did. I could see sad understanding enter her eyes as she realized I had only done it to help her get away from Collin. She thought I didn't feel the same, and I watched as embarrassment heated her cheeks. "Oh, okay."

"Elle-" I started, trying to explain.

"Well, thanks, I didn't-"

"Elle-"

"-really feel like talking-"

"Hey-"

"-to him much longer."

I put my hand to her face, and cursed my work-callused fingers for their minute sensitivity, wishing I could feel the true texture of her satiny cheek. Would it feel like a rose petal?

She was quiet and her confused expression came back, her heated brown eyes melting something in me. I think it was my reservation.

The crowd suddenly got loud with raucous laughter, and I bent over to speak into her ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes shut as she inhaled again, this time instantly letting it out in one shaky whoosh, and I could feel the warmth flow against the side of my neck.

I brushed the curls away and let my lips brush softly against her ear as I whispered "Do you want to dance with me?"

She nodded quickly, her hair tickling the end of my nose and lips. I had a sudden urge to lick that hair, to taste it and see if it was strawberry flavored or closer to cayenne.

Instead I grabbed her hand and started to pull her with me, when I realized that this was not my turf. I had no clue where the dance floor was, even though she had told me on our ride here there would be one. Elle pointed to a sliding glass door, and I could see that it led to a patio. We walked there hand in hand, not saying anything. I opened it for her and followed her out onto the awning covered dance floor. I briefly looked around, appraising the subtle light sources: twinkle-lights and tiki-torches. October Project's Return to Me was playing from speakers to the left and right, though I'd never let a soul in on the fact that I knew and indeed liked their music. The patio was full but not crowded with couples, some having fun, some more intimate, and the floor was made of deep, rich ebony wood. With the string lights hanging from the awning above casting a perfect reflection onto the black floor, it looked as if we were standing on the sky.

I looked at Elle, both her skin and her shirt shimmering in the atmospheric light as she watched the crowd beyond the patio rail. I swallowed, taking in her beauty. "Who's house is this anyway?"

She met my eyes. "Frank Clinton's."

I forwned, effectively communicating the blank that the name brought up.

"He's an investor. He's also the brother-in-law of Lieutenant Michael Bentley."

This time no blank, the name fully registered. "Narcotics."

"Yeah. He does this every year for the Fourth of July, Halloween, and New Year's Eve. Halloween's his favorite though."

I glanced at the makeshift haunted house in the huge backyard. "It must be. How come I've never heard of it?"

"Well, you worked heavy undercover, right?" I nodded. "No time to visit cop parties when you're playing the dangerous role of a dealer. Nobody in the SVU knew about it either, though. Well, except for Cragen. He recognized it when I gave him the address, but he said he just doesn't get out much."

"They must not think much of Sex Crimes." Looking back to her, I smiled and ran my fingers through the unruly and fiery silk, noting the droop in her eyelids and the sudden heaviness of my own. In my dazed state I wondered why my fingers, still entwined in her hair, had not caught fire.

I led her to a vacant spot near one of the torches, and moved so that she caught the reflection of the light, her hair and face glowing, her shirt sending sparkles onto us both. I pulled her to me, my hands sliding over the speed bumps of her laced up straps and down her back, to rest right above her rear. Her own hands found their way to clasp around my neck, her arms draping lightly down my chest.

We didn't move with the music or even meet each others gazes at first, too unsteady in the moment. Then, courage rebuilt, we acted in unison, our eyes converging in a single moment. We stayed still, like that for what could have been five seconds or five minutes, then I started to lower my head towards hers. Foreheads pressed together and eyes closed, we started to move with the music, my arms wrapping themselves once again around her and her own grip becoming tighter. My head moved so we were as close to cheek to cheek as we could get with her in flats and four or five inches shorter. She pressed her whole body against mine, and my breathing was quickly becoming more ragged. I opened my eyes to concentrate on something other than her and saw my partner rush out onto the patio. He looked around for a second, and more slowly and carefully removed himself from the floor, walking down the steps. I suddenly recognized one of the other couples on the floor as Monique Jeffries and a young white man that looked very familiar. They were arguing in a good natured fashion and Monique said something about "getting the nerve up" and pointed to Munch.

Brian Cassidy, my mind supplied, Munch's old partner, before Jeffries. I had only seen a few pictures of him, one on my partner's desk. We'd never actually met.

A second later Cassidy grabbed Jeffries' hand and headed down the stairs. "John! Hey, man!" His voice startled Elle, and she looked up at me.

The heat and desire in her eyes brought back the level of sexual tension that I had been trying to calm, and everything in me tensed pleasantly. Her face seemed so innocent, but her hair silently screamed that there was another side to her and her lustful eyes were confirming it. I brought my right hand to her cheek and bent down, quickly covering her plush lips with mine. Thrilled when they instantly parted, I eagerly sent my tongue in to stroke hers and at the same time decided to test the waters. I trailed my left hand down the curve of her spine to lightly cup her bottom. I could feel the skimpy panty line beneath the polyester pants and Elle moaned deeply, strengthening her grip on my neck and filling my mouth with her hunger. I lowered my right hand to cup the other cheek of her rear, and pulled her roughly to me. Her hands left my neck and slid firmly over my shoulders and down the front of my chest, feeling me out.

I released her ass from my grip and pushed her away gently gasping for air, but kept my hands on her upper arms. I bent slightly to kiss her on the cheekbone, right below her left eye.

"Finn, I-"

I looked at her and she flushed deeply, but did not drop her gaze. I lightly trailed a finger from her forehead to her nose, then more slowly over her moist and parted lips. "Yeah?"

Her eyes closed, no doubt enjoying the sensation of my finger making its rounds. "I want you," she whispered. The muscles in my stomach suddenly contracted to what must have been a tenth of their regular size. My finger stilled in it's position on her bottom lip, and to my surprise her pink, wet tongue flickered out to lick the tip.

This time we both flushed. I could feel the heat all over as she kept her shy eyes shut tight, but her mouth opened and she took my finger into it. Warm and wet, she passed the first knuckle and stopped at the second. She kept my finger gently in place with her teeth and lightly teased it with her tongue. As she sucked a little on the end, I could feel my hardness growing, and knew it was time to go. If Elle wanted to change her mind she could do it somewhere more private, because she wasn't going to get the chance here. Right now, I just had to get out of the crowd.

I took my finger abruptly out of her mouth, wanting so badly to replace it with something else, and grabbed her hand, pulling her with me. "Come on," I growled.

I walked back into the house, the ridiculously warm air not really helping the already overheated situation. I had to think. There wasn't going to be a spare room in this house, and my car was not a very sexy place.

If we can't find anywhere private, maybe it's for the best. It's a sign. I jumped a little as I felt a light squeeze on my ass. Or maybe that was a sign. I turned to look at her and she kissed the back of my hand. "This way." I followed her, watching her hips sway from side to side as she pulled me with her to some unknown destination. I could imagine my hands on those hips, only they were naked and pinned beneath me.

Feeling a little lightheaded as we turned down a dark hallway, I heard loud rock and roll music. I was trying to identify the song as we stopped and Elle opened a door. She pushed me in front of her, then followed. It was completely dark and I had no idea where we were until Elle turned on the light temporarily blinding us both.

"Ugh!"

"Tell me about it." I opened my eyes and my mouth dropped. So this is where she took my coat when we got here.

We were in a large, walk-in closet over-flowing with coats and jackets. I couldn't even see the floor.

This is where she wants to...

I turned around to face her, and the lights went off again. My heart started pounding. "Elle are you sure-"

A pair of lips cut me off, attaching themselves to mine and frenzied hands started to work my vest open.





Two choices exist here for the reader: Either read the cut scene Finn and the Demure Elle [Omitted Scene] at risk of an NC-17 rating, or Go on to the next chapter part, which skips the detailed sexual escapades.