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 Two

I climbed over to her side, figuring Elle as the kiss and cuddle type, and I was right. She fell in instantly with me, wrapping her arm around my waist and her face pressing to my chest. Her other hand dug itself into my hair, and stayed there. To my surprise I no longer just felt obligated. It wasn't that I was all of a sudden changed into a cuddly teddy bear, but I actually wanted her in my arms, and that want had nothing to do with me currently becoming more aroused.

I moved to smell the curls that tickled my neck, and figured that if they had a taste to them, it had to be cherry and the sweetest I'd ever tasted. I knew Elle's sexual appetite was very, very spicy, but sex did not make the person. Everything else that was Elle, everything else that I knew about her, the way she worked, the way she treated everyone in the SVU, even Munch... That was what made her. The way she held me now, eyes open, hand moving to lightly stroke my chest, and her head positioned carefully, obviously over my heart to hear the calming beats... That was Elle.

"I hate to do this but-"

"I know," she groaned. "We gotta get out of here."

I pointed to her naked lower half. "At least before someone gets more than their coat."

She blushed, sitting up to search for her clothes as I put my hair back up and looked for my vest. We both stood and met each others eyes, and a bit clumsy with what we were thinking. The inevitable moment after.

Now, I could be a master at evasion, even when it came to the women I worked with. I would never slight Elle and would want to stay friends, but if I knew how to play her just right. If I wanted.

But I didn't.

She, of course, didn't know this yet and started bumbling. "Listen, I uh, I want you to know that, um, well, you know. This won't affect our work or anything."

I nodded, finished buttoning my vest, then stepped up to her and hooked my finger onto the top of the sequined shirt, pulling it away from her chest and peering in. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Finn!" she shrieked and slapped my hand away, grabbing her shirt and blushing furiously. Shy right after what we had both done to each other. That was Elle.

I took her by the arms and pulled her to me. "I think I've earned the right."

She smiled, then laughed and pulled her shirt open. I looked in, eyes greedy. "Hmmm... Third nipples are soo sexy."

She hit my arm with one hand playfully. "I do not have a third nipple."

I frowned and moved my head down to study her closer, making her squirm. "Well then what's that?" I asked nodding my head at two perfectly normal and beautiful breasts.

"Where?" As she looked down to her own shirt, I brought my head back up and met her surprised lips with my hungry ones, kissing her hard, forcing my tongue in. After a surprised squeak she kissed back, crooning into my mouth with a low hum. She wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me to her, and I kissed her harder than I had ever kissed anyone in my life, rocking her back on her heals. I tried to devour her, to take it all at once, and I broke the kiss, utterly confused at myself. But I didn't want this to be the end of... Well, this. I'd have to consider my emotions later.

"I don't want to sound forward," I said with a smile and lifted my hand to her face. "But would you consider-"

"I'd love to," she said, a huge grin flashing across her face. "Whose is closest?"

Before I could even smile at the sudden change from giddy and shy to sexually comfortable, I heard a very familiar voice coming from the hall complaining about the dark. Then the door opened and our captain walked in to find Elle's arms around me and my hand on her face.

The three of us stared for a moment as the ADA moved beside Cragen.

And then there were four.

...

"Uh-" I started, then just sort of stopped.

...

"Compromising position, Detective," started Alex looking directly at me, then to Elle. "Miss Seymour."

"Captain. Counselor," Elle nodded to each of them coolly, suddenly gaining confidence and, well, quite frankly balls that I didn't have. She reached out her hand. "We're taking the coats."

I actually saw Cragen try to stifle a laugh as he and Cabot took their coats off and handed them over.

"Have a good time at the party," she called out seriously and Alex shot a smile at her. An honest to God smile from the assistant DA that had nothing to do with nailing criminals or any other facet of her work was about as common as ice caps on the sun.

As the two left, I opened my mouth to express my concern, but Elle's free hand pushed itself sideways over my lips. "Not tonight. They saw what they saw, and that's that. But it's not going to affect the rest of our night is it?"

I looked at her for a moment, considering, then licked her hand slowly.

She laughed. "Good. Now let's go."

We left the closet a moment later with our own coats on, and headed through the hall. Elle stopped briefly to say goodbye to her old partner from Homicide then grabbed my hand and led me to the front door. On our way we passed our boss and the ADA talking heatedly to Jack McCoy and Abbie Carmichael, who were at each others throats, yet again. Cragen seemed beat and a little annoyed, but stood next to Cabot as if offering his support.

As Elle and I walked out into the brisk starlit night heading for my car, she suddenly stopped and grabbed my arm, looking up at me. From the grip I thought she might be having a seisure.

"Shit! I forgot my panties in the closet."

I laughed out loud, and she slapped my arm in what I was beginning to note as a habit. "It's not funny, Finn."

"How could you not notice that you weren't wearing them."

She looked down at the gravel beneath her feet and kicked at the stones, once again taking me aback with her innocent, childlike manner. "Well, I wasn't exactly thinking of my underwear, now was I?"

I waited. I could tell by the posture and the tone that there was something else. She looked up to see the expectation on my face, and sighed, throwing her arms up in the air.

"I rarely ever wear any, alright?!"

I felt a jerk in my stomach as I thought about the implications of that statement. Childlike innocence my ass.

"It's just with these slacks you can tell when a girl's not wearing any, and I'm not a slut, so..." She trailed off, concentration suddenly creasing her face. I figured that she was most likely remembering just what the closet escapade entailed. When a flush began to creep onto those soft cheeks, I knew I had guessed correctly. "Can we please just go back and get them?"

"Why? Do they have your name on them?"

She frowned. "Well, no."

"Then it doesn't matter unless Cragen or Cabot finds them." She glanced back at the loft, and the pure, horrified terror that I saw slam onto her face made me chuckle. She glared at me then started to go back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I grabbed her then scooped her up in my arms, surprised at how very light she was. She always had such a presence, and I guess that affected the way I envisioned her. Even squirming in my arms, I held her easily. She still tried to get down, and I tightened my grip further. "Oh, no you don't. Uh, uh. Not after you tell me you rarely wear underwear. You now what that'll do to me? I mean every time I see you in the squadroom."

She laughed and laid back dramatically, letting her head and curls drape beyond my arm and her arm flop down. "Fine. I'm docile. Happy? So, can I go get my underwear now? Pretty please? With sugar on top?"

Good suggestion. "No. We're going now, Seymour."

She looked up at me grinning with her eyes lowered suductively. "Yes, sir, Detective."

I placed her down next to the passenger door, unlocked and opened the door for her. Instead of getting in, she pulled me toward her, grinding her hips to mine, and used her tongue on my jawbone. "Damn," I muttered and shoved her up against the backseat door. I started to bend down to her lips when I heard voices taunting us.

I looked up to see three kids in costumes across the street pointing. Elle turned her head and laughed as they ran by yelling. "Happy Halloween!" she called after them.

I opened her unbuttoned coat and pushed my face into her shirt, searching for her breasts. "What about me?" I growled.

She laughed and pushed me away. "I'll show you a happy Halloween just as soon as we get to your place." She got in and closed the door.

I drummed my fingers on the hood before moving around the car. My place it is, then.

On to the next couple!