I do not own the characters and no profit made with this.

Rated M for wrapped spice. 'Just tear the paper Betsy.'

I debated hard and long over how explicit to go with this tale, and I decided to stick with the scope of my usual smut. I don't find medical body descriptions sexy.. Sorry you erotica lovers.

Hidden Intimacy

Chapter Five:

Desertion

Soft blue light creeps through the side window behind me as I open my eyes from my impromptu nap. I don't recognize my surroundings. Looking around at the unfamiliar room, I feel like something's missing, and I'm still sleepy, still in a haze of confusion.

As I bend and shift, my body aches and my muscles start to cramp. Cool air hits my lower body, confirming my near nakedness and my hand still clutches the silk shirt from Olivia, the material warm and soft between my fingers.

Brief snippets of last night flows through my mind's eye, as my gaze moves to the floor where I left my Venus and her lover.

Amongst the mess of blankets and pillows, I see only empty space. The scarves and black pouch all put away from my sight. The fireplace is empty of its previous light and warmth, and the candles all snuffed out, leaving the room only illuminated by the dim blue light of the coming dawn. A sigh fills the empty room, echoing in the space, and I realize it came from my body.

"Isn't this fitting," I murmur to myself and stand up from my perch. Bending down toward my ankles, I grab my pants and pull them slowly up my cold, aching body with gentle squirms of my hips and thighs. My inner thighs, still coated with the evidence from my abundant releases, felt sticky as I ease my pants over my hips to fasten them tight. I want to clean up, but not before I find my Venus and her lover.

The rug beneath my feet is soft and plush, and my feet slowly carry me over to the dark and empty fireplace, stepping around the skewed blankets and pillows to avoid losing my balance. I'm as wobbly as a newborn colt. I reach out and touch the stone fireplace. The stone surrounding the fireplace is cold beneath my hand, but I decide that it doesn't matter, and I keep my hand where I placed it, clutching at the rough edges with all my available strength.

My knees are weak and I welcome the support.

Straining my ears toward the double doors, I listen for any other sounds echoing from outside the room. There is only silence. I am alone in this strange house. With a sigh, I collect my boots and decide to leave. I glance at my watch, noticing the hands slowly ticking away the day. I have to get home and get ready for work.

My world still spins even though I touched Heaven last night.

I open the doors and slip through, the hallway different in the daylight, far less imposing. "Hello?" I call out, my voice cracking, no doubt from my screams and moans of the night before. "Anybody here?"

Only silence greets me. The house is either empty of its occupants or perhaps they are hiding from me, not wanting to greet me and explain why I must leave. "Well I won't give them the satisfaction," I mutter as I open the front door and step outside.

Pulling out my cell phone, I dial a taxi service to come and pick me up immediately. The service promises a car within twenty minutes. Great, I think as I step into the driveway and look around. The car that brought me here was nowhere in sight. They must have left after all, probably not wanting to face me after all we shared the night before.

It didn't matter, I think as I turn around to gaze at the imposing house behind me. The white mansion still huge even in the daylight. It still continued to be a reminder why I didn't belong there in the first place. By pure flip of luck's coin, I ended up here last night, but I doubt that I will ever return or see my players again. They were lost to me.

The taxi pulled up with a skid of gravel, and my eyes glance at the mansion one more time before I eased my tired body inside the car.

"That your house?" the driver asks. I cough to clear my throat and give him my address. He nods like a seasoned driver would, but still glances at me in the mirror while he waits for my answer. He assumes that I'm going to answer him.

Closing my eyes to block out the sight, I mutter, "no, its not. I was only a guest for the evening."

"Lucky you. That's some place. Did you at least get a tour?" the driver yells as he pulled the car out onto the street to take me back toward my apartment. I

I shake my head. "No, I didn't. It wasn't really a social call." A blush warms my cheeks as I duck my head to avoid his gaze. A guest for the evening? Gee Sierra, why don't you just say you watched the owners until you passed out from exhaustion. "How long till we get to my apartment?"

I look up at him, my face a mask of indifference, at least I hope. His smile drops. I see the curious glint in his eyes harden. "Bout, five minutes. Traffic permitting of course."

"Yes, of course. Well I'll just sit back and wait," I answer as I nod at him then duck my head again.

Silence reigned for the rest of the ride. Slipping him a generous tip, I ease my body out of the taxi then walk slowly up to my apartment. With a push, the door opens and the rooms smell the same as when I left the night before, but I definitely smell different. I smell of sex, and of spent emotions.

The rooms feel emptier than yesterday.

As I step into my bathroom to shower and get ready for work, my cell phone began to ring. "Shit." I recognize the ringer as Michelle's. She no doubt, wants to make sure I'm not stuffed into a trash barrel down on Houston street.

"Hey, what's up girl?" Michelle burrs in my ear after I push the talk button. Setting the phone on the back of the toilet and pushing the speakerphone, I sit down on the flipped down cushioned seat. My legs won't hold me up if I were to stand for the whole conversation, and I'm far too sticky to plop down onto my couch and get the remnants of my night out on the cushions.

"Yo, just walked in my door. I'm about to shower. What's up?" I change ears and turn on the shower water to start warming it. Also to help push along the conversation.

"So you went home with two beautiful women and that's all you're going to give me, is a what's up? Come on Sierra, I know you. You slept with both of them, didn't you?"

"Err, not exactly. I'll tell you all about it, but I need to get ready. Can we talk at lunch?" I left the drain closed, deciding on a quick bath instead. I'm very sore.

"Sure, absolutely. Meet you at the deli on the corner?"

"Yep. See you then." I ended the call and set the phone back onto the toilet lid as I got to my feet.

With a sigh, I ease down into the water. It's hot and glorious against my slightly raw skin. The scent of my soap eased my pains away as I lay back in the water, cleaning myself. Thoughts of last night fill my mind. And with the thoughts of my Venus and her lover, intertwined together in a loving embrace, I realize how empty seeing them together makes me feel. When they took me into their lair, allowed me to watch them together, I thought I had struck gold. I thought I got lucky. And I did. Last night I was the luckiest woman alive, but this morning, I feel like the loneliest because I was given a taste of what I could have, then tossed out into the cold.

Alone.

With a dunk of my head, I sputter out the dripping soapy water, then ease out of the bathtub. Time's ticking away from me and I still have to get to work on time regardless of my lonely feelings. I have a job to do. I slip out of the tub and dry off quickly. The bathroom considerably colder than before. Or perhaps, my body is just exhausted and unable to withhold very much heat. Either way, I run to my closet to grab my clothes, slipping them on quickly while shivering slightly. My short hair dries fast, so I rubbed it with the towel then finger combed it. A glance in the mirror to make sure my shirt's buttoned up all the way and my slacks are on the right way, then I'm out the door.

I decide to drive my car to work today instead of walking, and head to the garage. I rarely drove to work because I live so close to the station. A flick of the ignition, and the car starts with a purr. I buckle my seat belt, then pull out of my space.

I look up at the brightening sky while driving to the station, and the blue sky reminds me of the shade of my blue eyes that I glanced into last night. "No, let them go. They abandoned you this morning, so put them out of your mind Sierra. They don't matter anymore."

Shaking my head the whole way to the station, I whisper to myself my mantra of they don't matter anymore. But it doesn't appear to be taking my mind off the blue eyes, glazed with passion last night. I flash my shield to the door guard and pull into my spot. A slam of my door and I'm walking through the garage toward the elevator.

I need coffee, I think as I push the button to wait for the elevator car. Joe, an old friend, steps up beside me to wait with me for the elevator. I make small talk with him about the weather, then we ride up to our floor together. He works with me in the unit, so I know him pretty well.

The doors open and we step out of the car. He lets me go first because he is a gentleman after all. At least that's what he tells me everyday while asking me out. It's an old joke between us that started I don't know when, but even after I came out to him, he still asks me. And I still turn him down with a whispered suggestion that he has the wrong parts for me.

The squad room is a bustle of activity, people moving to and fro. "What's going on?" I ask while making my way over to the coffee pot, grabbing my mug and pouring a cup.

"Didn't you hear?" he rumbles and grabs his mug, also eager for a cup of the tar-like brew. It grows on you after a while, I always tell the new recruits.

"Joe, if I had heard, would I be asking you?" My eyes glare at him over my coffee mug.

"We got a transfer."

"Ohhh really? And that's news? We always have a new intern, new transfer, etc."

"But this one's different." He guides me away from the coffee station and over to our desks, which sit side-by-side.

"What's so different?"

"The Captain left us. We have a new Captain."

"Captain Tutola left us?" My eyes flick over to the closed Captain's door and a sigh escapes me as I sit down. I had become quite fond of Fin.

"Yeah, some new opportunity he couldn't pass up with the FBI. Anyways, this new Captain is hot."

A sinking feeling settles inside of my stomach as I sip my coffee like a woman dying of thirst. "A hot guy?"

"No…a woman." He flashes me a smile as he whipped out a folder, flipping it open, then gazing at him intently as the door opens.

A stream of coffee hit my windpipe as my eyes met the deep brown of Olivia Benson. Apparently Captain Benson. She flashes me a smile as she walked toward me.

"Detective Sierra Jones, how nice of you to appear this morning. We have a meeting at ten hundred in Conference Room two. Don't be late." With a downward flick of intense brown eyes, she disappears into her door, then closing the door with a bang.

My mouth opens then closes, Joe staring at me oddly. "You okay Sierra?" he mumbles.

I nod then shake my head to clear the fog. Nope, not working, I think.

Oh My God…

Leaning back, I close my eyes and pray for a bolt of lightening to strike me before I see my boss again.

A/N: I wrote this piece on two separate occasions, so I apologize for any inconsistencies. I'll fix them this weekend, but I wanted to get it uploaded while my internet worked. It's been fickle lately.