Oblivion II: Aimee
Author: Jamie
E-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Category: Slash
Feedback: Yes
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: not mine
Summary: "Whoever moved me before, I feel, that in all the others, I
only ever loved you" -- Felice Schragenheim
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Based on the German movie Aimee & Jaguar, which I don't own either
I'm Aimee. The student. The one who falls before the hunter, the
teacher, for her.
I never thought my life was easy. The earliest memory I have is my
mother passed out drunk on the couch, her mascara running down her
cheeks. She wasn't like all the other mothers. She didn't make
cookies, or ran after me with vitamins. I was 12 when I learnt the
reason why. I tried to hide her. I would never tell her about school
events, or any other occasion where parents of other students would
be present. I kept it up until college. The one place where you can
be anonymous. Through the years, we had an up and down relationship,
and when she died, we were in a down period.
I cried for her. Hundreds of tears. The worst thing was, I had to cry
alone. My mother didn't have many friends, and the last thing I
wanted was to annoy the guys at work. But I didn't count on her. I
don't know where she came from, but all of the sudden, she was
standing in my doorway. I could hardly speak or breathe, but she
didn't care. She sat next to me, and held me close. It felt so nice,
so new.
Things changed after that. Whenever she walked into the room, I could
barely take my eyes away from her. I studied her. The way she talked,
the way she walked, the way her blue eyes bore straight through me
whenever we met. That night at O'Malleys, I boiled over. She sat
there, watching Elliott play darts. I would have given anything to
look inside her head at that moment. Before I knew it, our fingers
entwined under the table.
The pot boiled over the night we went to see her at the restaurant.
The dress, the hair, the lipstick. I felt so angry, so jealous, so�
totally head over heels in love with her. I was so envious of Trevor,
for being the one who got to touch her, kiss her. Later I stood in
front of her door, rehearsing what I was going to say. I lost the
ability to speak when she opened the door, still in the dress, but
without shoes. I just kissed her, without thinking twice. She pushed
me away, asking me what the hell I was doing. She didn't need an
answer, she just wanted to make sure she wasn't dreaming. After a few
seconds, she pulled me into a hug, and said sorry for what happened
at the restaurant. By that time, words had lost all meaning to me.
The rest of the night is vague. I woke up at 7, she was naked in my
arms, and I felt happy. For the first time in a long time.
That's 6 months ago now. We didn't really look back. We spend most of
our free time together, most of it is spent lying in bed, trying to
make sense of everything we go through. I love making love to her.
It's a game we play. Sometimes it seems to take forever, other times
it ends too soon. Like this morning. I woke up with that content
feeling in my stomach. She was still asleep next to me, her fingers
spread across her belly. I kissed her navel, making her steer from
slumber. The moment I felt her hands in my hair, I knew she was
feeling the same way I did. I love the way she looks at me when I
kiss her, I love the way she whispers my name when she peaks, I love
the way she holds me close in our afterglow.
"What's the matter, kitten"? she asks, standing in the doorway. I
tell her it's nothing, and reach out to her. She takes my hands, and
as we lay down on the bed, I whisper "Be mine". She smiles, kisses
me, and responds "always, Aimee, always".
