Oblivion: Jaguar
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: Random observations on a snowy day (Alex pov)
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Based on the German movie Aimee & Jaguar, which I don't own either
I'm Jaguar, the hunter, the teacher. She's Aimee, my prey, the
student. The one thing I want, even if it kills me.
I used to think life was pretty easy. You're born, go through the
first 18 years of your life without really thinking about it, then
you go to college, meet your future spouse, marry them, have kids,
and if your really fortunate, you will live to be a 100 years old and
die happily.
That's how I imagined my life, actually. Little did I know that it
would turn out so very different. I wanted to be a nurse when I was
little, a journalist when I was a teenager, and I ended up as a
lawyer in my adult life. I haven't met the husband, but I met the one
woman who will always give me everything and more then he could ever
give me.
We've known eachother for 4 and a half years now. The last half we
spent as lovers. It feels so different. Nothing is ever the same. One
day, her kisses taste like apple juice, the other they will taste of
potatoe chips. Making love is never the same. Sometimes it's rough
and quick, but mostly it's sensual, slow and intense.
It started out so strange. It was Friday afternoon, the city was
flooded with rain, and I needed to go over a testimony with her. I
went over to her apartment, and found her sitting on the floor,
surrounded by tissues. Tears were streaming down her face. She looked
at me with those incredible brown eyes, and I felt the floor melting
under my feet. I just sat on the bed with her, holding her close,
until she fell asleep. It had been exactly 3 years since her mother
died.
After that, the hunt began. I knew she watched me. In court, in the
squadroom. We sat in a booth in O'Malley's, the guys just bragging
their asses off, and yet, we became oblivious to them. I defied her.
I held her hand under the table. I watched as she interrogated a perp
the rough style. She did her best with me too. She came to the
restaurant that night, when I had to take stupid Trevor out to dinner
over a lost bet. I won, though. Later in the evening, she showed up
at my apartment, and before I knew what hit me, we were on the bed,
her fingers running over my midriff. We fell asleep around 5 am, not
really grasping the ride we were about to take.
Now, 6 months later, I'm lying here, on a lazy sunday afternoon.
She's asleep in my arms, softly whispering sweet nonsense in her
sleep. We made love twice today. I woke up to her kisses on my
belly. "Please, kitten"? her voice sounds so nice. Outside, the snow
is covering the street in an ice cold layer of white powder. Inside,
the air is thick with oblivion. It's just me and her now. I hold her
hand, and close my eyes. She kisses my lips, my cheeks, my shoulders.
I let her take care of me for a while. All of the sudden she gets up
from the couch, and walks towards the bedroom. I wait for a minute,
knowing that she's lighting the candles and the incense, before I'm
allowed to join her. She is standing by the bed, holding out her
arms. I take off my clothes, and walk towards her. It feels so safe
now.
I feel her inside me, and I let myself fall over the edge. When I
open my eyes, I know that I've hit the right shot. My prey is
whispering in my ear, I know that I have found what I've been looking
for.
