Black Leather
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,543
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Law & Order, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Black Leather
Title: Black Leather
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: NC-17 all the way!!! (Maybe R for this first bit, but...heehee...) Hide the kiddies!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, just wanted to have some fun? Can you really blame me?
Archive: yes, please tell me where!
-- -- -- denotes flashback/dream
One last thing...I'm searching high and low for a beta...please share! :)
On with the show!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Black Leather
He could still smell the leather; still feel the warm body moving with his, even as the dream faded away. His own desperate cries of ecstasy were still ringing in his ears, though only one other had heard them since the beautiful leather had swallowed them up as quickly as they had been wrenched from his throat.
There was still a pool of fire burning low in his belly even as he was yanked from the world of dreams by the earsplitting wail of his alarm clock.
He realized blearily that the wet spot he was lying in was fresh. So fresh, in fact, that his hips were still rolling and his face was still tensed in a silent scream. He wanted so desperately to go back to the world where he could bury his face in the warm leather that so gently caressed the neck of the one who wore it. He groaned loudly as the clock continued to demand his attention. He rose stiffly – he hadn’t slept like *that* in 20 years.
As he got ready for work, he wondered at the fact that he had dreamt at all. It seemed to him that working in SVU had destroyed any capacity for non-depressing thought he had possessed.
Reaching the stationhouse did not jolt him into ‘work mode’ the way it usually did. He couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t keep cases and victims and suspects straight. He got many a strange glance from his partner, a few concerned pats on the shoulder and even a “hey, man, what’s your problem?”
He was losing it and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.
There was one part of the dream that refused to be repressed. It itched in his bones, and no matter how hard he scratched the skin, the bone still itched. The leather haunted him like a dead lover’s touch. It teased him with phantom caresses that set him ablaze.
-- -- -- --
All he can see is the collar of the black leather jacket contrasting with the light mocha skin. The leather is old and worn, but in good condition; it doesn’t crack when he buries his face in it, only the whisper of skin on leather reaches his ears at the first contact. It’s butter-soft under his hands as they slide from shoulder to wrist.
He shuts his eyes as tight as he can, concentrating on keeping quiet as the hands find his waist and grip hard. His own hands slide to the front of the jacket, gliding quietly on a layer of supple leather to the narrow waist of the one before him. He feels a tightening on his own hips as his hands move under the protective layer of leather and into the heat trapped between shirt and armor.
His moan is swallowed by the black satin as the heat burns his very soul.
-- -- -- --
“Hey, man, wake your bony ass up.”
His mind refused to accept the fact that he was in the real world. There was no leather, no mocha skin and no inquisitive hand in this world. No, there was only the harsh ache left by their parting to comfort him. His partner walked by, seating himself at their shared desks.
“You were spacing out on me again. You sleep last night?”
He almost laughed, but the utterance died in his throat as a tantalizing whiff of leather wafted up to him and slapped him in the face.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
His eyelids slid to half-mast and his mouth threatened to fall open. The conflagration in his belly was rekindled and it began to thread its way through his body with agonizing speed.
He noticed through glazed eyes that his partner had stood up and was leaning over his desk, staring intently. He really couldn’t blame the man – he probably looked crazed. He exhaled sharply, effectively stifling the moan that was trying to crawl up his throat.
“Sorry, just thinking.”
“Mm-hmm… You’ve been thinking for five minutes straight without moving.”
“Oh.”
“‘Oh’? That the best you can do? What happened to the smart-ass who was here yesterday?”
“He called in sick, didn’t you hear?”
“Hmph…” Obviously dissatisfied with this last answer, but content with his level of sanity, his partner sat down
again, the leather of his jacket rustling like fallen leaves in a breeze.
It was too much. He bolted upright, upsetting a pile of case files in his haste.
“I gotta pee.”
His partner looked up at him skeptically, one eyebrow cocked, “You just went, right before your mind decided to take a vacation.”
“Gotta go again…I, uh, drank too much coffee.”
He knew damn well that his coffee mug was dry and he knew that his partner and the whole squad knew it, too.
He ran anyway, as if fleeing the scene of a crime.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
R&R, please!! (just between you and me, I've never done this before...any help is appreciated, but I will not bother to acknowledge flames. I may be green, but I'm no virgin!)
luv ya!
RJsBB
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: NC-17 all the way!!! (Maybe R for this first bit, but...heehee...) Hide the kiddies!
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, just wanted to have some fun? Can you really blame me?
Archive: yes, please tell me where!
-- -- -- denotes flashback/dream
One last thing...I'm searching high and low for a beta...please share! :)
On with the show!!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Black Leather
He could still smell the leather; still feel the warm body moving with his, even as the dream faded away. His own desperate cries of ecstasy were still ringing in his ears, though only one other had heard them since the beautiful leather had swallowed them up as quickly as they had been wrenched from his throat.
There was still a pool of fire burning low in his belly even as he was yanked from the world of dreams by the earsplitting wail of his alarm clock.
He realized blearily that the wet spot he was lying in was fresh. So fresh, in fact, that his hips were still rolling and his face was still tensed in a silent scream. He wanted so desperately to go back to the world where he could bury his face in the warm leather that so gently caressed the neck of the one who wore it. He groaned loudly as the clock continued to demand his attention. He rose stiffly – he hadn’t slept like *that* in 20 years.
As he got ready for work, he wondered at the fact that he had dreamt at all. It seemed to him that working in SVU had destroyed any capacity for non-depressing thought he had possessed.
Reaching the stationhouse did not jolt him into ‘work mode’ the way it usually did. He couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t keep cases and victims and suspects straight. He got many a strange glance from his partner, a few concerned pats on the shoulder and even a “hey, man, what’s your problem?”
He was losing it and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet.
There was one part of the dream that refused to be repressed. It itched in his bones, and no matter how hard he scratched the skin, the bone still itched. The leather haunted him like a dead lover’s touch. It teased him with phantom caresses that set him ablaze.
-- -- -- --
All he can see is the collar of the black leather jacket contrasting with the light mocha skin. The leather is old and worn, but in good condition; it doesn’t crack when he buries his face in it, only the whisper of skin on leather reaches his ears at the first contact. It’s butter-soft under his hands as they slide from shoulder to wrist.
He shuts his eyes as tight as he can, concentrating on keeping quiet as the hands find his waist and grip hard. His own hands slide to the front of the jacket, gliding quietly on a layer of supple leather to the narrow waist of the one before him. He feels a tightening on his own hips as his hands move under the protective layer of leather and into the heat trapped between shirt and armor.
His moan is swallowed by the black satin as the heat burns his very soul.
-- -- -- --
“Hey, man, wake your bony ass up.”
His mind refused to accept the fact that he was in the real world. There was no leather, no mocha skin and no inquisitive hand in this world. No, there was only the harsh ache left by their parting to comfort him. His partner walked by, seating himself at their shared desks.
“You were spacing out on me again. You sleep last night?”
He almost laughed, but the utterance died in his throat as a tantalizing whiff of leather wafted up to him and slapped him in the face.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
His eyelids slid to half-mast and his mouth threatened to fall open. The conflagration in his belly was rekindled and it began to thread its way through his body with agonizing speed.
He noticed through glazed eyes that his partner had stood up and was leaning over his desk, staring intently. He really couldn’t blame the man – he probably looked crazed. He exhaled sharply, effectively stifling the moan that was trying to crawl up his throat.
“Sorry, just thinking.”
“Mm-hmm… You’ve been thinking for five minutes straight without moving.”
“Oh.”
“‘Oh’? That the best you can do? What happened to the smart-ass who was here yesterday?”
“He called in sick, didn’t you hear?”
“Hmph…” Obviously dissatisfied with this last answer, but content with his level of sanity, his partner sat down
again, the leather of his jacket rustling like fallen leaves in a breeze.
It was too much. He bolted upright, upsetting a pile of case files in his haste.
“I gotta pee.”
His partner looked up at him skeptically, one eyebrow cocked, “You just went, right before your mind decided to take a vacation.”
“Gotta go again…I, uh, drank too much coffee.”
He knew damn well that his coffee mug was dry and he knew that his partner and the whole squad knew it, too.
He ran anyway, as if fleeing the scene of a crime.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
R&R, please!! (just between you and me, I've never done this before...any help is appreciated, but I will not bother to acknowledge flames. I may be green, but I'm no virgin!)
luv ya!
RJsBB