Infinity

TITLE: Infinity (21/?)

AUTHOR: Master F&M

FANDOM: Law and Order: SVU

RATING: Everything from PG to R—just like life.

SUMMARY: A Fin fic— to give him a life that the show refuses to give him

DISCLAIMER: L&O: SVU and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf, NBC, and whomever

                          else puts the show out for our enjoyment. I just get to play with them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sam is a character of my own creation. She does not exist on the show.

FEEDBACK: Please give some. For entertainment purposes only.

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CHAPTER 21

            Fin awoke early the next morning to the sound of rain hitting the windows and the feel of
Sam in his arms. He smiled inwardly. My new favorite way to wake up.

            Sam stirred. Fin kept his eyes closed, for a moment fearing he was revisiting his dream
from a few weeks before. He felt her untangle herself from him, and prop herself up on a pillow.
Several minutes went by, and Fin was beginning to think she’d fallen asleep again, when he felt
her finger trace a line down his jaw then reach up to smooth back a few strands of his hair. His
smile appeared outward. She leaned in close to his ear.

            “Happy, Fin?” she whispered.

            He opened his eyes as the question echoed in his memory, back to the place in his mind
where he went to settle himself. Back to his Peace. He recognized it, yet knew it was different
somehow. “What did you say?”

            His puzzled expression confused her. “I asked if you were happy. Hasn’t anyone ever
asked you that before?”

            “Actually, no. It’s just that you reminded me of . . . Never mind.”

            He reached for her and drew her in for a long kiss. The smile was back when they parted.
“Good morning.”

            “Yes, it is.” She ran a finger over his lips, then pulled a hand through his hair. “I like your
hair loose like this.” She arranged it on both sides of his face, then smiled at the image she’d
created. “You’re a very sexy man, Odafin.” She kissed his lips.

             “With the most beautiful eyes.”

             She kissed his brow and ran her mouth down his throat.

            “...And the sexiest neck.”

            Fin reveled in the compliments and attention she gave him. Usually it was he who worked
at making his partner feel appreciated. It was nice to be with someone who enjoyed being with
hid wad wanted to show it. And Sam apparently didn’t have a problem doing that. She rubbed
his shoulders and kissed her way from one to the other.

            “...And the strongest shoulders.”

            Fin couldn’t remember the last time he felt this good about being with someone. He knew
all the reasons why he shouldn’t: She was too young, too well-off, too smart, and to some, the
wrong color. He’d already heard more than enough wisecracks about why he was with her at the
station house, even from some of the detectives he worked with. And Connie had made it clear
what his family thought about him seeing her. Sam tickled the few hairs that formed a line down
from his chest to his stomach.

            “...And the warmest skin.”

            But none of that seemed to matter when he was with her. He didn’t see her age or her
color. All he saw were those eyes that always seemed to be laughing, and the lips that usually
were. He saw the person who had laid in bed with him on Dorian’s birthday to ward off the
nightmares, and now, the woman who wanted to know if he was happy.

            Sam made her way back up to the head of the bed and leaned on him. “It’s official. I like
every part of you.”

            Fin felt the familiar drop in his stomach he usually experienced whenever she looked
directly at him. It had been so long since he’d felt any real happiness. He wanted this so much; to
be with the person who made him feel it again.

            He reached up and twirled a curl of her hair around his finger. Tomorrow he’d let the
doubts come again, and worry about what may or may not happen. For today, though, with the
rain shutting out the rest of the world, he would let himself freely enjoy being with her as much as
she was enjoying being with him.

            Fin freed the curl and rolled over so that he lay on top of her. Sam felt the size of his
arousal on her stomach.

            “Well. It is a good morning.”

            Fin saw the laughter in her eyes. “Yeah, it is.”

            He made love to her then, slowly and deliberately. He gave himself the time and
permission to fully get to know all of her, enjoying the newness of being with her, while allowing
himself the freedom to feel only her and the pleasure she gave him.

     㼠160;     Afterward, he held her while she slept, listening to the rhythm of her breathing and
wondering how, despite his best efforts, he’d managed to fall in love again.

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            Sam kneeled in front of Fin as he slept, waving a cup of coffee. When it failed to rouse
him, she moved the cup closer to his nose, then stood with a satisfied smile when he awoke.

            “Good morning. Again.”

            “It’s still morning?” Fin smiled at the sight of her in his T-shirt. There was something so
definitely right about it.

            “Just barely,” she answered. He sat up when he saw the tray she’d retrieved from the
dresser.

            “You made me breakfast?” He took the tray as she crawled back into bed. “You’re
gonna spoil me.”

            Sam leaned on her pillows, watching him eat. “I think you’re due for a little spoiling. I’ve
seen how you deal with the victims in your cases. How you go out of your way to help them
beyond the case. You take care of a lot of people,” she brushed her hand across his face, “but no
one takes care of you.”

            Fin looked away from her and drank from his cup. He wasn’t used to having that kind of
sentiment directed toward him and was a little uncomfortable with it. Sam withdrew her hand,
understanding, and was content to watch him finish his meal.

            Fin caught her smiling at him. “You always this happy on rainy days?” He removed the
tray from the bed, allowing her to snuggle next to him.

            “It’s my favorite kind of Saturday morning: Chilly and overcast with nothing pressing to
do or anywhere I have to brave the rain to go. I get to stay toasty in bed all morning, if I like, and
watch cartoons.”

            Fin laughed. “You watch cartoons? A grown-up, FBI girl like you?”

  0;�         She laughed back. “Well, not on a regular basis. But on a day like this, sure.”

            “Okay,” Fin liked the idea that she shared one of his guilty pleasures. “I happen to know a
lot about cartoons. Let me guess . . . You’re a big Bugs Bunny fan, right?”

            “Of course. He’s got ‘Munch’ written all over him.”

            “Figures. Smart-ass rabbit.” Sam playfully slapped at his side.

          㼠160;“I prefer Daffy, myself, “ he laughed. “He screws up a lot, but he usually means well.”

            “I can’t take him. What’s up with that lisp, anyway? Couldn’t anyone see about getting
him a therapist?”

            Fin chuckled at the idea and the turn their conversation had taken. He gave her a squeeze.
“Breakfast in bed and Saturday morning cartoons. You’re better than sliced bread, you know
that?”

            Sam sat up and leaned across his chest. “Bread?! You’re comparing me to bread?!” she
asked incredulously.

            “Hey, sliced bread was one of the greatest inventions ever.” He trailed a finger across her
cheek. “It made a lot of men very happy to have it.”

            “Ah-huh.” She still wasn’t convinced. “Well then, if I’m bread . . . ”

            “Better than.”

            “Okay, better than. Then you are . . . ” She thought for a moment while Fin waited,
curious to see what she’d come up with.

            “Hot chocolate?”

Fin laughed at the cliche.

            “No, no. Wait. Mocha.”

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          She trailed kisses down his chest and abs, pausing after each word. “Beautiful . . .
delicious . . . mocha.”

             Sam noticed he’d gotten an erection. Taking it in her hands, she licked the tip of its head,
which had spilled over with signs of his excitement.

            “Creamy, delicious mocha.”

            Damn, I love this girl, Fin tht bet before being overwhelmed by the feeling of her taking
him fully into her mouth. He sighed and sank back further into the bed. He had begun gently
pumping to meet the down sweep of her mouth when the doorbell rang. One long burst followed
by two short bursts, then another long one.

            Sam sat up. “I have to get that.”

            “You do?” Fin had been enjoying her enthusiasm and didn’t want her to stop.

            “Yeah. It’s Munch.” Sam took off his shirt and grabbed her robe. “That was his little
code for ‘it’s me’.”

            Fin bent an arm behind his head, frowning at his discarded tee. “You could just ignore
him.”

            “True.” Sam belted the robe. “But he has a key and could just let himself in.” She
walked toward the door. “I’ll just be a sec.”

            Fin watched as she left. He really liked his partner and was grateful that Munch hadn’t
given him any grief over seeing Sam, but Fin didn’t like the idea of coming in second to him when
it came to her.

            Sam quickly walked across the penthouse and answered the door.

            “Hey, you are home.̶MuncMunch walked past her and into the kitchen. “I was starting to
worry.” Sam reluctantly closed the door behind him.

            “I got your message late last night. I tried calling your cell, but I didn’t get an answer.
You sounded pretty upset. What happened?” He poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned
against the counter.

            “Nothing,” Sam rushed out, trying to quickly reassure him. “Well, there was this thing
with Fin, but it’s okay now.” She nodded. “We’re fine. Everything’s fine.”

            Munch gave her a worried look. “Are you sure?” He reached out to feel her forehead.
“You look a little flushed.”

            Sam jerked her head away from his hand. “eel eel fine, Uncle Munch. Really. Nothing for
you to worry about.”

            John looked at her suspiciously. He started to say something when Fin walked into the
room. Barefoot and tugging his shirt over his repony-tailed head, he made it obvious that he’d
spent the night.

            “Hey.” He greeted John, then also poured a cup before sitting down at the table.
“Anything going on?”

            Munch looked from Fin to a flustered Sam, then back to Fin. “Not really. Just checking
in.” Fin nodded.

            Munch put down his cup and walked toward Sam. He gave her one of his over-the-rim
looks. “I guess everything is okay,” he smirked. He raised his voice loud enough for Fin to hear.

            “Far be it for me to intrude, so if everything’s okay here,” he gave each of them a brief
glance, “I’ll just mosey on my way.” He left the kitchen and headed for the door. Sam followed.

            “Thanks for stopping by.” She stood at the door as he left. “Good to know you still
worry about me.”

            “No problem, kiddo. Give me a call later if you want to talk.”

            “Sure. Talk to you later.” She closed the dond snd shook her head in the direction of the
kitchen.

            “Did you have to do that?” she asked when she returned to it.

            “Was it supposed to be a secret?”

            “Of course not. I’d want him to know.”

            “So now he knows.”

            Sam came around to his chair and took a seat in his lap. “It was a little awkward, you
know, having the man who raised you in one room, and your naked boyfriend in another. I would
have preferred that this not have been so blatant.”

            Fin smiled to himself at the word ‘boyfriend’. He reached under her robe and caressed her
thigh. “I’m not so good at being subtle.”

            “I see.” She smiled as he slid his other hand into the top of her robe. “That may be the
only thing you’re not good at.”

            Fin kissed her ear. “You’re pretty good at a few things yourself.” Her smile broadened.

       
#160#160;   “That reminds me. I do remember being in the middle of something. I guess I’ll just have
to start over again. You know how I hate to leave a job undone.”

            “Ah-huh.” Fin picked her up and carried her back to her room to continue his new
favorite way to spend a rainy Saturday.