Black Leather
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Adult ++
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Category:
G through L › Law & Order
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,544
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.
Tripping Over Air
Title: Black Leather
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: NC-17 (patience is a virtue... :D)
Disclaimer: It's playtime and you know what that means! Hide the kiddies and any cranky parents who happen to be lurking around
Archive: yes, tell me where!
Thanx to all my reviewers! You are the reason I come out of my cave every once in a while and write! *grins*
To the smutmobile!
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...[His nose] had told him many things over the years and, right now, it was trying to tell him something very important. It was telling him that Fin smelled of coffee. Now, this was not a revelation, to any extent, but the next thing his nose told him was.
Fin smelled of leather, too...
He stumbled over an exceptionally large piece of air, his face missing the edge of his desk by a fraction of an inch.
A moment later, he was scurrying into the safer confines of his boss’ private workspace, his progress tracked carefully by his puzzled coworkers. His heart was pounding so hard, he hoped the other detectives, not to mention Captain Cragen, wouldn’t be deafened by the noise.
The door slammed a bit too loudly behind him and, once again, he was snapped back into the unpleasant reality that was work. For a moment he was disoriented, until he realized that Cragen was talking to him rather earnestly. He was lost and forced to fully accept the fact that he was about to sound like a complete idiot.
“What?” He tried not to too out of it, but Cragen still sighed as if he had just found his veteran detective drawing on the wall with crayons.
“Your behavior. I was talking about your behavior today.” The Captain said this slowly, like he was talking to someone who was not all there.
“Oh.” He was still lost, but the fog was slowly clearing. Cragen didn’t want to fire him?
“Fin noticed… He’s been worried.”
“Oh,” he was beginning to sound like a broken record, “Should I do paperwork until the end of the day?”
Cragen paused, carefully selecting his words before continuing, for he knew how cruel words could be. Quietly, as if trying to placate an agitated victim, he said, “John, you’ve managed to read the same page of a particularly basic police report for the better part of this morning…I think you should go home. If not now, then in the next few hours. I don’t want to have to be worrying about you and the rest of the squad at the same time if a call comes in.”
“Oh…” Stupid record player!
He knew his boss had meant well, but the words still stung.
Gathering his wits about him, he managed to negotiate his way out of the office and back to his desk without further incident.
For a full hour, he was productive: he finished reading the report and quite a few more like it. His talk with Cragen had sobered him up a bit; the dream was all but banished from his mind…for now.
The effort of trying not to think about the dream was wearing on him. About two hours after his little ‘chat’, his lack of sleep began to manifest itself. He tried to stifle a yawn and failed miserably. His effort attracted Fin’s attention. The usual smirk was absent from his partner’s face, instead replaced with a look of concern.
“Maybe you should take a nap. I’ll cover for you.”
“Thanks, tell Cragen not to worry, if he asks.”
His remark was met with an understanding, if puzzled look, which his own small smile seemed to reassure.
He slowly made his way to the ‘crib’ where a few bunks were kept for catnaps on long shifts. His trek there attracted a few glances, but not nearly as many as the last two times he had crossed through the bullpen.
The crib smelled faintly of old socks and linen. It was the homiest room in the stationhouse and probably the quietest, too. He appreciated the change, at least Cragen wouldn’t have to worry about him bolting for the door any time soon.
He sat down heavily on one of the lower bunks, slightly surprised at how comfortable the bed was, considering how many others must have partaken of the offered solace from work.
Gingerly, he removed his shoes, his back reminding him why running around at work was not a good idea.
The cool sheets beckoned, and he slowly lay down on his back. For a few minutes, he stared at the bottom of the bunk above him, listening to the sounds of the institution that had become his life.
Gradually, he tuned out the background noise so that he could concentrate on his breathing. He made a conscious effort to breathe slowly and deeply, and felt the almost immediate sensation of relaxation flooding his body.
His eyelids got heavy and he slipped peacefully into the world of dreams, fantasies and hidden horrors.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
For the life of me, I can't get this thing going the way I want it to...oich...bear with me for a chap or two...ACK!
I think I'll go back to my cave and listen to Story of the Year, don't give up on me just yet!
Will the next chap have some smut, you may ask? Well, I don't know for sure, but I hope so, for my sake and yours!
Pray for inspiration!
RJsBB
Author: RamJamsBlackBetty
Rating: NC-17 (patience is a virtue... :D)
Disclaimer: It's playtime and you know what that means! Hide the kiddies and any cranky parents who happen to be lurking around
Archive: yes, tell me where!
Thanx to all my reviewers! You are the reason I come out of my cave every once in a while and write! *grins*
To the smutmobile!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
...[His nose] had told him many things over the years and, right now, it was trying to tell him something very important. It was telling him that Fin smelled of coffee. Now, this was not a revelation, to any extent, but the next thing his nose told him was.
Fin smelled of leather, too...
He stumbled over an exceptionally large piece of air, his face missing the edge of his desk by a fraction of an inch.
A moment later, he was scurrying into the safer confines of his boss’ private workspace, his progress tracked carefully by his puzzled coworkers. His heart was pounding so hard, he hoped the other detectives, not to mention Captain Cragen, wouldn’t be deafened by the noise.
The door slammed a bit too loudly behind him and, once again, he was snapped back into the unpleasant reality that was work. For a moment he was disoriented, until he realized that Cragen was talking to him rather earnestly. He was lost and forced to fully accept the fact that he was about to sound like a complete idiot.
“What?” He tried not to too out of it, but Cragen still sighed as if he had just found his veteran detective drawing on the wall with crayons.
“Your behavior. I was talking about your behavior today.” The Captain said this slowly, like he was talking to someone who was not all there.
“Oh.” He was still lost, but the fog was slowly clearing. Cragen didn’t want to fire him?
“Fin noticed… He’s been worried.”
“Oh,” he was beginning to sound like a broken record, “Should I do paperwork until the end of the day?”
Cragen paused, carefully selecting his words before continuing, for he knew how cruel words could be. Quietly, as if trying to placate an agitated victim, he said, “John, you’ve managed to read the same page of a particularly basic police report for the better part of this morning…I think you should go home. If not now, then in the next few hours. I don’t want to have to be worrying about you and the rest of the squad at the same time if a call comes in.”
“Oh…” Stupid record player!
He knew his boss had meant well, but the words still stung.
Gathering his wits about him, he managed to negotiate his way out of the office and back to his desk without further incident.
For a full hour, he was productive: he finished reading the report and quite a few more like it. His talk with Cragen had sobered him up a bit; the dream was all but banished from his mind…for now.
The effort of trying not to think about the dream was wearing on him. About two hours after his little ‘chat’, his lack of sleep began to manifest itself. He tried to stifle a yawn and failed miserably. His effort attracted Fin’s attention. The usual smirk was absent from his partner’s face, instead replaced with a look of concern.
“Maybe you should take a nap. I’ll cover for you.”
“Thanks, tell Cragen not to worry, if he asks.”
His remark was met with an understanding, if puzzled look, which his own small smile seemed to reassure.
He slowly made his way to the ‘crib’ where a few bunks were kept for catnaps on long shifts. His trek there attracted a few glances, but not nearly as many as the last two times he had crossed through the bullpen.
The crib smelled faintly of old socks and linen. It was the homiest room in the stationhouse and probably the quietest, too. He appreciated the change, at least Cragen wouldn’t have to worry about him bolting for the door any time soon.
He sat down heavily on one of the lower bunks, slightly surprised at how comfortable the bed was, considering how many others must have partaken of the offered solace from work.
Gingerly, he removed his shoes, his back reminding him why running around at work was not a good idea.
The cool sheets beckoned, and he slowly lay down on his back. For a few minutes, he stared at the bottom of the bunk above him, listening to the sounds of the institution that had become his life.
Gradually, he tuned out the background noise so that he could concentrate on his breathing. He made a conscious effort to breathe slowly and deeply, and felt the almost immediate sensation of relaxation flooding his body.
His eyelids got heavy and he slipped peacefully into the world of dreams, fantasies and hidden horrors.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
For the life of me, I can't get this thing going the way I want it to...oich...bear with me for a chap or two...ACK!
I think I'll go back to my cave and listen to Story of the Year, don't give up on me just yet!
Will the next chap have some smut, you may ask? Well, I don't know for sure, but I hope so, for my sake and yours!
Pray for inspiration!
RJsBB