Mocha on the Rocks

Title: Mocha on the Rocks (1/1)

Author: Master F&M

Fandom: Law and Order: SVU

Rating: R

Summary: A little Fin ficlet that runs within the time line of Infinity

Disclaimer: Law and Order: SVU and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf. 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.

            Sam walked around the home office she shared with her husband waiting for him to get
off the phone. Fin had promised her a night of together time, but so far he’d still been busier
with work than with her. This was the second call he’d taken already since she’d gotten home.

            She sat down in his favorite leather chair and surveyed the room. She hadn’t been too
happy with it at first. She’d given Fin carte blanche to decorate it any way he’d seen fit, and he’d
gone for a squad room motif in half of it. He had arranged their desks so that they faced each
other (just as his and Munch’s did back at the precinct) and had placed what she considered
unsightly metal filing cabinets next to them. The walls were adorned with the plaques, awards
and photos they’d received over the course of their careers, and Fin had even wanted to add
florescent lighting to the ceiling, but Sam had drawn the line there. She had hated the room
enough as it was.

            But that was before the night Fin had pulled out his shield and informed her that she was
a suspect and needed to be questioned. He’d brought her back to the office and began asking her
things that no detective who didn’t want a sexual harassment suit on his hands would ever ask a
suspect. Sam had found it all strangely erotic.

            After the questioning had come the mandatory (according to him) pat down, which had
led to a strip search, which had then, in turn, led to her being ‘interrogated’ across his desk.
There had been something so immensely thrilling about going at it while pretending Fin was on
the job, that the next day she’d gone ahead and had the florescent lighting installed. Since then,
she’d spent many a fulfilling night here, after they’d put the twins to bed, being Fin’s perp, or his
perv, depending on what mood he was in. The office was now her favorite room in the whole
penthouse.

            Sam got up again and walked to the bookcase. This half of the room was positively
decadent compared to the precinct half. Along with the bookcases for all her books, Fin had
decorated it with a comfortable sofa and his leather chair, side tables holding small lamps for
mood lighting, and a mini stereo system. She looked at the sofa. It had been well used as the
scene of all the bribes she’d had to pay to get out of tickets Fin had given her for some creative
offense or another.

            Sam reached up and felt behind her copy of The Sun Also Rises for the 8x10 frame she
knew was hidden there. Taking the photo down, she smiled at the image of Fin. She clearly
remembered the morning she’d taken it.

            She had come out of the shower to find Fin had thrown off the covers and was now laying
spread eagle in the middle of the bed, completely nude and at full mast. She’d giggled at first,
thinking he was pretending to be asleep, but couldn’t resist the opportunity when she realized
that he actually was. She hadn’t known what he was dreaming about, but was happy that it lasted
long enough for her to pull out a camera and snap a picture of him in all his mocha glory.

            Printing the photo out from her computer had been easy. Getting Fin to calm down after
she’d shown it to him was something else. He hadn’t been happy. He reminded her of a
conversation they’d had where he implicitly stated that he did not want to have any such pictures
of him taken, then demanded that she destroy it, the disk where it was stored, and the hard drive
and printer, too, just for good measure.

            Sam had let him calm down before pointing out how beautiful she thought he was, then
demonstrating just what effect having the picture around could have on her. Fin had held his
ground for a while, longer than he really felt the conviction because he was enjoying her
particular form of persuasion so much, but had in the end agreed to let her keep it. Just as long
as she got rid of the disk, kept the picture out of plain sight, and promised him that no eyes other
than her own would ever see it. She had agreed, and it had found its home hidden away on the
bookcase.

            She stroked the glass covering. It really was a beautiful picture. And despite all his
protests, Sam knew that Fin himself occasionally took it down to sneak a peek at his impressive
stature. Not that she blamed him. It was a sight to behold. Just looking at it always got her hot
and bothered.

            Sam put the picture back behind the book and walked over to where Fin was leaning on
his desk. He held up a finger, indicating he’d only be another minute, but she’d waited long
enough.

            “Yeah. In the Simpson case.” Fin gave her a curious look when she pressed her body
against him, but continued to speak into the phone.

            Sam tugged at the lapels of his shirt, then smoothed her hands over his shoulders while
smiling sweetly at him. Fin returned the smile when she ran her hands down to his stomach and
quickly pecked at her lips when she leaned in to kiss him.

            “Nah, we ain’t got the . . . ” Fin sucked in his breath, cutting himself short, when Sam
grabbed his crotch. She smiled at his startled look, pleased to have finally gotten his attention,
then released him. Fin let out his breath and finished his sentence.

            “. . . the labs back on that yet.” He gave her another curious look. She answered with an
innocent smile.

            “What? No, I’m okay.” Whomever he was talking to must have caught the catch in his
voice. He gave a small cough. “Just got a little cough.”

            Sam laughed softly then kissed him again. Fin kissed her back, somewhat more
attentively this time, as his interest in what she was up to grew. The question was answered
when she dropped out of his line of sight and began undoing the zipper on his pants. Fin tried to
straighten up and turn away from her, but by that time, she literally had him by the balls and had
no intention of letting him go.

            “Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I think that’s it. Yeah, that’s it.”

             Fin was starting to lose his concentration. He touched a hand to her head, trying to get
Sam to look at him, but she moved away from it. She didn’t want to miss a moment of the
drama unfolding in front of her. She caressed him while fondling his sac, enthralled by the sight
of him growing. The greatest show on earth.

            Fin slowly closed his eyes as she began running her tongue along the full length of his
shaft. He leaned back heavily against his desk, every muscle in him tensing with the stress of
trying to maintain a normal speaking voice.

            “Hey, let me get back to you in a little while.” He sucked in another breath when Sam
pulled him into her mouth.

            “There’s something going on here I need to take care of.” He paused for an answer.
“Okay. Yeah. You’ll hear from me. Right.”

            Fin wasn’t sure what he was saying anymore. He was too focused on the rhythm of
Sam’s head as she sucked him. He dropped the phone and placed both hands on either side of
him to get a better grip on his desk. His body was being jerked back and forward as she pulled
and pushed on him with her lips, causing him to grimace from the most exquisite kind of pain.

            His breaths became louder and deeper, and just as he held onto her head to guide it
forward to those last few deep thrusts, Sam drew back, completely removing him from her
mouth. Fin dropped his head back between his shoulder blades and gulped a few breaths before
looking down at her.

            “That’s wrong, baby.”

            She held back a laugh as she stood. “I’m sorry, officer. Did I do something bad?”

            Fin looked at her. “I ain’t an officer.” Humor played at the corners of his mouth.

            “I’m a detective. I deserve better treatment than that.”

            Sam smiled inwardly. Bad cop it was then. She liked it when he played the bad cop.

            “I should throw your butt in the cage just for being disrespectful.”

            Sam held back another laugh. She always thought it funny when he had to work at being
mean to her. She sidled closer to him. “Do you really think that’s necessary, Detective?
Couldn’t we work something out?”

            Fin cocked his head to the side. He licked his lower lip before briefly tucking it between
his teeth while he leered at her.

            “Mmm. I don’t know.” His voice developed a street drawl. “What you got in mind?”

            “Oh, I don’t know. Whatever it takes.” Sam gave him a mock pleading look. “I’ll do
whatever you like.”

            “What I’d like is for you to finish what you started.” He moved across the room and sat
down in his favorite chair. “But with a little somethin’ extra thrown in, you know what I’m
saying?”

            Sam smiled luridly at him. “I think I can handle that.” She joined him at the chair and
took his pants completely off. Then, kneeling in front of him, reached up and tugged down at his
chin.

            “Watch.”

            She knew it excited him more to see it happening. Already, the thought of it was enough
to get him going. It didn’t take much for her to get him fully operational.

            Sam kissed the tip of his head then dipped her head further to his sac. Fin moaned and
struggled to keep his eyes open as she ran her tongue over it, then gently scrapped it with her
teeth when it developed the ridges she liked to play with. She bounced each of his rocks off her
tongue, feeling the size and softness of them, prolonging the moment before she gave him the
something extra he wanted.

            Finally, she drew one of them into her mouth and softly sucked on it. Fin groaned loudly
and leaned back in the chair. He scooted his hips forward slightly.

            “That’s it, baby. Harder.”

            She did what he asked, alternating between the two, sucking him hard while working his
erection with her hand. When his breaths became loud sighs, then cries, she pulled back to watch
the eruption.

            Sam continued to stroke him as he spurted a creamy ooze that traveled the long path
down to his sac. She smiled at the image. Mocha on the rocks. It would be, she decided as she
licked up the last remains of her get out of jail free card, her new favorite drink.