[fic] One Stop [SVU RPF]
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bantha_fodderOne Stop, by Pen
Law and Order: SVU RPF, rated R.
Birthday fic for Ash, part one: Chris/Mariska. Assistance rendered by Sloane.
She is twelve weeks pregnant when she tells him.
"Bad luck to tell anyone during the first trimester," Mariska says, and Chris wonders when he became just anyone.
*
He watches her as she grows: of course he does, she is right there in front of him, and soon she will be gone. Her role grows shorter and shorter with every script, though, and one week he has only a two minute scene with her.
Elliot rests his hand on Olivia's shoulder, and she frowns at him: tells him not to be so soft and shoves a pair of handcuffs into his hands, before swivelling on her heel and walking out the door.
Chris fucks it up every time, and it takes them all day.
He's a consumate professional, and she knows exactly what he's doing.
*
"So," Chris says, "Picked any names yet?"
"We're naming him after my father." Chris frowns at her; he knows she's joking, but he does not laugh. She meets his eyes. "Better than the alternative," she continues, and does not laugh, either.
They sit at the table for read through, metres apart that are more like miles, and the only sound that Chris can hear is the whirring of the AC. "How is Peter?" he asks, and taps the script under his hands.
"He's good," she replies. "Very excited."
"That's good," he says, "that's good." There was a time when the silence didn't make him feel uncomfortable, and he's grateful when Richard and Ice-T clomp in loudly, arguing about whose turn it is to bring in donuts to eat on set or something equally stupid, and he can join in.
Mariska looks bored, and that's different, too.
*
Elliot leans back. "This is pointless," he says. "There are other ways and other means." Olivia laughs.
"Oh, nice, poetry," she says, and Elliot grins at her. She grins back, and he cups her chin in his hand. Leans forward to kiss her, and she meets him halfway.
When he messes up the scene, Mariska tightens her grip on his arm until he knows she'll leave marks, and he stops fucking it up.
They get it next take, and it's perfect.
*
At twenty one weeks he rests a hand on the roof of her car and leans in, his chest to her back. The space between their bodies is mere centimetres, and he can feel the warmth of her: remembers her soft skin and longs to push into her. He holds himself still.
"What changed?" he asks.
She keeps her back to him: shrugs. "I don't know what you mean," she says. He brings his other hand down and traps her against her car. He lowers his mouth to her ear.
"Don't play with me, Mariska. We've come too far."
She turns, and her belly pokes into his groin.
"And I've come this far," she says. "I can't play games anymore."
Her belly pushing against him, he kisses her, hard and urgent and she draws him closer: cups his head in her hands and kisses him in return. She bites his lip and he tastes blood, and when he moves his hands down from the car and down onto her skin she pushes him away.
She shakes her head. "I've come this far," she says, and smiles at him. The smile is soft and sad, and he doesn't know what it means. "I can't go back."
He lets her go.
As she drives away, she meets his eyes in the rear vision mirror.
He looks away first.
*
Mariska pauses until the director waves her to start again, and Olivia slams the door to Cragen's office.
"I want a new partner," she says, and they have to do the shot again because her voice wavered a little too much.
Chris leaves before they call action. He doesn't need to see this.
*
She stops filming at thirty weeks, when her belly is too large to hide the fact that she is clearly, heavily pregnant. She glows and laughs, and all the stereotypes are true. Mariska is beautiful and happy.
Her husband is a lucky man, he thinks, and hates himself.
At the party she is showered with gifts and kisses; presented with well-wishes and advice. She leaves, laden down with the generosity of people she has known for years, and he helps her to the car because they were close, once.
He kisses her cheek, and holds her briefly.
"I'll see you," he says, and she sighs.
"You will," she replies, and scratches his head: a gesture of friendship and comfort, and he leans into her for a moment before pulling away.
They were close, once, but he did not give her a present or wish her well.
He'll see her later.
*
Richard burps and argues, and Ice-T complains there's not enough beauty in his day.
"How do you think I feel?" Chris asks, "Stuck with you two for the next six months."
"Thank fuck for the industry," says Ice, "That she'll be back plenty soon."
Richard hits Ice over the back of the head and they squabble about something.
Chris tunes them out.
*
She gives birth on a Sunday. A text at five past six rouses him from sleep, and he wonders, that she can text him with one hand whilst her daughter sleeps cradled in the other.
He visits, and refuses. "She's small," he says.
Mariska nods. "Yeah," she says, and smiles. "She looks like her dad."
Chris looks down. Runs a hand over her tiny little baby head and peers closely at her face. "Yeah?" he pauses, and meets her eyes.
"Yeah," she agrees, and shrugs. "Sorry."
He smiles at her, and it hurts, but it's okay.
She smiles back.
*
As the director calls for action, Mariska leans forward; rests her hand on Chris' arm and keeps it there.
They get the scene first take, and later, under the streetlights, he kisses her. Every second is an I missed you, and she replies in kind.
END
Law and Order: SVU RPF, rated R.
Birthday fic for Ash, part one: Chris/Mariska. Assistance rendered by Sloane.
She is twelve weeks pregnant when she tells him.
"Bad luck to tell anyone during the first trimester," Mariska says, and Chris wonders when he became just anyone.
*
He watches her as she grows: of course he does, she is right there in front of him, and soon she will be gone. Her role grows shorter and shorter with every script, though, and one week he has only a two minute scene with her.
Elliot rests his hand on Olivia's shoulder, and she frowns at him: tells him not to be so soft and shoves a pair of handcuffs into his hands, before swivelling on her heel and walking out the door.
Chris fucks it up every time, and it takes them all day.
He's a consumate professional, and she knows exactly what he's doing.
*
"So," Chris says, "Picked any names yet?"
"We're naming him after my father." Chris frowns at her; he knows she's joking, but he does not laugh. She meets his eyes. "Better than the alternative," she continues, and does not laugh, either.
They sit at the table for read through, metres apart that are more like miles, and the only sound that Chris can hear is the whirring of the AC. "How is Peter?" he asks, and taps the script under his hands.
"He's good," she replies. "Very excited."
"That's good," he says, "that's good." There was a time when the silence didn't make him feel uncomfortable, and he's grateful when Richard and Ice-T clomp in loudly, arguing about whose turn it is to bring in donuts to eat on set or something equally stupid, and he can join in.
Mariska looks bored, and that's different, too.
*
Elliot leans back. "This is pointless," he says. "There are other ways and other means." Olivia laughs.
"Oh, nice, poetry," she says, and Elliot grins at her. She grins back, and he cups her chin in his hand. Leans forward to kiss her, and she meets him halfway.
When he messes up the scene, Mariska tightens her grip on his arm until he knows she'll leave marks, and he stops fucking it up.
They get it next take, and it's perfect.
*
At twenty one weeks he rests a hand on the roof of her car and leans in, his chest to her back. The space between their bodies is mere centimetres, and he can feel the warmth of her: remembers her soft skin and longs to push into her. He holds himself still.
"What changed?" he asks.
She keeps her back to him: shrugs. "I don't know what you mean," she says. He brings his other hand down and traps her against her car. He lowers his mouth to her ear.
"Don't play with me, Mariska. We've come too far."
She turns, and her belly pokes into his groin.
"And I've come this far," she says. "I can't play games anymore."
Her belly pushing against him, he kisses her, hard and urgent and she draws him closer: cups his head in her hands and kisses him in return. She bites his lip and he tastes blood, and when he moves his hands down from the car and down onto her skin she pushes him away.
She shakes her head. "I've come this far," she says, and smiles at him. The smile is soft and sad, and he doesn't know what it means. "I can't go back."
He lets her go.
As she drives away, she meets his eyes in the rear vision mirror.
He looks away first.
*
Mariska pauses until the director waves her to start again, and Olivia slams the door to Cragen's office.
"I want a new partner," she says, and they have to do the shot again because her voice wavered a little too much.
Chris leaves before they call action. He doesn't need to see this.
*
She stops filming at thirty weeks, when her belly is too large to hide the fact that she is clearly, heavily pregnant. She glows and laughs, and all the stereotypes are true. Mariska is beautiful and happy.
Her husband is a lucky man, he thinks, and hates himself.
At the party she is showered with gifts and kisses; presented with well-wishes and advice. She leaves, laden down with the generosity of people she has known for years, and he helps her to the car because they were close, once.
He kisses her cheek, and holds her briefly.
"I'll see you," he says, and she sighs.
"You will," she replies, and scratches his head: a gesture of friendship and comfort, and he leans into her for a moment before pulling away.
They were close, once, but he did not give her a present or wish her well.
He'll see her later.
*
Richard burps and argues, and Ice-T complains there's not enough beauty in his day.
"How do you think I feel?" Chris asks, "Stuck with you two for the next six months."
"Thank fuck for the industry," says Ice, "That she'll be back plenty soon."
Richard hits Ice over the back of the head and they squabble about something.
Chris tunes them out.
*
She gives birth on a Sunday. A text at five past six rouses him from sleep, and he wonders, that she can text him with one hand whilst her daughter sleeps cradled in the other.
He visits, and refuses. "She's small," he says.
Mariska nods. "Yeah," she says, and smiles. "She looks like her dad."
Chris looks down. Runs a hand over her tiny little baby head and peers closely at her face. "Yeah?" he pauses, and meets her eyes.
"Yeah," she agrees, and shrugs. "Sorry."
He smiles at her, and it hurts, but it's okay.
She smiles back.
*
As the director calls for action, Mariska leans forward; rests her hand on Chris' arm and keeps it there.
They get the scene first take, and later, under the streetlights, he kisses her. Every second is an I missed you, and she replies in kind.
END
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Date: 2006-03-24 05:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-24 05:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-24 06:07 pm (UTC)But HAPPIER STILL were Richard and Ice-T squabbling. Awesome!
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-24 06:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-25 07:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-24 07:50 pm (UTC)I’ve never actually thought about Chris/Mariska (I was introduced to the world of RPF by Katie, so I’m a little behind), but now … they do sound good together. =)
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-03-24 09:30 pm (UTC)It's almost too perfect.
*loves you*
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Date: 2006-03-25 07:19 am (UTC)There could have been more sex, for example.
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Date: 2006-03-24 11:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-03-25 10:24 am (UTC)xx
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Date: 2006-09-02 11:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-12 07:23 pm (UTC)He kisses her while she’s pregnant. That’s awesome. Pregnant women should get some play. Seriously. For a single second, I thought it was Chris' baby which made me reread it all over again. Either way it so works.
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Date: 2008-01-16 08:42 am (UTC)Just another quick note to say that I've recc'd this fic in an RPF post here (http://community.livejournal.com/chris_mariska/1550.html).
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Date: 2008-01-17 05:07 am (UTC)LOVE.
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Date: 2008-01-27 11:49 am (UTC)