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annakovsky) wrote2005-05-09 02:38 am
annakovsky) wrote2005-05-09 02:38 am
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EXTREME AU
Title: Improving Workplace Productivity
EXTREME AU version: Elliot and Olivia are actors on a cop show.
***
Elliot is late to makeup, which isn't like him. Olivia has just started to worry and tap her fingers against the arms of the chair when he comes hurrying through the door. She gives him a look.
"I know, I know," he says, and sits. His makeup girl, Jody, goes to work, looking tense.
"What happened?" Olivia asks, trying not to move her face too much.
"Dante pitched a fit right as I was walking out the door," Elliot says. "I swear, that kid."
"You look tired," Olivia says. Jody's working at the bags under his eyes.
"Kids had nightmares, been keeping us up all night," Elliot says. "Guess you and Peter don't have that problem."
"No," Olivia says.
Elliot gingerly rubs at the back of his neck, and his face contorts as he tries not to yawn. He's tense and exhausted. She squirms a little, noting it.
***
They're on take 12, and Elliot keeps flubbing his lines. He's getting more and more irritable with each mistake, responding to comments with monosyllables. She's not in this scene, so she leans back in her chair and watches Fin, who is, roll his eyes.
Elliot turns in frustration, and looks at her sidelong, the long dark look that means he's right on the edge. She stares back.
"Okay, people," she hears the director say at what seems like a distance. "Let's take ten and see if we can't get this one after a break." Out of the corner of her eye, she can see that he's looking at her and Elliot, but she's too worked up to care. A pleasant dread is building in her gut.
Elliot comes over and takes her by the upper arm. "Could I talk to you for a second?" he says in a strained voice, and moves her forcefully towards the trailer they share.
She lets him. She needs to let off some steam too.
The door barely shuts behind them before Elliot's thumbs are hooked in her waistband and he's pulling down her pants and underwear. Ten minutes doesn't leave time for anything fancy, but they've got this down to an art. Some days, if the tension has built for long enough, they can do it in five.
He slides two fingers into her with one hand while he undoes his belt with the other, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth a little as he concentrates. When she gasps as his fingers crook, he looks up sharply at her face and watches her as he thrusts his fingers deeper and thumbs her clit.
"Fuck," she manages, and doesn't close her eyes.
He still has that dark look, but it's lifting, and he almost smiles when he twists his fingers again and she stops breathing.
"Ten minutes, c'mon, let's move," she says when she's capable of sound, and he pushes his own pants around his ankles. He's clearly about to fuck her against the wall again, but she still has bruises from the last time and they hurt. "Bed, Elliot, it's there for a reason."
He laughs and wraps an arm around her waist. As he walks her back towards the bed, he says, "Oh, is that why Dick Wolf had it put in?" His voice is rough and he's breathing hard.
"That's the rumor," she says as they fall onto the bed, but Elliot stops laughing, pulls back and looks at her.
"What?"
"I'm kidding," she says. "I think."
He's still looking at her, appalled, so she rolls her eyes and grabs his dick and says, "Sweetheart, TEN MINUTES," as she strokes him.
He groans and bites his lower lip, says, "I'll show you ten minutes," and thrusts inside her all at once.
He props himself up on his arms to watch her, and she wraps her legs around his waist, and she's been waiting all day for this. All day of takes going wrong and him snapping at Munch and him looking at her out of the corner of his eye, that hungry look.
He's thrusting hard and deep, long smooth strokes. "This fast enough for you?" he says. "How're we doing on time? Maybe I should hurry up a little more?" He speeds up the pace, getting frantic. "What?" he says. "Even faster? Did you say ten minutes?"
She can't stop laughing and he's grinning at her, a grin that's turning feral. "C'mon, Olivia," he says in a low voice, like a challenge, like a command. "C'mon, Liv. C'mon."
It pushes her over the edge, and she watches him as she comes, can't look away. He follows right after her, bites at her shoulder until she nudges him. "Hey, watch it, I've gotta be on camera later. No marks."
"Right," he says, and rolls off her.
They lie side by side to catch their breath, and when they go back on set, Elliot's relaxed and smiling. Fin gives Olivia a knowing look that she ignores.
They get the scene in the next take.
***
END
EXTREME AU version: Elliot and Olivia are actors on a cop show.
***
Elliot is late to makeup, which isn't like him. Olivia has just started to worry and tap her fingers against the arms of the chair when he comes hurrying through the door. She gives him a look.
"I know, I know," he says, and sits. His makeup girl, Jody, goes to work, looking tense.
"What happened?" Olivia asks, trying not to move her face too much.
"Dante pitched a fit right as I was walking out the door," Elliot says. "I swear, that kid."
"You look tired," Olivia says. Jody's working at the bags under his eyes.
"Kids had nightmares, been keeping us up all night," Elliot says. "Guess you and Peter don't have that problem."
"No," Olivia says.
Elliot gingerly rubs at the back of his neck, and his face contorts as he tries not to yawn. He's tense and exhausted. She squirms a little, noting it.
***
They're on take 12, and Elliot keeps flubbing his lines. He's getting more and more irritable with each mistake, responding to comments with monosyllables. She's not in this scene, so she leans back in her chair and watches Fin, who is, roll his eyes.
Elliot turns in frustration, and looks at her sidelong, the long dark look that means he's right on the edge. She stares back.
"Okay, people," she hears the director say at what seems like a distance. "Let's take ten and see if we can't get this one after a break." Out of the corner of her eye, she can see that he's looking at her and Elliot, but she's too worked up to care. A pleasant dread is building in her gut.
Elliot comes over and takes her by the upper arm. "Could I talk to you for a second?" he says in a strained voice, and moves her forcefully towards the trailer they share.
She lets him. She needs to let off some steam too.
The door barely shuts behind them before Elliot's thumbs are hooked in her waistband and he's pulling down her pants and underwear. Ten minutes doesn't leave time for anything fancy, but they've got this down to an art. Some days, if the tension has built for long enough, they can do it in five.
He slides two fingers into her with one hand while he undoes his belt with the other, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth a little as he concentrates. When she gasps as his fingers crook, he looks up sharply at her face and watches her as he thrusts his fingers deeper and thumbs her clit.
"Fuck," she manages, and doesn't close her eyes.
He still has that dark look, but it's lifting, and he almost smiles when he twists his fingers again and she stops breathing.
"Ten minutes, c'mon, let's move," she says when she's capable of sound, and he pushes his own pants around his ankles. He's clearly about to fuck her against the wall again, but she still has bruises from the last time and they hurt. "Bed, Elliot, it's there for a reason."
He laughs and wraps an arm around her waist. As he walks her back towards the bed, he says, "Oh, is that why Dick Wolf had it put in?" His voice is rough and he's breathing hard.
"That's the rumor," she says as they fall onto the bed, but Elliot stops laughing, pulls back and looks at her.
"What?"
"I'm kidding," she says. "I think."
He's still looking at her, appalled, so she rolls her eyes and grabs his dick and says, "Sweetheart, TEN MINUTES," as she strokes him.
He groans and bites his lower lip, says, "I'll show you ten minutes," and thrusts inside her all at once.
He props himself up on his arms to watch her, and she wraps her legs around his waist, and she's been waiting all day for this. All day of takes going wrong and him snapping at Munch and him looking at her out of the corner of his eye, that hungry look.
He's thrusting hard and deep, long smooth strokes. "This fast enough for you?" he says. "How're we doing on time? Maybe I should hurry up a little more?" He speeds up the pace, getting frantic. "What?" he says. "Even faster? Did you say ten minutes?"
She can't stop laughing and he's grinning at her, a grin that's turning feral. "C'mon, Olivia," he says in a low voice, like a challenge, like a command. "C'mon, Liv. C'mon."
It pushes her over the edge, and she watches him as she comes, can't look away. He follows right after her, bites at her shoulder until she nudges him. "Hey, watch it, I've gotta be on camera later. No marks."
"Right," he says, and rolls off her.
They lie side by side to catch their breath, and when they go back on set, Elliot's relaxed and smiling. Fin gives Olivia a knowing look that she ignores.
They get the scene in the next take.
***
END