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annakovsky) wrote2005-05-09 01:16 pm
annakovsky) wrote2005-05-09 01:16 pm
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Improving Workplace Productivity (Meloni/Hargitay, NC-17)
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sloanesomething has been kind enough to write a foreword to my latest installment in the SVU AU game.Dear Reader,
Every story must be approached as a world unto itelf; as Neitzche said, All life is meaningless. We won't get into that here, but I just wanted to let you know he needed some professional help. Now, about this fic.
Kovsky, being ever aware of the demands of the audience at war with inner daemons as outlined by both Joseph Campbell and the Power Rangers, has presented an artistic experiment of the first rate, bold in its concept, skillful in its execution, sophisticated in its simplicity.
She has presented the reader, the onus and impetus of narrative, with the ultimate artistic expresion: the right of choice. Choice like a pregnant lesbian in Massachusetts. That much choice.
Her latest offering may be read, like a Moebius strip, in two twisty ways. In the first, she posits that art imitates life, and that two characters inhabiting the situation of their portrayers will fall prey to the same circumstances. However, every mirror has two faces, and in the second story, she posits that no relationship may exist in a vaccuum, and that Christopher Meloni and Mariska Hargitay fuck liek rabbits. Lao-Tzu and Kovksy: soulmates? Something to ponder.
In conclusion, beloved reader, whether you accept the picture-within-a-picture, or you just want to see some action, Kovksy in her martyrdom exalts herself beyond the common writer, to become what every artist must be, yet what most cannot be: a Choose Your Own Adventure book.
Read well, hallowed visitors. Read well.
- Sloane "Theodore" Logan, Esq.
In short, there are two ways to read this fic. One is as Meloni/Hargitay RPF, and is below. This is dedicated to you,
ros_fod. As proof of how OTP Meloni and Hargitay are, and how they are clearly DOING IT in real life, I present this clip from their interview on The View last week. Right click and save.The second way to read the fic is as an extreme AU, in which Elliot and Olivia are actors in a cop show. That one is here. The choice is yours.
Title: Improving Workplace Productivity
RPF version
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Chris is late to makeup, which isn't like him. Mariska 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?" Mariska asks, trying not to move her face too much.
"Dante pitched a fit right as I was walking out the door," Chris says. "I swear, that kid."
"You look tired," Mariska says. Jody's working at the bags under his eyes.
"Kids had nightmares, been keeping us up all night," Chris says. "Guess you and Peter don't have that problem."
"No," Mariska says.
Chris 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 Chris 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 Ice-T, who is, roll his eyes.
Chris 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 Chris, but she's too worked up to care. A pleasant dread is building in her gut.
Chris 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 Chris'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, Chris, 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 Chris 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 Belzer 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, Mariska," he says in a low voice, like a challenge, like a command. "C'mon, Mar. 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, Chris's relaxed and smiling. Ice-T gives Mariska a knowing look that she ignores.
They get the scene in the next take.
***
END
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You know. It's just. You know.
Yeah.
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Also, <3 <3 <3.
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ALSO OMG KOVSKY THE FUCKING.
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OMG HOW ARE THEY SO OTP? Also, where is your next au? HMM?
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The whole interview was about 7 or 8 minutes long, that clip is just the best parts.
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You wrote pron.
PORN, KOVSKY.
And it doesn't even have Elwood in it!
*loves a thousand times*
How much does it crack me up that Ice-T is part of the cast? For that reason *alone*...but! I have downloaded the clip. I will watch. Do you *want* gender-role switching Meloni/Hargitay where M. takes it up the ass? I can never tell with you. But if you do, I will write it.
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Dude, and Ice-T is TOTALLY awesome, too! And kinda attractive and it FREAKS ME OUT.
OMG WATCH THE CLIP THEY ARE SO OTP.
Do you *want* gender-role switching Meloni/Hargitay where M. takes it up the ass?
YES OMG A THOUSAND TIMES YES.
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And yet, you never did.
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Guh.
Damn it.
*shakes fist at you*
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YOU LOVE IT!
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Hee, I would, but I have no clue when it's on. Plus it's not Homicide, and I am leery of cop shows that do not have Kyle Secor on them.
BUT SO PRETTY. I think I will just continue to look at the pictures and read the fic and pretend I know what's going on. Because obviously I don't watch enough fandoms where I've never seen the source material.
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Omg Homicide is SUCH A GOOD SHOW.
But yes, read the fic! Check my memories under "other people's fic" and read everything of Sloane's there, and you will be HAPPEH.
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And will now resume with the love, er, the reading of your AUs.
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Thanks
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I'm not sure where my icon is from! Someone else made it.
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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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BUT. I did not get to see the interview clip you mention which I'm sure would compound the "totally fucking" theory for me all the more. Any chance I can still find it somewhere? *bats eyelashes*
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God, to be honest, this was so long ago I don't even remember what the clip attached to this was! I guess you could surf youtube for any clips of them on the View in 2005? Sorry I can't help more!
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But OMG I FOUND THE INTERVIEW. And I saved it off YouTube. HOLY HELL. They fake hot kisses. She calls him darling and sweetheart. That was almost too much to handle. LOL.