FIC: Saviors & Sinners (Leeloni, PG-13)
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trillingstar! Here's some Leeloni to help celebrate!
Also, Happy Valentine's Day, to everyone!
Title: Saviors & Sinners
Pairing: Lee Tergesen/Christopher Meloni
Warning: RPS
Rating: PG-13 (sexual situations, but nothing too explicit)
Length: 1,515 words
Summary: Lee and Chris rehearse their big scene from the "Savior" episode of Law & Order: SVU.
Notes: Written fortrillingstar for her birthday, inspired by her prompt from the Oz Prompt-A-Thon 2014:
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Lee answered the buzzing intercom, immediately recognizing the voice on the other end.
"Let me in!"
Lee grinned. "Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
There was a pause. "Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll BLOW your house in."
"Yeah, you’ll blow something, but it won’t be my house."
"Just let me in!" Chris bellowed. "It’s cold as fuck out here!"
"Okay, okay," laughed Lee, buzzing him inside.
Moments later, in waltzed Chris, brandishing two thick pads of paper.
"Hot off the press!" he said, forcing a smile. "It’s the script for the 'Savior' episode."
"Yesss!" said Lee. He gave Chris a quick hug before grabbing one of the copies. "This is gonna be great!"
Chris took off his coat and threw it aside. "Yeah, well, don’t get too excited. I’ve already skimmed through it."
"And?"
"We got two scenes together, one of which is only about 30 seconds long."
"Aw, shit."
"It’s your own damn fault!" said Chris, pointing a finger in Lee’s direction. "If you’d just rearranged your schedule, we could’ve done 'Solitary’ instead."
"Well, fuck me for working too much," Lee retorted. "Are the scenes good ones, at least?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, the writer for this episode is no Tom Fontana." He flopped onto Lee’s couch. "Honestly, I don’t know why I’ve stayed with the show for so long."
"Cha-ching!"
"Yeah," sighed Chris.
Lee sat down next to him and patted his knee. "It's still something. We’ll just have to make the most of it." Lee opened up his script and smirked. "We could always put our own special spin on it, if need be."
"That just might be necessary," Chris said with a grimace. He opened up his own copy of the script. "Check out Scene 12—that’s the big one."
Lee quickly turned the pages. "Oooh, you interrogate me! Will I be able to handle the hot seat?"
Chris slid a hand under Lee’s ass. Giving it a squeeze, he said, "Oh, I think you handle your hot seat just fine."
"Eh, it’s no Ass of Life, though, now is it?"
Chris laughed. He pulled his hand back out and turned the pages of his own script to Scene 12. "You wanna do a quick line run-through?"
"Sure."
Chris cleared his throat and put on his Serious Stabler face. "She cut you up because you caged her in your car!"
Lee smiled. "Hey, remember that time McManus brought a cage into Em City?"
"Yeah," Chris chuckled. "Mr. McManus, sir, how big is your penis? God, that was great."
Lee looked back at his script and put on his Psychotic Perp face. "It was the only way to get her to sit still long enough to hear the message."
Chris's grin returned, even bigger now. "Speaking of messages, remember my voice message you played on the DVD commentary, the one I left you when I was drunk?"
Lee clapped his hands together and changed his voice to a high, girlish squeal. "Love you! Miss you! I’d love to see you!"
"Yeah, that one."
"Dean still thinks we're gay, you know. That crazy son-of-a-bitch."
"Yeah, what does he know?" smirked Chris. Looking back at his script, he read, "The message... Guys like you, ya always got a message, don't ya?"
"It's not mine, it's God's. There is a better life waiting for girls like her in heaven. Also, bisexual serial killers and irresponsible alcoholics."
"Hey! You ad-libbed that last part!"
Lee shrugged. "Just making sure you're paying attention. I know how distracting my good looks can be."
"Seriously? You wanna see something distracting, I’ll take my shirt off," growled Chris. Quickly switching gears, he spat, "Is that your job? You're God's little messenger boy?"
Lee gasped. "Do you know what kind of sordid lives these girls are living?" he slowly drawled, throwing a lascivious look in Chris’s direction.
"Probably something similar to the lives we lived from 1998 to 2002."
"Speak for yourself!" said Lee in mock indignation.
"No, I'm pretty sure I'm speaking for both of us." Chris turned a page. "Actually, I do, especially because of freaks like you."
"Freak? Who’re you calling a freak?!" exclaimed Lee. "I'm not the one who was dancing up a storm on Fire Island last summer."
Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I was," Lee said sheepishly, looking back down. He continued reading. "God put me on this earth to fight Satan's grip on these girls' souls!"
Chris cringed. "God, this sucks so bad," he muttered under his breath. Rubbing his hand across his face, he responded, "Did God tell you to put your death grip on these girls' necks?" Then he grinned and added, "Because apparently God is aware that you’re pretty talented when it comes to gripping things."
Ignoring Chris’s extemporaneous remark, Lee answered solemnly, "Sometimes dying is better than living."
"Now did you just admit to me that you murdered these two girls?" prompted Chris in return.
"No, I never harmed a soul. But, whoever did this, isn't a murderer. Whoever did this, sent these girls to heaven, out of love." Lee took a deep breath. "Lord, bless those who watch over the weak. And Lord, bless those you have chosen to protect us."
Lee smiled. "So, I guess you’re the real savior here." Skimming the rest of the page, he added, "And then we recite the end of the Lord’s Prayer together."
"Yeah, because praying with the perps is completely in character for me," snarked Chris sarcastically.
Lee laid his script aside. "You know what?" he said. "I think that could be our golden opportunity."
"What?"
"The praying."
"You think we should start getting it on in the middle of a prayer?"
"Yeah! It’d be ironic! And fucking hilarious!"
Chris grinned. "Well, I guess. If anyone can make praying look hot, it’s us," he agreed.
"Absolutely!" Lee looked back at the script. "This part here, bless those who watch over the weak, that’s when I should start touching you… I’ll say the line, then grab your arm."
To demonstrate, Lee reached out and gently squeezed Chris’s wrist, smiling into his eyes as he did so. The heat from his palm radiated up Chris’s arm and spread throughout his body. Fingertips dug softly into his wrist’s strong pulse point.
Chris swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
"And then," Lee whispered, "I’ll stand up and face you, get right in your space." He shifted in his seat so that he was closer to Chris. "Maybe I’ll place my hands on your shoulders." Lee moved his hands accordingly so that they rested comfortably against Chris’s neck. He ran his thumbs along Chris’s collarbone, rubbing circles at the edges. "Then I’ll say, bless those you have chosen to protect us."
Chris stared at Lee’s soft, red lips, suddenly so close. "Then I’ll start the prayer," Chris proposed softly, as he felt the weight of Lee’s upper body lean into his own, "and place my hands on your shoulders." His hands found their way onto Lee's broad, hard shoulders. "Maybe I’ll give you a little shake, like I can’t believe this is really happening."
"Then I'll begin praying with you," Lee said. "I'll close my eyes, and press my forehead into yours."
Their foreheads touched, and Chris took a deep breath. "You smell great," he murmured.
"I don't think that's part of the script."
"No, it's not."
They sat there, slowly inhaling each other. "Are you feeling this?" asked Lee breathlessly. "I am feeling this."
Lips met lips, and seven years became yesterday. They were no longer perp and Stabler, or Beecher and Keller. They were just Lee and Chris, doing what always felt so natural. It was like sliding into an old, comfortable pair of shoes, and as the kiss continued, they fell into their own world, a world of their own creation and not someone else's.
Chris slid his hands down from Lee's shoulders, across his chest and further still, until they found and groped their appreciable destination.
Breaking the kiss, Chris replied, "I know I’m definitely feeling something."
Lee chuckled. "You know, you’re the one who proposed blowing my house in."
"Well, let’s see whose house is made of brick and whose is made of straw," Chris urged. And, with that, there was the sound of zippers being quickly opened, magnified by the stillness of their world’s surroundings.
*~*~*~*
An hour later, Lee picked his script back up. "We never finished reading through to the end of the scene," he commented.
Chris lifted his chin off of Lee’s chest and glanced at the page. Picking up where they had left off, he spoke his next line. "God forgives those who sin against him."
"Yes," answered Lee.
Chris looked up into Lee’s eyes. "Confess your sins to him."
Lee exhaled. "I have nothing to confess, detective." He paused, stroking the Christ tattoo along Chris's arm, before adding, "How is love wrong? In whatever form it takes, how is love wrong?"
Chris smiled and kissed Lee’s temple. "It isn’t," he answered simply.
THE END
trillingstar! Here's some Leeloni to help celebrate!Also, Happy Valentine's Day, to everyone!
Title: Saviors & Sinners
Pairing: Lee Tergesen/Christopher Meloni
Warning: RPS
Rating: PG-13 (sexual situations, but nothing too explicit)
Length: 1,515 words
Summary: Lee and Chris rehearse their big scene from the "Savior" episode of Law & Order: SVU.
Notes: Written for
trillingstar for her birthday, inspired by her prompt from the Oz Prompt-A-Thon 2014:"Leeloni RPF, SVU reunion. Whether they're running lines again and again until they get the mood exactly right, accidentally locking themselves in Chris's trailer, or laughing over the real reason Baer never released any promo stills; they're buoyant, winding down slowly from their acting chemistry high, loose and happy, always so happy to see each other."
All italicized lines are exact dialouge from the "Savior" episode. Credit goes to SVU's writers. (Trust me, I don't want it.)
Lee answered the buzzing intercom, immediately recognizing the voice on the other end.
"Let me in!"
Lee grinned. "Not by the hair on my chinny chin chin."
There was a pause. "Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll BLOW your house in."
"Yeah, you’ll blow something, but it won’t be my house."
"Just let me in!" Chris bellowed. "It’s cold as fuck out here!"
"Okay, okay," laughed Lee, buzzing him inside.
Moments later, in waltzed Chris, brandishing two thick pads of paper.
"Hot off the press!" he said, forcing a smile. "It’s the script for the 'Savior' episode."
"Yesss!" said Lee. He gave Chris a quick hug before grabbing one of the copies. "This is gonna be great!"
Chris took off his coat and threw it aside. "Yeah, well, don’t get too excited. I’ve already skimmed through it."
"And?"
"We got two scenes together, one of which is only about 30 seconds long."
"Aw, shit."
"It’s your own damn fault!" said Chris, pointing a finger in Lee’s direction. "If you’d just rearranged your schedule, we could’ve done 'Solitary’ instead."
"Well, fuck me for working too much," Lee retorted. "Are the scenes good ones, at least?"
Chris rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, the writer for this episode is no Tom Fontana." He flopped onto Lee’s couch. "Honestly, I don’t know why I’ve stayed with the show for so long."
"Cha-ching!"
"Yeah," sighed Chris.
Lee sat down next to him and patted his knee. "It's still something. We’ll just have to make the most of it." Lee opened up his script and smirked. "We could always put our own special spin on it, if need be."
"That just might be necessary," Chris said with a grimace. He opened up his own copy of the script. "Check out Scene 12—that’s the big one."
Lee quickly turned the pages. "Oooh, you interrogate me! Will I be able to handle the hot seat?"
Chris slid a hand under Lee’s ass. Giving it a squeeze, he said, "Oh, I think you handle your hot seat just fine."
"Eh, it’s no Ass of Life, though, now is it?"
Chris laughed. He pulled his hand back out and turned the pages of his own script to Scene 12. "You wanna do a quick line run-through?"
"Sure."
Chris cleared his throat and put on his Serious Stabler face. "She cut you up because you caged her in your car!"
Lee smiled. "Hey, remember that time McManus brought a cage into Em City?"
"Yeah," Chris chuckled. "Mr. McManus, sir, how big is your penis? God, that was great."
Lee looked back at his script and put on his Psychotic Perp face. "It was the only way to get her to sit still long enough to hear the message."
Chris's grin returned, even bigger now. "Speaking of messages, remember my voice message you played on the DVD commentary, the one I left you when I was drunk?"
Lee clapped his hands together and changed his voice to a high, girlish squeal. "Love you! Miss you! I’d love to see you!"
"Yeah, that one."
"Dean still thinks we're gay, you know. That crazy son-of-a-bitch."
"Yeah, what does he know?" smirked Chris. Looking back at his script, he read, "The message... Guys like you, ya always got a message, don't ya?"
"It's not mine, it's God's. There is a better life waiting for girls like her in heaven. Also, bisexual serial killers and irresponsible alcoholics."
"Hey! You ad-libbed that last part!"
Lee shrugged. "Just making sure you're paying attention. I know how distracting my good looks can be."
"Seriously? You wanna see something distracting, I’ll take my shirt off," growled Chris. Quickly switching gears, he spat, "Is that your job? You're God's little messenger boy?"
Lee gasped. "Do you know what kind of sordid lives these girls are living?" he slowly drawled, throwing a lascivious look in Chris’s direction.
"Probably something similar to the lives we lived from 1998 to 2002."
"Speak for yourself!" said Lee in mock indignation.
"No, I'm pretty sure I'm speaking for both of us." Chris turned a page. "Actually, I do, especially because of freaks like you."
"Freak? Who’re you calling a freak?!" exclaimed Lee. "I'm not the one who was dancing up a storm on Fire Island last summer."
Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I was," Lee said sheepishly, looking back down. He continued reading. "God put me on this earth to fight Satan's grip on these girls' souls!"
Chris cringed. "God, this sucks so bad," he muttered under his breath. Rubbing his hand across his face, he responded, "Did God tell you to put your death grip on these girls' necks?" Then he grinned and added, "Because apparently God is aware that you’re pretty talented when it comes to gripping things."
Ignoring Chris’s extemporaneous remark, Lee answered solemnly, "Sometimes dying is better than living."
"Now did you just admit to me that you murdered these two girls?" prompted Chris in return.
"No, I never harmed a soul. But, whoever did this, isn't a murderer. Whoever did this, sent these girls to heaven, out of love." Lee took a deep breath. "Lord, bless those who watch over the weak. And Lord, bless those you have chosen to protect us."
Lee smiled. "So, I guess you’re the real savior here." Skimming the rest of the page, he added, "And then we recite the end of the Lord’s Prayer together."
"Yeah, because praying with the perps is completely in character for me," snarked Chris sarcastically.
Lee laid his script aside. "You know what?" he said. "I think that could be our golden opportunity."
"What?"
"The praying."
"You think we should start getting it on in the middle of a prayer?"
"Yeah! It’d be ironic! And fucking hilarious!"
Chris grinned. "Well, I guess. If anyone can make praying look hot, it’s us," he agreed.
"Absolutely!" Lee looked back at the script. "This part here, bless those who watch over the weak, that’s when I should start touching you… I’ll say the line, then grab your arm."
To demonstrate, Lee reached out and gently squeezed Chris’s wrist, smiling into his eyes as he did so. The heat from his palm radiated up Chris’s arm and spread throughout his body. Fingertips dug softly into his wrist’s strong pulse point.
Chris swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
"And then," Lee whispered, "I’ll stand up and face you, get right in your space." He shifted in his seat so that he was closer to Chris. "Maybe I’ll place my hands on your shoulders." Lee moved his hands accordingly so that they rested comfortably against Chris’s neck. He ran his thumbs along Chris’s collarbone, rubbing circles at the edges. "Then I’ll say, bless those you have chosen to protect us."
Chris stared at Lee’s soft, red lips, suddenly so close. "Then I’ll start the prayer," Chris proposed softly, as he felt the weight of Lee’s upper body lean into his own, "and place my hands on your shoulders." His hands found their way onto Lee's broad, hard shoulders. "Maybe I’ll give you a little shake, like I can’t believe this is really happening."
"Then I'll begin praying with you," Lee said. "I'll close my eyes, and press my forehead into yours."
Their foreheads touched, and Chris took a deep breath. "You smell great," he murmured.
"I don't think that's part of the script."
"No, it's not."
They sat there, slowly inhaling each other. "Are you feeling this?" asked Lee breathlessly. "I am feeling this."
Lips met lips, and seven years became yesterday. They were no longer perp and Stabler, or Beecher and Keller. They were just Lee and Chris, doing what always felt so natural. It was like sliding into an old, comfortable pair of shoes, and as the kiss continued, they fell into their own world, a world of their own creation and not someone else's.
Chris slid his hands down from Lee's shoulders, across his chest and further still, until they found and groped their appreciable destination.
Breaking the kiss, Chris replied, "I know I’m definitely feeling something."
Lee chuckled. "You know, you’re the one who proposed blowing my house in."
"Well, let’s see whose house is made of brick and whose is made of straw," Chris urged. And, with that, there was the sound of zippers being quickly opened, magnified by the stillness of their world’s surroundings.
*~*~*~*
An hour later, Lee picked his script back up. "We never finished reading through to the end of the scene," he commented.
Chris lifted his chin off of Lee’s chest and glanced at the page. Picking up where they had left off, he spoke his next line. "God forgives those who sin against him."
"Yes," answered Lee.
Chris looked up into Lee’s eyes. "Confess your sins to him."
Lee exhaled. "I have nothing to confess, detective." He paused, stroking the Christ tattoo along Chris's arm, before adding, "How is love wrong? In whatever form it takes, how is love wrong?"
Chris smiled and kissed Lee’s temple. "It isn’t," he answered simply.
THE END
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Date: 2015-02-15 07:05 am (UTC)Lovely ending too.
ETA: Loved the reference to the ansaphone message..the LEEE one. It's too cute. He wuves his Lee, he does. Best Valentine story ever.
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Date: 2015-02-16 03:46 pm (UTC)I have mixed feelings sometimes about missing out on the "real-time" excitement of their reunion back in 2010. It would have been so exciting to be able to squee over the announcement and all the build-up, but then the episode itself was so disappointing. It was saved only by their amazing chemistry in that one scene, and the way they acted in it (which I really do suspect was largely of their own making and not the writer's or director's intention).
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Date: 2015-02-16 06:48 pm (UTC)Yeah, the episode really stank. I bet this is how it really happened.
Stabler totally prays with suspects all the time, ha. Only if Lee plays them obviously.
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Date: 2015-02-15 10:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2015-02-18 01:31 pm (UTC)you're so ozsome
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Date: 2015-02-23 06:22 pm (UTC)Bits I especially loved: the hot seat, how distracting Chris is sans shirt, how praying with perps is SO IC!, that you mentioned that little *shake*, the part about falling into a world of their own creation, and all of the delicious moments of their shared history that you included.
"Well, let's see whose house is made of brick and whose is made of straw," Chris urged.
I think both of their houses are made of wood. *G*
Thank you so much for writing this for meeee! I love it. *hugshugshugshugshugs*
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Date: 2015-02-25 05:18 pm (UTC)I've been itching to write some Leeloni fic for a while now, but I lacked the proper motivation. The notification for your upcoming birthday was just the kick-start I needed!
I originally wanted to write something based on that photo that Chris tweeted last summer of the two of them together on a boat, but I couldn't really get any kind of suitable plot going. Then I remembered your SVU prompt from the Prompt-A-Thon, and that gave me a lot more to work with. (Although, it was both a curse and a blessing to have to watch that scene so many times so that I could transcribe the dialogue! :/)
Sorry for the abrupt cut-away/lack of porn, but I ran out of time, and writing that stuff has never been my strong point, anyway (despite my attempts at a personal philosophy of reading more porn = writing more porn). :D
I think both of their houses are made of wood. *G*
LOL, I canNOT believe that I didn't think of that line myself. *props to you*
It makes me sad sometimes how little Leeloni RPS there is in the Oz fandom, although I certainly understand why it's not everyone's cup o' tea. But, c'mon, they practically ASK for it to be written! So I love that there is someone else who appreciates it! :)
Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Hope your birthday was a happy one! (Oh, and I was glad to hear that you were able to get your husband's car back, too. Yay!)