Steam

by Bast1949

Law & Order--ff slash

pairing: Rodgers/Serena

disclaimer: the characters belong to Dick wolf and not me although i can dream, can't i?

Steam

by Bast1949

Rodgers let herself into her apartment, threw the keys into a tray by the door, and dropped her purse and gym bag to the floor. Crossing the living room, she paused to close the drapes over a
spectacular night display of New York skyline. The answering machine was blinking--two calls. She had a pretty good idea who from. I can't do this without a drink", she thought.

After pouring herself a stiff scotch, she sank down in the plush chair by the phone. With slightly trembling fingers she pushed the PLAY button.

"Elizabeth, it's me. I know you've been avoiding me, but i don't know why. I thought things were going well between us". There was a slight break in the voice, and then a pause. "Two weeks ago you gave me your keys. You know I've never used them without an invitation. I'm asking you for one now. I need to see you. Please". Then a click and a buzz.

Rodgers pressed the PAUSE button, and took another drink. She inhaled deeply, then pressed PLAY.

"It's me again. Listen, if it's about the age thing it shouldn't be. You know that. Call me". Rodger's erased the messages, sighed, and leaned back in the chair. "Oh, Serena", she thought, "it's about the age thing, all right, that and a million other things". Like an estranged husband, and a son, and a whole slew of other relatives who have no idea I could feel for or behave in this way with another woman. And it's about you, Serena, and your ambition.

In truth, Rodgers missed the girl--missed her much more than she thought she would. Missed sleeping with her. Missed seeing that brilliant, unguarded smile that was just for her. Missed her passion and her willingness to please. As her lover, Rodgers had seen a totally different side of Serena--one she would never have guessed existed--one that she kept expertly concealed in her professional life. But it was that very concealment that Rodgers mistrusted--for she knew it well, and had practiced it herself for many years.

Heaving herself from the chair, she stripped off her scrubs and left them where they fell. She needed a shower, a long hot shower to unknot her muscles.

Five minutes later she was standing under a spray of water as hot as she could stand it. Steam billowed all around her. She closed her eyes. Then she heard the soft slide of the shower door. Someone whispering "Elizabeth" into her ear.

Soft arms enfolded her in the steam.

END