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Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU | Complement | PG | Munch/Lennie
Title: Complement
Fandom: Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG
Pairing: Munch/Lennie
Summary: Some things just make sense.
Word Count: 393
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
“Remember when we really met?” Lennie asks Munch one night. They’re sitting on the couch in their apartment that technically belongs to Munch, because Lennie still has his own apartment—they're detectives, so they have to keep up appearances—but it’s been awhile since they’ve referred to it as such. It’s just a quiet night at home, relaxing; the television is on but neither is really paying attention to it, both lost in their own thoughts.
“When? The time you stole my wife, or during the case involving that model?” Munch returns, sardonic as usual. Their banter is constant, showing how easily they play off one another, how they complement each other.
Lennie rolls his eyes. “The second time. I barely remembered your name the first time.” He grins a little and Munch knows something is on his mind.
“Gee, thanks.” Munch hits him lightly. “I remember, why?”
“For awhile, I never wanted to see you again.”
“Many people feel that way when they first meet me, but then they’re sucked in by my charm,” Munch replies, and Lennie snorts. Munch ignores this. “We did bicker a lot.”
“Rey asked me if we’d gotten married and failed to mention it.”
“I think Paul said something to that effect as well.” Much gives Lennie his infamous ‘over the glasses’ look. “Who knew our partners were so perceptive?”
Lennie chuckles. “Really.”
“So what brings this up?”
“Just thinkin' about it. Life, really. It doesn't make any damn sense.”
“Are you getting philosophical on me, Lennie?” Munch wonders, raising an eyebrow. “Because I don’t know if I’m up to contemplating the Reason We’re All Here.”
Lennie rolls his eyes again, practically hearing the capitals. “No, I was just thinking about how weird it is that we'd end up together, six failed marriages between us. What made us work out after all those doomed relationships?”
“Who knows, Lennie? Too many lonely nights? Mutual understanding? All I know is that I’m not about to question it.”
“You’re a closet romantic.”
“I’m a closet a lot of things. You know you like it.”
“Maybe I’m just too tired to bother, anymore.”
This time, Munch rolls his eyes. “Sure, Lennie, whatever you say.” Munch kisses him. “Whatever you say,” he adds, pulling away.
Lennie shoots him a crooked smile. “Or maybe I like it.” Munch smirks.
They continue relaxing, content.
Fandom: Law & Order/Law & Order: SVU
Rating: PG
Pairing: Munch/Lennie
Summary: Some things just make sense.
Word Count: 393
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use.
A/N: Has been edited from its original version.
“Remember when we really met?” Lennie asks Munch one night. They’re sitting on the couch in their apartment that technically belongs to Munch, because Lennie still has his own apartment—they're detectives, so they have to keep up appearances—but it’s been awhile since they’ve referred to it as such. It’s just a quiet night at home, relaxing; the television is on but neither is really paying attention to it, both lost in their own thoughts.
“When? The time you stole my wife, or during the case involving that model?” Munch returns, sardonic as usual. Their banter is constant, showing how easily they play off one another, how they complement each other.
Lennie rolls his eyes. “The second time. I barely remembered your name the first time.” He grins a little and Munch knows something is on his mind.
“Gee, thanks.” Munch hits him lightly. “I remember, why?”
“For awhile, I never wanted to see you again.”
“Many people feel that way when they first meet me, but then they’re sucked in by my charm,” Munch replies, and Lennie snorts. Munch ignores this. “We did bicker a lot.”
“Rey asked me if we’d gotten married and failed to mention it.”
“I think Paul said something to that effect as well.” Much gives Lennie his infamous ‘over the glasses’ look. “Who knew our partners were so perceptive?”
Lennie chuckles. “Really.”
“So what brings this up?”
“Just thinkin' about it. Life, really. It doesn't make any damn sense.”
“Are you getting philosophical on me, Lennie?” Munch wonders, raising an eyebrow. “Because I don’t know if I’m up to contemplating the Reason We’re All Here.”
Lennie rolls his eyes again, practically hearing the capitals. “No, I was just thinking about how weird it is that we'd end up together, six failed marriages between us. What made us work out after all those doomed relationships?”
“Who knows, Lennie? Too many lonely nights? Mutual understanding? All I know is that I’m not about to question it.”
“You’re a closet romantic.”
“I’m a closet a lot of things. You know you like it.”
“Maybe I’m just too tired to bother, anymore.”
This time, Munch rolls his eyes. “Sure, Lennie, whatever you say.” Munch kisses him. “Whatever you say,” he adds, pulling away.
Lennie shoots him a crooked smile. “Or maybe I like it.” Munch smirks.
They continue relaxing, content.