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Thud.
2 more hours.
Thud.
Olivia was mentally banging her head against a brick wall. Time was trickling past impossibly slowly and the last place she
wanted to be stuck was the squad room. Always seeming to draw the short straw, Olivia was the only one left in a relatively
empty building. Elliot had taken some time off and while she had spent most of the day behind her desk, Munch and Fin had
been at court. Even Cragen had been largely absent, only emerging from his office to grab cups of coffee. Olivia wouldn't
normally touch the toffee-coloured sludge with a barge-pole, but the lateness of the hour meant she had to resort to desperate
measures. She knew that not so far away, Alex would be stuck in her office, going over one of her many open cases; she had
to discipline herself not to abandon the open file before her and go and provide the ADA with some company. Hell, what was
she doing? She re-read her last sentence and discovered it didn't actually make much sense – rather, it consisted mainly
of absent-minded doodles. How long had she been day-dreaming? The clock read 10.15; 20 minutes had gone since she last
checked the clock. The dark-haired detective hated when that happened, and it always happened when she thought about Alex.
Hm, now there's a good way to make the time pass...
Olivia lost her breath every time Alex walked into a room – her presence produced a very physical effect, like being
punched in the stomach, and the normally stoic detective became nervous whenever she heard the sound of the attorney's heels
on the grubby linoleum. She could almost smell the scent of the beautiful blonde's perfume....
A hand landed on her shoulder. Olivia fought the urge to scream, instead spinning round to confront the intruder.
Ah. Olivia's breath left her body all at once. No wonder she had smelt Alex's perfume – the attorney was standing
right behind her, though her proximity would have been a great deal more appreciated if Olivia hadn't been scared half to
death.
“Hey, Liv...are you ok? I assumed you'd hear me coming, I didn't mean to surprise you like that!”
Olivia cursed herself mentally for getting so caught up in her dreams. She couldn't help but smile, however – she was
always glad to see Alex, and especially liked the way her nickname sounded on Alex's lips.
So soft and pink and...perfect
Damnit! She'd been staring again! Blushing even more, Olivia managed to strangle out a 'hello' of some description. She
smiled widely, trying to calm her thudding heart.
“Not that I'm not glad to see you, Alex, but what are you doing here? Munch and Fin left ages ago but I think Cragen's
probably fallen asleep at his desk.”
“Why, detective, what makes you think I came to see them? I had a hunch you'd be working late, and thought you might
like some company. You can only stare at four walls for so long, you know.”
Alex smiled her lopsided grin, the one which set Olivia's heart pounding once more.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear she was doing this on purpose...
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For a detective, she really can be thick sometimes.
Alex chewed the end of her red pen as she pretended to work. She'd been dropping hints to Olivia but achieved no success
so far – or at least, she didn't think so. Then again, she'd only been linked to SVU for a couple of months and Olivia
was so damned hard to read....
Daydreaming about Olivia Benson was Alex's favourite way of avoiding work, especially on a Friday night, when to all intents
and purposes, she should have finished for the weekend. This was never the case, however; neither was it for her favourite
detective. The nature of their jobs ensured no 9-5 peace of mind, and Alex was pretty sure that Olivia would be in the squad
room mulling over paperwork.
Screw this.
Alex couldn't resist sneaking up on Olivia; it was obvious the detective's mind was elsewhere. It looked like even Cragen
had gone home, leaving Olivia on the later shift for the evening. Alex didn't think Olivia was reclusive on purpose, just
too attached to her job. The blonde sighed mentally as she saw the well-muscled shoulders, ruffled hair and half-crumpled
leather jacket on the back of Olivia's chair; God, she loved that jacket. Judging from the detective's posture, she was just
as tired as Alex was. Almost instinctively, she reached out a hand to smooth out the tension in Olivia's back, causing the
detective to jump, and Alex to almost drop the coffees she was holding in her right hand.
Feeling guilty for surprising Olivia so much, Alex apologised before realising the detective's face was turning a delicate
shade of pink.
What was she just thinking about?
Alex tried her cutest smile and got her answer.
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Finally, it was midnight. Time really had passed quickly since Alex had shown up and Olivia almost didn't want to leave.
The coffee Alex had brought ensured she wasn't going to get sleep anytime soon, and the attorney seemed just as buzzed as
she did. Alex was still relatively new around the place, but they seemed to have an immediate connection; she hoped the blonde
felt it too. Moving quickly past matters of work, they talked about anything and everything that came to mind – the
biggest disagreement was over which Krispy Kreme doughnut was the best; even in terms of doughnuts, Alex had the most sophisticated
taste: glazed blueberry compared to Liv's candy sprinkles.
As they walked out into the busy street, Olivia decided on a course of action. Pulling the blonde by the arm, she started
walking in the direction of her favourite bar.
“Wha-” Alex started.
“Trust me on this, I think you'll like it.” Olivia smiled at Alex, keeping her hand where it was, and leading
the way. One thing they had found in common was a love for cocktails and Olivia knew just the place. Upon seeing the bar,
Alex let out a gasp. “It's like you read my mind!”
“I thought we could both do with something a little stronger to drink,” said Olivia. “An ex showed me this
place a year or so ago; we practically lived in here once we'd tried their 'Cuppa Joe' – not that I think we need any
more coffee right now!” Olivia was feeling buzzed – she was amazed what effect the lawyer's company was having
on her. Alex giggled and the detective felt an odd warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had never really seen Alex
so carefree and happy. Normally completely self-conscious, particularly with people she barely knew, she just couldn't help
herself laughing too, happy that Alex was happy. She felt safe with Alex, and hoped the other woman felt the same way. Mentally
berating herself for thinking too much into the matter, she decided to make the most of Alex's company, hoping it wouldn't
be in short supply from now on.
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Alex was feeling exactly the same, soaking up the detective's presence as the evening passed. She rarely felt like this with
anyone; she wasn't the trusting type, particularly after the direction some of her relationships had taken, but she felt she
could confide in the woman before her. Taking a large swallow of her drink, she looked into Olivia's eyes once more.
“We should do this more often, you know”, she said. “I rarely get to spend more than five minutes with
you at work, and it'd be nice to get to know you better. That's why I came over tonight.”
Alex made the statement sound innocent, but hoped the detective would interpret it on more than one, superficial level. Sure,
they barely saw each other, but every time they met, Olivia would make the interaction physical, increasing their proximity,
touching Alex on the arm or the shoulder. Maybe it was just the type of person Olivia was, but Alex also noticed the way
the detective would breathe in her perfume and she would, every so often, catch Olivia surreptitiously checking her out.
Of course, the attorney was partly to blame – her choice of clothing was often strategic – but she let it lie
at coincidence. Like, coincidence Olivia would check out her ass as she walked out of the room. Alex didn't have eyes on
the back of her head, but she could almost feel the intensity of Olivia's gaze on her retreating back, as if burning into
her. That was another thing she'd noticed – how Olivia was so warm every time they were close. Heat seemed to radiate
off her toned body, invading Alex's pores; it was almost suffocating. The things Olivia seemed to notice about Alex were
reciprocal – the smell of the detective's shampoo was what Alex found most intoxicating, particularly mixed with the
leather of her jacket. Alex just hoped Olivia would put her well-honed skills to use and put two and two together.
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Olivia couldn't believe her ears.
Is she asking me out?
She knew they'd been barely able to keep their eyes off one another when they first met; even this evening, Olivia felt she
was drowing in the Alex's open gaze. It was intimate in a way she couldn't quite describe, as if she were laying herself
bare; normally closeted and protected by her strong emotional walls, Olivia knew she could appear cold and distant at times.
However, she had opened herself up to Alex almost instinctively and was glad she had done so – without stating her feelings,
she was pretty sure she had made them known and now she knew Alex reciprocated those feelings. Her tongue tied as she tried
to reply, nerves cluttering her thoughts, and instead she reached for the blonde's hand, before she could chicken out. Taking
a deep breath, she tried again.
“Alex, I was wondering-”
“Yes,” Alex almost purred in answer, squeezing Olivia's hand gently and intertwining their fingers.
Olivia had never felt so relieved in her life. Despite her gut instinct, there was still the risk of rejection...but the
detective had decided to take that risk.
Life is just a matter of being in the right place at the right time; following what you believe in and taking risks. After
all, wouldn't life be boring if it weren't for the off-chance that you might be wrong?
Fuelled by adrenaline, Olivia closened the gap between them, invading Alex's personal space almost as if she were trying to
breathe the other woman in. She could feel Alex's slim fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her closer, before whispering
in her ear, “Let's get out of here.”
Olivia was almost disappointed, before realising what Alex was implying. Getting rather unsteadily to her feet, she threw
some bills on the bar, grabbing her jacket and Alex and heading for the door.
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Alex almost pounced on the detective as they left the bar; rain was falling heavily, soaking them both, but she didn't even
notice. Olivia's wet hair dripped onto her cheek as she captured the detective's lips with her own, and dimly she felt the
brunette's hands support her back as she almost staggered. Breaking away for a second, she hailed a cab, frustrated that
her apartment was so far away; hell, anything was too far right now. The only place she wanted to be right now was somewhere
dry and warm, and Olivia wasn't helping her composure, keeping the warm weight of her hand on Alex's thigh the entire 3 minute
ride to her block. After paying the driver, she led Olivia out and up the stairs. Neither were laughing anymore –
the gravity of the situation was weighing heavily on both women's minds, but no words were needed to express what each other
was feeling. Alex could see her own emotions reflected in Olivia's eyes and she had never seen the detective look so vulnerable.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realised that she was finally going to make love to the beautiful woman before her.
Almost stumbling across the threshold, she looked into those intense brown eyes.
“We're going to take this slow, right?” She didn't want their first time to be anything rushed or regretted.
Olivia mutely nodded, taking off her jacket and laying it gently on a nearby armchair. Then, she reached for Alex's wet coat,
sliding her fingers up the lapels and smoothly slipping it off the lawyer's slim shoulders. Alex's shirt was clinging to
her skin, and she could feel the touch of Olivia's fingers as if multiplied. She shivered a little, in response, and realised
that Olivia, too, was shaking.
Forcing her voice to be steady, she said,
“Mind if we cut short the guided tour?”
Without waiting for a response, Alex kicked off her shoes and walked slowly down the hall.
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Alex waited, trembling, as she heard the detective's steady, slow pace down the hall. She was sitting on the edge of her
bed, fingers toying with the cream throw; she smiled nervously as Olivia reached the doorway, leaning sexily against it.
“We don't have to do this, Alex” she said, noting how anxious the attorney was. Funny, that – she could
interrogate the worst sort of criminals in front of a court full of people without batting an eyelid, but she was obviously
nervous in the safest of places. Olivia laughed a little as she crossed the room, kneeling at Alex's feet and looking into
her eyes. “I've never seen you like this before...” she murmured, suddenly worried that they were, contrary to
what had been promised earlier, taking thing a little too fast.
Alex laughed a little herself, relieving some of the tension in the room. “I'm sorry, Liv, I just can't believe this
is actually happening.” She exhaled unsteadily, taking Olivia's hands in her own. “Believe me, this is what
I want to do.”
And without another thought, she pulled the detective up to her and kissed her with as much passion as she was feeling, leaving
Olivia with butterflies in her stomach. She'd imagined so many times how those lips would feel, and never even came close;
so soft and gentle, in contrast to Alex's calculated demeanour. It was as if she was experiencing a side to Alex no-one else
did, and she felt almost priveliged. Unable to hold that position for much longer, but very much wanting to continue what
they were doing, she lowered herself onto Alex's slim body, pushing them both further up the bed.
Although the detective was close, Alex wanted her closer; hooking her fingers into Liv's belt loops, she tugged the brunette
closer, wrapping her legs in between the detective's and feeling strong thighs between her own. She shuddered, groaning as
she felt Olivia's fingers slip to the hem of her shirt, drawing in a sharp breath when she felt those fingers trace her stomach.
Her fingers splayed across Olivia's strong back, heart beating wildly.
“Relax, Alex” Olivia breathed in the blonde's ear, nipping the patch of skin just below it. “Let me love
you.” Alex had to force herself to calm down – she was practically hyperventilating, such was the effect of Olivia's
touch on her. Her skin tingled deliciously and she let her muscles relax, sinking back into the soft comforter. She placed
her palms on Olivia's warm cheeks, looking into her lover's eyes.
“I've..never felt like this before,” she breathed, almost whispering in the silence of the apartment. Olivia
smiled. “I'll take that as a compliment.” There was a glint in her eye, and Alex got to see another, hidden side
of Olivia. Though the detective would joke around with her colleagues, this was something different – Olivia was being
open and honest with her, sensing trust and giving it in return. In any of Alex's previous relationships with women, there
was always a sense of insecurity, self-consciousness and, once, embarassment. She knew that in a relationship with Olivia,
they could at least be honest. The thought made her heart fill with warmth, and she felt herself smiling like an idiot.
Intimacy was something she had always found awkward, but with Olivia, it was almost second-nature.
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Olivia could hardly believe it. She was kissing Alex, feeling Alex's legs between her own, Alex's breasts pressed against
her own through their wet shirts, chest heaving as she gasped for breath. The unconscious movement of those slim hands across
her back made her hot as hell, and she felt her own start to slip under Alex's shirt. Worried the blonde would pass out,
she made sure what she was doing was ok; sensing Alex's trust, she let her hands move further upwards, towards the lace of
Alex's bra, toying with the lace underneath the blonde's breasts. Alex gasped and arched her back, pressing her chest towards
Olivia's face and the brunette could take it no more. She could hear Alex's sigh as she stopped what she was doing, then
the intake of breath when she took off her own sodden shirt. With other lovers, she had always felt exposed, but all she
felt was warmth and love. With Alex's eyes still fixed on her, she removed her trousers, leaving her panties on.
“Olivia...”
Alex's pupils were dilated and her breathing even more irregular as she moved to take off her own shirt. Olivia stilled her
hands, slowly and teasingly stripping the lawyer herself. When both were undressed, Olivia took the time to memorise the
lithe body before her.
“You're even more beautiful than I imagined,” she said softly, before realising what she'd just let slip.
Alex smiled. “You've been imagining what I look like naked?” she said. Olivia didn't reply, blushing pink before
reaching over to cup one of Alex's breasts, as if out of curiosity. Alex's eyes half closed, fixing Olivia with a smouldering
stare.
“That's cheating,” she said, before reaching for one of Olivia's breasts herself, teasing the erect nipple. Olivia
groaned, and Alex felt a rush of warmth and almost painful wetness between her legs for the first time. Leaning over, she
laid Olivia down, kissing her neck before teasing the brunette's nipples with her tongue. Soon, however, she felt that teasing
had gone on for long enough. As her hand slid down Olivia's smooth stomach, tracing the outline of muscles she found there,
she moved her head up to Olivia's, her nipples brushing the ones beneath her. The slightest touch was electric, and both
women cried out. Alex kissed Olivia's ear, brushing damp hair out of the way with her other hand.
“Do you want this, love?” she asked, already aware of the reply, but wanting to hear it anyway. Olivia whimpered,
and Alex removed her hand to stroke the curve of Olivia's breast. The detective's eyes were closed, her head thrown to one
side, the pulse point in her neck leaping as she fell prey to Alex's demands on her body. Alex could feel the body beneath
her humming with tension, almost snapping when she slid her fingers past Olivia's panties. The brunette cried out, trying
to control her breathing, and Alex wondered how they'd changed positions – she had been like this only minutes before.
The sight of Olivia's body had set off something primal and uncontrollable in Alex; it frightened her a little, but she enjoyed
the power it gave her. Leaving a kiss on Olivia's temple, she let her head move down to slim hips, sliding Olivia's thong
down to her knees. She inhaled, unable to stop herself when she felt the detective's strong hands curl reflexively in her
hair.
“Alex, please...”
Alex smiled, sliding the thong off completely and leaving Olivia gloriously naked. Lightly, she flicked her tongue over the
slick pool between Olivia's legs, feeling thighs contract around her ears as the detective's body arched suddenly. Placing
those legs over her shoulders, she felt her wetness grow as she tasted Olivia for the first time. Running her tongue across
sensitive skin, she heard Olivia's gasps echo in the room, emboldening her even further. After coating two of her fingers
in her own wetness, she bit and sucked a patch of Olivia's inner thigh, entering the brunette with her fingers simultaneously.
Olivia cried out, starting to sweat, and Alex nearly came at the sight, sound and feel of the pliant body beneath her. Olivia's
inner muscles clenched around her fingers and she wondered at the feel of it, curling them upwards to find the rougher patch
she was looking for. Pressing on it, she felt those thighs contract even more tightly around her ears, but she could still
hear Olivia's cries to God.
“Holy shi....”
Olivia's eyes were closed tight in concentration as she felt Alex's fingers manipulate her. She found it even more difficult
to focus as that skilled tongue flicked the nerves at her very core. Breathing heavily, she forced herself to look down,
only to see Alex's deep blue eyes looking up at her, her tongue making slow circles. Although she couldn't see those fingers,
she could definitely feel them and she could see Alex's arm moving slightly back and forth. Olivia grasped her free hand
and felt her head fall back; she could hear what Alex was doing and it was too much effort to keep looking any more.
Alex sensed her lover was close when she felt Olivia's hips start to grind even faster, her fingers tightening around her
own. She squeezed back, relentless in her attack, flicking her tongue faster over Olivia's most sensitive spot. The sounds
Olivia made were increasingly erotic: her heavy breathing, the small pants she made when Alex's tongue brushed her clit, the
slick sound Alex's fingers made as they slipped in and out of her lover's wetness; Alex had never experienced anything quite
like it. She could see Olivia's free hand clenching the bedpost as she struggled to hang on, her moans becoming louder and
throatier as she gasped out Alex's name.
“God, Liv,” said Alex, close to the edge herself. “Come for me...let go.”
With that, she sucked hard, pressing her fingers even deeper, and for Olivia, the world exploded. Her heart felt like it
would escape her chest as she groaned Alex's name, ending in a scream as she let go. Tense muscles spasmed as pleasure spread
throughout her body, her thighs clamping down around Alex's head and shoulders, her neck stretching as she snapped her head
back into soft pillows. She was gradually aware of feather-light kisses up her legs and stomach, gentle hands soothing her
as Alex cradled her in her arms. Damp hair was smoothed out of her face, light kisses placed across her forehead, cheeks,
the edges of her lips. She could barely keep her eyes open, still gasping for breath. Alex looked pretty breathless herself,
whispering to her lover, leading her into a deep sleep.
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Alex didn't mind that Olivia was sleeping: she felt she had been given something special and was more than happy to acknowledge
that she'd worn the detective out. Placing a tender kiss on Olivia's forehead, she smoothed her short hair, running her fingers
idly through the strands and watching the troubled detective at peace. As their breathing matched, she felt at peace herself,
like she was wrapped in a coccoon, and enjoying the fact that she could have Olivia like this: safe and in her arms.
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