DISCLAIMER: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and all characters are property of NBC and Dick Wolf.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
SPOILERS: Based around the episode 'Guilt'.

By Eyah


Part 21

Alex went through her days on auto pilot. It was late November, but the city was already enveloped in a think white blanket. They had gotten an uncharacteristically heavy early snow.

Elliot's words kept running through her head. She missed Olivia, she missed her terribly. But was she ready for what Olivia needed? The detective kept a cool distance between them when they did come in contact with each other. If Alex wanted to change that, she had been given her opportunity just yesterday. The casual message on her voice mail had been left by Elliot.

"Hey, Alex, I wasn't sure what your plans were for Thanksgiving…but Kathy and I always invite everyone from the squad to our house. You are welcome to join us." He had paused for second, his voice softening a little. "She'll be there Alex." And he had hung up without anything further.

She was pondering this as she walked through the door to SVU a few days before Thanksgiving. Cragen met her in the middle of the room.

"Benson and Stabler are in there now. Come on." He said referring to a suspect that the detectives had just arrested and brought in for questioning.

They stepped inside the adjoining room. Alex immediately went to the one way glass. Elliot sat across from the suspect. He leaned forward on his elbows while he talked. The man across the table was thin, painfully so. His clean cut, innocent appearance belied the crime he was suspected of committing. Crime scene photos of the young girl he had raped and tortured flashed through Alex's head. His lawyer sat beside him, cautiously laying a hand on his arm whenever he did not want him to answer a question.

Olivia prowled the room behind him. She wore a burnt orange shirt layered over a white t-shirt. Her khakis rode low on her hips. She was letting Elliot ask the questions, while she studied the man at the table.

Alex took the opportunity to study the detective. Her eyes greedily drinking in the sight of the woman she had been denied the pleasure of looking at in recent weeks. Olivia's hands…strong, capable…every gesture a study in strength and grace. Olivia's confident stride…comfortable as she moved within her environment. Olivia's voice, controlled and intimidating as she questioned a suspect. A chill raced up Alex's spine as she recalled how Olivia's voice went husky when she was aroused. Olivia's eyes…which, if you knew what you were looking for, betrayed her emotions more than any of her features. It's one of the things I love about her, Alex thought. The thought hit her like a flash of light. Funny, she had thought she would have worked all of this out somehow slowly in her mind. But it had been a sudden revelation.

Alex did not realize that her own features were in danger of betraying her. At the stricken look on her face, Captain Cragen placed a concerned hand behind her elbow.

"Counselor, are you okay?" She shook her head in response.

"I'm fine, Captain." In a second she was back to business. "Book him on Murder One, I'll have a laundry list of charges to add by the time he's arraigned."


Part 22

Olivia sat on the living room floor of the Stabler house, admiring the pictures Maureen was showing her. Every few minutes, Dickie and his two cousins would run through firing toy guns at each other. Kathy and her sister Eileen moved around the kitchen. Olivia wasn't sure what they were doing in there, but they were creating the most wonderful smells. Elliot and Munch sat on the couch with Eileen's husband Tom watching the football game. Eileen and Tom's sons Jacob and Eric were the ones running around with Dickie.

Olivia loved all the noise and confusion of family around her. She laughed at the boys as they played at being cops. She occasionally joined in the guys' discussions about the game. Surprisingly, Munch knew a lot more about football than Olivia would have guessed.

She got up and went to the kitchen, under the pretense of offering to lend a hand. When Kathy politely refused, and turned back to the stove, Olivia snatched a piece of turkey off the tray.

"I saw that," Kathy immediately said, without turning around.

"How?" Olivia asked, not bothering to plead her innocence.

"I'm a mother…eyes in the back of my head," Kathy offered by way of explanation. She turned from her potatoes in time to catch Olivia sneaking another piece of turkey. She smiled affectionately at this woman who was like a sister to her husband. She knew Elliot had extended an invitation to Alex to join them. And she hoped Alex would show up. She had a feeling about Olivia and Alex, that they would both compliment and challenge each other perfectly. Their Olivia could be stubborn, and Kathy had seen her quickly grow bored with those she could push around. Everything she had heard about Alex led her to believe the attorney was not afraid to push back.


Part 23

Alex pulled her coat more tightly around her, checking the address on the scrap of paper in her hand one more time. Pushing down her nervousness she walked up the steps to the front door of the Stabler home. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she quickly rang the doorbell. Seconds later, Elliot opened the door.

"Come in. I'm glad you could make it." He smiled warmly, helping her off with her coat. "You look nice," he said, eyeing her light blue cashmere sweater and grey wool pants with appreciation. He hung her coat on a hook by the door and turned to usher her into the living room.

After introducing her to Tom and waiting while she greeted Munch and Fin, he steered her towards the kitchen.

"The women are in here, where they belong," he joked, earning a playfully stern look from her. When she turned those blue eyes on him teasingly, Elliot could see why Olivia was so head-over-heels.

His hand was at the small of her back as he escorted her to the kitchen. All three women turned as they entered. Purposely avoiding Olivia's eyes, he politely introduced Alex to Kathy and Eileen.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Kathy greeted her warmly, crossing the room to take Alex's hand in hers. "Make yourself at home. Dinner will be ready shortly." Elliot excused himself back to the game, leaving Alex with the women. "Alex would you like something to drink, a glass of wine maybe?" Kathy offered politely.

"That would be nice."

"Liv, get her a glass of that red we opened, would you? I've got to get these rolls out of the oven." Kathy grabbed a mitt and reached for the oven door.

Olivia had been standing by the sink. She couldn't take her eyes off of Alex. Spurred into action by Kathy's request, she reached for a glass and the bottle of wine that was on the counter. As she turned and handed the glass to Alex, their fingers brushed. Olivia was unprepared for the current that raced up her arm. Her eyes flew to Alex's.

"Excuse me," she mumbled, feeling tears prick the back of her eyes. She pushed past Alex and headed for the bathroom.

Kathy had turned in time to catch this exchange. Alex stood rooted to her spot, looking as shocked as Olivia had been.

"Well, don't just stand there. Go after her," she told Alex quietly. Alex nodded and set down her glass. She hurried through the kitchen door.

Elliot looked up as Alex came through the doorway. He pointed wordlessly towards the hallway at the back of the room. She hurried down the hall.

"What was that about?" Munch asked.

"We'll see," Elliot answered cryptically.

Alex got to the end of the hall in time to see the bathroom door closing. She stuck her hand out and stopped it just before it would have clicked shut. She stepped inside the room to face a shocked Olivia.

"Alex, what are you doing in here?" Olivia asked as she turned to face her, tears tracing a damp trail down her cheek. Alex closed the door behind her and she heard the lock click into place.

"We need to talk."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about." At Olivia's softly spoken words, Alex crossed the small room quickly. She grasped Olivia roughly by the waist, pushing her back against the wall.

Alex pressed her mouth to Olivia's possessively. The kiss was short, but intense. As much as she wanted to be strong, the feel of Alex's lips on hers was Olivia's undoing. When Alex would have pulled away, Olivia pulled her back, crushing their mouths back together.

Deciding everything she had to say could wait, Alex pulled Olivia against her and turned them both. She pushed Olivia against the sink, continuing to push until Olivia was sitting on the counter. She leaned in, moving her hands over Olivia's body. After weeks of being apart, she could not touch enough of Olivia's body to satiate her need.

Olivia felt it too, a desperate urge to be as close as they could, yet unable to reach enough of each other. Alex's hands were at the waistband of her pants, unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper. Her hand slipped inside. Olivia gasped, and Alex covered her mouth with her own to silence her. Alex's fingers stroked inside of her quickly.

It was fast—so fast—Alex's mouth—Alex's fingers—and then Olivia was over the edge, biting her lip to keep quiet as she climaxed. Her body tensed, her arm wrapped tightly around Alex's neck, burying her face in Alex's neck, gasping for breath.

"Oh, God—we shouldn't have—I shouldn't have—" Olivia seemed unable to finish a thought, unable to voice the words which would indicate regret for what had just happened between them.

"Liv, I needed to touch you," Alex offered the simple explanation, while forming her next words inside her head. She slipped her hand out of Olivia's pants and wrapped her arms around the brunette. Olivia struggled against the embrace, pushing off the counter and trying to fasten her pants.

"It was not a good idea. It can only make things worse." She was unable to keep her words from coming out on a broken sob, her heart already breaking all over again. How could she have let this happen? She wrenched open the door and stumbled out into the hallway.


Part 24

Elliot stood as Olivia came down the hallway. Seeing the look on her face, he pulled her aside.

"Did you do this?" She leveled her gaze on him accusingly. He nodded slowly. Sensing she wanted to flee he took her by the arm.

"Just come in here and sit with us. Act like nothing happened if you need to. If you leave now it will just draw more attention. What am I supposed to tell everyone if you go storming out of here?"

She nodded slowly, fixing a blank expression on her face. She sat down in an overstuffed chair in the living room, suddenly pretending interest in the football game. Elliot was right, no one even looked up.

Alex had taken a minute in the bathroom to get herself composed, before going in search of Olivia. She came down the hallway and saw Olivia sitting in the living room with the men.

At that moment, Kathy and Eileen came in from the kitchen to tell everyone dinner was ready. Kathy saw Alex standing at the edge of the room, and Olivia was obviously feigning interested in the television. Sensing something was going on, Kathy raised her hand to let her sister know to hold on for a second.

Alex stood rooted to her spot for a moment, debating her next move. She needed to get Olivia alone so she could talk to her. Then the words Elliot had said to her rushed back, She doesn't need a public declaration, Alex. She just needs to know that you want to be with her…really with her. Okay, this was where it was going to be.

Her mind made up, she quickly strode across the room, coming to a stop in front of Olivia's chair. She knelt in front of her. Reaching out, she took one of Olivia's hands in her own. Looking into her eyes, Alex began speaking.

"Liv, you once dared me to deny that I felt something when you touched me. I couldn't. Now I am asking you do the same. Tell me that you don't love me, and I will leave you alone." Ignoring the shocked expressions on the faces all around the room, she looked only at Olivia, awaiting a response.

"It doesn't matter, Alex." Embarrassment flushed Olivia's face. It was bad enough that she had proven her weakness in the privacy of Elliot's bathroom, but to drag it out here in front of the people Olivia considered her family was unforgivable. When she would have angrily pulled her hand away, Alex held it securely in her own.

"It matters, Liv." Alex's voice was rough with emotion, her blue eyes liquid with it, pleading with Olivia to hear her. "It matters because I love you so much. And I was stupid to not realize it." Holding her breath, she waited. When Olivia pulled her close and hugged her, Alex breathed again.

Kathy and Eileen still stood in the doorway, tears in both of their eyes. Elliot nodded his approval from where he sat.

"That was touching. Now can we eat, I am starving," Munch said, standing and heading towards the dining room. They all laughed and followed him, leaving the still embracing women alone.

They pulled apart slightly. Alex leaned back in and pressed a light kiss to Olivia's lips. She took Olivia's hand and led her to the dining room, keeping it firmly grasped in her own until they sat down.


Part 25

Olivia and Elliot's pagers went off just as they were finishing dinner. Elliot picked up the phone and called in.

"We've got a DB, the Doc is meeting us there," he said referring to Dr. Warner. Glancing at the kids he spoke as briefly as he could.

"I'll go with you, can always use an extra pair of hands," Munch said, standing up to follow them. At the door they grabbed their coats.

"I'm going to stay and help Kathy clean up. But call me when you get done," Alex said, taking Olivia's coat from her and holding it while she slipped her arms into it. Nodding Olivia turned to face her. Alex pulled her coat tightly around her, her hands lingering on Olivia's lapels. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on Olivia's cheek. She spoke quietly in her ear. "No matter how late—call."

She watched as they all went out and piled into the car together. Then she turned back to the kitchen to help Kathy.

Alex had just climbed into bed when she heard the phone ring. Leaning over she grabbed the extension from the night stand.


"Hi." At the sound of Liv's voice, Alex smiled.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah, I'm heading home now."

"Come over here."

"Are you sure it's not too late."

"I need more of you, Liv. It's been too long, and what happened in Elliot's bathroom was not enough." Alex heard Olivia laugh softly.

"If Elliot knew what happened in his own bathroom, he would fantasize about it forever."

"I'll leave the door unlocked. Let yourself in."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

It was actually closer to fifteen minutes before she let herself in to Alex's apartment. Moving through the darkened apartment, Olivia began shedding her clothes. She unbuttoned her shirt, dropping it to the floor as she entered the bedroom. She stepped out of her pants before she reached the bed, laying her gun and badge on the night stand. Her panties and bra quickly followed before she slipped between the sheets next to Alex.

Alex turned and reached for her as soon as she felt her weight on the bed. Olivia's hands encountered skin underneath the sheets. Alex was naked as well. Their mouths met tenderly. Olivia's hands roamed over Alex's body, fingers lightly grazing the underside of her breasts, her flat stomach, and the tops of her thighs.

As Olivia's mouth moved to her neck, nipping an earlobe between her teeth along the way, Alex's hands roamed as well. Her fingers ran through Olivia's hair, teasing the back of her neck and down her spine. They lingered on the small of her back, knowing the skin there was sensitive. She felt Olivia shudder in response.

Olivia's lips followed the path of her hands. She dropped light kisses along Alex's collarbone and down her chest, tracing a trail between her breasts. Her fingers teased first one nipple and then the other until they hardened. Then she traced over one of them with her tongue. Not giving Alex the exquisite sensation of pulling it into her mouth, just teasing it with wetness.

She slid back up Alex's body, denying herself the pleasure of tasting her, instead needing to see her face as she sunk two fingers into her willing flesh. Alex's back arched and her eyes drifted closed. A gasp escaped her lovely lips.

"Mmmm…I've missed how good you feel," Olivia growled, curling her fingers slightly and stroking her.

Alex's body responded to Olivia's touch quickly. She held on tightly to her lover as she felt the pleasure spread throughout her limbs. When Olivia rubbed her thumb over Alex's clit, her toes curled.

"Oh, God—yes," She moaned, between pressing kisses to Olivia's neck. "Ah, baby, I love you." She ground out just before her orgasm overtook her and she could no longer form a sentence.


Part 26

Elliot set a wrapped sandwich and a bottle of water down in front of Olivia. He sat down at the table across from her and began unwrapping his own lunch.

"Things going okay with you two?" He asked between bites.

"Yeah, we've both been busy since Thanksgiving. But things have been going well. We've been able to spend several nights a week together." Several weeks had passed since the holiday they spent at Elliot's house.

Their lunch was interrupted by Olivia's cell phone ringing. She spoke quickly, and then flipped the phone shut.

"Lunch is over, partner. Got a rape called in." She wrapped the remains of her sandwich and dropped it in the trash on her way out the door.

"Olivia," Alex walked into her bathroom, holding a diamond and sapphire pendant in one hand. Olivia was standing in front of the mirror, she unscrewed the lid from a small green jar. Dipping her fingers inside, she rubbed them through her hair. Alex leaned against the doorjamb and watched. Olivia's eyes met Alex's in the mirror and then slid back to her own reflection as she leaned in and applied mascara. Alex's eyes traveled over Olivia's body, clad in a perfectly fitting little black dress, a wardrobe essential that Olivia wore well.

Olivia turned to face her. Alex handed her the pendant and turned her back to her, a silent request to fasten the necklace. Olivia leaned in and pressed kisses to the back of Alex's neck, left bare by her upswept hair. Alex had chosen a deep blue dress which fit her torso like a second skin. It flared gently at the waist and flowed her over hips, stopping just above her knees. The color not only matched the sapphire pendant perfectly, it also brought out the color of her eyes. When Olivia's lips traveled to her bare shoulder, Alex started to move away.

"Don't start something you're not going to finish, Detective," Alex warned. Olivia's arm around her waist pulled Alex back to her. She bent her head and pressed her mouth to Alex's neck.

"Who says I'm not going to finish?" At Olivia's huskily murmured words, Alex's eyes held a teasing light. She extricated herself from Olivia's grasp and headed back to the bedroom.

"We'll be late," she tossed over her shoulder, putting a little extra swing in her hips as she walked away, knowing Olivia's eyes would be on her. The low growl she heard behind her confirmed her suspicion.

"Nobody would miss us," Olivia called into the other room, in a last ditch attempt to get her hands on Alex before they left for the evening. Every year SVU had a Christmas party the week before the actual holiday. They included the DA's office and some of the uniforms with whom they worked often enough to develop friendships.

"Yes they would," Alex called back. "Munch would figure out why we were late, and then he would give me that look all night."

"What look?" Olivia asked sticking her head around the corner and watching Alex cross one long leg over the other and slip on her shoe. Her eyes traveled up a slim calf to a lean thigh. Alex looked up and caught Olivia's leering gaze.

"Similar to that look actually," she laughed. Standing she took Olivia's arm and pulled her towards the door. "Let's go."

Olivia stopped to grab her gun and badge and tuck them in her purse, and then she followed Alex out the door.


Part 27

"Damn, will you look at that." Elliot and Kathy turned at Fin's low whistle. Walking through the doorway of the room they had reserved for the party, were Alex and Olivia. They were a stunning pair. Alex's light coloring was a beautiful contrast to Olivia's dark. Both wore dresses that showed off their bodies. Alex's blue one flowed femininely over her body, dipping low in the back, showing off an expansive of porcelain skin. Olivia's black dress cut perfectly over her athletic frame, leaving strong arms and shoulders bare.

"Ok, you looked, that's enough," Kathy teased, swatting Elliot on the arm. He smiled, pulling her close.

Olivia saw her co-workers and gestured to Alex that they should join them. Alex moved forward. Olivia's hand hovered at the small of Alex's back. She wanted to rest her hand there and guide her across the room, but she was painfully aware of the fact that they were in a room full of their colleagues.

As they joined the other detectives, greetings were exchanged. Alex spotted Liz Donnelly across the room.

"Excuse me, while I go say hello to Liz," Alex spoke to all of them, but she lightly touched Olivia's arm before she moved away. "Would you like me to bring you a drink when I come back?" When Olivia nodded, Alex turned and crossed the room.

Olivia was listening to Kathy tell a story about Dickie's latest escapade when she saw Elliot's expression change. She barely had time to notice when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Detectives." Her stomach dropped. She sucked in a breath before turning and facing Trevor.

"Counselor, fancy seeing you here," Munch said in a sarcastic tone that let him know that he knew the attorney had not been invited.

"Yes. I accompanied a mutual friend." Trevor gestured towards a young law secretary that had recently joined the District Attorney's office.

Across the room Alex had seen Trevor—had watched him approach her detectives.

"Will you excuse me?" She said distractedly to Liz, not expecting her boss to grab her arm and restrain her.

"No, I won't, Alex. She can take care of herself," she spoke simply. Alex's eyes flew to her face. Was she letting her know that she was aware of her relationship with Olivia? She nodded and tried to remain focused on their conversation. When her gaze kept drifting to where Trevor stood talking to the detectives, Liz finally sighed. "Go on," she said, releasing Alex.

Alex stopped by the bar on her way over and picked up two flutes of champagne. She joined the group.

"Alex," Trevor greeted her immediately. Smiling broadly at her, as if to let her know he would ditch his date in a second for her.

"Trevor," She smiled back. She handed a glass to Olivia, turning to meet her eyes. "Here you go, darling." She slid her free arm around Olivia's waist and pulled her to her side, before turning back to Trevor. She saw understanding dawn, and his expression went flat. He quickly made an excuse to leave their group.

"Happy Holidays, Trevor," Olivia called out smugly as he walked away. She smiled at Alex, feeling the tension that had coiled in her body when Trevor approached ease with the feel of Alex's hand squeezing her hip reassuringly.

Alex drained her glass and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. She leaned in, placing her mouth next to Olivia's ear.

"You should know, Detective, that champagne goes straight to my head," she purred. Olivia smiled and pressed her own glass into Alex's hand.

"Drink up, sweetie."


Part 28

Olivia struggled to manage turning the key in the lock, and pushing the door open with one hand, while trying to hold Alex still with the other. Alex was pressed tightly against her side, and her mouth moved over Olivia's neck. Her hands roamed freely over Olivia's body, now that they were in the semi-privacy of her apartment building.

Alex had consumed just enough champagne to make her giddy and quite turned on. She had restrained herself from ravishing Olivia while they were at the party, and she considered that an accomplishment. She had actually had a good time at the party. She was surprisingly relaxed, considering she knew speculation had been flying around the room about her and Olivia. She found that, oddly enough, she was genuinely unconcerned with what people may be saying. She thoroughly enjoyed being at Olivia's side, and she had been warmly welcomed into the group of detectives that seemed to gravitate back to each other several times throughout the night.

Just inside of her apartment, Alex stepped out of her shoes. Reaching behind her she unzipped her dress. She walked straight for the bedroom. Olivia locked up and then followed her lover.

Alex was still dropping clothes as she went. By the time she slid onto the bed she was naked. She stretched out and looked back at Olivia. Olivia approached the bed, dropping her purse to the floor beside it. Olivia did not have nearly as much champagne in her, but she still felt a healthy flush on her skin.

Alex's eyes slid seductively over Olivia's body. "Hmmm…you don't look like a cop in that dress," she teased. Olivia fought a grin, instead fixing a serious look on her face. Her eyes never left Alex's, resisting the urge to rake them over her nakedness. "Ah, but that look—is there always a little of the detective inside?"

Olivia knelt on the bed next to Alex. She leaned in and brushed her lips over Alex's. Teasing, she slid her tongue over Alex's lower lip. When Alex leaned forward expecting to deepen the kiss, Olivia pulled back.

"Did that feel like a cop?" Olivia asked, her warm voice, sliding over Alex.


"Mmmm…but you are right." Olivia moved away, leaning over the side of the bed. Her eyes never left Alex's. Her right hand picked up Alex's hand from the bed, her fingers wrapping loosely around her wrist. She drew her other hand out of her purse, which was still on the floor. Alex's reflexes were slowed by alcohol, so when Olivia moved quickly, she did not have time to react. Her hands were above her head and handcuffed through the headboard before she knew it.

"The detective is always just below the surface," Olivia purred, raising an eyebrow in a challenge as comprehension dawned in Alex's eyes and she attempted to pull her arms down. The only sound in the room was the clank of handcuffs against wrought iron, as Olivia now let her eyes wander over Alex.

"Let me guess," Alex teased, her words folding softly together. "I have the right to remain silent?"

"Ah, very good. But actually, if you need an attorney, I happen to know an excellent one."

"Really? Excellent?"

"Yes. But first, I'm going to need to conduct a search. You know, just to make sure you don't have anything that might be used as a weapon. It's for my own safety," Olivia said, in mock sincerity.

She ran her hands over Alex's arms and down her sides. Leaning her body over Alex's she fluttered her fingers over Alex's throat and down her chest. She was enjoying having Alex completely at her mercy. She spent several long minutes touching every inch of Alex's skin except where she needed it.

"Detective, please," Alex begged, playing her part perfectly. "Maybe we can make a deal. You let me go—" She pulled her hands against the headboard to emphasize her point. "—and I will make it worth your while." She winked and ran her tongue over her upper lip. Olivia pretended to consider this.

"Well, even if I could remember where I put the keys." She grinned as Alex's eyes widened. "I am not in a position to make deals. That would be job of our esteemed ADA."

Before Alex could respond, Olivia straddled Alex's thighs. She lowered her head to press her mouth the hollow where Alex's collarbones met. She dragged her tongue over her chest until she encountered an already erect nipple.

Alex groaned, her back bowing, and her hands pulled against her restraints. She was going crazy with the need to bury her hands in Olivia's hair. Olivia's mouth and hands brought her so close to the edge.

"Please,"Alex rasped brokenly.

"Please, what?"

"Please, don't stop." Alex practically sobbed as Olivia slipped two fingers inside of her. Olivia slid down her body, until her mouth was positioned inches from the heat that her fingers stroked. She looked up and held Alex's deep blue gaze for a second.

"I have no intention of stopping until you have been thoroughly punished," she growled before lowering her head.

She was true to her word. Alex's legs were still shaking and her breath still came in gasps a good time later, when Olivia reached above her head and released her wrists. She brought them down, pressing a kiss to the inside of each of Alex's wrists.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Olivia whispered. Alex was touched by the fact that even after all the times they had been—er—adventurous, Olivia was always concerned about her.

"No, baby, that was wonderful. I swear, I am still throbbing." Alex never minded giving her the reassurance she needed.


Part 29

Olivia rolled over and stretched. She loved Sunday mornings. It was the one morning of the week she allowed herself to sleep late. She would go get the paper and climb back in bed to read it. Alex had reluctantly picked up her habit of sleeping late. Olivia slid out of bed and padded to the front door. She opened the door and picked up the paper, then made her way back to the bedroom, stopping in the kitchen for two glasses of orange juice and a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. As she settled back in the bed, Alex rolled over.

"You are such a bad influence on me," she groaned, taking the offered glass of juice.

"You could always resist," Olivia suggested, holding a donut just out of Alex's reach. Alex glared at her.

"Hand it over, Benson," she demanded. Olivia did. Alex's eyes rolled back as she bit into the icing covered donut. "Mmmmm…Krispy Kreme…I won't be able to fit into any of my suits if I keep letting you corrupt me."

"Well, we can't have that, you look killer in those suits." Olivia leaned over, her mouth hovering inches from Alex's mouth. "You could stop spending Sunday mornings with me if you want to." Alex started to shake her head, and Olivia took advantage of her distracted state to lean down and take a bit from Alex's donut. "More donuts for me." She grinned, letting the sweet confection melt in her mouth.

Olivia spread out the paper, keeping up conversation with Alex while reading. "How are you feeling this morning?" She asked referring to any residual effects from the champagne.

"Um—well rested, I slept well. Of course, I was thoroughly exhausted before I was allowed to go to sleep." Alex teased, even after she had taken off the handcuffs, Olivia had made love to Alex several times before they drifted off to sleep.

"Did you have a good time at the party last night?" Olivia had noticed how relaxed Alex had seemed. She had been unsure of how Alex would react to being out in public together.

"I had a great time." She leaned over and pulled out several sections of the paper for herself.

"Hey, I have a system here." At Olivia's protest, Alex grinned at her. There were few things that Olivia was particular about, but the way she read her paper was one of them. Alex knew this, that's why whenever she found herself waking up late Sunday morning in Olivia's bed, she consciously disrupted this pattern. Olivia was onto her, but she figured it was a small price to pay to wake up next to Alex. "You know, you do enjoy that too much."

"I know." Alex leaned in and kissed Olivia deeply. When Olivia responded immediately, Alex moved closer to her. As she moved to straddle Olivia's legs, she pushed the whole stack of papers off the bed and onto the floor.

"I can't believe you just did that." Olivia pulled away long enough to admonish her. Alex covered her mouth again and slipped her tongue between Olivia's lips. Then she pulled back.

"Do you want me to stop so you can pick them up?" Olivia shook her head vigorously, pulling Alex back to her.


Part 30

The paper—their juice—even the doughnuts were forgotten when Alex pushed Olivia back on the bed until she was lying beneath her. Alex's mouth covered her, tasting the lingering sweetness of glaze and the sharp tang of orange. Her tongue slid against Olivia's enjoying the texture, the varying softness when Olivia let her lead and then firmness when Olivia took the offensive, stroking her tongue into Alex's mouth.

Alex found herself fighting her own impatience. She wanted nothing more than to hear her own name falling out of those beautiful lips in ecstasy, but she forced herself to slow down. She kissed Olivia for what seemed like hours, running her fingers through short brown hair already tousled from sleep.

Olivia shivered when Alex's fingers played across the back of her neck. Alex's mouth slid from hers and placed kisses all along her jaw line to the side of her neck. Alex had just reached under the sheets to find Olivia's bare legs, teasing her fingers up her thighs when a shrill ring interrupted them.

Olivia tried to pull away.

"Leave it," Alex groaned with Olivia's mouth left hers.

"You know I can't."

"I know, wishful thinking."

Olivia flipped open the phone, mouthing Cragen's name.

"Yeah, Cap, what's up?...No…Well, where's Munch?" Alex was only hearing Olivia's side of the conversation. Her hands were still under the sheets, so she found Olivia's leg once again and caressed the soft skin of her thigh. If Olivia's Captain heard her voice go up an octave when Alex's fingers stroked higher, he didn't mention it.

Olivia tried, in vain to concentrate on the conversation at hand. She was only getting half of what the Captain was saying. The other half was lost in the heat that rushed through her body. Giving her a wink, Alex lifted the sheet and stuck her head underneath it. Olivia tried to squirm away as she felt hot breath on her stomach. Alex grabbed her hips and held her in place.

What was Cragen saying…aw, hell, she just missed something important, she was sure of it. But when she felt Alex's tongue trace the hollow of her hip she almost dropped her phone.

"What?...no, I'm fine…" Fingers slid up the back of her thigh. "I'm sure...I sound funny?...well, I think I'm getting a cold…" She bit her lip to stifle a moan when Alex's body settled between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. Alex's tongue slid through her wet folds. "Oh, God…Captain, I've gotta go. Tell Elliot I'll meet him there." She flipped the phone shut without waiting for an answer and threw it on the other side of the bed. "Mmmm…if you're going to do that, you'd better be quick..."

At her words, Alex's mouth covered her. She applied the most exquisite suction on Olivia's clit. Olivia's breath hissed through her teeth and her back bowed. She buried one hand in the blonde's hair. The other fisted in the sheet next to her. Alex continued her ministrations with her mouth, alternately sucking and then circling with her tongue. She pushed two fingers inside of her.

Olivia gasped, "More," she said on a ragged breath. A third finger slid in. Alex quickened her pace, and Olivia felt her body flush and tingle.

The ringing of her cell phone once again invaded their time. When she felt Alex start to let up, she held her head in place.

"Don't you dare stop. They'll have to wait," she managed, lifting her hips against Alex's mouth to punctuate her point. With Alex's talented mouth and three fingers working on her, Olivia felt her body coiling towards release in minutes.

Alex felt it too. She felt the tightening of the already taunt muscles of Olivia's stomach, upon which her other hand rested. She was so close. Alex reached up and grasped one of her nipples, tugging slightly. It was enough. Olivia's body tightened around Alex's fingers. She felt the pulsing of the muscles there.

Olivia's head fell back and Alex's name escaped her lips among other incomprehensible words.

Alex crawled up her body while she was still experiencing small aftershocks of pleasure. Her skin burning a hot trail against Olivia's wherever they touched. She kissed her hard and quick.

"I'm not done with you. So, you better go, before I start again," Alex murmured against her lips. Olivia slid out of bed, receiving a playful slap on the ass as she headed for the shower.

She stopped in the doorway, turning to look at Alex. "Don't worry, Alex, we have the rest of our lives," she said with a wink before stepping through the door.

The End

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