DISCLAIMER: I unfortunately don't own these two lovely characters. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. I thought they needed some cheering up.
SPOILERS: None, unless you count Alex and Olivia getting together. The story is set long before Loss, but far enough into the show that a genuine friendship between Olivia and Alex has been established.
THANKS: A very special thank you to my two lovely beta readers, Ankhramon and Tunology. You rock! Couldn't have done it without you. Thank you so much.
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.

By Athena

Part One

A frustrated and sweaty Olivia Benson slammed her hand against the air-conditioning unit in her apartment. Nothing. No surprise. She had worked on the unit for the last hour, with no luck. The thing was dead. She sighed and leaned her forehead against the quiet unit.

"Bastard," she mumbled.

Olivia ran her hand through her damp hair. Damn it was hot. She had changed into a tank top and shorts as soon as she got home, but in the hot apartment she still felt sticky. Outside the temperature was in the nineties. Olivia sighed again. She would never actually admit it, but she had looked forward to a nice, quiet weekend and some well deserved time off. Her partner, Elliot Stabler, had been shipped off to Philly on some undercover job for the Feds. In his absence, the captain had deemed it fit to give Olivia some vacation. She had objected, letting him know that she could take care of herself while Elliot was gone. Captain Cragen had given her that look that made her feel like a five-year old. She had stuck her hands in her pockets and sauntered out of the squad room. She had acted like a five-year old. As a result she was stuck in the City without an A/C.

The ringing phone startled her. She glanced at it over her shoulder, contemplating for a moment not answering it. Who are you kidding, Olivia? She pushed off from the A/C unit and reached for the phone.

"Benson," she snapped into the receiver as she flopped down on the couch. Bad move. The couch was warm and she felt the tank top cling to her sweat-soaked body. She sighed in frustration.

"Olivia, are you okay?" a soft female voice asked, concerned.

"Yeah, just hot. What's up Alex?"

Olivia got up and walked over to the window. With the phone nestled between her chin and shoulder she tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. She pushed some more, her upper arm muscles flexing at the strain. Then suddenly the obstinate window flew open and Olivia lost her grip on the phone. It sailed through the air and landed with a bang on the floor, skidded a few feet and came to a stop under the coffee table. She could hear Alex screaming as she scrambled to get to the phone.

"Alex?" she said quickly into the receiver.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" Alex's voice was thick with worry.

"Nothing, just opened the window and dropped the phone. Sorry," Olivia said and ran a hand through her hair.

"Wipe that grin off your face detective," Alex said sternly.

Olivia grinned. Caught. "Are you psychic counselor?" she teased. "No wonder you are so good in court."

"Very funny. I just know you. Sometimes I think that you and Stabler are my punishment for being married to my job. I swear I have gray hairs because of you guys," Alex said smugly.

"Hey, that was uncalled for," Olivia said hurt, the incident in Cragen's office popping up uninvited. Don't act like a five-year-old, Olivia.

"Really, sometimes you two are worse than children," Alex said and laughed.

"All right Ms. Cabot. Enough… I get the point. I'm just warning you. It's a good thing you're not here or I might be forced to cuff you."

Alex snorted, "I'd like to see you try, detective. And what exactly am I charged with?"

"Hmm, disrespecting a police officer?"

"Sorry, that's not a crime."


Alex laughed again. Olivia grinned into the phone. She loved to hear Alex laugh.

"You're having far too much fun on my behalf. I would've expected a little bit more compassion, counselor."

"Compassion detective? Have you done anything to deserve it?"

Olivia sank down on the couch, her elbows resting casually on her knees. Was Alex flirting with her? Sure her friend was playful at times, but today she seemed different somehow.

"Well, I happen to be stuck with a broken A/C for the weekend. I think I might be overheated and maybe dehydrated. So, yeah, I think I deserve some compassion. How about if you come over here with one of those big feather fans?"

Alex chuckled, "Like in Ancient Egypt?" she said referring to the documentary they had watched a couple of nights ago. The movie had featured Nubian slaves, fanning the sleeping pharaoh.

"Yeah that would work. And I think I could use some refreshments too," Olivia teased.

"Refreshments, huh?" Alex said.

"Yep, I was thinking beer."

"Sorry, no beer in my fridge."

"Double dang! How can you not have beer in your fridge, Alex? It's a staple, like pickles and mustard."

Alex laughed out loud. "Well, a) I don't particularly like beer, b) someone seems to have consumed the last one without putting it on the shopping list, so c) is a direct result of "a" plus "b"."

Olivia groaned. "Alex, it's too hot for your fancy Harvard business school explanations. I need a chart," Olivia groaned. "and a cold one."

"Olivia Benson," Alex scolded over the phone. "You are being unreasonable."

"No I'm not. I'm hot and cranky. Why did you call anyway? Just to torture me?"

Alex smiled. "No, I called to make you an offer you can't refuse," Alex said smugly.

Your naked body on a silver platter? Olivia grinned at the thought. She slapped herself.

"What's that noise? Are you okay, Olivia?"

"Oh, nothing," Olivia said quickly. "So what do you have to offer counselor? And what's my part of the deal?"

"You're learning, Olivia. Very good!" Alex said with a drawl. "Do you have any plans for the weekend?"

"Yeah, it involves me in the tub, soaking in cold water with ice-cubes and a six-pack in a cooler next to me. Why?"

Alex shook her head. "Sounds lovely, detective."

"Do you have a better counter offer, counselor?"

"Well now, I don't know if you'd be interested. That tub deal sounds pretty exciting," Alex teased.

"Alex," Olivia growled. "Don't play head games with me. It's too hot for that."

"All right. Here's the deal. You have to bring yourself, enough clothes and stuff for three nights and beer. I'll provide housing, food and transportation."

"Where are we going?" Olivia asked confused.

"To my beach house."

There was complete silence on the line. She could hear Olivia breathing so she knew she was still there.

"I must have told you about my beach house. Right, Olivia?" Alex said sweetly.

"No, I am absolutely one hundred percent sure I would have remembered that. You have a beach house?"

"Uh huh."


"At the beach."

Olivia slapped her forehead and groaned. "Alex," she growled. "Too hot, remember?"

"It's about an hour drive from my place, on Long Island. Want to come?"

"Alexandra Cabot, you are a goddess and a life saver. When are we leaving?"

Alex chuckled on the other end. "I'll be at your place in about five minutes. So how soon can you be ready?"

"Five minutes?" Olivia said surprised. "Not even I can get from your place to here in five minutes, and I cheat. I use the cop get-out-of-jail card."

"I'd just left my place when I called you."

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't ya, Ms. Cabot? What if I had said no?"

"Well, you didn't, did you, Liv?"

Olivia shivered at the sound of Alex's voice when she used her nickname. "No I didn't. Well, stop talking to me. I need to get ready. Some blond chick is picking me up in less than five minutes."

"Chick?" Alex gasped. "Don't you dare be referring to me like that!"

"Gotta run, you're breaking up," Olivia lied. "See ya."

"Olivia!" Alex yelled.

"You can yell at me in the car, Alex."

"Thank you."

And she was gone.

Olivia hung up the phone and ran into the bedroom. She dug out her big sports bag from inside the closet and started to throwing in underwear and clothes. She was just about to hit the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Olivia peeked through the peephole before opening it.

"Alex, come on in," she said and smiled at the beautiful woman standing there.

"Hi." Alex returned the smile and closed the door behind her. She followed Olivia into the bedroom. Olivia had disappeared into the bathroom. She looked around and her eyes fell on the open duffel bag. It reminded her of her dirty laundry bag.

"Olivia, is this what you're bringing?"

Olivia poked her head out from the bathroom. She grinned. "Yeah, you have a problem with that?"

Alex put her hands on her hips and nodded forcefully. "Yes I do. This is not packing, this is chaos."

Olivia shrugged. "It's just clothes."

Alex made a disgusted sound and without asking she grabbed the bag and emptied it on the bed.

"Hey, I packed that!" Olivia objected.

Alex held up a hand to the approaching detective. "Step away from the bag detective. I'll fix this. Just finish what you were doing. Which was what exactly?"

"Shampoo and toothbrush," Olivia said chastised.

"Right. Shoo," she said and waived Olivia back into the bathroom.

"Packing Nazi," Olivia mumbled over her shoulder.

"I heard that," Alex said loudly. "That's going to cost you, detective."

Olivia grinned. Maybe I can pay in sexual favors?

Olivia glanced at the blonde woman next to her. She doubted that Alex was aware that she was biting her lip while concentrating on the heavy weekend traffic. She heard her mumble a curse under her breath. Olivia smiled. Who knew that the normally so well composed ADA had a mild case of road rage?

"What was that Alex?"

"Huh?" Alex glanced at her. "Oh nothing, Liv, just that guy in the black SUV."

"You said…"

"I know what I said," Alex snapped.

Olivia held up her hands and chuckled. "Okay, sorry."

Alex sighed. "No Olivia, I'm sorry. It's been a long week and I just want to get away from the city. The traffic is getting to me. I had no right to snap at you." She put her hand on Olivia's thigh. "Forgive me?"

Olivia stared at the hand that rested so gently on her leg, and then glanced at Alex. Alex had her eyes on the road again. Olivia slowly put her hand on top of Alex's. She wrapped her fingers around Alex's slender hand. "Always," she said softly.

Alex gave her a quick smile before concentrating on the traffic again. To Olivia's surprise she did not remove her hand. Olivia glanced out the window. It felt so natural to hold Alex's hand. She smiled. Then just as suddenly as the hand had been placed on Olivia's leg, it was gone.

"Son of a gun," Alex cursed and shifted gear to avoid slamming into a car that had squeezed in between them and the car ahead. "Ever heard of a car length between you and the guy ahead, idiot?" Alex loudly voiced her annoyance and honked at the car in front of them.

Olivia reached out without thinking and put her hand on Alex's knee. "Alex, relax. You don't know what kind of fruit loop he might be. It's not worth it."

Alex sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."

Olivia removed her hand but Alex caught it. "Please don't," she said softly.

Olivia smiled. She was really proud that her hand only trembled a little when she placed it back on Alex's thigh. The next thing she knew, Alex gently took her hand in hers and she gave it a little squeeze.

"Thanks, Liv."

"Anytime, Alex, you know that."

Alex turned and smiled at her. Her face transformed and Olivia was mesmerized. She looked into Alex's blue eyes and felt all warm inside. This stunning woman drew comfort from her presence.

Alex had to shift gears several times and every time her hand returned to Olivia's. There was no road rage for the remainder of the trip. As they took the exit and left the highway behind Olivia could almost feel the tension wash off of Alex. She watched as Alex opened the window and took a deep breath.

"Ah, the smell of the sea," she said and smiled.

The breeze played with Alex's hair and blew it in her face. Olivia turned in her seat, reached out and gently tucked a stray lock of blond hair behind Alex's delicate ear. She watched as Alex smiled.


"You're welcome. Just trying to help you know."

"Of course."

About twenty minutes later Alex pulled the car into the driveway of a beautiful Cape Cod style house. She reached for the remote and pressed the button for the garage.

Alex turned off the engine and looked at Olivia. "We're here."

"Great. Thanks for driving. I know it was stressful for you."

Alex gently squeezed her hand. "You're welcome. Come on, let's get our stuff upstairs before it gets dark."

Alex led Olivia upstairs. She tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and turned on the lights. "Come on, I'll show you the guestrooms," Alex said over her shoulder. She did not wait for Olivia's answer before continuing down the hall. She opened the door to the first of the two guest rooms. "This is the blue room," Alex said and turned on the lights. She turned around and smiled at Olivia. "If you like it, it's yours." She grabbed Olivia by the arm and pulled her back out in the hall. She opened the next door. "And this is the yellow room."

Olivia looked around. Yellow indeed. As she entered the room Olivia felt like she was surrounded by warmth. She put her bag down on the bed. "I'll take this one," she said and grinned. "Unless it's yours of course," she added quickly.

Alex shook her head. "My room is at the end of the hall. Come on I'll show you. Here," she said and handed Olivia her Luis Vuitton garment bag. "Help me carry this one please."

Olivia took the heavy bag from her and their hands fought for the shoulder strap for a moment. She saw Alex wince and caught her hand. "Did I hurt you?"

"I just pinched my finger a little. It wasn't your fault."

Olivia looked closer at the red mark on Alex's finger. She was right, it was only a pinch, no blood. "It still hurts though, doesn't it?" Olivia asked and smiled apologetically. She bent her head and gently kissed Alex's finger. Alex stared at her, standing completely still.

"My mom used to kiss my boo-boos when I was little. It always made me feel better," Olivia said gently.

"My mother had Nanny take care of my mishaps," Alex said softly and looked away. She wondered why Olivia was still holding her hand.

"Your nanny?!" Olivia blurted out. "She called the nanny for that?"

Alex just nodded.

"Why didn't she just put you on her lap and hug you?"

Alex gave a cynical little laugh that sent chills down Olivia's spine. "My mother? Hardly. I would've messed up her clothes; or if she'd just had a manicure and her nail polish wasn't dry yet, I would've ruined it. She always had an excuse."

Olivia felt a surge of rage against this woman she didn't even know. How could a mother treat her child like that? In Olivia's book what Alex's mother had done was emotional abuse. Even her own far from perfect mother would comfort her when she was hurt. Most of the time anyway.

"Alex, I'm so sorry," she said and reached out to run her hand over Alex's hair.

Alex shrugged and pulled her hand free. "Never mind, it's in the past. I'm a grown woman now. I can handle my own boo-boos."

Olivia gently stopped her. "Alex, you are one of the strongest and most confident people I know, but even you need someone to lean on once in a while. You don't have to be strong all the time."

Alex snorted. "Look who's talking, detective."

Olivia gave her a lopsided grin. "Okay, so I do it too. Just please admit that it's nice to have someone take care of you once in a while."

Alex nodded.

Olivia gave her a radiant smile. "Like what you are doing for me right now. You saved me from a terrible weekend in the city without A/C."

Alex laughed. Everything was fine again. "Come on, I want to show you my bedroom."

"Ms. Cabot, are you propositioning me?"

Alex didn't answer, just gave Olivia a strange, hooded look. "Come."

Olivia gave herself a mental slap. Why did you say that? Stupid, Olivia. She invited you here as a friend and you had to hit on her. Not your best move, girl! Olivia followed Alex's shapely form into the room next to hers. She just gaped when Alex showed her into the room. "Alex, this is…" she looked around in awe. "I don't have words for it. This room is a dream." She walked over to the huge windows that faced the ocean. French doors opened to a deck outside. Was that a stairway down to the beach? Oh my God! "If this was my room, I would never want to leave," she said softly.

Alex came up behind her and put a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "I have struggled with that many times myself. This is my retreat. This is where I go when I need to recharge my batteries. When I'm here I'm Alex, not ADA Cabot, or Ms. Cabot and most certainly not Alexandra."


Alex nodded. "Alexandra goes to cocktail parties in fancy little dresses. She smiles at all the right people, and always says the right things. She knows how to talk to a senator and a foreign diplomat. She knows which fork to use for each dish, what wine goes with the food and which year is the best. To sum it up, she's my mother's creation. She's no fun."

"And Alex?" Olivia asked softly.

Her question granted her one of those rare genuinely happy smiles from Alex. "Alex belongs here. She loves to read and to listen to music, or going for a long walk on the beach. Alex takes off her shoes and digs her toes in the sand. She doesn't care if her dress gets dirty because she sat down to watch the sunset. Alex has a soul."

Olivia reached out and gently tucked a lock of Alex's hair behind her ear. "I'm looking forward to spending some time getting to know this Alex. She sounds like fun. Alexandra sounds a little scary, but I'd be willing to give her a try. I'm sure she could teach me a lot."

Alex took an uncertain step closer to Olivia. She looked her in the eyes as if searching for something. "Thank you," she finally said and gave Olivia a hug.

Olivia slowly raised her arms and placed her hands on Alex's back, returning the hug. Alex felt warm and alive. She pulled her closer. She was surprised at how right it felt to hold her.

Alex finally pulled away from her, a little embarrassed at her emotional outburst. "Are you getting hungry?"

"Huh?" Olivia had not been paying attention; she was still digesting the experience of holding Alex.

"Why don't you unpack while I go and prepare some dinner for us?"

"Oh Alex, you don't have to cook for me," Olivia said quickly. "It's been a long week and you drove all the way out here. Let's have sandwiches or get a pizza or something."

Alex shook her head. "It's all been taken care of. I picked up some stuff on my way home from work. Don't worry. It will be ready in no time. Just give me ten minutes or so."

Olivia nodded. She glanced one last time at the "dream in white" bedroom before she closed the door behind her.

"Do I have time to take a shower?" Olivia asked as she followed Alex down the hall.

Alex leaned against the kitchen counter and smiled at her. "Absolutely. I want you to feel at home here," she said seriously and reached for one of the beers on the kitchen counter. "You do whatever you like when you're here, or nothing at all, if you prefer. Chez Alex, there are no rules, Olivia. It's your place too," she said softly and handed Olivia the open beer bottle.

"At Alex's place," she mumbled and raised the bottle to her lips.

"Very good," Alex said and smiled. "Go take your shower Olivia. I'll be here in the kitchen if you need me."

"Yes dear," Olivia joked, beer bottle in hand she disappeared down the hall.

Alex shook her head. She pondered Olivia's words. Surprisingly they felt right.

Alex quickly brought up the rest of the groceries from the car. After putting everything away she kneeled on the floor in front of the wine cooler. She unlocked it and started to fill the empty spaces. There were several chilled bottles in there already from her last visit. She smiled as she remembered the look on Olivia's face when she had picked up two cases of wine at the liquor store. Olivia had almost dropped the beer. The truth was that Alex did not especially like liquor stores; stocking up on her favorite wines allowed for fewer visits, and hopefully no emergency visits on a late Friday night.

Finished with the white wine Alex opened a bottle of her favorite red. She poured a glass and tasted it. A soft sigh escaped from between her lips. A quick glance at the time told her that she needed to hurry up. Alex expertly arranged the antipasto on a platter. She uncovered the cheese and placed them on another platter. The two platters soon were accompanied by a bowl of Kalamata olives, another bowl with hummus and a basket with assorted crackers. She cut up some bread too, just in case.

She stood pondering the room for a moment. Her face lit up as she got an idea. She quickly moved the furniture around and disappeared into the blue bedroom. A moment later she returned with a low, Middle Eastern style table. She put the table in the middle of the Turkish carpet that normally resided under the coffee table, tossed a couple of pillows on the floor for her and Olivia, and then started to put all the dishes on the table. She could hear Olivia in the other room and hurried a little. A quick check confirmed that her favorite CDs were in the player. She turned it on and the room filled with soft jazz. She lit the candle on the table just as Olivia appeared. Alex smiled at the surprised look on Olivia's face.

"Alex, this is wonderful," she said and smiled.

Alex beamed. "Thank you, have a seat. What can I get you to drink? Red wine, white, beer or something else?"

Olivia glanced at the glass of red wine in Alex's hand. "Some red wine would be nice."

"Excellent choice," Alex said in approval.

Olivia took a seat on one of the cushions. She glanced out the window. It was almost dark. She shifted a little to get comfortable. It wasn't too bad to sit on the floor, even though she had to fold her long legs under the table.

"Here you go," Alex said and handed her a glass of wine. Their fingers briefly brushed against each other. Olivia smiled.

She raised her glass to Alex. "A toast, to Alex, the most remarkable woman I know."

Alex blushed. "And to you Olivia Benson, the most generous and compassionate woman I know," she said softly and tapped her glass against Olivia's.

They held each other's gaze while they tasted the wine.

Olivia suddenly felt very warm again. Was there something wrong with the air here too? She put her glass down and smiled at Alex. "So, what do we have here?"

"Just a little bit of everything. I couldn't decide, so I picked up everything that looked good." Including you, Alex mused.

"It looks amazing."

Alex watched Olivia pop an olive into her mouth and had to look down. She served Olivia and was very attentive to what she was eating and what she put aside. She made sure she cut up more cheese when there were no slices left, and she refilled Olivia's glass whenever it reached below half full.

Olivia leaned back, resting on her elbows on the floor and sighed contentedly. "That was fabulous, Alex. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Do you have any room for dessert?"

Olivia smiled. You naked with whipped cream and a cherry on top? "I always do."

"Good. I'll be just a minute."

"Let me help you clean this up," Olivia said and started to get up.

Alex gently pushed her back down. "You stay right there. Don't spoil the surprise. Please?"

Olivia smiled. "Okay."

Alex quickly cleared the table while the chocolate fondue warmed up in the microwave. She lit the tea candle under the burner and put out a platter with fruit and cookies. Finally she returned with the bowl of warm, melted chocolate.

"Oh, Alex. You do know how to spoil a girl," Olivia grinned and patted the cushion next to her.

While Alex was busy with the dessert, Olivia had moved the cushions so they could lean against the couch. Alex sank down on the cushion next to her. She held out the platter to Olivia when she realized that she had forgotten the dessert plates.

"I'll be right back. I forgot plates," she said and started to get up.

Olivia stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. "It's all right Alex. I think we can survive without plates. Look," she reached for a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. She held it for a moment over the bowl to let it finish dripping. Carefully protecting against any dripping chocolate with her other hand she held out the strawberry to Alex. "Here, try it."

Alex reached out to take it from her, but Olivia shook her head. "You'll get messy. Just take a bite."

Alex looked her in the eyes as she sank her teeth into the ripe fruit. Her lips brushed against Olivia's fingertips and she froze. Olivia just smiled at her. Alex leaned back and chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the strawberry, chocolate, and Olivia. She watched Olivia raise the half-eaten strawberry to her lips and finish it.

"Delicious," she said and smiled.

Alex swallowed hard. Suddenly she found it hard to breathe. She licked her lips. They tasted of chocolate. She watched Olivia reach out and touch her face. When Olivia's thumb brushed against her lower lip, she closed her eyes. A moment later the touch was gone. Alex opened her eyes to see Olivia lick her thumb.

"Chocolate," she said softly. "You had some chocolate on your face."

"Is it gone?" Alex whispered.

Olivia shook her head.

Alex put her hand on Olivia's thigh and leaned closer. "Will you help me?" she asked huskily.

Olivia nodded and leaned closer until she could feel Alex's warm breath caress her face. She cupped Alex face and kissed her. She felt Alex wrap her arms around her neck and pull her closer. Olivia parted her lips and touched Alex's lower lip with her tongue. She tasted of chocolate. Alex finally pulled away to catch her breath. She rested her head on Olivia's shoulder. Olivia put her arms around her in a comfortable embrace. They sat in silence for a long moment. Olivia wondered if Alex had fallen asleep. She turned her head and looked at the woman in her arms. Alex smiled at her.

"Is it gone?"


"The chocolate, is it gone?" Alex asked again with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I can't see. It's too dark."

"Then I guess you'll have to use some other tactic to make sure. I'm confident that you'll find a way, detective."

"I wouldn't want to let you down counselor," Olivia said and kissed her again. She felt Alex lean against her and suddenly she was on her back on the floor with Alex on top. She moaned softly as Alex planted kisses on her neck.

"Do you like that, Liv?" she whispered.

"I thought it was obvious," Olivia said in a raspy voice.

Alex chuckled. She disentangled herself from Olivia and got up. Olivia raised her head, leaning on her elbows. "I did like it, a lot," she said with only a slight bit of panic in her voice.

Alex smiled and cocked her head. She held out her hand to Olivia. "Are you coming?"

Olivia carefully put her hand in Alex's. "Where to?"

"I really don't want to make love to you on the floor, Olivia," Alex said huskily. "It can be fun at times, but not tonight. Not the first time."

Oh boy. Olivia swallowed her nervousness.

Alex could sense it and stopped. "Are we on the same page here, Liv?"

"Oh yes. We most definitely are."

"Good, because I do not do one night stands."

Olivia laughed. "You are bossy, aren't you?"

"You have no idea," Alex said and took Olivia's hand. "Come, I need to be naked with you."

Oh, lordie! "Alex, you're killing me," Olivia moaned but did not protest being pulled down the hall towards Alex's bedroom.

Once inside, Alex started to unbutton her shirt. Olivia gently stopped her. She pulled her close and kissed her. She just couldn't get enough of Alex's mouth. She finished unbuttoning her shirt and gently pulled it off. It landed by Alex's feet, but they were too busy to notice. Olivia ran her hands over every inch of Alex's exposed skin. She was so soft.

"Oh, Alex," she moaned.

Alex pulled at her sweater, impatient to touch warm skin. Olivia chuckled. "What's the rush, sweetheart? We have all the time in the world."

"Damn it, Olivia! I'm too turned on to take it slow. I need to feel you naked, next to me, now!" Alex growled.

Olivia tossed her head back and laughed in joy. "Alex, you are one of a kind and I'm very lucky."

"Not unless you get out of these clothes within the next ten seconds."

"Oh my, the kitty has claws," Olivia teased.

"Olivia," Alex pleaded; her need clearly evident in her voice.

"It's all right, sweetie." Olivia took a step back and quickly removed her sweater. She was not wearing anything underneath. Alex smiled a joyful little smile.

"You like?" Olivia whispered.

"Um hmm," Alex purred.

Olivia unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled the zipper down. She let her hands hang by her sides as she stood completely still.

"Olivia," Alex warned.

She put her hands inside her pants and pulled them off. Completely naked she stood tall in front of Alex's scrutinizing eyes.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect," Alex mumbled. She took a step towards Olivia but stopped when Olivia backed away. She raised a questioning eyebrow. Olivia grinned.

"You are over dressed counselor," she teased and lay down on the bed. She rested on her elbow watching Alex. "Are you coming?"

Alex smiled and reached behind her to find the clasp to her bra. She quickly pulled it off and tossed it on top of her shirt on the floor. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them and her underwear off in one fluid movement. As soon as they hit the floor she moved towards the bed and Olivia. She stopped when she saw Olivia raise her hand.

"Not so fast, Alex. Let me look at you," she said and smiled.

Alex stood still with her chin up. Her pale hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, caressing her breasts. Her pink nipples stood at attention, hinting at the state of her arousal. Olivia let her eyes wander down Alex's beautiful body. She noticed the neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. She really is a natural blonde. Her long, slender legs were parted slightly. Olivia held out her hand to her.

"Come to me."

To Be Continued

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