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Lost
By Del Robertson
I recognize that tree. I'm sure I've seen it before. About four times now. That's how often we've passed it in the last hour.
"Lost," came a soft, Northern accent from somewhere over my left shoulder.
"Huh?" I grunted.
"Lost; we're lost," came the voice again.
I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt a sudden jar as Alex ran into my back. I heard her boots scuffle on loose dirt as she quickly retreated. Turning around, I gave her my most fearsome scowl. The one I usually reserved for interrogating perps.
"We . . . are . . . not . . . lost!" I growled through gritted teeth.
"Of course not. We're just temporarily misplaced," came her cocky reply.
I flicked a glance at Alex. She was leaning against a tree, hands in her pockets, a smirk on her face. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, ending just below the collar of her flannel shirt. Her faded blue jeans clung skin-tight to her athletic form, the cuffs firmly tucked into a pair of brand new hiking boots.
Truth be told, I'm sure the flannel shirt and faded jeans were new, as well. I couldn't imagine Alexandra Cabot owning a pair, let alone having a favorite pair that was that worn out. Although, the torn out knee was convincing. And, so was the paper thin material covering her derriere. A small slit was fraying just below one cheek, offering me a view of tanned flesh beneath. With any luck, that little tear might manifest itself into one great big rip before the weekend was over.
And, how could she look so good, anyway? We'd been hiking for half the day, now. I was starting to feel the heat of the sun, even through the dense foliage. Perspiration was running off my forehead, stinging my eyes. Rolling off my face, and down my back, soaking my t-shirt. Yet, little Ms. Assistant District Attorney Cabot was still fresh as if she'd just step foot into an air-conditioned courtroom.
Irritated, I shifted the weight of the backpack I was carrying. I began hiking again, hearing Alex obediently trailing along behind me. Thankfully, she didn't make another peep. Not so much as an "I object" under her breath.
Okay, so maybe we were lost. But, that's not something I wanted to admit to Alex. After all, it was my idea to go hiking in the woods for our vacation this year. She wanted to go to the Florida coast. So she could show off her perfect tan and perfect body, no doubt. I wanted to go somewhere secluded, private, where Olivia Benson and Olivia Benson alone was the only person to get to admire those beautiful curves. So, with a little pleading and a lot of begging, she relented and gave into my demands for a wilderness adventure.
Now here we were, lost in the woods. Miles from civilization. Without a map. And instead of my vision of loveliness wearing an itty-bitty, thong bikini, she was wearing buttoned-up, not a hint of flesh, blue flannel. Not my idea of a good time.
Several hours later, I stepped out of the forest and into a clearing. I glanced at the sky. The sun was descending, casting a reddish glow over the horizon. Walking to the center of the clearing, I dropped my backpack and sat cross-legged on the ground.
I dragged the backpack into my lap, then unfastened the latches, opening the bag. I stuck my hand in, rummaging around inside.
A pair of hiking boots came into my field of vision. I watched as the left one impatiently tapped out a beat on the ground. I looked up to see Alex towering over me, in full lawyer mode, her arms folded firmly across her chest.
"What'cha doing?" she asked.
"Looking for our dinner," I replied, returning my attention to the backpack.
Ice-blue eyes locked on me as though I'd just gotten busted for not mirandizing a suspect. "What do you mean, looking for our dinner?"
"What I mean is that I'm tired and hungry and it's going to get dark soon." I held aloft a can of beans and a can of soup. "You want Exhibit A or Exhibit B?"
I looked up at Alex, waiting for her answer. A small twitch began at the corner of her left eye. A frown tugged at her lips.
"You mean we're spending the night - out here?" she asked, incredulously.
I shrugged. "It's getting dark quick. And, we missed the trail for Munch's cabin back there, somewhere." Alex couldn't resist an eye-roll. "It would be stupid to risk traveling after dark." I retrieved a can opener and a small pot from my backpack. "We might step off the edge of a cliff or something."
Alex eyed me, warily. She began pacing, hands clasped firmly behind her back. Uh-oh; full-on lawyer mode.
"Tell me, Detective Benson, would this be the same cabin that you allegedly said was on a time-share?"
I nodded.
"The same cabin that you had obtained directions to from Munch, is that not correct?"
Like a deer caught in the headlights, I was frozen, unable to move or speak. It didn't matter, she continued on without any response from me.
"The same set of directions that I, the innocent party, I might add, repeatedly asserted were not to be trusted, based on the fact that said directions sounded oddly similar to those found in the fairy tale about Little Red Riding Hood on the way to Grandma's House."
She turned, paced away from me, then turned a half-turn quickly, just the way I'd seen her do to countless defendants on the stand just before she went for the jugular.
"And, isn't it true that you, the expert big city police detective able to take care of herself in any given situation, cajoled me into taking this so-called vacation into the wilderness with you. A vacation that takes me from my natural habitat and subjects me to - to the wilds of nature."
"Guilty." I pleaded.
"I'm not done here," she cut me off. "And, isn't it also true that you deliberately got us lost, so that you would have an excuse to spend the night with me in the woods, with only one sleeping bag between us?"
"It's not my fault you didn't bring one." She stopped her pacing directly in front of me. Stood with her arms folded over her chest. Leaned in so close that I had to crane my neck to look up her long legs, past her flannel covered torso - and breasts - to meet her eye to eye.
She leveled her gaze at me. Ice-blue eyes frostily stared me down. "Answer the question, Detective."
"I - uh - That is, - could you repeat the question?"
"Did you, or did you not, purposely lure me out here with the sole intention of getting us lost so that you could have your wicked way with me?"
"Not."
That stopped her mid-pace. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Not."
"Did you understand the question?"
"I did." I couldn't keep the smug expression off my face. "And, again, the answer is N-O-T. Would you like me to find a squirrel to act as court reporter and read it back to you, Counselor?"
Alex stamped her foot and stormed off. I didn't bother to chase after her. Where would she go? After all, I had all the provisions. She'd come back eventually, after she'd had a chance to cool off.
She came back after a while, carrying several tree limbs. She dropped the wood at my feet. I cocked an eyebrow at her.
"For the fire," she explained, needlessly.
"We'll need some dry grass, too," I said.
Before I had a chance to say another word, she disappeared into the woods again. Probably still a little sore from our earlier conversation. I'd let her off the hook after dinner.
For now, though, I had other pressing matters to attend to. Like setting up camp. I had just unrolled the sleeping bag and laid it out upon the ground when Alex reappeared with the dry grass. To my surprise, she arranged the kindling and the grass, then gathered flat stones to act as a perimeter around the area. Before I could say Girl Scout, she had a blazing fire going.
Taking the pot of beans, I passed it over the fire, warming them. "Shit!" I yelled, when the handle got too hot to touch. Grabbing the tail end of my t-shirt, I used it as a pot-holder while I finished cooking our meal. Alex snickered as I attempted to hold the pot with one hand wrapped firmly in my tee, and the other stirring with a spoon while I leaned over the fire, desperately trying to cook our dinner without catching my lower extremities on fire. I shot her a dirty look, and she moved away to retrieve the dinner plates from my backpack.
Wordlessly, we ate our dinner. Sitting across the campfire from each other, chewing around spoonfuls of burnt beans. I took a sip of water, silently thankful that Alex had found a fresh stream not more than twenty paces from our campsite. It did little to loosen the taste in my mouth, though.
I watched Alex from across the campfire. She was - nothing short of magnificent. The firelight reflected off her blonde hair, making it glow. Her profile was a retrospect between light and shadow. The flames danced off her skin, making her alabaster flesh look bronze in color.
She had unbuttoned her flannel shirt some. The top three buttons, to be exact. And, she had rolled her sleeves up past her elbows. My gaze went back to the top of her shirt. To that open expanse of flesh revealed for my eyes alone. Involuntarily, I licked my lips. Glancing up, my gaze met hers.
"Listen, Alex, about earlier -"
"I don't want to talk about it," she said.
"But, Alex -"
"I said no, Liv."
"But - "
"We have a more pressing problem." Well, that certainly got my attention. "I need - I need -" She leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper. "To go."
"Go where?"
"Go. You know - go."
I suddenly got it. "Oh!" I scrambled around behind me, pulling the roll of toilet paper from one of the packs. I held it out for her.
She took it from me, uncertainly. To my surprise, she continued to sit there.
"Well?" I prodded.
"Well." She glanced around, doubly uncertain now. "I've never - "
"Gone without a potty?" I supplied.
She buried her face in her hands, nodding. Suddenly, I felt sorry for her. I was quite certain I could see the pink blush her cheeks - and not from the fire. I wanted to tease her, but she looked so cute - and so vulnerable - that I just couldn't.
And, that's how I ended up on the other side of the fire, arms wrapped about her, coaxing her into getting up and going with me for a walk in the woods. Explaining to her how to dig a little hole and crouch down just so - to avoid peeing on her shoes. And, now, here I was - some thirty paces distant at her insistence so I wouldn't hear anything, standing with my back against a tree, hands in my pockets, waiting for her to finish up so I could escort her back to camp.
That's when I heard it. The scream. I had my gun out and was running at break-neck speed through the woods. Breathing heavy, I slid to a halt beside Alex, eyes scanning the area.
I didn't see anything. Just Alex, standing frozen in place, beside a pile of underbrush. Her pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, hanging off her hips. She didn't even blink when I approached her.
"Alex, honey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"A snake," she barely whispered.
"Where?" I asked, twirling around in circles, service revolver aimed at the brush.
"Gone," she managed to choke out. "Liv . . . it bit me."
Slipping my gun back into the waistband of my jeans, I grabbed both of Alex's hands. Flipping them this way and that. Inspecting her flesh in the waning light all the way up to her elbows.
"Where I don't see -" My eyes followed hers. "Oh." Both eyebrows raised as my gaze settled on her rear quarters. OH!
Back at camp, I coaxed her into lying face down on the sleeping bag while I fetched the medical kit. Rushing back to the sleeping bag, I kneeled down beside her, settling in. She had her arms stretched out, head resting cradled on her hands. I could tell she was trying to remain calm, controlling her breathing with shallow in-and-outs.
Nervously, I reached beneath her. Sensing my hands, she raised her hips a little. Her jeans were still undone, and it was a simple matter to tug them off her hips and down her legs. For good measure, I slipped them all the way off her five-foot-nine frame.
My breath caught at the sight of her. Two succulent globes. Separated by the thong bikini that I had dreamed of seeing her in for years now. Two ugly red fang marks marred the soft flesh of her left cheek.
I cleaned the wound with antiseptic. She visibly flinched at the cold compress on her posterior. Taking the surgical knife from the medical kit, I made the small incision near the puncture site. Thank God I don't have cavities, I thought, as I bent over, placing my lips to Alexandra Cabot's snow white ass.
Both hands planted firmly on Alex's hips, I sucked out what I was certain to be the last traces of the potential poison in her bloodstream. Leaning back on my heels, I reached for the med-kit again. I cleaned the wound, doctored it up with some gunk in a bottle and secured a white bandage with medical tape over the wound.
I sat back, admiring my work. Alex squirmed beneath me. I hadn't realized that in the process of being Doctor Benson, I had ended up straddling Alex's lower body. That fact was quickly brought home when I felt the back of her leg rubbing against my crotch. Enjoying the sensation, I leaned in, pressing down into her touch. I felt an electric shock go straight to my clit.
"Liv? Are you done?" she asked in a meek voice.
"Not quite," I said. "I need you to lay very still and don't move - no matter what. You understand?"
She nodded her head. I couldn't help but smile. There'd be Hell to pay later, but for now -
Both hands locked firmly on her hips, I lay my full weight down upon her. I openly straddled her leg now, pressing into her. Delighting in the jolts of electricity that shot through my lower body. I stifled a moan as she shifted beneath me.
"Don't move," I cautioned.
My lips closed over her flesh, gently sucking. My tongue darted out, licking at her flesh. I felt her tense beneath me.
"Liv - "
"Shhh," I cautioned, biting down on her bum. Her gasp echoed throughout the forest.
My right hand slipped down between her legs. Cupping her warmth in my hand, feeling her fullness in my palm. Instinctively, her hips raised just a bit. It was enough for my left hand to work its way beneath her, under her shirt, and up her fevered flesh to cup her braless breast. I felt her nipple instantly harden beneath my fingers.
I continued to lick and nibble and bite at the soft globe of her ass, even while the fingers of my right hand explored uncharted territory. Deftly, they slipped beneath the material of her thong, running their way through soft fur until they closed upon Alex's hardening clit.
My fingers slid between her moist lips, hooking her thong and moving it out of my way. Alex bucked and growled as I slid two -then three fingers inside her. She was tight. Tighter than I can remember having since college. Back in the days when the cheerleaders wouldn't put out for the football team because they were afraid of getting pregnant - but that didn't stop them from spreading their legs for me. I briefly wondered if Alex and I had gone to the same college, could I have gotten her then. Probably not. I had quite a reputation - and I can't imagine Alexandra Cabot playing second string to anyone.
Her growl turned to a gasp as I began moving inside her, stroking in and out. Her hips began to thrust at a faster pace now. She was on all-fours now, ass high in the air, pistoning back and forth, working my fingers in deeper. And, even though she was the bottom, I had the distinct feeling she was suddenly leading this dance.
I thrust in harder - deeper. The friction between my legs was unbearable. I ground down firmly, trying to maintain that contact I needed. I felt her shake; heard her gasp as her scent washed over my fingers. I growled fiercely in her ear as my own orgasm took me.
We lay pretty much in that same position. Her flat on her stomach, my cheek resting on her bare ass. The firelight casting a glow over naked flesh. My blood felt like lead, my muscles like mush. I felt my eyes beginning to drift close.
"Alex?"
"Mmmm?" Sounded like she was close to sleep, too.
"Lex?" I persisted, tenderly kissing her ass cheek.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I have a confession to make, Alex."
"You do?" That seemed to perk her up. She was suddenly wide awake, ready to go into full lawyer mode.
"Yeah," I confirmed. "I - "
"Wanted to confess that you took advantage of me? That you knew full well that you had all the poison out, but you continued to demand I hold still under false pretenses."
"Figured that out all on your own, did you?"
I could see her grin even from where I was laying. "Yes, Detective. I had my suspicions when you began sucking on my right cheek - when the snake had clearly bitten me on the left."
I propped myself up on one elbow, sweeping my gaze over the body part in question. "True. Although, in my defense, your right cheek has a bite mark, too. I had to be thorough, you know. After all, what would the guys say if I came back without their favorite ADA?"
I leaned down, licking, then kissing her sore flesh again. She squirmed beneath my administrations. "Although," I continued, "That's not the confession I was going to make."
"It's not?"
"Nuh-uh," I shook my head. I kissed her bum again.
"What was it, then?" she asked, squirming around until she had rolled over.
Her new position afforded me a close-up view of her downy blonde pubic hairs. I kissed them, then rested my cheek on them as I stared up into her blue eyes.
"Remember earlier when you were questioning me and you asked if I'd gotten us lost on purpose?"
"Yes," I felt her stiffen beneath me, "I remember."
"Do you remember exactly what you asked?"
"I asked, Did you, or did you not, purposely lure me out here with the sole intention of getting us lost so that you could have your wicked way with me? To which you replied, most emphatically, not."
"Exactly, Counselor." She still didn't relax. My fingers gripped her hips firmly. "I have to confess that I had no intention of getting us lost. I did, however, have every intention of having my wicked way with you this weekend."
She remained still. But, I felt her relax beneath me. Lowering my head, I placed a reverent kiss on her blonde pussy. I looked up to find her staring at me.
"In light of your confession, Detective, I'm afraid I'm going to have to recommend that you be found guilty. And sentenced to," her fingers curled in my hair, urging my face back between her open legs, "h-a-r-d labor."
Grinning, I settled down. I was glad Alex believed in capital punishment. I definitely deserved more than a slap on the wrist. Maybe I could convince her I needed a good tongue lashing, as well.
The End