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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was attempting to write a 100 word drabble for a "Bare Essentials" drabble challenge at livejournal.com and it seems I was on a roll. 100 words on the nose. Only problem was I needed to write more so I did. But it turned out that each paragraph was 100 words, so I kept that going – every paragraph is 100 words each. So, what would you call that? How about a hectoplot?
ARCHIVING: Only with the permission of the author.
GRAPHIC: to accompany Underneath It All.
Underneath It All
By Annette
Alex
I'd just gotten back from lunch and shopping with Olivia and had started putting my things away when I noticed a bag that wasn't mine. Must be Olivia's. Bare Essentials! Ooh, I shouldn't… Giving in to my baser instincts I open the bag and find my hands full of black silk and lace. I am rudely ripped from an impromptu fantasy by a knock on my door. Who could that be? Without thinking I open the door with the lingerie still in my hands and come face-to-face with their owner. I'm frozen in place by equal parts shock and embarrassment.
Olivia
"I see you have my things." I say as I reach up to close Alex's mouth. "Perhaps you'd like me to model them for you?" Getting absolutely no response I take the items from her and head toward where I assume her bedroom is. I was expecting my actions to cause her to snap out of her embarrassment so we could have a good laugh over this. But here I am, in her bedroom, and she's not coming in to stop me. OK, if that's how she wants to play it… So I quickly strip and don my new purchases.
Alex
What just happened? Did Olivia just say she was going to model her lingerie for me? I look down the hall in time to see Olivia enter my bedroom. Oh. My. God. This cannot be happening! I should stop her, right? I'm sure she's just getting back at me for looking in her bag… right? Maybe I should go see what she's wear… I mean doing. Oh, no… I'm so confused… what am I going to do? I make my way to my bedroom door since I have absolutely no idea what else to do… and I open the door.
Olivia
I must be out of my mind! What am I doing standing here in… in… well, sexy lingerie, and better yet, I'm standing here in Alex Cabot's BEDROOM in sexy lingerie! I look at myself in the mirror, and then beyond myself at the reflection of Alex's bed in the background. If there was one image I never imagined seeing it was this… but here I am. I should get dressed and get the hell out of here, but for some reason I want to see this through. I want to see her reaction when she sees me like this.
Alex
I am opening my bedroom door and I am scared to death. Why is that? This is ridiculous. This is my bedroom, damn it! Yeah, and there's a half naked goddess in black lace standing in there! As the door swings open I am almost tempted to close my eyes… almost. Instead I gather my courage and step into the room… and am met by a vision I never expected to see. Olivia Benson in my bedroom in sexy lingerie. Better yet, Olivia Benson standing in front of MY BED in sexy lingerie. Oh my! I can't help but gasp.
Olivia
I hear a noise and turn to find Alex standing in the doorway. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her mouth hanging open again – only this time she's certainly not looking in my eyes. The deer in the headlights look seems to be morphing as well… I am very familiar with that look, desire… lust… only never in those baby blues. Gaining courage through these observations I make my way over to her, stopping just in front of her, and do a slow 360. "Well Counselor, you've seen mine, now I think it's only fair that you show me yours."
Alex
Good lord look at her. My eyes travel over a body even more amazing than all the fantasy scenarios I'd ever imagined. Thighs that appear hard and soft at the same time. Are they? Look at her abs, and her breasts… oh to be that sliver of silk gently cupping them, or the lace kissing the edges of her cleavage. She's coming closer – turning around – oh that back, and her ass… Good God, I'm standing here capriciously drooling over a wet dream made real – an enigma – a phantasm. "Show you…" Show her mine… did she just say show her mine?
Olivia
There's absolutely no mistaking the look in Alex's eyes. To say I'm surprised by it is the understatement of all understatements. Never, and I mean never in my wildest dreams did I even entertain the possibility that Alex Cabot was gay. But there is no way she would look at another woman like that if it were something new to her. God those blue eyes are so intense in their inspection that I can almost feel them sliding over my body like a physical caress. My hands reach for the buttons on her blouse. "It's only fair don't you think?"
Alex
Wait! What is she doing? What did she say? "Only fair…" Her hands are reaching for me, for the buttons on my blouse. Come on Alex, try to focus here! I feel her hands now, pulling on the fabric of my blouse, pushing the buttons through the holes, working her way from top to bottom. I feel the cool air on my now exposed upper body, and I feel the heat of Olivia's gaze as she takes in the cream silk and lace of my bra. I'm shivering but it has nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
Olivia
I'm reaching for Alex's blouse, slowly, giving her time to stop me if she wants to. Her eyes seem a bit unfocused, but she is watching my hands intently as they unbutton each button. I'm pushing the material off her shoulders letting it drop to the floor, unnoticed, as my eyes are fixed on the sight before me. Pale swells filling creamy silk and lace… beautiful, but I need to see more. Before moving on to the fasteners of her slacks I take a quick look into Alex's eyes – eyes still darkened with desire – and I come to a decision.
Alex
Is this really happening? I've often heard people say that during a moment of pure emotion they feel as if they are dreaming and will – at any moment – awake to find it wasn't real. I'd always laughed at that, I mean it seemed so ridiculous to think you could truly lose yourself like that. Yes, past tense, because I find myself hoping with every ounce of my being that this is real – that the hands unbuttoning my blouse are really there – that the smoky brown eyes staring into my soul are truly filled with a desire that matches my own.
Olivia
I've definitely come to a decision. I am going to kindle the flame in those blue eyes. I've no doubt that before this night is through I will know this woman the way I've always dreamed of but never dared to hope for. I'm popping the button on her slacks, dipping my fingers slightly inside the waistband. I feel her tremble. I take my time with the zipper, moving it slowly down until it's completely undone. Now I'm sliding my hands inside, pushing down while stroking the skin of her hips – her thighs – until they are pooled at her feet.
Alex
I think, I hope, Olivia can tell just how aroused I am. I know she was looking into my eyes just now to gauge my reaction to all this. I know because that's just the kind of woman she is – sweet, kind, considerate – and right at this moment so fucking sexy. God, I'm so wet! Never in my life have I felt like this! I'm almost afraid of how much stronger this feeling could get. Almost. But I trust Olivia like I've never trusted anyone – I trust her to take care of me – I trust her to make me cum.
Olivia
I'm kneeling at Alex's feet and I raise my eyes to the cream silk sitting low on her hips topping legs that are long and smooth as silk. My hands reach out and run the length of those legs from calves to thighs, I'm rewarded with a whimper. I lean forward and press a light kiss just above the waistband of her panties, my prize a gasp. I run my hands up the back of her legs… over the swell of her ass… and I grasp it tightly and lick from my previous kiss to her navel, earning a moan.
Alex
How does she know just where to touch me, just how to touch me? Her hands are so sure and… mmmm. The feel of those hands running up my legs is so amazing. I want her… so very much… Ahhh, I find myself gasping as I feel her lips press against me. Her hands are still stroking my legs and I'm not sure how much longer I'll be able to stand. Oh my, her hands are moving higher – I can't think anymore – I am limited to moans as her hands grasp my backside and her tongue licks my belly.
Olivia
She tastes so sweet and she's so responsive. I want to do everything with her, for her, to her… and I want that now. I need to feel more of her, I need to lay down with her and be with her. I want her to touch me and feel what she does to me. To lay with me and be with me – to be together – more than I've ever wanted anyone, or anything, in my entire life. This is my every dream made real, this woman who I've lusted after for so long. I dip my tongue into her…
Alex
…naval. She's driving me crazy, so crazy that I want her to just rip my panties off and move that tongue of hers lower. But there's a part of me that wants this to go slowly, wants to savor every moment of this amazing feeling. I want to continue this slow blaze, this fire she's started. But I also want, more than anything, to touch her… to feel her under my hands. To taste and touch her everywhere. I reach for her and bring her to her feet. I need to kiss those lips. I need to feel her body…
Olivia
…against mine. It feels so amazing having her in my arms, pressed tightly against me. My heart is pounding and I am so turned on, and yet I am unbelievably in control. What usually would lead to ripping off her clothes and taking what I want is instead a desire to explore and discover. Gratification will come, of that I have no doubt, but it isn't paramount in this encounter. This time, for the first time, the journey will be as sweet as the reward. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, pulling it from her and cupping her…
Alex
…breasts. Her hands are gentle in their exploration and I am once again amazed by her tenderness. I am having even more trouble staying upright and I really want to move this to the bed. I grasp those hands that are tenderly torturing me and I lead her toward the bed. I move to stand behind her and press kisses across her shoulder and down her back. I remove her bra and continue kissing her, moving up her neck while my hands cup her breasts. Her gasp is music to my ears. I slide my fingers up to pinch her…
Olivia
…nipples. The tables have turned and, unbelievably, I have no problem with it. My knees grow weak and I turn in her embrace to once again kiss those lips. I turn sideways and kneel on the bed bringing her with me and lay down, pulling her down beside me. We spend a few moments just staring into each other's eyes, gently running our hands over hips and arms in a leisurely exploration. I see the fire burning in her eyes and believe it's time to set it ablaze. My touch changes, becomes firmer, and I reach to remove her panties.
Alex
Her lips are so sweet. I realize, for the first time, that kissing her is easily going to become my addiction. She's kneeling on the bed and pulling me down with her. We lay there just touching lightly and staring into each other's eyes. This is such an unexpected pleasure – to actually have the woman I've longed for lying here, half naked, in my bed. Feeling her hands stroke over my skin… wanting to feel those hands everywhere… hands that are now pushing my panties down. Hands sliding slowly up my thigh and coming ever closer to where I'm so…
Olivia
…wet, so wet and warm. I slide through her wetness swirling my fingers over her clit and sliding lower to tease at her opening. Her moans are such sweet music keeping time with undulating hips. I'm kissing and nipping a line across her jaw and over her throat, and I can feel the frantic beat of her heart against my lips. I continue stroking and swirling at her center as my lips forge a path across her collar bone and lower to take a taut nipple into my mouth. I'm biting lightly at her breast as I slide my fingers…
Alex
…inside. Oh, God, she's inside me, and it feels so wonderful. It's so beautiful feeling her touching me, feeling her mouth on me… Her mouth on my breasts, teeth biting, tongue soothing. God, she's making me crazy, so crazy, and I don't want it to ever stop. She slides over me, straddling my thigh, and I can feel her wetness through her panties. My level of arousal is growing steadily and I gasp as she moves her kisses and nips lower – over my stomach – ending just above her thrusting fingers. My hips thrust in vain attempt to direct those lips…
Olivia
…to the source of her desire. I circle the hard knot of flesh just above my fingers and suck it into my mouth, and I feel her tighten. She's getting close and there's nothing I want more than to feel her orgasm pulsing around my fingers, to taste it on my tongue, to hear it from her lips. I increase my efforts and am amply rewarded as she arches into my touch, tightening around my fingers and moaning loudly. I still my fingers, buried deeply inside her, and lap at the copious moisture she's producing. I feel hands in my…
Alex
…hair, I need to see her eyes, to see how she looks after giving me such an incredible gift. Raising her eyes to me she slowly withdraws from my depths as I tighten my grip in her hair. Her brown eyes are so dark they are almost black, and I see how badly she needs release. I quickly help her remove her panties, and pull her toward me to kiss her lips, tasting myself there, and I know what I want… I reach down and grasp her hips moving her up over my mouth and pulling her down onto my…
Olivia
…tongue buried so deeply in me and I'm writhing on her torturous mouth. My God, I've never done it like this… it's incredible! I grasp the headboard and thrust against Alex's mouth wanting to cum so badly but trying to hold on to this experience for as long as I can. Her hands grip my hips tightly, slowing me down a bit, and setting the perfect rhythm. It's not long before I'm crying out my release, riding the waves on her silken tongue. I somehow manage to move off her and raise the covers for us both to slip under.
Alex
Right now, satiated and content, I want nothing more than to curl up with her and rest. I'm still in a thrall of sensory delight – the touch, taste, and smell of this woman still lingering all around me. It is then that I realize we'd barely spoken a word to each other. Gasps, moans, and screams aside, the last spoken word we shared was when Olivia was removing my blouse. We let our bodies speak for us, a very fluent lovers conversation. There'd be time enough for talk tomorrow. For now we're content to lie here, bodies and hearts entwined.
The End