Hey guys. It's been a while since I've written anything so i'm a little rusty, go easy on me but please review. I like to know what you think of the story regardless of whether good or bad.
This is an AU story, I'm not gonna give too much away, but I hope you enjoy.
I don't own anything other than this story.
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Twenty-two year-old Alexandra Cabot, more commonly referred to as Alex, sighed as she opened her eyes to the empty space beside her, again. It was becoming an all too familiar way to wake up after a night of passion with HER. The woman in question always left before morning, or at least sometime during the night, whether before the clock struck twelve or after, Alex had no idea.
She never left a note, an explanation, and whenever the blonde questioned her, the answer was always the same "You know I have work", and yes, Alex knew all too well that the woman she loved had to work. They'd met while SHE was working, and six years had passed since that meeting, and the last three had been the most wonderful yet most frustrating.
You see, Alex was confident in herself and who she was. She had began to question her sexuality in her early teens; a difficult time as her Mother had always tried to encourage her to date the nice young boy down the street. But for Alex, it had never felt right and when she came out to her parents, aged sixteen, it had been tough. In time they had come to accept it and Alex had had some brief relationships with women since.
The woman who had left her bed at some point after two rounds of passionate yet gentle love-making was a good eight years older than her, but for Alex at least, their had been a connection from the moment they met and she now knew she loved the woman who she was now attempting to call. Once again she left a voicemail as the call had been disconnected, she was never angry in the messages she left but her disappointment once again was evident.
Alexandra had been a quiet yet friendly and outgoing teenager, she loved to learn and excelled in all her subjects at school. Her favourite subject, English was how she had met the woman who had become her first love, and only love. Walking into the classroom that day and seeing the new teacher, her heart had fluttered, she recalls now the beautiful woman smiling as she sat down, apologising profusely for being a minute or two late, her cheeks blushing as she did so. Of course, while their was an obvious attraction on both parts, neither the teacher nor Alex allowed themselves to cross boundaries, and it was until aged nineteen when Alex had left school that a relationship, not that it could really be called that, began.
Alex began her morning routine; the apartment on Fifth Avenue sat on the ninth floor and looked out over Central Park. It had been a belated eighteenth birthday present from her Auntie Liz, one she had taken months to accept as extravagance was not a Cabot trait, and the gift to Alex one she felt she did not deserve. However, in need of her own apartment, she had gratefully accepted, and now she had become comfortable and it finally felt like home.
"Damn it" the blonde cursed, as she stubbed her toe on the corner of the sofa, as she hastily attempted to make coffee and rid herself of the annoyance at being left once again. She knew she needed to clear her head before work, so after drinking her coffee she decided to go for a run, she usually ran almost every morning, except for Sundays, and Mondays, but today, a Monday, she knew she needed the distraction.
It had been a long weekend, Friday after work, she had driven to her Parents home in New Hampshire for a dinner with the family, an only child, but with many cousins, Alex had always been close with her family and after spending the night in the spare bedroom, and having a quick breakfast she had driven home. Alex's parents had moved to New Hampshire when Alex was 15, having already settled at Eleanor Roosevelt High School Alex had been reluctant to move and after begging her parents had moved in with her Auntie Liz and Uncle Bill. Saturday afternoon had been spent doing some work she had brought home and Sunday had planned to be a lazy day. However as usual it had ended with her former teacher in her apartment; the passion between them having been ignited, fuelled by alcohol and longing.
Alex returned from her run, no less relaxed but after a shower headed off to work, hoping the day would be busy so she would not have to think about the previous night and early morning disappointment.
Alex had been lucky enough to land herself a part time job as an aid at a well known lawyer firm, she had big ambitions and to become a lawyer was one of them. She had just completed 3 years at Columbia Law School, and this was her first step onto the career ladder. Many had expected her to attend Harvard, not least her Mother and Auntie Liz but her heart was in New York, or at least the woman she loved was, and she had turned down the offer of a place at the University in Massachusetts.
It was only a short drive to her workplace, and within 15 minutes of leaving her apartment she had reached her desk, nodding good morning to the various colleagues she passed on the way. While a confident young woman, Alex was still considerably private, she didn't really share much personal information with anyone and had yet to attend any of the after work drinks that she'd been invited to.
Work was busy but Alex still found herself checking her phone whenever the opportunity arose, unable to think of little else, and hoping to see a missed call, voicemail or even a text message, but disappointment became the central emotion she felt, and the blonde just wanted to return home with a bottle of wine and a good film. However as she excited the elevator a little after six that evening, sitting by her door was the figure of her former teacher
"Olivia"
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