AN: This little story popped into my head while I struggle to focus on writing M rated lady loving that will be in ch61 of 'Negotiating' (Yeah, I know. Weird right?) Anyway, I don't like fighting with my muse, so I write what and when she tells me to ;-). This is also a thankyou to trace619 for putting up with my numerous PMs regarding... a certain distraction... we've been working on ;-). trace619, I don't think I can fully express my gratitude for taking the idea I gave you and running with it :-).
In summation: This is part 1 of 2 (Liv's POV this chapter; Alex's POV next chapter. I hope to have it posted in a few days) I really hope readers enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :-)
How do I describe Alex Cabot?
Where do I begin?
Do I start with her intelligence, her wit... or her undeniable beauty?
I surreptitiously look over and drink in the sight before me. Pacing back and forth in her office, Alex is currently prepping for trial. It's nothing unusual, a mere formality after all these years with SVU. She's talking, no, elocuting her opening summary for Judge Barry Moredock. She always puts in that little bit more of an effort when he is the presiding judge for any of her cases. She'd deny it had anything to do with him being her Constitutional Law teacher when she attended Harvard, but I know it does. Sure, Alex puts in a great deal of effort when Judge Elizabeth Donnelly or Judge Lena Petrovsky are presiding too. However, that would be because Liz was Bureau Chief of SVU when Alex was first assigned, and Alex and Lena have butted heads ever since the Sam Cavanaugh case.
Alex turns 180° and continues her impassioned speech, gesticulating to emphasise her point on certain words. Her voice is like music to my ears, but I'm not really listening. My job as a detective entails observing and gathering evidence. And right now, the evidence is undeniable.
Charcoal pencil skirt.
Matching suit jacket.
Powder blue silk blouse.
Tiny mother of pearl buttons.
Manolo Blahnik black pumps.
Nude pantyhose... but I'm the only one privy to the fact that they are, in fact, thigh high pantyhose being held up by a sheer lace garter belt. I'm also the only one that knows she's currently wearing a matching lace panties and bra set too.
A watch encircling her right wrist.
A necklace around her neck with a bezel set diamond at the base of her throat.
Long, blonde hair that frames her face just so.
Soft, pink lips that have just parted ever so slightly to allow her tongue dart out and swipe along them before continuing her speech.
And then there's those glasses that draw you in and focus on her beautiful blue eyes.
When she wears her contacts, those eyes are icy blue. But when she wears her glasses, you see the real greyish blue colour that they are. It's that greyish blue colour that reveals the woman that is Alexandra Cabot.
In all the years I've known Alex, she's had 3 distinct pairs of glasses. First there was those squarish tortoiseshell glasses she wore when she was originally assigned to SVU. We were both so young back then. Those glasses were replaced with a squarish black pair that remained until Alex entered the Witness Protection Program. I don't know what she wore during those years in WPP, she doesn't like to talk about that particular time of her life. Only the vicious, gnarled scar on her right shoulder is the reminder of why she had to leave her life behind these days. When Alex suddenly reentered my life due to ADA Kim Greylek hastily returning to the Justice Department, the black frame glasses did too. However this time, they were more oval shaped. Those black frames softened her features but her acerbic and sassy wit remained the same.
Those black framed glasses are my 'Alex' weakness. My own weakness is chocolate. Specifically, dark chocolate. The sad thing is Alex knows these personal weaknesses of mine all too well.
Right now, there is a newly opened boxed of mixed assorted chocolates on the coffee table in front of me, yet none have been eaten. That will change very in a matter of moments.
Alex halts her pacing and approaches with a coy smile. She picks up the lid of the chocolate box in her right hand and adjusts her glasses with her left. The smile turns sly, ever so slightly. She knows damn well I'm watching her every movement. This right now, the scanning of the lid to choose which one she'll opt for, is ritualistic. I already know she'll pick the Chocolate Orange Deluxe first. She almost always does, because that's one of 'her' chocolates. She'll tease and pretend to pick out the Hazelnut Praline Whirl, Strawberry Crème Kiss, Choc Chili Bite or the Cripsy Toffee Delight because those are 'my' chocolates. She could surprise me and take her Heavenly Cherry Escape, Macadamia Nut Cluster or the Pep O'Minty Log, but I very much doubt it.
As if on cue, her hand hovers tantalizing close to the Strawberry Crème Kiss after she places the lid back down. I've tried my best not to react but I'm sure my nostrils have just flared in indignation. She looks down at me over the top of her glasses and smirks before her hand shifts to the right and picks up the Chocolate Orange Deluxe next to it. I struggle to remain composed as her lips part and the chocolate disappears within her mouth. I know exactly what those lips and mouth are capable of. Her tongue too for that matter, but that's my privilege.
Those greyish blue eyes close behind the black framed glasses, the telltale moan comes a few moments later as she begins to slowly chew and relish the flavour.
Our bubble of privacy is rudely interrupted by a sharp knock on the office door. Even with this unexpected disruption, Alex still takes the time to put an extra swing in her hips as she makes her way to the door. Upon opening the door, Alex is greeted by our other ADA, Rafael Barba, needing to talk about another case SVU that goes to trial tomorrow.
Alex gives me a pained smile, followed by a firm glare with her eyes behind those black frames before exiting the office, but I know she'll be back as soon as she can.
While I sit and wait, I wonder if this weakness about chocolate and glasses works in reverse? Only one way to find out, I guess. I reach inside my jacket with my right hand as I pick up the chocolate box off the coffee table with my left.