Name: KittyGetAwayFromTheBlanket
Title: Melting Under Your Gaze
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, their background lives, or nay aspect of the SVU legacy. I just am writing my take on the relationships that should have been.
Fandom: Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: Pg 13-18
Summary: Working on

**Quick Authors Note: I was having major troubles uploading the next chapter and it was seriously buggy. I had to delete the entire series – and am reloading them. Hopefully this doesn't become a pattern, lol. ++

Chapter 1

Autumn is one of the most beautifully recognized seasons of all the four. Unlike the extremes of its summer and winter counterparts – Autumn is a neutral balance with a variance of light rain and dampness creating that chilled to the bone feeling. For those who inhabit the big Apple of New York City, they are not foreign to the chill factor in any context, well known for being such in their demeanor towards common pedestrians milling through the cement and intermittent cobble streets.

While the assumption encompassed a

large portion of New Yorkers, it did not all of them. Some people went beyond the etymology of "chilly "some were more than that – some people were cooler, ice even – or given a nickname of "The Ice Queen".

The humidex was fairly high tonight, as midnight rolled into the morning single digits of 1am. Walking down a light trafficked sidewalk a Blonde woman readjusted the flaps of her Beige trench coat, fusing them together with numb digits as a wisp of wind filtered through the semi open expanse. It's not uncommon for New York women to walk unescorted through dimly lit areas; they have proved themselves to be just as independent as men, throughout the years by reaching echelons of every profession – from Stock Brokers to Lawyers.

Alex was the perfect representative of a woman who has strived to crush her male (being unbiased also; female) counterparts in the game of legal tag. She was always growing, an aspiring lawyer shooting with precision for a spot as the District Attorney.

Currently the Blonde is employed by the Special Victims Unit of the 16th precinct as their Assistant District Attorney. It's been almost 3 years of utter awakening, for more reasons than one. Firstly, when she accepted the job as the ADA, her mindset was to bump up her win/loss ratio. It was not to console victims, make friends and be putty to the ramifications of each homicide, domestic or sexual assault. She had no idea what it was like prosecuting frivolous cases, to getting her hands dirty with her detectives to put each and every bastard away.

Alex shook her head at the irony. How blind could she have been anyway, to walk into the Special Victims Unit and not be affected by the heinous crimes? Arrogance was bliss I guess.

Exhaling into the night air, she allowed her fine pink lips to quirk in reminiscence of meeting her newly given detectives, or – detective, singular. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would actually converse with her co-workers. Not that she was a prude, but as past preludes present her track record of making friends was very little; minuscule even unless political social gatherings were game.

Her colleagues were tentative at first however, some more than others.

First there was the semi-veteran, Munch. He was an older man, frail looking in appearance, his wrinkles pronounced around his mouth when quirked upward in a mischievous manner. His eyes were obscured by dark spectacles. He was not a bore by any means. He always had much to say about his ex - wives, government conspiracies, or general remarks or observations. He was quite the man, a light contrast to his partner, Fin.

Fin was as tough as he looked. He was a slightly beefy man who always sported slick fashion, his dark hair tightly woven in a braid that lay just below the nape of his neck, his words were quick to the point and he rarely took crap from anyone. He didn't fool everyone though, amidst the leather jacket and gangster-cop persona, he was a sweet heart who cared deeply for his work, friends, and family.

Those weren't the crème of the crop though; there was also – Olivia and Elliot. Both have been partners for many years, way before Alex even began her climbing career. She was just an infant in comparison to their real word experience, not to mention their history of being friends.

Elliot Stabler was a tall, fit ex-marine. He was as tough as he looked; square shoulders to match his jaw, always taut when in thought or angered by a case. He had quite the temper from time to time, an indication of his patience when frustrated; rolling up the material of his sleeves over his large forearms, revealing a Marine emblem tattoo from his past. His steely Blue eyes were always another indication of his mood, they're were used as a secondary X-ray vision to lying, narrowing to slits with suspicion as those stupid enough attempt to feign innocence, only then twinkling when they are set upon his partner Olivia.

For her Elliot always kept his gaze soft, be it for friendship or more. That "more" has been debatable amongst most of rumors milling here and there about marital or "friends with benefits". Whether that was true or false, Alex tried not to dwell on it.

Olivia,

"Olivia." Alex echoed the name internally – now Olivia was something else.

She was older than Alex by at least a few years, but the way she held herself gave the impression she was well beyond hers. She had a certain maturity about her that only harsh experiences and rock bottom could create. Alex wasn't deaf when it came to whispers by the "water cooler". She had heard of Olivia's past, the raping of her mother and being the offspring of such a fate. It was obvious why Olivia had taken her position; fighting her way into the male pool gene of law enforcement with a tough determination. It was not just her right – but her passion, to put an end to the cycle of abuse and pain, put things right and fully understand the birth of her existence and circumstance following.

She felt a sense of compassion after learning of Olivia's past, coupled with a tinge of passion for the Detective in general, and it was well known. She and Olivia had a history of public explosive battles of wit, cases and anything that could be construed as debatable. Yep, they had it, did it, rinsed and repeated. It was almost like heated arguments before make up sex – minus the sex.

It was not that Alex didn't think about it, Olivia was a beautiful specimen of the female anatomy. She was a tad shorter than Alex by a few inches, even more pronounced when countered with Alex's high heels. Her hair was a dark Brown, but given the day or cut, it could be as light as a mug of hot chocolate or as dark as walnut. Either way Alex thought she looked great.
Olivia's hair seemed to mark the current time in her life, short, spiky and firm – when engrossed in work, or longer and flowing when she was at ease with herself.

Her skin was a dark Olive (given the name, Alex assumed) and her eyes were an endless ocean of Browns, Maroons and Hazels, sitting a few inches away from round soft lips, sometimes quirking into her trade mark lopsided grin.

If that wasn't enough to capture Alex's attention off the bat, it was the body that followed. Everyone knows Police Officers have to be fit to do their job, well – Detectives were no different. Olivia's body was an oasis of muscles, rippling underneath a femme-masculine attire of Turtle necks, long halter tops and Black pants, adorned by a Silver buckle.

It was a very good thing Alex was aware of her sexuality, because if she knew she wasn't gay – then Olivia would have been her awakening. All in all, that was where the problem lay.

They were co-workers, worked together on a daily basis, hanging out occasionally – and not to forget the fact that Olivia Benson was straight. She had mulled over this many of times in her head, usually late at night when her thoughts wandered into disbelief. What had tipped her off wasn't just the Olivia/Elliot rumors, but her past sexual encounters referenced by those at the 16, the last being Brian Cassidy, 100% of the male variety.

Sighing once again, Alex shook herself out of her minds reel and paused mid-step, her heel skidding slightly on the damp ground and looking up, only now realizing – she wasn't at her car, nor was she near it. Had she missed it altogether while dozing off into memories? Without much time to ponder this, a slight movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Instinctively she inhaled, using her free hand to rest her long fingers into the pocket of her coat, fingering for her keys. She worked with Detectives; she was prepared for anything that came her way. Swallowing the rising lump in her throat she stiffened her back, the fine hairs on her neck stood up and Alex jumped as a Black leather clad hand grasped her fine shoulders in an instant-