A/N: Okay, so this is my first SVU fic...and it's smut. Sort of. Not much else to say. But I do hope you enjoy!
SVU belongs to Dick Wolf, not me.
Olivia Benson was often stressed when she got home from work. She was tired, and she had a headache. This was a normal occurrence due to the stressful nature of her job, but today it was worse than usual. Probably because she couldn't stop thinking about Alex Cabot and that damn dress she was wearing today.
It had been black, but short and tight, tight as all hell, goddamnit. She didn't realize Alex had those curves. It was low-cut enough to only tease you with cleavage, just the tiniest bit of it. As she tried to sleep, Olivia couldn't stop thinking about it. She found her hands resting on her stomach, twitching to go lower.
And the dress was short, falling a little past mid-thigh, but when she sat and crossed her legs, Olivia could see her thigh-highs. Those thigh-highs were another thing in themselves - so fucking sexy. The brunette moaned as she thought of the lace tops of Alex's thigh-highs. Even her sensible heels turned her on as she saw her walk down the hall, her long legs on display. She wondered what was under that dress.
Her hands trailed a little lower, resting on the waistband of her pajama pants. She could feel a gush of wetness as she thought of Alex Cabot, in nothing but a lace bra - damn, Olivia loved lace - and thong and thigh-highs and heels. Her hand dipped into her pants but only rested on the outside of her panties. She remembered briefly a conversation she had once had with Alex during drinks, when they were both a little loose.
"You ever just...not wear a bra to work?" she had giggled, tipsy.
"No, I can't say I have." Olivia had said, with a raise of an eyebrow.
"I do, sometimes. If you wear a loose-fitting shirt, no one can tell. It's easier to go commando, though, then not wear a bra. I do that way more often - it's so comfortable. You should try it sometime," she laughed again. "Sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me."
Oh, Jesus, Alex went commando under those sexy dresses. She couldn't resist the temptation anymore. Her hand snaked under her panties and she ran a finger along her wet folds, nearly gasping at how wet she was. She thought of Alex, of how wet she could make her, of all the filthy things she wanted to say to her. Her fingers started to move, circling her clit. She moaned, a little louder than earlier. She wanted to fuck Alex Cabot, plain and simple. She wanted to peel that dress off her and fuck her, fast and hard in only those thigh-highs and heels. She wanted to learn where she liked to be touched. She wanted to make her beg to come and when she finally let her, she wanted her to scream.
Olivia slipped two fingers in while she continued to rub her clit, imagining now how Alex would fuck her. She liked to be in charge most of the time, what about Alex? She could see her taking control, and the thought of it was fucking sexy. She thought of the blonde on top of her, riding her as she finger fucked her deep and hard. Olivia could feel an orgasm beginning inside her.
She whimpered and bit her lip as she sped up the pace of her fingers. It built slowly, an almost overwhelming pleasure. When the orgasm finally hit, she cried out. "Alex," she moaned, continuing to stimulate herself until she couldn't take it anymore. She sighed and withdrew her hand from her panties. She was exhausted and finally satisfied.
Curling up under the warm blankets, Olivia wondered what it would be like to hold Alex in her arms and cuddle her until she fell asleep. The idea was just as appealing as fucking her; she wanted not only sex, but sweet, chaste morning kisses and walking down the hallways of work, secretively holding hands. She wanted that, too.
As she drifted off, Olivia cursed herself for how much she wanted Alex Cabot, all of her.
A/N: This was pretty short but I hope it was well-written and enjoyable. :)
-Lulamae
