A/N: Random drabble while in the bathroom. No plot, at all. Pure smutyness.
What Olivia loves about Alex.
Disclaimer: I do not own the SVU Characters.
Things Olivia loves about Alex Cabot- well, her list is endless. She loves her blonde hair, the way its wavy mane cascades off her shoulders to fit her perfect face. She loves those tempest blues; a spectrum that shines determination, dedication, wisdom, warmth and confidence. That confident walk as she strides into the unit, face unreadable and threatening.
Those were nice, but other quirks, that were displayed only to her, after hours, when they were in the privacy of their own home, soaking in each other's warmth, really got Olivia going.
She loves the way she screams, the way she begs for her to stop, that her neighbors were going to hear them, yet her throaty moans and groans contradicts her words. Her helpless pleas to continue, groans slowly trailing into wordless whimpers as Olivia trails open-mouthed kisses down her body, right at the place Alex screamed for.
She loves the way she freezes, just the initial moment of shock and fear when she eases inside that tight slit, that warm center that only she's been in, that only she had the honor of seeing, touching, tasting, and living in.
God she loves the way she clenches against her fingers as she thrusts mindlessly inside her, responding only from instinct and not necessarily with finesse, hitting new spots every time, spots Alex didn't even know was there.
She loves how ready she is for Olivia, even through spontaneity, anywhere in the house, without foreplay, even with a few kisses and hip swivels she's soaking wet as if Olivia stroked every nerve in her body, like a fine violin.
She loves it when Alex keeps her heels on. Those long, dark, lethal, heels digging into the backs of her thighs as Olivia fills her, and Alex shudders into the touch, clenching on with her dear life, making small crescent marks into the detective's tan shoulders, whispering obscenities in her ear; things that'll make her blush in hind-sight.
She loves the way her small, but firm breasts leaps with every thrust Olivia gives her. The way those pinked nubs get so tight, so hard, so ready, when Olivia pinches them between her fingers. How she grits her teeth to muffle the cries she makes when Olivia nibbles on them.
She loves when Alex was almost there, not enough to tip off the edge, but rising, waiting, anticipating, for that release. The way her brow furrows as her mouth hangs open, straining, trying to force an orgasm that Olivia won't let her have just yet.
But most of all, the top of the top, numero uno on the list, because nothing displays such pulchritude, such vulnerability, such warmth, was when Alex Cabot came. When that hiccuped sigh trails into a ravenous yelp of pleasure. When those beautiful eyes clenches shut as her mouth hangs open. The way those long, toned legs shakes dangerously against her own body, the way they tighten until they relax and mold into her body. When white hot liquid squirts out of her and fills the detective's hand, and trails onto the bedspread.
But one thing that Olivia always love, always treasures and thanks god everyday for, what makes her smile every time as if it was her first time witnessing, is when that sated, goofy grin flirts around her flushed face. When those beautiful blue eyes finally flutters open and gazes warmly at her. The way she chuckles and kisses Olivia. How she whispers "I love you," over and over again like an in-tuned mantra.
Her list was endless, but the sexiest thing was, what almost makes Olivia come every time she does it, when she flips their position and gives that lustful grin, that mischievous tint in her eyes as she stalks the detective's body like a six-course meal, and grinds her hips into the detective's center as she husks "It's my turn".
Alexandra Cabot; what is there not to love?
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