Alex licks her way up the inside of my thighs excruciatingly slowly. I moan and reach down, cupping the back of her head, trying to pull her up to where I need her, and fuck me do I need her. I'm so wet I'm pretty sure Alex is under the impression her nice, comfy king sized bed has been replaced with a water bed when she wasn't looking.

Alex takes pity on me and moves higher, her tongue trailing between my folds, lapping my juices and humming in pleasure against me. She pulls away slightly.

"Fuck you taste good," she breathes out.

"Oh god, Alex, please," I moan out, and I can hear the undercurrent of begging in my voice.

Alex complies and pushes her tongue inside me. I feel my entire body jerk and she wraps her arms around my thighs to hold me down.

She continues to thrust into me with her tongue, pushing me so close to the edge that I can see my orgasm from here, looming close. I hold my breath and prepare for it to hit.

"Oomph, Elliot what the fuck?" He's just thrown a wadded up ball of paper at me.

"It was the only way I could get your attention" he smirks, "You've been off in Cabot land for the last twenty minutes and by the look on your face I can tell you were enjoying a little happy time together."

"Shut up," I reply. Wow, way to go with the witty comebacks Benson, very impressive.

"Come on Liv" he continues, obviously not dissuaded by my overtly inarticulate reply to his last comment, "We've been sat here for three hours, it's the Monday after Christmas, miraculously we have no cases, and you haven't wiped that smile off your face for the entire time you've been here. Are you gonna tell me about your weekend or not?"

"Not," I reply, without hesitation.

Before he can say anything else my phone rings. I flip it open without checking the caller display.

"What?" I bark out, still glaring at Elliott. I take a mouthful of coffee and promptly spray it all over my computer screen as my caller speaks.

"Would it cheer you up any if I told you I'm currently sat in my office, door locked, pants undone, my hand inside them touching myself whilst thinking about you?"

I proceed to cough and splutter to the point where Elliot gets up and comes around my desk, preparing to smack me on the back. I wave him off.

"Hi" I eventually manage to respond.

"Hi yourself," Alex purrs down the phone, her voice dripping with sex, "Are you busy?"

"No" I reply. I'm starting to wonder if I'm capable of forming anything more than monosyllabic replies. I suspect I'm not. Damn!

"Good, then get that amazing ass of yours down here now, I need you."

"Alex" I choke out, images flooding my brain. Wow, and a two syllable word as well, woo hoo.

"I wouldn't argue with me if I were you detective." she husks, "If you're not here in the next twenty minutes I'll be forced to come to the squad room, relieve you of your pants, lean you over your desk and fuck you until you scream my name. Instead, I would much prefer it if you came here and did that to me."

"Ok," I choke out, snapping my phone closed and standing up on rather shaky legs. For fucks sake, the woman is going to start to think I suffer from some form of mental disability if I don't learn to articulate better.

I grab my coat, shove my phone in my pocket and head for the door.

"I'm going for lunch, I'll be back in an hour," I throw over my shoulder.

"Liv, its 11:00 in the morning," Elliot calls after me. I choose to ignore him and jam my finger onto the call button for the elevator, hoping to a god I'm not sure I believe in that it arrives before Elliot can catch up to me and ask the two hundred questions I'm sure are floating around in his head.

My prayers are answered and the elevator doors slide open. I scoot inside and press the button for the ground floor.

Twenty minutes later I'm knocking on Alex's office door.

"Come in." I hear the business like response from inside.

I open the door and step in, she looks up at me and smiles, beckoning me in.

"Lock the door," she says. I do and turn around again to find her striding out from behind her desk. She reaches me and hesitates for a second. I take the initiative and envelope her in my arms. She exhales against my neck.

"I've missed you," she whispers.

"Oh god I missed you too," I reply, "Like crazy."

She takes my face in her hands and kisses me, slow, sensual and deep. I've been away from her for four hours and it was long enough to make me feel like I couldn't breathe. Anyone else think I'm in a whole fuck load of trouble here? The only thing keeping me vaguely calm is that Alex appears to feel the same way.

She breaks the kiss and looks at me, stroking her fingers down my cheek.

"I've been thinking about you all morning," she whispers.

I lean into her touch on the side of my face, glancing down at the same time. I inhale sharply.

"You weren't joking?" I say, somewhat breathlessly at the images that are now flooding my brain. She looks at me, not comprehending.

"Your pants are undone," I say, nodding towards her crotch. She blushes an adorable shade of pink and grins at me.

"No," she whispers throatily, "I wasn't joking. And I also wasn't joking abut what I want you to do to me."

Oh fuck, Alex Cabot wants me to bend her over her desk and fuck her until she screams my name. What the fuck am I meant to do now? Yes alright, I know what most of you are gonna say, and please drag your brains out of the gutter, I didn't mean it like that. What I mean is, this is her office, her very public office, with lots of people walking past, including judges, police officers and numerous other city officials. What if someone hears us? I'd never be able to show my face in this building again. Hell, I'd never be able to show my face in this city again, I'd have to emigrate to Outer Mongolia and become a trout fisherman. Do they have trout in Outer Mongolia? Never mind, that's not the point right now. The point is, how do I let her down gently without hurting her feelings? I mean, I know I was very well aware of what she wanted from the phone call earlier but I didn't think she was actually serious. I thought she may have regained some sort of sense of appropriateness by the time I got here. Looks like I was wrong.

She runs her tongue around the shell of my ear, nipping at it gently.

"Come on Liv," she husks out, "You know you want me."

Oh who the fuck am I kidding, of course I'm not gonna say no, I'll just have to find a way of keeping her quiet. And what do you mean you always knew I wasn't gonna say no? Smart ass!

I growl and wrap my arms around her, pushing her backwards until she hits the edge of her desk. She goes to slide herself backwards onto it but I stop her. I push her pants and her underwear down her silky smooth thighs until they pool on the floor at her ankles. I roughly turn her around and bend her over at the waist so that she's sprawled out face down on her desk. I push her legs apart and position myself between them.

"Oh fuck Liv," she moans out. Her words and tone of voice make me painfully aware of my own arousal.

"Please," she continues, "I really need you to take me, show me who I belong to."

Ok, this is new! She's spent the majority of the last three days oozing an air of confidence, if anything I've been the emotionally submissive one so this outburst shocks me slightly. I, on the other hand, am certainly not going to pass up this opportunity to exercise my possessive side. What can I say, she makes me want to mark my territory, so sue me.

"You belong to me," I husk out, and I'm surprised by the low, dangerous quality my voice has taken on.

"Oh fuck yes, god that's so good," she cries out as I push two fingers into her and start thrusting.

"Ssh, you have to be quiet baby," I whisper.

She whimpers and drops her head lower, leaning her forehead against the desk as she thrusts backwards onto my hand, fucking herself on my fingers.

"Oh god, you are so sexy," I moan, unable to stop myself.

Her breathing is becoming laboured and the speed of her hips is increasing.

"Oh fuck, Liv please, I need more, I need to come."

Christ, the throbbing between my own legs is becoming distracting but I'm determined to give Alex what she wants. I thrust another finger inside her as I slide my other hand from her hip around to her front, stroking through her soft curls and settling on her clit. I can feel it throbbing beneath my fingers and her body jerks as I start to glide over it.

"Oh god yes, oh fuck, that's it Liv, right there, oh Christ, don't stop, please Liv don't stop, I'm gonna…oh god yes," she moans out as her orgasm rips through her. Her body is shaking violently and I continue to thrust into her, milking her for everything she has. Her constant monologue has me so turned on I can't see straight.

She slumps over the desk and I lean down, pushing her shirt slightly up her back and kissing the exposed skin softly.

"God I love you," she stutters out, still breathless.

"You're only saying that because I just made you come," I grin.

"Was I really loud?" she asks, sounding slightly concerned, but only slightly.

"No baby," I chuckle, "I am in no way complaining at your almost continuous commentary while you were coming. In fact it was incredibly hot, but you did manage to keep it to a volume only I would have been able to hear."

"Thank god," she says as she attempts to straighten up. I pull my fingers out of her slowly as she turns around. She grabs my wrist and pulls my fingers into her mouth. I exhale slowly as I watch her.

"Not nearly as good as you taste" she smiles when she's done. I lean down and kiss her, pushing my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.

"I disagree," I reply.

She leans down to pull up her underwear and her pants, quickly fastening them. Her shirt is still untucked and rumpled and I wonder if she's forgotten that particular part of her outfit needs fixing. I decide I really don't give a crap as she takes hold of my hips and spins me around so that I'm the one pressed up against her desk.

She kisses me, pulling at my bottom lip with her teeth until I grant her entrance. I can feel her unbuckling my belt, the buttons on my jeans, the zipper, until they're bunched around my knees along with my underwear.

Alex's mouth has migrated and is currently working its way down my neck. She flicks open the buttons on my shirt slowly, one by one, as she kisses down my chest, over my stomach, eventually sinking to her knees and stroking her tongue down my damp hair until she hits that spot that makes my body spasm and my hands grip the desk for all my life is worth. I just about manage to stop my knees buckling completely as she runs her tongue through my folds, pushing my jeans down to my ankles so that she can move my legs further apart. As soon as she has got what she wants she pushes her tongue inside me.

Oh holy fuck. I look down at her on her knees and briefly wonder how clean the carpet in her office is. That is until she starts thrusting her tongue in and out of me and all other thoughts leave my head. Fuck she feels good. I can feel my body clamp down onto her and I hear myself moan, trailing off at the end as I remember where we are and our need to be quiet.

"Fuck that's good," I whisper as she removes her tongue, replaces it with two fingers and then wraps it around my clit.

"Oh god Alex, please, harder, I need you to fuck me harder."

I feel Alex's fingers speed up inside me, my inner walls clenching around her fingers. Her tongue is still circling across my clit as she moans into me, the vibrations causing light to burst behind my eyes.

"Baby, fuck, so fucking good," I just about manage to choke out as Alex curls her fingers up inside me and my release hits me with force.

"Oh god Alex," I cry out, gripping her desk so hard I'm sure my knuckles have turned white as the waves of pleasure sweep through me. She continues to stroke her fingers inside me, her tongue making long, slow sweeps over my clit, as my body slows to a slight tremble.

As I slump backwards slightly onto the desk, leaning backwards on my hands, she moves her fingers out of me. I look down to see her take them in her mouth, her eyes flicking up to look into mine as she moans at the taste of my juices still running down her hand.

She stands up, pulling my jeans and underwear with her, and kisses me. I kiss her back gently as I fasten my belt.

"I was loud wasn't I?" I ask rather sheepishly. Alex chuckles.

"Not all the way through" she says, "Only that last 'oh god Alex' was loud but we might be lucky in that no one was walking past as you said it".

"Your assistant's desk is right outside," I point out.

"She might have taken a bathroom break," Alex offers. I cant help but smile at her attempts to make me feel better. I was the one telling her how quiet she had to be at the beginning of this and I end up losing control. Well, can you blame me, really, this is Alexandra Cabot for Christ's sake, wouldn't you?

My phone starts to ring as I lean in to kiss her. I huff a breath out in frustration.

"Benson," I answer.

"Sorry to interrupt Casanova but we caught a case," my partner's voice drifts out of the phone.

"Ok, I'll be back ASAP" I say.

"No need, I'm downstairs outside Cabot's office now," Elliott replies.

"I gotta go," I say to Alex as I flip my phone closed. "I'll see you tonight."

"You will," she replies, kissing me goodbye.

I unlock and open her office door, giving her a quick wave as I close it behind me. Her assistant smirks at me as I walk past.