Author:detectivekit
Title:Wallpapering 1/?
Rating:later on: NC-17
Author's Note:At the very moment I'm helping my Mom to move. That means painting and wallpapering and decorating and so on. During such a session, the vision of my two favourites on Law and Order: SVU popped into my mind.
This story implies a same sex relationship and those things that go along with it wink For my defence: In my English lessons in a GERMAN high school I never learned vocabularies containing love making, above all love making of two women…so be kind, please.
Summary:Have you ever thought about how arousing a renovation can be? No, than here you go.
Disclaimer:Nothing has changed, as usual I still don't own them, but I own my imagination. I'm still playing with Liv and Alex and they are playing with me therefore I found myself here, writing this fic.
Wallpapering 1/?
Detective Olivia Benson sat at her desk, staring at a file which lay in front of her. She already had spent an hour looking at the folder without a coherent clue of what the case was about. Every single second her thoughts drifted back to a blonde ADA who had caught her attention several months ago. What was it about this woman that finally got under her skin? She just wasn't sure! Maybe it was the swaying of her hips, when she walked in the squad room or out of it for that reason. Because than she was able to stare without getting caught. At least not caught by Alex, but in case of the guys…definitely another story. But who in his right mind wouldn't fall for those blue eyes? But it wasn't just the physical beauty; for that it just would have been some crush. Some thing she would have gotten over more easily. It was the beauty underneath she was captivated of. The soul of some knight in shining armour. Hard to link this with the image of the ice queen, but that was just the way Olivia Benson saw the SVU's ADA.
You really have dower to fall for the straight, blue-blooded woman. Oh my God, there she is again. This click-clacking of her heels is following me into my dreams. Those dreams in which this stunning woman exclaims her love for me. Those dreams in which I am able to touch her everywhere I want to. Those dreams in which she whispers my name. Whispers that turn into screams when she is coming. Coming for me and only me. Get your thoughts out of your gutter, Benson! With this the detective turned around to greet an overworked Alex Cabot.
"Good Morning, Alex. Sorry to say that, but you look a little…beaten. Is everything alright?" A concerned Olivia asked the woman in front of her. Alex sighed and cocked her head to one side as if to emphasize the other woman's statement.
She was overworked, stressed and tired after all. Two days ago she had started to renovate her apartment, believing the weekend would be enough to wallpaper it. God, had she been wrong. Everything was a total chaos. Nothing was where it belonged. Maybe Alex should have listened to her mom, when she told her she should call some professionals who would fix her whole apartment in less than one day. But stubborn as she was, she wanted to do it on her own. She wanted to look at her apartment and say "Hey that you have done all by yourself." She snapped back from her thoughts and looked in those chocolate brown eyes which were full of concern. Concern for her? She shook her head to brush those guesses aside. Maybe she looked as shitty as she felt and that caught Olivia by surprise. Alex herself was the ice queen incapable of humanly feelings. At least that was what everyone believed.
"Yeah, maybe you're right, Olivia." Alex sighed again and sat down on the edge of Olivia's desk. She didn't know why she did so. If she was honest, she did not know a thing when it came to Det. Benson. She acted out of her instincts; something she hadn't done for what felt like a lifetime. Something just some pubescent teenagers do. This laugh – just to get the attention you're longing for. This touch – just to gauge the other one's reaction. This innocent flirting – just to hear the one you have a crush on laugh and see her blush.
A crush? How old are you, Cabot? Fifteen again? Be honest with yourself! You're in love with this adorable woman. But she is a closed case, who knows if you ever get her attention the way you want. You don't even know if she plays on the same team. And when she does so…will an independent woman who is sure of her right place in this world ever fall for an arrogant bitch like you? She cleared her throat and tried to think of something to say. What wasn't that easy, with her eyes wandering over Olivia's very tight shirt. What exactly were they talking about some seconds ago?
Oh yeah…me looking shitty. What a start of the day… Alex gathered all her strength and fought her sight back to Olivia's face. This task wasn't much easier because of the oh-so-kissable lips but she had to give it a try anyway.
"You know, the independent woman, sitting in front of you, tried to wallpaper her apartment all alone and failed miserably." She offered it as a little piece of self-criticism but smiled because of her own stupidity. Maybe she could get the detective into some renovation. No, she wasn't being selfish; not at all. It was more about giving the detective a chance to stay in good shape. She was a woman after all, a blonde woman who knew how to look helpless, if she needed to do so.
"That sounds like some fun." said Olivia, looking the woman sitting on her desk up and down. ADA Cabot in some tight top and shorts; a paint brush in one hand and some wallpaper in the other, what a picture. But her imagination did not end with the blonde woman standing in the middle of her bedroom ready to renovate it. It was much more in the bed with Alex on top of her. She coughed before facing Alex again.
"That's what it could have been, if I hadn't done it for the first time…You know what they say, detective, the very first time is always the most difficult…" she explained in a husky voice. Alex winked at the detective, trying to gauge the other woman's reaction. Did the confident detective really blush? Or was it just her wishful thinking playing little tricks with her? No, Olivia did in fact look down for some seconds, trying to cover her embarrassment. Point taken, Alex. Let's see how far you can go?
Wait, where are those thoughts coming from? And what do they mean? Do you really want to make a fool of yourself, Cabot? But on the other hand, how do you want to fulfil your secret dreams, when you don't dare to hit the road? Take a deep breath! You're a grown woman; you know how to handle yourself. While absorbed in her thoughts, Alex didn't recognize how the detective got out of her chair. Olivia was now standing right in front of her, gazing at her with those deep brown eyes, giving Alex one of her lopsided smiles.
"Yeah, I heard about it, but it's already too long ago to really remember this special time. So, what do you think about me giving you a hand, counsellor. Feeling brave enough?" Olivia arched an eyebrow and looked the prosecutor straight in her eyes. Why was she flirting with Alex? It wasn't as if they shared more than a professional relationship. Sometimes they went for a drink or even ate dinner together, but there had never been something more. For Olivia Alex meant much much more, however she had never reacted on it. Olivia felt her heart racing up to an unhealthy speed, when Alex didn't answer in the first place. The detective bit her tongue. Had she already screwed up everything? Had she said too much? Or was Alex just considering the right answer to her stupid question? Olivia was ready to get a wigging when the blonde finally began to speak.
"I don't know…If you feel brave enough to get dirty, I'll look forward to see you. Above all I need to tip some velvet and it's not that much fun when I have to do it on my own, you know." Alex offered suggestive. Sure, she was talking about her velvet couch. What else could she have in mind? Olivia beamed. Ok, maybe Olivia Benson did read the book…
"Wouldn't want to miss that for a sec'. When do you want me to come?" Olivia couldn't stop those words from floating. And she couldn't erase the smile off her face. She really enjoyed this. She would head out of the precinct just in time. She would head straight to Alex's apartment, not wanting to waste any minute. Not wanting to be apart from Alex for longer than absolutely necessary. Alex looked around before leaning into Olivia's personal space.
"You know what it's like, detective, business before pleasure." Alex winked before adding: "Come over around 4 p.m., if that's ok by you. You have my address?" Alex asked matter-of-factly; as if she hadn't just flirted with the most beautiful woman in the whole state. What was she thinking, the most beautiful woman on this whole damn planet.
Wow, the morning had in fact turned out to be on top of my 'favourite mornings'-list. The only one that could outrange it would be an awakening next to my detective. My? Since when did you call her yours? Mine…that sounds so good. Mine, yeah, that's what she's going to be, if I can help it.
"Yeah, I've got it. I guess I see you then. If there is something coming up, I'm going to call you…you know, I have no control over New York's perps," Olivia said and was ready to let Alex go when it stroke her. She didn't have a clue what Alex was here for in the first place. Even though the other detectives hadn't been here so far, so that they couldn't give Olivia one of their knowing smiles, she didn't want Alex to come over again. That would take her quite some time and than they couldn't meet by time. Just thinking about the meeting made her life a brighter place. Did Alex know what power she held over Olivia?
"Alex? What did you come here for?...I mean, don't get me wrong, I liked this encounter a lot, but I don't want you to spent another ten minutes ride just for coming over here for a second time." Olivia tried to make her point clear. Alex gave her a little smile before taking a warrant out of her briefcase, waving it about Olivia's face.
"Here you go. You can thank me later, detective." And with those words the ADA left the precinct. Mesmerized by the swaying of the blonde's hips, Olivia slumped down in her chair. She was full of anticipation of what the day would bring.
Fin Part 1
Remember: As a German I am not used to figure of speech (or suggestiveness for that matter), so it was a little difficult for me. But I hope you enjoyed this little warming-up nevertheless. You want to know if those two manage to renovate Alex's apartment without any…interruptions? Than I need some feedback…pretty please.