ROUND 3
Alex rubbed her forehead trying to clear her mind. She was riding the elevator up to the 5th floor of the precinct. It had been six days since her second encounter with Olivia in her office and she was having even more difficulty focusing. She had seen Olivia since that day. It was hard not to given how closely they worked together. However, besides a few questionably surreptitious looks, there was still no acknowledgment of anything. Alex was having a harder time convincing herself that she didn't mind. Part of the problem was that in other circumstances and with other women, she wouldn't mind. In fact, she'd prefer it. But, this felt different somehow. And try as she might, Alex couldn't stop thinking about Olivia. Her touch, her body, everything.
To be so utterly disarmed by anyone felt threatening to her identity. And the fact that she couldn't focus on work was, well, alarming. After all, she was a disciplined, smart, accomplished attorney. She wasn't some vile 13 year-old boy with a hard-on. Get a grip, she told herself.
She continued to fidget uncomfortably waiting for the elevator to make its way up. She smoothed down her gray skirt and adjusted her white blouse. She suddenly felt claustrophobic. The elevator doors opened before she could register the sound of the bell announcing she had arrived. With a deep breath, she pushed on and walked towards the pen.
Pausing in the doorway, her eyes laser-focused on the back of the brunette detective that was haunting her every thought. Olivia was laughing, leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed up on top of her desk. The general atmosphere in the pen seemed overly jovial and Alex was immediately annoyed.
She cleared her throat to make her presence known which drew Elliot's attention. He was smiling, probably at the same thing Olivia was laughing about. His smile remained as he met Alex's gaze. The two had "made up" since the McKenzie incident. Or whatever you call it when one person is a fucking moron and the other is doing her job and they somehow find peace. Ugh, she didn't mean that. Poor Elliot - for some reason, he was such an easy target for her frustration.
"Hey Cabot" he said.
Olivia turned her head back when she heard Elliot and made eye contact with Alex. Her smiled faded and she dropped her feet from the desk.
"Hey Cabot" she repeated, before turning back. So original, Alex thought, even more annoyed than before.
"Hey Alex, have you ever heard of a rat king?" Munch asked. "Olivia doesn't think it's real."
She gave him a classic Cabot ice-stare.
"Munch, you're an idiot" Olivia said flatly but with enough playfulness to draw laughs from the other detectives.
"Are we ready with the Delaney files?" Alex asked coldly, setting aside her briefcase on an empty desk.
She wasn't sure why she was being such a bitch. She supposed it was because she was annoyed with the Olivia situation. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. Truth be told, she was quite excited by the Olivia situation. Too excited, in fact. She was annoyed with Olivia. Ok, even less accurate. She was annoyed with herself for being so consumed by it all. Despite the fact that she had more or less kicked Olivia out of her office after their last encounter, she still felt out of control. Fuck me, she thought.
"Got 'em right here" Elliot said as he handed Alex four manila folders.
"Thank you" she said politely and grabbed her briefcase, turning to leave.
"Hey Cabot, we're going out for a drink. You wanna come?" Elliot inquired after her.
She turned to politely decline, which was more or less habit at this point. As she did, she felt Olivia's gaze burning into her. She refused to look in her direction.
On second thought, maybe it wasn't the worst idea on the planet. Maybe a drink would be good for her. And sure, maybe being around Olivia would help with… well, whatever the fuck was happening to her.
She sighed heavily, dropping the files to her side, "Sure, what the hell."
Her response was met by instantaneous cheering from the detectives. It almost made her smile. Fin improvised a rap in her honor. It was god-awful and barely even rhymed but it was enough to make the smile creeping up her face turn into a light laugh.
Olivia threw her a smile. In that moment, Alex got a weird sense of deja vu. Like she had subconsciously noted how beautiful the brunette was many times before but hadn't fully let herself reconcile what that actually could mean.
"Ok, enough, don't make me regret this before we even get there" she said, recovering from her brief reverie.
Twenty minutes later, they were somewhat comfortably seated at a six-person booth at the back of Flannery's. Alex and Olivia had ended up on the same side, sharing the three-seat. Munch and Stabler were directly across from them and Fin straddled a backwards chair at the head of the table.
The mood was cheerful. They had all closed difficult cases in the last week with positive results so there was a reason to celebrate. Fin left to bring back drinks for the table.
Alex crossed her legs, shifting in her seat. She couldn't be sure but thought she felt Olivia glance down.
Fin returned with beers and shots for everyone at the table.
"Don't worry, Alex, I'll drink your shot" Munch offered.
Alex reached out quickly and snagged two of the tequila shots. She downed one and then the other effortlessly.
Met with shocked looks from the table, she said, "I'm sorry, Munch, I must have misheard you. I thought you offered me your shot."
The table erupted in laughter and Elliot punched Munch in the shoulder. "She got you, buddy." Munch winced dramatically and rubbed his arm.
After a few drinks, everyone was fairly relaxed. Alex nursed her beer, wanting to pace herself after the two inaugural tequila shots. Despite the actually enjoyable company, Alex still felt uncomfortable and mildly suffocated sitting so close to Olivia. On the one hand, the configuration meant she couldn't openly stare at her like a stupid puppy but on the other hand, the proximity of Olivia's body to her own was making her slightly heady. She briefly wondered if the detective was feeling the same way.
A moment later, Olivia's knee touched hers. Alex couldn't tell if it was intentional or not and Olivia moved her knee away immediately. Still, the touch sent electricity through her body.
Alex crossed her legs again, more to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling between her thighs than for any other reason. This time, she was almost certain she felt the detective's eyes glance downward.
Feeling somewhat courageous after the shots and to test her theory, Alex scooted up in her seat making it more difficult for anyone else, besides Olivia, to see what she might or might not be doing in her lap. She removed the hand that was holding her beer on the table and brought it down to rest atop her right thigh.
After a few moments, Olivia slightly angled herself towards Alex, effectively blocking out Fin's view at the head of the table. With her hypothesis confirmed, she began lightly caressing the top of her leg before slowly moving her hand down to her inner thigh.
Although it was barely audible, she definitely heard Olivia gasp. Fuck it, she thought. Alex kept her eyes forward nodding as appropriate in the group conversation but beneath the table, her hand crept inward and up until she uncrossed her leg and slipped her hand inside her panties, slowly running her fingers through her wetness.
Olivia immediately dropped her left hand from the table and squeezed her own knee, hard. Alex could see her clench and unclench her fist. The effect she was having on Olivia was, in turn, having a similar effect on Alex and she literally felt herself grow wetter.
"Liv?" Elliot asked loudly.
"Yeah, yeah" she responded after a second, obviously not paying attention. "Sorry, what was the question, El?" she cleared her throat.
"The question was Marry, Fuck, Kill... Anderson, Gomez or Waters?"
"Uhhhh…" Olivia seemed to be having trouble focusing.
"Ok, ok. Umm... marry Gomez because he has a cute dog. Fuck Anderson because she's a little bit sexy when she takes her hair out of her bun. And kill Waters, I hate that asshole. In fact, I'll fuck Gomez' dog if I can just kill Waters."
The table exploded with laughter and the game moved on to its next victim. "Ok, Munch. Marry, Fuck, Kill... your ex-wife... Judge Donnelly... or your second ex-wife?" Olivia asked.
In the wake of the laughter and distraction she created, Olivia had scooted over closer to Alex. Her left hand immediately came to rest on Alex's right thigh. She stroked it while Alex continued to run her own fingers through her slit, certain that Olivia could see and feel the movement. In the next moment, Olivia grabbed Alex's wrist almost painfully, stopping her. She pushed the hand aside and reached under Alex's skirt to replace Alex's hand with her own, exploring her folds, dipping in and drawing her fingers upward. Alex's body froze and before she knew it, her hand grabbed Olivia's wrist, urging her on.
Fuuccckkk, Alex thought. She was going to have use every ounce of strength not to moan… or even breathe for that matter. Olivia's fingers continued to slide through her slick folds. She paused at Alex's now throbbing clit and rubbed lightly.
She couldn't take this. Her body was so tense and the urge to come all over Olivia's hand was too strong to be ignored. She had to get out of there. Even though she hated to do it, she pushed Olivia's hand away. She lifted her thigh up slightly to relieve some of the tension.
"Can I scoot out?" she turned to ask Olivia loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Sure" Olivia said.
"Leaving us already?" Munch asked eagerly.
"Down boy, I'm just going to the ladies' room" Alex responded.
"Good idea, I'll go with." Olivia said and slid out of the booth first, stepping aside to wait as Alex slid out after her. Alex walked ahead to the bathroom which was located on the opposite end of the bar. She could feel Olivia's eyes on her as she followed behind.
She pushed upon the door to the single-occupant ladies room and was halfway inside when the closing door was pushed open again. Alex was immediately turned around and forced against the door. Olivia's body followed to pin her further and she closed the latch above Alex's head. They caught each other's eyes only for a second before their mouths crashed together. Alex moaned immediately, losing herself in the perfect, wet lips of the detective. Their tongues touched and began exploring, causing a groan from the detective.
Olivia pulled away and their eyes met again. "You're a fucking tease" she said. She didn't wait for a response and instead began kissing down Alex's jaw before moving up to her ear.
At the same time, Olivia's left hand traveled up from Alex's hip to her right breast. Olivia moaned at the feel.
"God, do you know how much will power it takes not to fuck you every time I see you?" She kissed down below Alex's ear, nipping not-so-lightly at the sensitive skin.
At the same time, Olivia's right hand reached under Alex's skirt to caress her inner thigh. "But you're perfectly calm all the time like nothing has happened" she continued.
Alex whimpered as Olivia's hand drifted closer to her throbbing center.
"And somehow that makes me want it even more because deep down I know you want it too. And the only time I have any control is when I'm fucking you."
Alex's head was about to explode. The hand beneath her skirt was beyond distracting but Olivia's confessions were perhaps even harder to ignore. It was the most either had ever acknowledged about what was going on and Alex wasn't sure how to respond, it was all true. Luckily, at that moment, Olivia fingered her over her panties. Alex practically screamed with need.
"Tell me you want it" Olivia said, back in control.
"No" Alex responded quickly, refusing to give up control that easily.
"Tell me you want it" Olivia repeated more forcefully, squeezing her breast in emphasis.
After a few moments and as Olivia's thumb moved over her nipple, Alex acquiesced.
"I want it."
"Good girl" Olivia said with that cocky smile that made Alex wet all over again. Olivia's mouth met hers and somehow they reached a new level of desperation, hands roughly grabbing each other, tongues sparring for control, tasting, moaning.
Alex was tempted to just let Olivia have her way with her then and there but she had an overwhelming feeling that it wouldn't be enough this time.
"My place" Alex said before she could stop herself.
"What?" Olivia asked, lost in Alex's mouth.
"My place. Let's go to my place" she said quickly through kisses. She forced the words out so she couldn't take them back.
Olivia pushed Alex's panties aside and ran a single finger through her slit elliciting a loud moan from Alex.
"Address" Olivia demanded.
Alex couldn't breathe let alone remember her address. Olivia removed her hand and squeezed her thigh.
"Tell me your fucking address, Alex" Olivia stated forcefully and moved her hand back to rub two fingers across Alex's clit.
Alex was having trouble focusing. "Fuck.. God... ummmm, 101 East 82nd, Apartment 34A."
Olivia stopped the movement of her fingers over Alex's clit which made Alex insane and positioned them just outside her opening. It felt like a test to Alex and she knew she would fail... or ace it... fuck, she didn't even know what the right answer was anymore but did know that she desperately wanted Olivia inside her. She pushed her hips forward, impaling herself on Olivia's fingers and moaned loudly.
After a moment, Olivia pushed Alex's hip back with her free hand and pulled her fingers out from inside her, reasserting her control. Alex whimpered and let her head thud back against the door.
Olivia bit down roughly on Alex's neck and pulled back. Alex brought her head forward to meet her gaze.
"Leave now" Olivia husked.
...ROUND 3 TO BE CONTINUED...