Musings of a Woman In Love

Title: Musings of a Woman In Love

Author: OLIVIAplusALEX4eva

Disclaimer: Not mine but... My 16th birthday is March 31st... hint-hint

Warnings: Mentions Olivia's mother's rape. Beware, femmeslash. I shouldn't even have to warn you, all love should be accepted among everyone whether it be same–sex or heterosexual. Gender of both the parties shouldn't make a difference. Anyways, contains femmeslash between two consenting adult females. The whole topic of EO, I believe, is highly overused and other pairings need to be shown no matter what type of sexual orientation.

Genre: Romance / Angst

Rating: Rated T for language

Summary: What does Alexandra Cabot think of her brunette lover, Olivia. Get inside her head when she thinks of the beautiful NYPD Detective Olivia Benson.

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I watch you sleep peacefully in my warm embrace. We're laying in our bed, in our apartment. I feel so giddy and overjoyed to be here right now, to be with you.

I'm lucky you came home last night. I'm extremely fortunate every time you walk through the threshold of our apartment door. All because of your dangerous, precarious career as a NYPD Detective for Manhattan SVU.

Every time you come home at night, I can release the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

I love you. Do you know that? Do you know that every day I pray at least a hundred times that you'll return to me at night, without harm or injury?

You are the light of my life, as corny as that must seem, it's true. I hate to see you vulnerable when a case hits too close to home for comfort. I know about your past, about your mother's past. Don't you get it? Your past is your past, it was out of your hands. Just put it behind you.

You're better than your bastard father. He should be called a sperm donor instead; that's all he was to you. You've admitted that much to yourself already.

Whenever you tell me that you love me, it's poignantly touching.

I know sometimes I act impersonal when I'm at work but I just wanted to let you know that it's just my job facade. I may act like an 'ice princess' but I'm not. You, of all people, should know that.

I'm lulled to a sense of contentment when I concentrate on the comforting sound of your deep, even breathing. I look down at your chest and see it fall and rise ritualistically. So comforting.

The translucent curtains are letting in so much annoying light, but I'm afraid you'll wake up if I jostle you too much by getting out of bed, so I stay as inert as possible.

The light streaming in through the curtains is hitting your face in vertical slants. You groan and lift your hand above your eyes trying to block the sunlight.

About an hour later, you roll over, off your back, to face me. You smile into my chest as you wake up. "Good morning, honey," I murmur into your short, butchy hair. Letting a smile grace my lips, I gently nudge you fully awake to get ready to start our day of work.

I love you, Olivia.

R&R! please and thank you. This was just a one-shot longish drabble