Ch. 2

Olivia stood at the edge of her hallway waiting impatiently.

She had nothing on but a pair of lace boy shorts that didn't leave much to the imagination.

She licked her lips with the sound of the key turning in her front door lock.

"Liv! I brought a bottle of wine! Actually, I bought two in case we needed to talk this…"

The blonde's eyes widened at the site in front of her.

It was abundantly clear that Olivia had one thing on her mind, and one thing only.

"Guess you don't want to talk?" She teased abandoning the wine on the kitchen counter.

"Can we just fuck?" Olivia growled, finally connecting with the blonde.

"Yes ma'am." she said grinning, her hand already on Olivia's bare breasts, their lips crashing into each other's as they fumbled towards Olivia's bedroom.

Hands roaming, clothes falling to the floor, tongues twisting…

It wasn't romantic or even thoughtful, though it was familiar and satisfying.

An afternoon of pent up nerves or energy or whatever it was, Olivia needed a release and she wasn't far from her goal.

They had barely made it onto the bed when Olivia spread the blonde's legs wider, sinking her mouth against her clit. "Jesus Liv!" she hissed as Olivia's tongue soon sent her over the edge.

Moments later, it was the blonde that was between Olivia's thighs, her tongue against Olivia's clit. Her fingers thrusting in and out of her, knowing what Olivia wanted, what she needed.

Olivia breath hitched and her body shook as she came...

The blonde looked up from between Olivia's legs, "better babe?" She asked with a sly grin.

Olivia returned the grin.

"Better, God so much better," Olivia said not having to hide the fact that she had yet to compose herself.

The blonde made her way behind Olivia curling up behind her, her body fitting perfectly against her.

She gently kissed the back of Olivia's neck, her shoulders, then softly ran the tips of her fingers over her breast, and then up and down her bare torso.

Olivia's eyes were closed, reeling in the sensation.

Reeling in the comfort.

This woman knew the cure for whatever ailed Olivia Benson.

"Carrie?" Olivia whispered, now turning slowly towards her.

"Hmm?"

"Will you stay?"

Carrie gave a comforting smile, "of course babe. You know I'll always stay."

Olivia snuggled back against her, her fingers playing with the ends of her lover's hair.

Carrie watched as Olivia lost herself in her thoughts.

AOAOAOAOAOAO

"So you are taking the job?"

"Liv," Alex said, standing there in her bare feet, biting her bottom lip.

Olivia still dressed in work clothes, her Detective's badge and gun on her hip, stood in Alex's apartment, waiting for the best explanation Alex could provide her tired eyes and aching heart.

Ales was leaving her again.

"Yes, I'm taking the job." Alex hesitated as she confirmed. "It makes sense. It's a good move. I'll be moving up."

How was Olivia going to argue that it wasn't a great career move for Alex, that she didn't know that it was exactly what Alex needed to do.

Alex took a deep breath in and out to prepare her argument when Olivia didn't respond.

"Olivia, why shouldn't I take it? I've been bouncing around the DA's office for a while now, hell, since I got back from the Congo... What's left for me here?

"I'm here."

The words fell out of Olivia's mouth before she could stop them.

Alex swallowed hard before making her way towards Olivia.

Olivia backed away.

"Liv don't…"

"No, I shouldn't have said that. I shouldn't have even… God, I…"

"All I have is you here," Alex confirmed.

And that wasn't enough.

Staying in a city, not taking a job in D.C. because of a best friend, that neither one had the guts to confess they had more than "just friends" feelings for… no, it wasn't enough to stay.

"Liv it's an hour and a half flight, and there are phones…" Alex justified. "I'll be back and forth and you can come to D.C…."

"Alex, I'm being silly of course you should go," Olivia said, wiping away the tears from her eyes. "I'm being selfish."

"You're not being selfish, you're making me feel loved."

"Well, I do love you."

In a platonic, best friend, I'll never confess my real feelings kind of I love you.

Catching Olivia off guard, Alex embraced her.

"I love you too. And I know…" Alex pulled away but stayed in close proximity. "But I have to because we…"

Aren't together.

Aren't lovers.

Because we're nothing but friends...

Olivia shook her head stopping Alex, already knowing the conversation they would never have.

This was their goodbye, again.

AOAOAOAOAOAO

"Liv?"

"Hmm?" Olivia said breaking from her thoughts.

Carrie sat up in bed and Olivia's eyes followed.

"Why do I feel like this is not about a case?" She asked sensing this wasn't Olivia's usual 'fuck to forget'.

Olivia smirked, "no it's not".

"Now do you want to talk?"

"If I say no, will that stop you from asking questions?" Olivia asked, raising her brow.

"You know it won't," Carrie grinned.

Olivia hesitated.

"Would you spill it?"

Olivia sat up, neither she nor Carrie acknowledging their nakedness as their sleeping together and in bed, conversations happened on a regular occurrence.

"Liv?" Carrie prodded.

"Alex Cabot showed up in my office today."

Carrie's eyes widened, "whoa wait… Alex Cabot, the Aleeeexandra Cabot?" She drug out.

Olivia shook her head, already regretting her admission.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And what else happened?"

"Jesus Carrie, this isn't some trashy reality show…"

"Oh no, this is WAAAAY better. Alex Cabot showing up in your office. I need details. I need to know if you were losing your shit? Was she hot as you remember?"

Olivia couldn't help but grin. This is why she loved Carrie. Olivia didn't have a ton of women friends, mainly from the nature of her job, so besides having Carrie be the best fuck buddy she had ever had, she had also become her best friend and confidant.

"She was Alex."

"Oh God, Liv stop!"

"No I mean, yes she was beautiful, but she was Alex. That thing, her thing. Yes, it's physical, she looked amazing... but the way she carries herself, how smart she is, and that subtle flirtiness…"

"I have never seen you like this!"

"Like what?"

"You're still in love with her."

"I'm not in love with her. It's, it's infatuation, its attraction. I'm not in love."

"You never talked about me like that and we've actually had sex with each other, unlike you and Cabot!"

"Can we just not talk about this anymore?" Olivia plead.

"Liv, the things you told me before about Alex, she's not a villain. She was your best friend, that you happened to have feelings for."

"Alex and I, we're not, we're not friends… anymore. Things have changed."

"So seeing her today, you didn't feel anything for her? You didn't send out the booty call so I could help you get over your afternoon with Ms. Cabot?" Carrie questioned as sat up straight pulling away from the headboard. "Oh God! Where you picturing having sex with her while we were…"

"Shut up!"

"You were!"

"I was not!"

Carried laughed, knowing how much she loved to rile up Olivia.

"So why is she here?

"She said work, and to see me."

"Mmhmm sounds like she misses you, that she's looking to make amends."

"She asked me to have a drink or dinner with her while she's in town."

"So when are you meeting her?"

"I said I'd call her."

"Are you insane?"

"Carrie, I can't just pick up where we left off! Pretend I haven't spoken to her in over a year. And she left New York 4 years ago. We're not the same people, we're not best friends anymore!"

Carrie took Olivia's hands into her own.

"All kidding aside, when you used to tell me about Alex, I knew she was different from your other friendships, your other relationships. There is a reason she keeps coming back into your life. Would you not be so fucking stubborn or so fucking scared, and just have the drink…"

Olivia took a deep breath.

"Carrie, I spent 20 minutes with her this afternoon and look what she did to me."

"Yeah look what she does to you."