A/N - As you all can probably tell, I'm a little obsessed with fashion. So I posted the link to my Polyvore account on my profile page so you can see what's in my head when I dress these girls (although I do prefer to undress them).


-Chapter 2-

The days passed in their usual cloud of chaos. New cases, new victims, new perps. New kisses, new touches, new nights. Olivia, Rollins, Amaro, Fin, Munch, and the Captain continued with business as usual. But Alex was busy training for her new position. She had held the job of Bureau Chief for Homicide before, under the supervision of Jack McCoy, but that all seemed like a lifetime ago. She was fresh out of WitSec and felt nothing like herself. She became engaged, cheated on her fiancé with a coworker, and generally went through her days in a haze. Many years ago, indeed.

Finally, Friday showed up and put a smile on everyone's face. Even the Captain was whistling a happy tune to see this hellish week fall by the wayside. That happy tune turned into a gasp of shock when none other than Abbie Carmichael strolled into the precinct, Louboutins clicking on the hard tiled floor.

"Hey Don! What the hell are you still doin' workin' Sex Crimes?"

"Better question, Carmichael. What the hell are you doing in New York? I thought they shipped your ass down to DC," he quipped as the two old pals went in for a long overdue embrace.

"Well it's been over a decade. I missed your ugly mug. Where's Benson and her sweet ass?"

"Up in the crib. But you know how she gets, Abbie. You probably shouldn't…" But Abbie was already headed for the stairs, a woman on a mission. Left in her wake were Rollins and Amaro, two very confused detectives, left to wonder who this beautiful creature was and what in the world she was doing in the 1-6. Abbie knocked twice on the solid door but got no response. So, in a very Abbie-like fashion, she decided to just bust in instead. Olivia was in a state of complete slumber, even a sledge hammer being thrown through the window couldn't have woken her up.

"Olivia," Abbie whispered. But nothing. "Olivia," she said a little louder. But the detective didn't even flinch. Abbie took off her heels, threw her $3,000 bag on the ground, and hoisted herself up on the mattress, jumping up and down with all her might, rolling Olivia around on the bed like a rag doll.

"What the fuck…" Olivia started to wake up and said with a gravely, sleep-filled voice.

"Morning, sunshine!"

"Carmichael? What the fuck are you doing?!" This time, she was wide awake and loud enough to hear from three floors up.

Abbie decided she could let herself down from the bed now that she had accomplished her goal, and gave Olivia a huge, wet kiss on the cheek. "That's for making my best friend the happiest girl in the world," she said with a huge, shit-eating grin.

The detective let out a big belly laugh and rolled into an upright position, pulling her boots to her feet. "Well shit Abbie, that was one hell of a thank you. I thought your plane didn't get in 'til 7?"

"My day ended early so I caught an earlier flight out. Serena won't be here 'til 7 though. Care to escort a lady to dinner, Detective?"

"What lady would you be referring to, because I sure as shit don't see any in this room." The brunettes shared a laugh as Abbie punched Olivia square in the shoulder, and then proceeded to put her heels back on and grab her purse off the concrete.

xx

The detective and the attorney ate a huge meal at Rosa Mexicano in Midtown, chatting like the old buddies they were. They discussed work, politics, Alex, Serena, Olivia's long hair, Abbie's new engagement ring, and a few more risqué topics after the third glass of sangria. At 6:30, Abbie left for LaGuardia to pick up her beloved, and Olivia went home to get ready for a night on the town with her three favorite girls. As she was headed down 18th to hail a cab, her iPhone vibrated in her pocket.

"Benson."

"Hey beautiful, how was your day?"

"Hi sweetie. God, it's good to hear your voice," she said as a smile crept over her face. "The usual. We finally closed the Murphy case from last week. And Abbie kissed me."

"Abbie what?!" Olivia chuckled at Alex's stern tone.

"On the cheek, babe. Her flight got in early so she surprised me at the precinct. We just finished dinner and she went to pick up Serena from the airport."

"Jesus Benson. You should lead with the details next time. So where are you headed now?"

"I just got a cab. I'm going home to make myself pretty, or die trying."

"Oh, babe, you're the most gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, amazing woman in the world. You always look pretty," Alex said with what sounded like mock-sincerity but was totally true.

"You certainly have a way with words, Counselor," Olivia laughed. "But you're full of shit. I'll see you in about an hour. Love you."

"Love you more."

xx

An hour and 20 minutes later, two blondes and two brunettes were standing outside of Alex's brownstone on the Upper West Side trying to hail a cab. You'd think this would be easier, considering how each woman was dressed. Alex was wearing a royal blue one-shoulder silk dress, Olivia was wearing a black bandage dress with a plunging neckline, Abbie was wearing a strapless bustier dress in a dusty rose, and Serena was wearing a navy blue dress in a floral silk jacquard. Everyone had on sky-high heels. Everyone wore either a black blazer or a black leather jacket. Everyone looked stunning. And every single cab kept on driving. So the girls headed down 78th and over to Broadway in hopes that their luck would improve.

A long drive downtown through the busy Manhattan nightlife and a short walk through the cobble-stone streets of SoHo, and the four women walked right into the doors of Sway, bypassing the red velvet rope and huge line that was waiting outside. Just one of the perks of having a police badge, Olivia thought to herself.

Alex and Olivia went straight back toward the bathrooms while Abbie and Serena found four empty barstools. They sat down next to each other, still holding hands, every so often glancing down and gazing in wonder and contentment at their newly sparkling ring fingers. As the bartender came up, they ordered their first drinks of the night. Well, technically Abbie's fourth, but that sangria buzz was long gone.

"Jack and Coke for me, and a dirty martini for my fiancée," Abbie said with the biggest smile in the world, every one of her perfectly white teeth on display. Serena showed a matching smile in return which may have been even bigger than the brunette's.

"I can't believe we're finally engaged," the blonde said.

"Eight years of the most fun I've ever had, and 50 or 60 more to come," Abbie replied.

"Do you think Alex and Olivia will get married?" Serena asked while she took the first sip of her martini. "Fuck! This is really good."

"Well my my, Miss Southerlyn, I do believe my foul mouth has begun to rub off on you."

"Begun? Sweetie, I think we're way past that. Your mouth started rubbing off on me about an hour after our first date." Abbie walked herself right into that one, and both women let out a big laugh. "But seriously, do you think they'll last?"

"Ya know, I really do. Alex has loved Olivia since the day she laid eyes on her, God help her. And Olivia, although she hasn't been invested for as many years, doesn't jump into things lightly. I've known her for a long time, and if she says she's with Alex for the long haul, then I fuckin' believe her."

Just a hundred feet away in a very noisy bathroom, Alex and Olivia were making up for lost time. They hadn't seen each other since the previous morning, and hadn't gotten their hands on each other since Tuesday night. But now, hands were everywhere. Alex's dress was lifted up to her waist, Olivia's fingers teasing the sides of her nude lace thong. Alex's hands were firmly planted on Olivia's breasts, generously up for inspection as her dress provided a less than modest amount of cleavage. Olivia's right hand finally dipped just a little lower, pushing the lace aside and coating two fingers in smooth, wet heat.

"Oh my God…" Alex breathed out, much louder than intended.

"Sweetie, you have to be quiet," Olivia whispered into Alex's ear in a husky tone of voice. "We're in public." At that last word, Alex lost all composure. She pulled one hand down from a full breast and pushed Olivia's fingers inside her, kissing her on the mouth to muffle her own screams that were sure to follow.

Once Olivia found a rhythm, Alex moved her lowered hand up to twist into silky brown hair, gently pulling and tugging on the strands. A few thrusts from Olivia's very dexterous hand and a few swipes of her thumb over Alex's swollen clit, and she almost lost her footing. Her legs wobbled and her entire body shook, but Olivia held her in strong arms and continued kissing swollen lips.

"I love you, Alex," she whispered through tender kisses.

"Love you more," Alex gasped breathlessly.

Olivia kept a strong grasp on Alex's hand as they made their way back toward the bar, knowing how long it took her to come down from an orgasm. When they finally spotted Abbie and Serena, they saw the back of another blonde talking with the couple.

"Hey you two! Over here!" Abbie exclaimed as everyone in the bar turned their heads. "I'm no expert, but pissing usually only takes a few minutes. And it's awfully rude to fuck each other while Serena and I are out here all by our lonesome."

"Shut up, Abbie. You're not even alone," Alex retorted as Amanda Rollins turned her head to say hello to her coworkers.

"Rollins! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Hey Benson. I was supposed to meet up for a blind date but she never showed. And then I recognized Abbie from earlier today at the precinct, so I thought I'd introduce myself to your friends," Amanda replied.

"Well you'll fit right in. As long as you can drink, you can hang," Olivia said with a chuckle.

The three newcomers ordered their drinks. A Stella for Olivia, a margarita for Alex, and Captain and Coke for Amanda. They laughed and joked and made fun of each other for hours, catching up on recent events and life changes and just happy to be in the company of good friends.

"So Benson," Amanda said around midnight and after three or four drinks, "how are you handling sex with girls?"

"Well shit, Rollins. That's pretty forward!"

"Oh give it up, Olivia. You're among friends," Serena piped up, her usual reserved demeanor out the window after her second drink.

Olivia looked over to Alex for help, but she just shrugged her shoulders and licked the salt from the rim of her empty glass. That was just about enough to send Olivia into overdrive.

"Since you're all hornballs and scumbags, I refuse to indulge you," she said with an arched eyebrow as everyone laughed. "But I will tell you this much. I'm taking my girl home and fucking her senseless," Olivia looked directly into Alex's clear blue eyes, "right now."