WARNING: While this scene doesn't contain a threesome, it does describe some pretty clear exhibitionism involving a third party. It also continues along the BDSM relationship line, but there's no real bondage or pain involved. That's all we're going to say without giving the rest of the story away.
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Chapter Two:
Olivia stood near the bar, watching as people milled around her. She took a sip of champagne from her second glass of the night and let her eyes roam over the crowd. Alex was easily noticeable: her blonde hair flowing gracefully over her bare shoulders, the winter-green of her strapless dress stark against her smooth, pale skin. Olivia glanced down at her watch, counting the minutes until she was able to whisk the attorney back to their bedroom. She was more than supportive of Alex and her career, and understood the politics of the job. She even enjoyed watching Alex network. The woman was a master at it, her eyes sparkling as she slipped a graceful smile, always regal, always poised. Olivia liked watching her control the room. It made her feel even more fulfilled when the blonde turned over that miraculous control and even more beautiful body to Olivia every once in awhile.
"Better pace yourself, Detective. Alex is on a roll tonight."
Olivia recognized Elizabeth Donnelly's voice and looked over as the Bureau Chief took a sip of champagne "Isn't she always?" she replied with a smile, edging back to the bar. Across the room, Alex was hobnobbing with several suited gentleman, winning them over with a smile and an academic anecdote, no doubt. Olivia nodded towards Donnelly's glass. "Looks like you're pacing yourself." From what she'd heard from Alex, Donnelly was strictly a liquor kind of woman. The delicate flute of champagne seemed out of place in the older woman's hand.
Donnelly raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, Detective, one too many bourbons and I'd start telling these people what I really think of them."
Olivia chuckled. "We wouldn't want that."
The older woman cracked a semblance of a smile. "No, we wouldn't." She looked over at Olivia with an expression the detective couldn't quite read. "Alex, on the other hand, is a pro at this. I blame it on her mother's impeccable breeding. Kathleen drilled the manners into her and her Uncle drilled in the legal jargon. She was a lost cause from the start." Donnelly glanced at Olivia. "You don't want to work the room with her? You two make quite a couple: the hard-line ADA and the stoic NYPD detective."
Olivia shook her head and hoped the flush creeping into her cheeks would disappear. "Alex's record speaks for itself," she replied demurely. "She's the best ADA New York's got right now."
Donnelly nodded, still glancing at Olivia with a calculating eye. "Political points aside, I've never seen Alex so happy. You must be doing something right."
Olivia took a sip of her drink, the redness in her cheeks now quite visible. "Are you telling me what you really think of me?"
Donnelly gave her an amused sidelong glance. "You'll never know." She raised her glass at Olivia. "Cheers. Enjoy yourself tonight, Detective."
Olivia watched the Bureau Chief weave through the throng of people, only following her until she caught a glimpse of Alex in a far corner. For the first time in over half an hour, the blonde was by herself, her blue eyes scanning the crowd. They finally landed on Olivia, and the attorney gave her a private smile that rendered everyone else in the room obsolete. Olivia took her chance and slipped into the sea of partygoers, hoping to get a moment of reprieve with her girlfriend.
The crowd didn't make her journey easy, and as she moved across the room, she jostled more than a few elbows. "Excuse me," she said, passing by a woman with an overly large, puffed wrap around her shoulders. As she cleared the fabric hurdle, she saw Trevor Langan slide over to Alex, a pleased grin on his face as he greeted her. Olivia furrowed her brow, but attempted to muster her patience. She watched them talk for a moment, debating the pros and cons of interrupting their conversation, but lost her composure when Trevor's hand brushed the naked skin of Alex's arm just below her elbow.
Oh hell no. That would not stand.
Alex shot Olivia a half-grateful, half-pleading look as soon as she started towards them, and that only fueled her determination. Trevor finally realized that Alex was staring at someone else while he was trying to talk to her, and looked surprised to see Olivia coming at them. Taking stock of the situation, Olivia realized that Alex wasn't currently holding a flute. "Here's your drink, Alex," Olivia said, offering hers even though it was not full anymore. Trevor glanced at it suspiciously, but didn't say anything. "I'm sorry I took so long, Liz Donnelly wanted a word with me."
"What about?" Alex asked as she accepted Olivia's glass. Since it was expected, she took a long drink to keep up appearances.
"About what she really thinks of me, and you," she added. Realizing that she needed to acknowledge Trevor, Olivia offered him a reluctant greeting. "Hello, Mr. Langan. I hope you and Alex were making a deal instead of swapping secrets."
Alex gave Olivia a glare, but the detective ignored it. Normally, Olivia's class and manners were on par with Alex's despite their vastly different upbringings, but the detective had obviously chosen to be difficult for Trevor's benefit. Secretly, Alex found Olivia's possessiveness arousing, but she didn't want her lover to use that as an excuse for boorish behavior. Ever since the "incident" with the red dress, Olivia loved to hate Trevor.
"You know Alex doesn't operate that way, Olivia. We were comparing this year's music selection with last year's."
Olivia bit the inside of her lip to keep from asking what part of the conversation required Trevor to touch Alex's arm. Instead, she took a step closer, making both Trevor and Alex uncomfortable for completely different reasons. The ADA glanced discreetly down at the front of her dress to make sure that her reaction to Olivia's proximity wasn't too obvious. Her detective's maroon dress didn't help, especially since the neck and back scooped very, very low. Alex adjusted her angle slightly, partially to get a better look at herself and partially to make sure that if her appreciation of the dress was noticeable, Trevor wouldn't have a bird's eye view.
"Alex, have you met Charles Dunn?"
The blonde peered up at Trevor quickly, her brain clicking behind her studious eyes. "Only once or twice in passing, but not a substantive introduction," she answered eagerly.
Trevor glanced down at Olivia, almost as an afterthought. "Charles Dunn is majority whip in the House," he explained, condescension seeping from his tone. Olivia tossed him a sharp look, her blood beginning to boil. "Not if Cynthia Kelley takes his place in November. She's already topping him in district polls." Olivia hated when rich lawyers underestimated her. She had listened to Alex talk politics enough to know the big developments. Sure, she despised political rhetoric and rolled her eyes at most politicians she met, but she knew how important electoral politics was to becoming a District Attorney in New York. Plus, Alex was a natural at it. She was as good with the public as she was in the courtroom, and Olivia loved the idea of her girlfriend inserting some authenticity into the system.
Trevor seemed surprised at her bit of knowledge, but looked quickly back at Alex. "I'd be happy introduce you again. He's a friend of the family." He cocked his head at her and grinned knowingly, as if sharing a private joke. "And a good connection to have as you climb your way to DA."
A shade of red fluttered across Alex's chest, not from the compliment, but from the way her girlfriend had placed an arm around the small of her back. She knew Olivia thought Trevor grating and insincere, but Alex tolerated him, and she usually enjoyed the aftereffects of Olivia's interactions with Langan immensely. "I'd love to meet him," she replied. "If I'm not talking to him, then some other potential candidate is, right?"
Trevor smiled. "You're a natural at politics," he said, motioning for them. He glanced back at Olivia, and noticed the arm around Alex's back. "Detective, come along," he said, drolly. "Although, be warned, politicians aren't too keen on NYPD these days."
"Is that according to your latest polls?" she challenged, with a roll of her eye.
"It's according to everything. Corruption, ill training. Expect a shake-up before next November." He turned, not giving her time to respond, and Alex took the moment to sneak a quick kiss to Olivia's cheek.
"Don't let him bother you," she said. "He's all talk."
Alex's lips sent a small shiver of pleasure down Olivia's spine, and she followed the ADA through the crowd, unable to remove her eyes from her the blonde's lithe neck, which was laid bare by her backless dress. Watching Alex at events, watching her in her element, only increased the detective's desire, and she had an incredibly warm feeling in her abdomen as she watched the attorney glide through the crowd. She couldn't wait to get her home.
Trevor stopped in front of a large man, whose girth seemed to spill out of his suit jacket. His cheeks were rosy with alcohol, and he smiled, clapping Trevor on the back. "Langan, always good to see you." He turned away from the small group of people gathered around him, and turned his attention toward the newcomers. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Alex, a look with which Olivia was overly familiar. The baby boomers loved Alex. They thought she was the most beautiful thing since Grace Kelly. The defense attorney nodded, pulling Alex over to him, letting the tips of his fingers once again brush her arm. Olivia felt a familiar feeling of excitement, knowing that she could and would take full advantage of their play later that night.
"Charlie, this is Alexandra Cabot, Assistant District Attorney for Manhattan. Her Uncle is Bill Hermann."
Dunn's eyebrows raised in familiarity. "Ah, Bill Hermann. I've never met a man any smarter or more honorable than your Uncle," he said, extending his hand and wrapping it around Alex's, who shook it willingly. "He's fair and honest. Never met any man or woman who had a problem with him."
Alex's smile was charming. "Then you clearly haven't met my Aunt Helen," she said.
Dunn laughed loudly, tossing his head back in pleasure. "Behind every good public figure is an even shrewder woman."
Alex smiled. "You could say that. Speaking of, this is mine, Olivia Benson," she said.
Olivia reached a confident arm forward and took Dunn's hand in a quick shake. "Nice to meet you," she offered cordially.
She saw his eyes move from her own back to Alex's, a slight raise of the eyebrows. "A beautiful couple," he said warmly. Olivia felt her skin crawl.
"Benson here is a Detective with NYPD," Langan mentioned.
Dunn's eyes flashed as he looked back at Olivia, and she could see the slow wrath bubbling under his eyes. "Ah," he said, nodding. He took sip of his drink. "We've got to make some changes in that hierarchy," he said. "NYPD is losing the faith of the good people of New York. Too many accidents on duty and not enough arrests." He smiled apologetically. "Of course, we're grateful for your service to the force. It's merely our job to make sure we've got the right people running the place."
Olivia felt her anger slowly bubble. The last thing she needed was a politician telling her how police officers could do their jobs better. Before she opened her mouth, she heard Alex speak. "Well, Detective Benson's with the Special Victims Unit, which has a 75% solve rate. If you want a department to model after, hers is the one." Another charming smile, and Olivia grated her teeth against one another. Not that she didn't appreciate the effort. Of the two of them, Alex could be the most politically correct, at least when she felt like it. Olivia couldn't count the number of times the cool attorney had talked her down from career suicide. Still, she felt a flush creeping through her cheeks. She should at least be able to defend her own force from the disconsolate ramblings of a seasoned politician.
"If you're ever curious as to how the force works," Olivia said, brittleness in her tone, "I'd be happy to have you ride along one day. If you had the courage." One day in a detective's shoes was usually enough to silence even the most robust critics of the NYPD.
Trevor cut in, quickly changing the subject, and if Olivia had liked him, she would have been grateful. "ADA Cabot here is on the fast track to becoming District Attorney one day," he said, bringing the conversation back to its original purpose.
Olivia shifted, and noticed that Alex had drained the rest of her champagne. She gently reached over and took it from her. "If you'll excuse me," she said, raising it politely, grateful for an excuse to leave the circle. Alex's blue eyes searched her, but Olivia gave her a reassuring nod. "I'll be back in a moment," she said, giving her girlfriend a slight touch on the small of her back. Just that brief contact was enough to send a current of electricity shooting down her spine. She had a distinct and overpowering urge to reclaim her girlfriend from the overbearing crowd around them, to remind herself that at the end of the day, Alex was never beholden to politicians, electorates, or money. At the end of the day, Alex was simply Alex, and she willingly gave herself over to Olivia. It was a nice reminder, but also one that sent another pang of pleasure below her pelvis. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last.
As she retrieved another flute of champagne for Alex, she let her eyes move across the room, which was impressive, reminiscent of an eighteenth century ballroom. A set of regal, carpeted stairs at one end of the room led upwards towards a second floor, which Olivia assumed connected to the rest of the hotel. Small, private inlets indented themselves around the top of the second floor, and Olivia wondered if any occupants had drifted up there to get away from the stuffy, droll crowd. She had a thought run through the back of her mind, one that connected to the shooting pleasure in her groin, and she took a long sip of Alex's champagne. Maybe she wouldn't have to stall her pleasure much longer after all.
Her course decided, Olivia downed the rest of her glass, ignoring the fiery bubbles that tickled her throat, and carried the other back towards Alex. If everything went according to plan, the ADA wouldn't have time to drink it. On her way across the dance floor, Olivia purposely stopped by Liz Donnelly, who was circling the floor with Arthur Branch. "Excuse me," she said, shooting the EADA and the District Attorney her most winning smile, "do you mind if I cut in? I need a favor."
Liz obligingly stepped aside and allowed Olivia to take her place as Branch's dance partner. Actually, Olivia's plan had been to dance with Liz, but she realized that most people wouldn't have assumed that based on the way she phrased her request. Luckily, Branch would be an acceptable substitute. Olivia glanced at the drink she had gotten for Alex, wondering what she was supposed to do with it, but the EADA read her mind and took it from her. "Why don't I hold on to this for you?" she offered, giving the detective a smile and a wink.
The opening bars of another song floated over the dancefloor and Olivia allowed Branch to start them off. "I hope I'm not intruding, I just want to steal Alex away from Langan and that stuffed shirt - ... I mean..." She fumbled for a moment, remembering a second too late that Branch had endorsed Charles Dunn. "Please just pretend to talk to me for a few minutes so it won't look suspicious when I tell Alex and her admirers that you wanted to see her about work."
"Is that when you're going to kidnap her?" Branch asked in his usual drawl, looking amused rather than offended. Olivia would have let out a sigh of relief if she hadn't been watching her feet. Branch was a good dancer, but she was used to leading, and it was slightly awkward to follow someone else.
"That's the plan."
"Good for you," he said. "She's been working the room all night."
"She won't admit she needs a break, but I know those heels must be killing her." Both of them paused for a moment to look at Alex, who shone like a beacon, seemingly drawing a crowd towards her with her beauty and energy. Olivia felt her face heat up as she thought of all the things she was going to do to her lover once she got her alone and out of that dress.
"Alexandra's a smart woman. She knows that you have to rub elbows with the right people to have a chance at winning the DA's chair." The song ended and Branch released Olivia with a courtly bow, always a true Southern gentleman. "I won't be in this job forever. Even though we're at different ends of the political spectrum, I would like to see Alexandra take my place when I decide to retire. She's one of the good ones."
Olivia wasn't sure how to respond to that other than with a smile and a murmured "thank you," which could have been for the compliment towards her girlfriend or the dance. "I'd better put Operation Kidnap Alexandra Cabot into action."
"Kidnapping is a felony," Liz said, coming up beside Olivia and returning Alex's glass of champagne. "Don't get caught." She gave the detective a friendly shoulder bump and then resumed her dance with Branch.
Armed with alcohol and a plan, Olivia headed determinedly over towards her girlfriend, who was still talking with Dunn, Langan, and some other men who had joined the group during her absence. Glancing down to make sure that her dress wasn't showing anything it shouldn't, Olivia quietly inserted herself next to Alex. The ADA was unable to hide a brief shiver when she noticed the warm body beside her, and Olivia smirked. "Your drink," she said, taking advantage of a lull in the conversation. "I'm sorry it took so long. Arthur Branch asked me for a dance. He mentioned that he wanted to see you."
Alex's eyebrows lifted in surprise, then lowered suspiciously. "Oh? What did he want?" she asked.
"He didn't say," Olivia said casually. "Just that he wanted a moment of your time."
"Well, what Arthur Branch wants, Arthur Branch gets," Alex sighed. Olivia didn't pay attention as her girlfriend made her excuses and said her goodbyes. Her brain was already upstairs in one of the small inlets, peeling away Alex's dress from the porcelain skin it concealed and covering her shoulders with kisses...
"Olivia?" The detective shook herself, snapping back to reality. "Are we going?"
With one last smirk at Trevor Langan, Olivia offered her arm and led Alex away from the group of admiring men. None of them deserved her anyway.
Alex folded herself neatly into Olivia's arm, letting her fingers graze the brunette's toned bicep underneath her black blazer. She knew they made quite a pair, but was nonetheless surprised at the attention they attracted. She in her plum colored dress, Olivia matching her own height in a set of heels and a low cut shirt that seemed only appropriate when paired with the dark blazer she wore over it. She felt a pang of excitement run through her, a different sort of adrenaline than the feeling she got working the room with her colleagues. The thought of slowly undressing Olivia, at her lover's command, excited her, and she had the sudden urge to screw the gala and ask her girlfriend to just take her home. But, Arthur Branch was not someone to ignore, and she searched the room for his stout but commanding figure among the drab suits and the brightly colored dresses of Manhattan's lawyerly elite. "Olivia, I don't see Branch anywhere, do you?" she asked.
Olivia feigned a scan across the crowd, but was internally grateful toward Branch for making himself scarce. The last thing she needed was for Alex to get caught up in yet another conversation. Her own patience was wearing thin as the night waned and she wanted her girlfriend upstairs as quickly as possible. "Maybe he's upstairs," she replied casually. "It's quieter up there," she said, pointing towards the second story. "I'll walk up with you. I need a little breather anyway."
Alex paused for a moment, halting their gait, and turned towards Olivia, giving her a grateful smile, one that threatened to weaken the brunette's knees. "Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have you?" she said, her blue eyes clear.
Olivia returned the smile, leaning over and placing a chaste kiss against her lips. "You don't need to," she returned. "I love watching you work a room."
Alex let out a light, easy laugh. "Right. Better I run my own colleagues over with wonkish legal talk, so you don't have to hear it at home."
"That's right. Get all your legal jargon out now."
Alex playfully pinched Olivia's bicep, but her voice turned wistful as they continued walking towards the carpeted, spiral staircase. "Seriously, I really appreciate your support, Olivia. I know this isn't the best way to spend an evening."
Olivia scoffed. "What else would I rather be doing?" she asked innocently, feigning sincerity.
"I can think of a couple of things," Alex responded with a sideways grin at her girlfriend. As they stepped up the first few stairs, she saw Olivia turn to look at her, and caught a crooked, seductive smile.
"Only a couple?"
Alex ran her tongue slightly over her lips. Olivia's smile could reduce her to mush any time, and she welcomed the power the brunette had over her. "I'd rather be undressing you right now," she said, "and showing you just how much I appreciate you."
"Ah," Olivia sighed, her girlfriend's words sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine and into her groin as they moved to the top of the stairs. She moved her arm around Alex's back, letting her fingers graze the bare skin she found there. "I think we can arrange that. In the meantime," she said, letting her nails press harder into Alex's pale skin, "I want everyone here to know who you belong to." She smiled at the goosebumps that prickled the blonde's flesh beneath her touch, and the quick intake of breath as she pressed Alex towards one of the small private spaces. Although they had never done a scene in a public setting, they had played with exhibitionism in their apartment, leaving windows and blinds purposely open on several occasions.
Alex stopped, placing her hands on Olivia's chest. "Branch isn't looking for me," she said, a knowing glint in her eye. "He never wanted to speak with me."
Olivia gauged her girlfriend's response and, seeing the glimmer in the blue eyes, met it with a sneaky smile. "No," she answered, placing her hands on Alex's hips and pushing her inside the private half-room, which was about the size of a walk-in closet. Although it had a small balcony that looked out onto the main floor, it was shrouded in shadows and curtails. She pushed Alex against a darkened wall, allowing their bodies to press together, pleased to see the success of her endeavors manifested in Alex's hardened nipples. "But I think it's time we had our own private meeting."
"Ooh, am I being interrogated, Detective?" Alex purred, running her hands up along the warm, bare flesh of Olivia's shoulders. "Are you going to Mirandize me? Read me my rights? Should I call my attorney?"
Olivia's eyebrows rose at her lover's teasing and slightly insolent tone. If that was how Alex wanted to play it, then fine. Unintentionally or not, the mere sight of Alex working the room in her dress, turning on the charm and attracting a throng of male admirers, had roused Olivia's possessive streak. Now that she finally had Alex alone, she could show the ADA exactly who deserved her attention the most. "You have the right to remain silent," she breathed against Alex's ear, "and I suggest you do, because we don't want the people below us to hear..."
Alex gasped as Olivia's lips collided with hers, taking them in a savage kiss that caused her to sag against the wall. She barely caught herself in time, clinging to Olivia's shoulders as the detective kissed her breath away. She let out a high-pitched mewl as teeth tugged on the corner of her bottom lip, but tried to swallow it back, worried that someone else might hear her and discover them. She and Olivia had never done anything this risky before, but she couldn't deny the fact that it turned her on. Alex gasped into Olivia's mouth, flinching and then pulling the detective's body closer as skilled fingers tweaked the tip of her nipple beneath the fabric of her green dress.
"Mmm, no bra," Olivia growled beside Alex's cheek, cupping the blonde's left breast and squeezing it roughly. She knew that they had to be quiet, but that didn't mean she had to be gentle, too. If it was too much, Alex could always use her safe word. "I wonder how many of the guests were staring at these tonight." Alex's knees threatened to buckle as Olivia reached for her other breast, rubbing both nipples with her thumbs, exciting them through the silky material that still hid them from view. "They can look all they want, but only I get to touch."
"Olivia..."
The detective silenced Alex with a firm nip to the place where her neck ran into her shoulder, soothing the sore spot with warm kisses when Alex's nails bit into the exposed flesh of Olivia's back. It had only hurt for a moment, but Olivia knew that little mark would remind Alex whom she belonged to for at least the next three days. "None of them have a clue that well-bred, Manhattan socialite Alex Cabot, the woman everyone expects to become the next DA, is about to be fucked right over their heads."
Alex bit her lip to stifle a whimper, and while she was distracted, Olivia pulled down the straps of her dress, knowing the ADA would feel even more exposed and vulnerable against the cool air. The lawyer's hands moved from Olivia's shoulders to the sides of her arms, silently seeking reassurance, and Olivia brought both of them up to her lips, kissing the attorney's knuckles. Then, she placed both of Alex's palms flat against the wall.
"Keep those there and don't move them while I play with you," she instructed. "I don't want you covering yourself up."
Alex looked up in surprise and fear. "But what if-" A firm pinch to Alex's right nipple cut off her question abruptly. Olivia kept squeezing until Alex lowered her eyes again. When she let go, the small pink bud throbbed as blood started rushing back.
"I don't care if someone catches us. They can either watch me take you or leave." Alex's inner walls pulsed, and she was sure Olivia saw as well as felt her body shiver in response.
Another question rose in Alex's throat, but she cut it off, both her desire and the dark look in Olivia's eyes silencing her. She kept her hands against the wall, fingers curling into fists as the detective continued to play with her swollen nipples. The light music from downstairs, overrun with the voices of her colleagues, drifted up towards them, reminding her of their very prone position. She closed her eyes, swallowing back a yelp as Olivia's teeth caught her breast, nipping unkindly before allowing her expert tongue to soothe the pain. After a few slow, tortuous moments she moved her attention to the opposite mound of flesh, letting her teeth capture a nipple, flicking it devilishly with her tongue, until she felt Alex writhe beneath her.
She moved her opposite hand slowly up the attorney's neck, wrapping her fingers around it and pressing against the small bit of flesh that she had marred minutes earlier. She enjoyed the familiar flush the appeared on Alex's chest, her favorite telltale sign that her girlfriend was fully enjoying herself. The slight movement of Alex's pelvis against her hips let her know that the crowd below, the cool air, and Olivia's own touches were exciting her, but the detective didn't allow her fingers to drift lower down the smooth, silk material. One feel of the moisture radiating from her girlfriend would send her over the edge, and she would be unable to stop herself from taking Alex right away. Instead, she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity for all it was worth, or as long as the crowd below would allow her.
She slid her hands back up to Alex's wrists, pressing them firmly against the wall as she took a good look at her, satisfied with the attorney's heaving chest, the bite marks tarnishing her pale skin, and the wonderfully demure eyes that stared back at her in full submission. "Alex, you look exquisite," she said lowly, letting her vision roam downwards to where the silken material pooled just above her waist. The sound of soft, padding footsteps on the carpeted hallway caused Alex's eyes to widen, but Olivia quickly leaned into her, covering the attorney's half-bared body with her own and pressing her lips against the blonde's trembling mouth. She felt Alex's heart beating wildly, the adrenaline now fully enveloping her, but her lips still allowed Olivia full access to her mouth. The footsteps faded quickly, continuing on their rushed journey outside the hallway, more than likely a harried hotel employee. Olivia smiled into the kiss as she felt Alex's shoulders relax once again.
"So well behaved," Olivia whispered, letting her fingers slide down the attorney's bare torso, slowly caressing the outside of her thighs. She played with the hem of Alex's dress, which fell just above the knee, and let her hands run underneath, feeling the lace lining of a stocking. As her fingers traced lightly upwards, hiking the skirt further up Alex's thighs, the blonde leaned her head against the wall, her eyes fluttering, imperceptibly moving her hips towards Olivia's probing hand. The detective appreciated the effect her movements were having, but she didn't appreciate the pleasure that Alex was clearly taking. She quickly removed her hands, placing them roughly back on the blonde's now fully recovered breasts, and pinched her nipples, pleased to see the blue eyes pop open and once again retain their appropriate contact with the detective. Olivia didn't lessen her hold, instead only pinching harder. "I want those beautiful blue eyes solely on me tonight," she said, pressing her lips against Alex's neck, loving the way her pulse quickened under her tongue. "Do you understand?" She felt Alex nod, but that wasn't good enough. She nipped at the lithe neck before leaning back, her dark eyes demanding full verbal acquiescence.
"Yes, I understand," Alex whispered.
Once she was certain that Alex had learned her lesson and was in the right frame of mind, Olivia returned her hands to the lovely attorney's thighs, stroking them with a tenderness that belied her earlier harsh treatment of Alex's breasts. Olivia felt the full-body shiver that her touches brought on and acknowledged it with a smirk. Despite her dominance in the courtroom and her legendary stubbornness, Alex was putty in Olivia's hands tonight, and almost every other night. The detective made absolutely sure that Alex's eyes were fixed on her as she lifted the hem of the green dress that was hiding far too much fair skin. "Hold this over your hips and don't let go," Olivia ordered, making Alex an active participant in her exposure to intensify her feelings of vulnerability. "I like having you on display while I touch you."
Alex knew that no one had walked in on them - yet, the terrified voice in the back of her head kept shouting - but she felt as though a thousand eyes were on her as she followed Olivia's instructions and lifted her dress above her waist. For the first time that night, Olivia was thrown completely off balance. Her eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped when she finally saw what Alex had been hiding underneath her dress.
Nothing.
No underwear, and not her usual waxed strip of curls. She was completely bare in every sense of the word, and Olivia could tell just by looking how much Alex wanted to be touched. Obviously, Olivia hadn't been the only one hoping to get lucky tonight. Olivia reconsidered everything that had happened so far during the party. Had Alex been deliberately baiting her? Did she talk to Trevor in the hopes of getting Olivia jealous enough to reassert her claim? Alex looked away, but Olivia gripped her chin and forced her to keep eye contact. "My orders don't negate each other. I still want you to look at me."
"Yes, Ma'am," Alex murmured, hoping that if she said what Olivia wanted to hear, the detective might take pity on her and ease some of the ache between her legs before they were discovered.
Olivia's hands returned to Alex's thighs, stroking up and down, stopping just short of where her fingers were so desperately needed. "You planned this," she growled, pressing the full length of her upper body against the blonde's, their breasts brushing together through the material of Olivia's dress since Alex's was pulled down at the top.
"Not exactly... oh!" Alex cried out as Olivia's hand cupped her and squeezed. "N-not here..."
"You didn't plan for this to happen here, or you don't want this to happen here?" Olivia growled, nuzzling Alex's neck and leaving a few more bite marks there that walked the tightrope between pleasure and pain.
If she had been in a clearer frame of mind, Alex might have objected since any marks wouldn't be hidden by her dress later, but the fingers tracing so tantalizingly between her lips, exploring just a bit too roughly, made forming a complete sentence impossible. "No - yes! Didn't plan..." Olivia's predatory smile grew wider. It was always an ego boost when her touch stole Alex Cabot's words, especially without the use of a gag. They were her most powerful weapon, and without them, the lawyer was completely disarmed.
Olivia took pity on her, cutting off any more feeble protestations by pressing her lips against Alex's, enjoying the way the tall, lean body melted into her. The taste of champagne on Alex's tongue was more than appetizing, and Olivia nibbled on her lower lip before releasing it. The blue eyes in front of her were lustful, but alert, and every sound sent them darting towards the open threshold that led out to the hallway. Nevertheless, the moisture Olivia felt coating her fingers told her that the very idea of being so displayed, so vulnerable, was alluring.
Olivia leaned back, admiring her work once more as she let her fingers trace Alex's slick folds. The blonde kept her gaze level, but Olivia could see the small shivers that plagued her body, the way her hands shook slightly as she tried to keep her dress above her hips, allowing the detective full access to her. "I'll ask you again," she said, allowing one finger to probe further into Alex's entrance, just enough for the attorney's knees to buckle in anticipation. She pulled it out, tracing the now wet finger upwards. "Did you plan this?"
Alex leaned her head against the wall, letting her eyes flutter as she felt Olivia's hand move away from her, tracing a telltale wet trail up her stomach. She clearly needed to find her voice, if only for a moment, so that Olivia would relieve some of the pressure that threatened to send her to her knees. "I wanted to pique your interest," she said, with a small grin that she knew she was in no position to bear. "So that when we got home -" Her words were cut off with a deep moan, which she immediately tried to stifle, as Olivia's fingers pushed roughly into her, essentially impaling her against the wall. The detective looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to continue. Alex's voice was shaky with need, and she willed the fingers to pump her, but they simply stilled inside her, filling her. "I wanted you to fuck me when we got home," she said, her words rushed as she tried to keep her hips from writhing over her girlfriend's fingers. "That was my plan." She looked at the brunette, hoping that her words ignited something primal in her, but Olivia was as cool and as calm as ever, a small smile curling her lips.
"Ah," she said, bending her head toward Alex's breasts and placing her mouth over each one in turn before straightening, enjoying the way the cool air stiffened them even more. "Sometimes things don't always work out like you plan." She slipped her fingers out of the attorney's core, soliciting a whimper from the woman at her sudden emptiness. She chuckled softly and ran her tongue across the hollow at Alex's neck, over the fresh bruises that were all too apparent against her pale neck. "The question is," she continued, leaning back and taking a step away from the attorney, admiring the way she held her own dress above her newly moistened center, "do you want me to fuck you here?" She gestured around the small balcony overlooking the party downstairs where Alex's colleagues mingled, completely oblivious to her plight. She took a step forward, letting a finger trace Alex's breasts. "You certainly look like you want to be fucked," she whispered, leaning down and capturing the attorney's ear lobe with her teeth.
"Olivia..." Her name was spoken with a quiet, yet unbridled desire, and she leaned back, staring intently at her girlfriend. "Please fuck me."
Those words were enough for the detective. At home, she might have teased Alex for a few more minutes before satisfying her, but every second they spent in their secluded inlet was another second that someone might walk in on them. "I suppose you've been a good girl... mostly." Olivia quickly thrust into Alex with two fingers, stretching and filling her, smiling at the way the attorney's legs buckled and her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Liv, God... please fuck me," Alex repeated, rolling her hips against the fingers that were merely resting inside her, trying to coax Olivia's hand into a thrusting motion. But the detective seemed frozen. Her hand wasn't moving, and her lips weren't busy whispering in Alex's ear or kissing her neck and shoulder. She wasn't even threatening to punish Alex for speaking out of place. "Liv, what..." Alex started to ask, but then she saw movement over Olivia's shoulder, and her body froze as well. They weren't alone.
"Detective Benson, surely you aren't going to let Alexandra's request go unanswered?" said Liz Donnelly, who was leaning casually against the wall beside the entrance to their inlet. "Don't stop on my account."
For a moment, Olivia's terrified eyes met Alex's, and they slipped out of their roles. Were they really going to do this? The threat of being discovered was certainly exciting, but it was a big leap from fantasy to reality. They had chosen to take that risk when they started this scene in a public place. As a unit, both of them turned to stare at the Bureau Chief, who was watching both of them with raised eyebrows and an expectant look. Obviously, there were a few things they didn't know about Liz Donnelly. "Well?"
Alex knew that Olivia would remain absolutely still until she saw some sign from Alex, whether it was to cover themselves up and run or continue what they were doing. Liz was her boss, after all, and she was the one who would have the most serious repercussions if word of this tryst got out. They communicated in perfect silence.
"Do you want this?" they asked each other.
"Yes."
Making her decision, Alex broke the stalemate by rolling her hips against Olivia's hand, trying to take her deeper, and chewing furiously on her lower lip as her detective hit a particularly sensitive spot. Olivia instantly unfroze, picking up the movement where Alex left off and beginning a rhythm, regaining her confidence back. "I did say that I didn't care if anyone caught us," she said, both for Alex's benefit and for Liz's. "And either they could watch me take you, or leave. I guess your boss wants to watch. Too bad you didn't think of that before we started... or maybe you did. With all the other things you planned tonight, maybe you were hoping this would happen..."
Even though Olivia had ordered Alex's eyes to stay on her at all times, the attorney couldn't help sneaking glances at Liz over Olivia's shoulder. The older blonde's eyes were half-lowered, and she was watching them with a thin smirk, her gaze traveling up and down both their bodies with clear appreciation. Alex had never seen any signs that Donnelly might be gay, but obviously she was at least bisexual or really, really adventurous since she hadn't run screaming for the hills or fired the ADA on the spot.
Alex's thoughts returned quickly to the unrelenting fingers thrusting inside of her as Olivia increased her pace, and she had trouble suppressing the moan that bubbled up in her throat. Despite her attempt to keep her eyes on her mistress, she could feel Donnelly's gaze roaming over her, and the very thought of it clenched something inside of her. She ground herself further onto her girlfriend's hand. Olivia purposely kept her body from shielding the attorney's bare torso, knowing that it would only increase Alex's vulnerability and her pleasure to be so exposed to their watcher. Sure enough, a whimper spilled from Alex's lips and the detective slipped a practiced hand up to her nipple, prolonging the moan with a rough squeeze.
She clenched her dress in her fists, her body writhing back against the wall, attempting to gain some leverage since her weakening knees weren't helping her situation. She clamped her inner muscles around Olivia's fingers, her chest heaving as her pleasure threatened to overrun her, and she pressed her head back against the wall, letting her eyes close as she felt her orgasm mount. Olivia's hand released her nipple, and Alex moaned as the blood rushed back into it, but the sound of her pain was cut off as Olivia's hand gripped her chin, roughly pulling her gaze back to her. "Just because we have a guest," the detective said, "doesn't mean the rules change."
Alex knew she couldn't come without permission, but she desperately wished the detective would nod some sort of tacit consent, relieving her from having to ask such a question in front of her own boss. She knew, however, as soon as she looked into the detective's hungry gaze that she would have to fully display her submission to their voyeur. She glanced over Olivia's shoulder, making eye contact with Donnelly, who still stood composed, watching with her lips just slightly parted. Alex had worked with the woman long enough to recognize her legendary poker face, but she could tell that her boss was secretly pleased with the scene in front of her. The thought only sent another spike of pleasure down her spine, and she breathed heavily in order to regain some semblance of composure, reining in her orgasm. She didn't want to risk upsetting her mistress when she clearly had something to prove.
"May I come?" she asked, returning her eyes to Olivia, but making sure Donnelly heard her request. Olivia let a leisurely hand meander back over Alex's breast, kneading it roughly, taking her time in answering, overtly enjoying the blonde's mounting frustration. Alex moaned and tried again, fully aware of the slight smile that graced the Bureau Chief's lips. "Please, mistress, may I come?"
Olivia leaned into her. "Come," she whispered in her ear before letting her teeth graze over the marks she had made earlier. She curled her fingers, Alex's inner walls tightening around her, and suckled not so gently on her neck, allowing the blonde to make eye contact with the older woman, but reminding her who she belonged to.
Alex's eyes were on Donnelly as Olivia suckled the flesh on her neck, and the Bureau Chief's pleased, level gaze was the last thing she saw before she tipped her head back, collapsing against the wall as her orgasm shivered through her. Her girlfriend's fingers stilled inside of her, only pulling out after Alex's shudders had subsided. Olivia moved her glistening fingers up to Alex's mouth, once again fully intent on proving her ownership over the attorney. Alex took them in her mouth, unable to look at her boss as she cleaned her own juices off of her lover's fingers. Olivia pulled them out, and looked deeply at Alex. "Don't move," she said as she took a step back, allowing their guest to fully appreciate Alex's state: her reddened breasts, stiffened nipples, and the dress bunched in her fists, revealing a still swollen and glistening center. Alex had never felt so exposed as Donnelly's eyes roamed upwards over her body, finally resting on her eyes as she gave a slight, approving nod.
"You command quite a scene, Detective," she said evenly. "If Alex would only obey me half as well at the office, I might be able to keep her out of trouble." She raised an eyebrow and let a lingering hand press against Olivia's shoulder. "I would have delayed her pleasure a bit longer. She performs so much better under mounting pressure. But, I'm sure you know that," she said with a colluding smile.
Olivia accepted the compliment graciously, relieved that her voice didn't break with nerves when she finally spoke. It wouldn't do to let Donnelly see the Top in this scene losing her cool. "She can still be difficult once in a while, but once you break through her stubborn streak, she can be so... malleable." The detective smiled as she saw Alex's face flush, obviously embarrassed at being discussed like some kind of pet or object. She kept her eyes open, though, obeying Olivia's instructions and making sure not to lower the hem of her dress. She shivered slightly as Olivia's damp fingers stroked her left cheek affectionately.
"I have to admit," Liz said, eyeing Alex up and down yet again, "I always imagined that sharp tongue of hers would be put to good use in the bedroom."
Brought on by Liz's words, an erotic image flashed suddenly and vividly behind Olivia's eyes: Alex kneeling, feasting on her as the detective's hand caressed the back of her head and Donnelly watched. It was then that Olivia realized just how deeply their scene had affected her body. A heavy pulse began to throb between her legs and she felt her knees weaken a little, much like Alex's had earlier. Something about the way she had taken the blonde attorney in front of her own boss, completely and thoroughly proving her ownership of Alex's body and soul, sent fire racing through her flesh.
"Would you like a demonstration?" Olivia asked, her mouth going dry as all the moisture in her body shot down to soak the fabric of her underwear. She quickly glanced over at Alex to make sure that the blonde was still with them, and was pleased to see her lover's breath hitch at the idea. Obviously, it held some appeal.
Donnelly noted Alex's reaction as well. "Why not? Her performance so far has been quite admirable."
Standing sideways next to Alex so that Liz could see both of their profiles, Olivia snapped the fingers of her right hand and pointed at the floor. "Kneel, Alex. You may let go of your dress, but keep looking at me."
Alex murmured a quiet, "yes, Ma'am," as she lowered herself to the floor, settling on her knees and allowing Olivia to give the side of her head a loving caress. The touch reassured the frightened and excited attorney. She hadn't imagined anything so intense or forbidden happening tonight, but now that they were in the middle of it, she couldn't bring herself to stop. Even though it was embarrassing, she had to admit that being watched was incredibly arousing. It reaffirmed Olivia's ownership of her and made her feel secure in a way that she couldn't describe.
The ADA let out a small cry of desire and want as she watched Olivia's fingers grip the hem of her own dress, much as she had earlier, and lift it up, giving her a clear view of the detective's mound covered by damp but silky black fabric. "You know what to do. Don't take them off until I say, though. I'll decide when you've earned it."
Alex let her tongue run over her bottom lip as she moved her head closer towards the detective's parted legs, inhaling her familiar scent, all too aware of Donnelly's appraising eye a few steps away. She ran her tongue over the damp fabric and wished she could remove the cloth barrier that kept her tongue from its true goal. But, she knew the rules all too well, and clasped her elbows behind her back, letting her mouth clamp over the silky material, which was soaked with her girlfriend's unmet need.
Olivia let her eyes flutter briefly at the feel of Alex's mouth on her center. If they had been alone, she would have ripped her panties off immediately and forced the attorney's talented tongue inside her, but for the sake of their audience, she wanted to prolong her own pleasure as long as possible. From what Olivia knew of Donnelly, the woman prided herself on levelness and control, and she had the distinct urge to demonstrate her ownership of the woman that knelt in front of her. Alex moved her lips to nibble the inside of Olivia's thighs, taking advantage of her position. The detective bunched the hem of her dress in one hand, and wrapped the other roughly in Alex's hair, pulling her mouth away, pleased to see her lover's blue eyes staring beseechingly up at her.
"I want your tongue inside of me," Olivia said, and Alex immediately unclasped her arms from behind her and moved her lithe fingers up to Olivia's waist, sliding the black panties down her thighs and tossing them delicately aside. She looked up once more at her girlfriend, silently seeking permission, but the hand wrapped in her hair pushed her roughly forward, and she found herself finally relishing the taste she had craved for most of the night. She began slowly, letting her tongue run along the detective's folds, drinking in her scent. Olivia was too controlled to let a moan slip past her lips, but Alex felt her breath hitch and her thighs quiver, and she let her mouth curl into a small, pleased smile as she continued to work her tongue.
Olivia knew Alex took pleasure in servicing her with her mouth, and the attorney's tongue was an expert at bringing her to the edge and backing off again, playing the detective as long as she was allowed. Tonight, however, the brunette wasn't about to let the blonde tease her in such a manner in front of their guest. She gave a threatening pull to the hair that she had wrapped in her hand, inhaling slightly at the feel of Alex's tongue penetrating her walls. She had gotten the message.
The commanding hand in her hair tightened its grip, and she let her tongue fuck the detective for a few moments before moving her attention to the swollen bundle of nerves, which she flicked momentarily before locking onto it and suckling hard. She wanted Olivia to give her a telltale moan, a whimper, any of the encouraging sounds that she normally gave during their play, but she knew her girlfriend was intent on proving her control to Donnelly. Nevertheless, she continued to swirl her tongue over Olivia's clit as she felt her hips jerk, bucking several times before stilling completely. The hand in her hair pulled her up slowly, forcing Alex to her feet.
Alex wished for a rewarding kiss, but Olivia placed a hand around the back of her neck instead, once again displaying her to a very pleased Donnelly. "She is quite a talent," the older woman said. "But then, so are you," she said, turning an approving eye to Olivia. "I imagine it takes a skilled woman to elicit such... submission... from Alexandra." She took a step forward, coming closer to Alex, and let her eyes roam over the blonde's body before shooting an inquisitive glance toward Olivia. "May I?" she asked respectfully, waiting as the two women exchanged looks, fully aware that anything that went on in front of her had been the result of tacit communication and consent. Olivia nodded, and Donnelly let her fingers run delicately up Alex's torso, the blue eyes lowering respectfully.
Alex worked to steady her breathing as the Bureau Chief's nimble fingers traced her skin, knowing that the goose bumps that appeared only gave away her pleasure at the foreign touch. Donnelly flicked one nipple, then the other, nodding her head in appreciation before running her hand down the blonde's arm, catching the thins strap to Alex's dress in her fingers. She moved them back up Alex's shoulders, covering her bare torso, and stepped back with a discerning stare. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend," she said to Olivia, and Alex couldn't help but let her eyes move upwards, hoping to catch some meaning behind her words, but the older woman was a closed book. The hazel eyes turned quickly back to Alex, and a small smirk played on her lips. "Alexandra, I'll see you Monday."
Both Olivia and Alex stared in surprise and a little dismay as Donnelly left their company, giving them a few minutes to compose themselves. "Wow," Olivia said, running a hand through her hair. "That was..."
"Yeah, it was..."
"Are you okay with what happened?" the detective asked, leaning forward to cup Alex's cheek and place a gentle kiss on her full lips.
Alex smiled into the kiss, recognizing it as a reaffirmation of their bond. She stroked Olivia's bare arm with the back of her hand, rubbing up and down in a soothing line. "Yes. I'm more than okay with what happened. We can talk about it more tomorrow, but right now, I want to go home..." Alex's eyes darted to the side, making sure one last time that no one else was watching them. "I have some more plans for you when we get back to the apartment..."
Olivia gave her girlfriend a quick once-over to make sure that no private body parts were showing. Everything was covered, but the violent purple-red hickeys on her neck and her slightly flushed cheeks would give her away immediately. "Here, let's go out the back way. I don't think you want to walk through the ballroom to get to our car." Alex's blush deepened and Olivia chuckled. "Unless you feel like putting yourself on display one last time."
"No, I've had enough of that for tonight." Alex took the nicely toned arm that Olivia offered, allowing the detective to escort her toward the back of the building, hoping to find an unfrequented staircase. If luck stayed with them, they could sneak into the back parking lot without anyone being the wiser.
Meanwhile, back on the first floor, Trevor Langan was involved in an unsuccessful search for Alex Cabot. He was about ready to leave, but they had promised to meet up one last time before both of them went home to finish the conversation they had started with Charles Dunn. He weaved through the crowd on the side of the dance floor, which was growing increasingly clustered as most of the dancers began retiring to the refreshment tables and the bar for some rest. As he dodged a portly older gentleman with a goatee and bow tie, he came face to face with EADA Elizabeth Donnelly, who was wearing a very satisfied smirk on her face. Trevor stared at her in silence for a moment, trying to read her expression before giving up and asking for help instead. "Good evening, Liz. I don't suppose you've seen Alex Cabot in the past few minutes, have you? I'm looking for her."
For some reason, Donnelly's smile grew even wider. She looked almost smug, Trevor thought as he listened for her response over the talkative group of partygoers. "I believe she and Detective Benson were on the second floor the last time I ran in to them," Elizabeth said casually. "They looked about ready to leave, but if you hurry, you might catch them."
With a quick thank-you, Trevor sidestepped Donnelly and headed towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. The entire level was just a big circular hallway with small inlets in between the decorative columns. The first floor was clearly visible in the middle over the railings. Dutifully, Trevor began checking each of the small half-rooms. All of them had somewhat garish red carpeting, and a few possessed curtains, small stools, and chairs. Obviously, the decorator of this particular establishment preferred his buildings on the gaudy side. When he came to one of the last inlets, something by the entrance caught the toe of his Oxford, and he looked down curiously to see what it was.
Panties. A pair of panties. That's what it was. The fabric was black and silky. Looking around to make sure that no one had followed him up, Trevor bent down and picked them up. They were still warm.
What if ... - No, it was impossible. Just because Elizabeth Donnelly said that Alex and Olivia had been up here didn't mean... but what if... ?
Trevor could not decide if the images that flooded his mind were exciting or terrifying. Probably a little of both, not unlike Alex Cabot. With another furtive glance, he shoved his prize in the pocket of his tuxedo pants, adjusting them to a more comfortable position in the process since they were beginning to feel tight, and hurried back to the first floor. The party was winding down anyway, and he hoped no one would notice his exit. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
He had just made it out to the lobby when a voice called out to him. "Trevor, did you find what you were looking for?" Donnelly asked as she pulled a thin coat over her shoulders, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
He instinctively placed his hands in his pockets, pushing the silk fabric further out of view, and nodded quickly, averting her gaze. "I did," he said, looking over his shoulder towards the safety of the revolving door to the hotel. He needed a cold rush of air at this point. "Thank you, Ms. Donnelly. Have a good night," he said, bowing his head slightly and scurrying towards the exit.
Donnelly watched him with an amused grin on her face and pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders. Detective Benson may have been able to reduce her own ADA to a pliant, quivering mess, but clearly the Bureau Chief was still able to conduct a scene like no one else.
She felt someone step up next to her, and looked over as Arthur Branch fished around in his coat pocket, pulling out a valet ticket. "Another gala down, a few dozen more to go," he said. "So go the holidays." He smiled pleasantly. "Say, did Detective Benson ever manage to catch up with Alexandra? I think she'd had enough of the legal talk for one evening. Not that I can blame her."
Liz gave him a sideways glance. "I believe they found each other, yes."
Branch nodded. "Good. That Alexandra, I'm sure she keeps Benson on her toes. No question who wears the pants in that relationship." He chuckled, and Donnelly rolled her eyes.
"If you only knew," she replied, a glint in her eye as she glided towards the door, leaving Branch behind.
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