They started off at opposite sides of the bed, but by the time morning came, Alex had her head on Olivia's chest, her arms draped over the detective's body.
Olivia's internal clock started to stir as the sunlight came through the window. She moved to sit up and then realized there was another person on top of her.
She looks so cute.
Alex had managed to fall asleep with a huge smile on her face.
The detective tried to slide from under her, but Alex refused. "Stay here, you're warm and snuggly."
Olivia brushed the hair out of Alex's face. She couldn't deny her.
Thirty minutes later, however, Olivia really had to pee. Alex groaned as Olivia slid out from underneath her.
"Sorry." She made off for the bathroom.
Alex sank under her blanket. It wasn't as cuddly as Olivia.
Eventually, Alex's hunger drove her out of bed. She opened her fridge to realize she only had leftover Chinese food, beer, and ice cream.
I could have breakfast like a frat boy or we could go out. "How hungry are you?" Alex questioned.
Olivia could eat. "What do you mean?"
"In other words, do you want to have leftover Chinese food for breakfast or do you want to go out? One we can do now, the other will take longer."
Olivia had Chinese food for breakfast twice last week. "I can wait."
Alex decided to take a shower before they left. "Care to join me?"
Olivia's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas Day. "Yes!"
"We're just saving water," Alex told her.
"Of course, of course."
Two blocks away, Rafael woke up next to his husband.
"Trevor! Stop moving."
"I have to pee!"
"Thanks for the announcement."
"Well I can't get up with you on my leg."
Rafael rolled over. Two minutes later, he complained. "I'm hungry."
"So make breakfast."
"Out of what?" They didn't have any food left. They didn't even have any beer.
"I guess we're going to breakfast."
Rafael wasn't as enthused about going out to breakfast. "Can we go to brunch? Oh can we get Lexi to join us? I want mimosas."
Trevor knew that begging look. "I'll see if we can get a table at Millie's Tavern."
"The earliest we can get a table is 1PM," Trevor told his boyfriend on his way to the shower.
"But that's like forever from now."
"Apparently, they're all booked up until then. We could try earlier if there's a no show, but we'll likely be sitting around for a while."
Rafael groaned. "Fine. Maybe Lex has food in her apartment."
Trevor snorted. I doubt it.
"Oh FUCK!"
Olivia had Alex pinned to the shower wall, her legs spread wide as she held onto the shower bar to keep herself upright.
The brunette had to admire Alex's perfect body. She was slender but well defined. Clearly, she worked out somehow with her emerging four pack and her shapely legs. Better yet, her body was covered in water, giving it an illustrious sheen.
She could feel the blonde tightening around her. "You're so close baby!"
"OH GOD! OH! OH! OH!" She rattled against the wall before pulling Olivia into a desperate kiss.
Olivia hooked her fingers forward, dragging them along spongy flesh. Seconds later, the blonde erupted all over her hand. She had to hold Alex up to make sure she didn't fall.
Before Alex could speak again they heard a banging.
"LEXI!" Rafael called as he banged on her door. "Wake up you sleep whore!"
Olivia started cracking up.
Trevor pressed his ear to the door. "Oh is someone in there with her?"
"OPEN UP!" his boyfriend continued. "We want to meet your new bedmate!"
"We're coming," Olivia called out to Alex's chagrin.
"She probably already came," Trevor retorted.
Alex sent Olivia into the bedroom to change. She threw on a towel before answering the door.
"Do you mind? I was having perfectly good sex until you showed up!" She was mostly joking. Rafi and Trevor were welcome any time, and Alex already had her fun.
Rafael giggled. "Yeah too bad. Wanna get brunch?" He couldn't even count how many times Alex had come to get him at inconvenient times.
"Where?" she asked as she headed to her room to dress.
"Millie's Tavern at 1PM."
"Why so late?"
"We couldn't get an earlier reservation."
Rafi was already searching Alex's fridge for food. "All she has is beer and Chinese food."
"Two more things than what we have."
Rafael opened the freezer. "Chocolate chip cookie dough." He got a spoon and started eating straight from the container.
Alex still couldn't figure out how he ate like a hog and never got fat.
"We can just go to my restaurant."
"You serve brunch?"
"Yeah, and we don't have to pay."
"Oh I like this. New plan … we're going to …"
Alex had gone to get dressed, and Olivia had come out to see who was causing such a ruckus.
She was just as surprised to see Trevor Langan as he was to see her.
"Ooh! Lex, fucking a coworker. Bad girl!"
"Oh shit!" Rafael exclaimed. This is the Olivia Benson. "What's today's date?"
"It's the 8th," Trevor told him.
"Yes! You won me $50!"
Olivia was confused.
"Oh we had a pool on when you and Alex were going to start sleeping together, and I bet in between Ash Wednesday and Easter, so I win the ADA's pool!"
Olivia gasped. "There was a pool?" How was this so obvious to everyone else? I didn't see it coming (haha joke) until last night.
"There were multiple pools, Honey. There are rumors all over the courthouse about the sexual tension between you two. A bailiff told me that he thought you were going to jump off the witness stand and ravish Lexi on the prosecutor's table."
Everyone can see how I get lost in her legs. Oh Lord!
Trevor just remembered. "I wonder who won the defense bar pool." He was already out. He bet it would be in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. He made a phone call.
Rafael realized he had failed to introduce himself. "I'm Rafael, by the way. I prosecute fraud cases."
It was then that she noticed that Trevor and Rafael had matching rings. "You two are married?"
"Nine months now," he said happily.
Olivia had to tease him. "Sleeping with the enemy, how cliché is that?"
"Ouch Honey!" He feigned hurt. "Should have known you'd have some fangs on you! You need them for Alex."
Speaking of the devil, Alex came out wearing a beautiful yellow dress with a white shawl over top.
"How much you wanna bet Alex is using that shawl to cover up a hickey?" Trevor asked his boyfriend.
"Shut up!"
"Probably more than one," Rafael responded.
Olivia only whistled.
Alex pinched her butt as they were leaving.
The Gastropub looked a lot different in the daylight. They didn't need the torches, as sunlight filled the deck instead, making it look a lot bigger.
They had traditional Scottish fanfare, a full Scottish breakfast, fish and chips, and porridge, along with American classics, such as steak and eggs, chicken and waffles, and buttermilk pancakes.
A waitress came to take their orders.
"What can I start you all with today?"
"Mimosas and keep them coming," Rafael told her. "Also bacon. I need bacon like right now."
"And scones, can you bring the scones too?" Trevor loved the scones.
"Plain or …"
"Oh no. With goat cheese and sundried tomato scones."
"And some coffee," Olivia requested.
"Regular or Scottish?"
"Scottish?"
"Alright," she started to write it down.
"Oh no. I want to know what Scottish coffee is."
"Oh, it's coffee with scotch, orange liqueur and whipped cream."
Sounds decadent. "Can I have that instead of the mimosa?"
"Sacrilege," Rafael insisted.
"Absolutely, anything else? I'll put this in right away."
"The shame," Rafael told her.
"I prefer coffee to champagne."
"Alex you're going to have to dump her."
"Shut up Rafi!"
"How did you all become friends anyway?"
It all started in high school.
"Trevor and I are both from Boston." They had known of each other, but never really spoke before junior year.
"I had gone to boarding school for my first freshman and sophomore year, but there was a sex scandal at the end of the year and my parents wanted me to come home." Allegedly, senior boys were paying female underclassmen for sexual favors.
When Alex came back to Boston, she felt out of place with the public school kids. "My previous school had been really intense, so academically, I was ahead of my entire class." Even with all honors classes, she was still ahead of the curve.
Trevor wasn't impressed with the school's curriculum either. He spent much of his time drawing in his sketchbook instead of taking any notes.
Their English teacher got annoyed with their failure to pay attention and gave them both detention for "violation of discipline."
"Well, she really didn't like it when Alex compared her to the Gestapo."
Olivia gasped.
"What, her class was like Stalag 19."
They got this old guy for their detention supervisor who basically slept in his chair the whole time.
"Each time we tried to get up and leave, he'd snore himself back awake," Alex noted.
In detention, both teens learned that they were both addicted to ice cream, gay, and big fans of Michael Jackson.
"In high school, I was the chubby gay theater nerd." Trevor didn't lose any weight, but he grew about 5 inches taller after he turned 17, which was a godsend.
"I was the Ice Queen who had the audacity to tell our high school quarterback to go fuck himself when he asked me to homecoming." He had bet all his friends that she'd sleep with him that night. Once Alex found that out, she had no reason to hold back when she rejected him.
To think the nickname went so far back.
"We would get ice cream after school like every day."
"Or listen to Michael Jackson records, or cook up ways to irritate Mrs. Wilcox."
They would hide a metronome in her classroom or draw caricatures of her on her blackboard. She knew it was they, but she could never catch them in the act.
"Anyway, a long story short, we survived high school. I went to Princeton, she went to Yale where she met this hooligan."
The drinks arrived, along with the bacon and the scones.
The scones had this golden brown crust on them. You could see the goat cheese oozing out along with the rosemary and sundried tomatoes. Trevor grabbed one and broke it open and it was light and fluffy on the inside. "RAR!" he made this sound between a roar and a growl and shoved half the scone into his mouth.
"He'll always be a fat kid at heart," Alex teased before getting a scone of her own.
Olivia took a sip of her coffee. "This is really good."
"That would be cause the Scottish are the best."
"Did you know Glasgow, Scotland is the heart attack capital of the world?" Rafael offered.
"It's true," Alex admitted. "They just pour butter into everything; it's worse than the south."
Olivia had seen Abbie Carmichael eat breakfast; her food turned yellow from all the butter. It was a tall order to eat more butter than southerners.
"Are you ready to order your entrees?" The waitress questioned once she had returned.
Alex got the banana nut pancakes with "two sunny side up eggs, and a side of bacon."
Olivia wanted the "chicken and waffles with the spicy syrup and the bacon tomato marmalade."
Rafael got the porridge with dried fruit and sausage and Trevor got the fish and chips.
"Coming right up!"
"Lexi and I met at Yale," Rafael started. He hadn't had a good start to college. His roommate was one of those alpha male, jock, blockheads and Rafael knew that his gay, Guatemalan, pop music loving self would not get along well with this guy.
"I was on my way to orientation when I saw this guy macking on Alex. She told him to buzz off and started to walk away. He told her to 'not be such a bitch,' and grabbed her arm. She turned around and decked him square on the nose, blood gushing everywhere.
I asked her if she was okay, and she said 'I'm fine. He's the one who's going to need plastic surgery.' Well, after a morning like that, we skipped orientation and went to get coffee and donuts instead."
They both wanted to be prosecutors and neither were interested in Greek week or fucking everything in sight. This made them a rare breed.
"How did you two meet?" Olivia asked the couple.
"We actually met because of Alex … well sort of."
Trevor and Rafael had heard about each other through mutual friends, but hadn't met.
"Every-time we tried to meet up something happened."
Rafael's uncle who he didn't remember ever meeting died.
Trevor's family planned an impromptu vacation.
"This went on for almost two months until we finally decided that we were going to meet up at in New York at this shady gay bar that didn't card.
"Anyway, I knew that he had a lesbian best friend. He knew that I had a lesbian best friend, and we decided to set them up not realizing they were both Alex."
"You tried to set up Alex with herself?" Olivia started to laugh.
"She'd probably date herself if she could manifest into a second person," Trevor argued.
"Well it would make things less complicated."
"Anyhow, we finally met and then we started arguing over who was Alex's best friend … and while we were arguing, she ditched us."
"I was hungry and figured they'd wander off together anyway, so I went to find a cheeseburger."
"Anyway our arguing turned into our drunken arguing which turned into us drunkenly making out and that's the story."
"Aw, what a fairytale," Olivia teased.
"So how did you two finally end up together?" Rafael turned the question back on them.
Alex didn't want to say. "None of your business."
"Oh come on. You know like everything about us."
"And I really wish I didn't." Remembering an incident she wished she had forgotten.
"It's not my fault you didn't knock before entering."
"It was my apartment!"
"What are they (talking about)?"
"They do this all the time." Half the time, Trevor had no idea what they were talking about.
"How can you not tell me?"
"You're going to make fun of me."
"No I won't."
Alex knew better. "Not happening."
"Oh come on, how embarrassing could it be?"
Very.
"What did you do, get drunk and bust your ass, and she had to take you home?"
Not as embarrassing. "Let's go with that."
"That's now what happened," Olivia told him.
"Why would you do that?"
Olivia only smirked.
"Liv, tell me. Alex is no fun!"
"Oh she's plenty of fun … in bed."
Alex pinched her leg.
"Ouch!"
"I didn't do anything," Alex lied.
Olivia glared but said nothing. "Perhaps I'll stay silent … for a price."
Alex raised a brow. If you want more sex you'll shut up!
Olivia was hardly scared. "I think I should get whatever I want next weekend."
Alex rolled her eyes, like she wouldn't anyway.
Recurring mimosas and the big bowl of porridge they put in front of him temporarily distracted Rafael.
Trevor's portion of fish and chips was massive.
Alex had a stack of pancakes about a mile high and Olivia asked, "did they fry a tiny chicken?"
It was half a cornish hen, approximately half a pound of meat, covered in a salty, pepper crispy coating.
Olivia could hear it crack when she cut through with her knife. It was salty, sweet, and a little spicy. It was out of this world.
They were half way through their meals, mostly eating and not talking when Olivia got a phone call.
She couldn't hear with all of the noise, so she headed downstairs into the bar.
"What is it Elliot?"
"What the hell happened to you last night?" Elliot called her three times last night and she never answered. He stopped by her apartment this morning and she wasn't even there.
"I had to go somewhere."
"Well duh, what caused you to run out of there like a bat out of hell?"
Olivia needed some sort of excuse. "I met someone at the club last week and …"
"You left us for sex?"
The best lies had a little bit of the truth. "Well … yeah."
Elliot never would have guessed that. "Was it good?"
"Do you really want to hear about it?"
He made a face. "No."
"Didn't think so."
While she was gone, Rafael tried to get the low down on Cabenson.
"Seriously, how did you two get together?"
Alex just shook her head.
Rafael decided to guess. "You two got drunk at a bar and banged in the bathroom."
"No!"
"You two were fighting over a warrant, and in the heat of the moment, she bent you over your desk and had her way with you."
Oh that sounds hot. "Nope!"
"Late night work session that got kinky."
She shook her head. "You'll never guess."
"Then tell me."
"Not gonna happen."
"I will find out," even if I have to ply you with alcohol.
Rafael didn't find out that day anyway. After brunch, they all had to go home.
When Alex got back to her apartment, she noted that the air still smelled like Olivia. The blonde was about to take a nap when she saw a name flash across her phone, "Casey?"
