Friday:
An excited Alex Cabot was a beautiful, impressive sight. Her burning blue eyes and silky blonde hair had captivated many jurors, defense attorneys, and judges. The crisp pencil skirts and blouses made her look attractive and professional at the same time. The glasses were the final touch, the icing on the cake, whipped cream with a cherry on top.
Damn, this is making me hungry, Olivia thought...
But an excited, passionate Alex Cabot in court, while a sight to behold, was nothing compared with an excited, passionate, and aroused Alex Cabot lounging on Olivia's comforter in nothing but a black thong and those damn glasses. Again, they were the final touch, but this time, the look behind the lenses was predatory. Her cherry colored fingernails skimmed the skin above her knee, scraping the pale flesh there and leaving behind a soft red patch of warmth.
Olivia jerked, reflexively coughing to hide her embarrassing moment of stunned silence even though she knew that it was far too late. She not-so-subtly pretended to cover her cough with her sleeve, checking to make sure that she wasn't drooling. Okay, good, that would have been very unsexy... but hot damn, she is drool-worthy!
"So, Detective, do you like what you see?" The sexy alto voice coming from the woman on the bed almost made Olivia's heart pound out of her ribcage and start tapdancing on the bedroom floor. She felt a little like the frog in the old Warner Brothers cartoons, complete with tophat and cane, but unlike the frog, she just couldn't find the words.
"Hellooooo nurse!"
Instead of trying to follow Olivia's train of thought and asking where that statement had come from, Alex laughed; a low, throaty sound that made Olivia's skin prickle pleasantly. The brunette blushed, realizing how odd that must have sounded since she hadn't voiced her thoughts about Warner Brothers and the dancing frog.
"I don't think these," she paused to cup her bare breasts with her hands, revealing excited nipples, "are quite as large as Nurse's, but I hope you like the view anyway."
The sight of Alex touching herself only made Olivia's eyes grow wider and her jaw hang loose. "Um... n-no... they're perfect... I like – love – the entire package... which you can obviously tell, because I'm babbling like a fool, and-"
"Olivia?"
"Yeah?"
Alex crooked her index finger in a come-hither motion, and Olivia had a feeling that both of them were probably going to end up coming soon. "Shut up and get over here. I swear, if you were a man, you would have already gotten the hint and climbed on the bed."
"If I was a man, you wouldn't have invited me in your bedroom while you were almost naked, asking me to have sex with you."
Alex gave her a contemplative look, her eyes running over the sight of her brunette lover, who happened to be wearing a very feminine blouse and skirt. Fortunately, Olivia had been in court with her for most of the day, and her attire had been donned at Alex's request for both professional and personal reasons.
"I want you to dress up today," she had told Olivia early that morning, and when her girlfriend opened her mouth to protest, Alex silenced her with a strategically timed kiss. When she pulled away, Olivia was sufficiently dazed and she was able to add one last word, "Friday," as a reminder before hurrying out the door with her briefcase.
And Olivia had delivered. Seeing her in a skirt was a rare treat for Alex, and she was fully appreciating the view of Olivia's gorgeous legs. Deciding that she wanted to see more, she patted the bed beside her. "Get your fine self over here, Benson. I warned you on Tuesday that your ass would be mine tonight."
Olivia swallowed and Alex smiled at the nervous bob of her throat. Cautiously, the detective stepped forward, a little wary of the power shift between them, but very much wanting to please Alex. And she'll probably end up pleasing me during the experience, she reminded herself to bolster her confidence. Alex had been gentle with her at first, never pushing her too far out of her comfort zone, but after the trust Olivia had demanded from her three days ago, she had a feeling that the prosecutor had something special in mind for tonight.
"Stop," Alex commanded when Olivia reached the side of the bed and started to climb up. "Take off your shirt."
Olivia obeyed, beginning to undo the buttons of her shirt. Alex 'tsked' and shook her head. "Nope, Benson, not gonna cut it. Do it slowly."
Realizing what her lover wanted, Olivia made a game out of it, deciding that even though it was Alex's night to be in charge, she could have some fun as well. After all, Alex was asking for it. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth and giving the blonde the hottest searing glance in her repertoire of sexy glances, she slowly, oh-so-slowly, began to circle the buttons of her shirt with one finger, sliding the top one near her cleavage in and out of its loop. Alex gave an appreciative growl, encouraging Olivia to move on to the second button. Little by little, tanned, smooth flesh was revealed to the attorney's hungry gaze.
"Mmm. I knew there was a reason I asked you out."
"I asked you out," Olivia corrected her.
Alex waved a hand casually in the air. "Details... I was going to ask you out, you just beat me to it." Olivia was a little flattered to learn that, and for a moment, she lost the momentum of her impromptu striptease. However, once she remembered what she was supposed to be doing, she slowly peeled the garment off of one shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra to Alex's wide blue eyes. Then the other shoulder. Instead of growing larger, the eyes narrowed to focused slits and the lawyer looked... predatory.
"Take the shirt off." Olivia needed no more encouragement. With all of the buttons undone, she let it fall to the floor and pool at her ankles. "And the bra."
Oh god, Olivia thought, feeling her nipples harden beneath the fabric, how does she make it feel like she's touching me with just her voice and her eyes? Trying to remind herself that Alex was still a few feet away on the bed so that she wouldn't go too crazy, the detective slid the straps of her bra down the sides of her arms, giving Alex a nice view before reaching behind her to unhook the garment and let it swing loose, revealing large, excited breasts.
"Mmm. Very, very nice. I certainly have wonderful taste in women. Now the skirt."
Although she would have probably felt more comfortable buried in her leather jacket, her trusty watch wrapped around her wrist, Olivia had to admit that stripping out of a skirt and hose for Alex was... exciting. And a little forbidden. The role-reversal was a nice, fresh change. They had experimented with it, but Alex had never pushed this far before, willing to take things at Olivia's pace. Both items soon joined Olivia's blouse and bra on the floor, leaving her in...
"No underwear? And a fresh Brazillian?" Alex cooed, admiring the newly bare flesh of her lover's mound. "Oh, love, if I had only known what was waiting for me under those sexy clothes of yours, I would have ravished you on the witness stand."
Olivia blushed. That thought was certainly very racy, and although she would never want a situation like that to occur in real life, the thought of Alex thinking about her that way in the middle of work was flattering and more than a little arousing. "The jury would have been unduly prejudiced in your favor, but Seligman wouldn't have called a mistrial. He has the hots for you."
"He has the hots for you, Detective."
"Fine, he's a pervert and has the hots for both of us."
"Now, get over here. I want to touch the present you just unwrapped for me..."
The brunette grinned. "Happy early birthday to you." Alex gave her a saucy wink and reached for Olivia's bare hips, pulling her lover onto her waiting lap. Olivia mock-struggled, but Alex kissed her into submission, a warm tongue coming out to explore the warm cavern of her mouth until her insides dissolved and her knees turned to water. Alex felt so warm and tasted so good, it made her head spin. The kisses dabbed points around her lips, climbing up to her cheekbones and touching the tip of her nose. Both of them smiled at the small gesture of tenderness.
"Olivia, open the drawer in the nightstand for me, please," Alex requested, taking a moment to fondle her lover's breasts as they swayed invitingly in front of her.
Reminding herself that it was Friday, Olivia did as instructed, unable to swallow her gasp when she saw what was inside. The first item was stimulating enough – a new cinnamon body oil, complete with flavoring, in a brightly wrapped tub. The thought of Alex's hands spreading that oil all over her body and then cleaning it with her mouth made butterflies erupt in Olivia's stomach. But the second item almost made her take an anxious step backwards. She would have, except for the reassuring hand that caressed the small of her back, offering much needed physical contact.
Even though it was her day and Olivia belonged to her for the duration, Alex knew that she was taking a big risk here. She decided to break out of their roles for a moment to check and make sure that her lover was all right. "I know it's Friday, but you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with, okay?"
Olivia nodded silently. "Alex," she croaked, still nervous, "when you said on Tuesday that my ass was going to be yours, did you mean literally?"
Her first reaction was to laugh at the question, which was phrased cleverly in hindsight –oh God, you need to stop making puns, Alex – but she suppressed it, knowing that Olivia's hesitation was genuine even as she tried to disguise it with humor. Alex waited for Olivia to turn and face her before answering the question seriously. "No, sweetie. As much as I love owning this ass of yours," she gave the aforementioned body part a firm squeeze, "I didn't mean it that way. I had something a little more traditional planned for tonight. Don't let your imagination run away with you."
The relief on Olivia's face was clear, but a little apprehension still remained. She took a deep breath and gave her answer nonverbally, reaching in to the drawer and taking out the cinnamon body lotion and a silicone toy with an attachable leather harness. It was the same one she used on Alex, with a simple design and black color scheme, and the familiarity of it comforted her even though she knew she was going to be experiencing it from the other side this time.
"Here," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking, practically shoving the toy at Alex and whirling around to grab for the cinnamon lotion.
"Woah, woah, woah... slow down, 'kay? Come here, Liv." Hesitantly, Olivia turned back around, dropping the tub of lotion on the side of the bed. Alex held her arms open in invitation and Olivia entered them, eager for the press of warm skin against hers. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the sweet strawberry scent of Alex's hair and the faint scent of their mutual excitement, reminding herself that she really did want this woman, really did want this, in any way Alex chose. But on Tuesday, Olivia was going to get her revenge by bending the attorney over a counter somewhere and tearing her up with the exact same toy.
"I'm fine, Alex, just a little jumpy," she said, still not opening her eyes.
"I know." Realizing that Olivia would be more comfortable just shutting up and getting on with the fun part instead of talking it out and taking more time to worry and over-think things, she gave her lover another long, slow, deep kiss that rekindled the burning spark in the pit of both their stomachs. "Lie face down on the bed," she whispered, helping Olivia into the position and allowing her hands to wander, pausing to tweak the tip of a firm breast before they disappeared under the press of Olivia's body. For a moment, Alex was jealous of the bedspread.
Olivia smiled and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the plastic tub being opened and the sticky, wet sound that followed as Alex rubbed her hands in the contents. When gentle, sticky fingers made contact with Olivia's shoulders, she instantly felt a warm tingle that she knew had to be from the lotion and not just Alex's touch, although the blonde's stroking usually got a very strong reaction from her even without it. It felt a little like a heated massage chair or a hot pack as the ADA massaged the lotion into the tight knots behind the wing of each shoulderblade, pressing in hard with her thumbs and rolling the pads over the most sensitive spots.
Olivia did not bother biting back a groan of pure ecstasy. "Oh Goddd, Alex. You are soooo good at this," she hummed, the words muffled by the pillow that her face was buried in.
Alex pressed a wet kiss to the side of her throat, making sure to leave a purple mark on the delicious bronze column, right at the crook of her shoulder. "Mmm. Taste good," she rasped, gliding her hands down along either side of Olivia's spine and giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. The response was immediate and she felt the detective's hips tilt up to press more of herself into her hand. She was astonished to feel traces of wetness on her lover's inner thighs already, but knew that she wanted Olivia absolutely aching for her before she took things further.
Slowly, she guided Olivia into a torturous haze of pleasure as she massaged every inch of her, rubbing the palms of her hands, caressing her inner wrists, smoothing out the kinks in the back and sides of her neck, rubbing both of her sides before skipping the area between Olivia's legs entirely and moving down to her feet. That got a very loud reaction, and Alex pressed hard against the ball of the brunette's foot, rubbing all of the stiffness and soreness out of both arches before sliding slick hands up her tight calves, pausing to kiss the backs of both knees. Olivia twitched, stifling a giggle, and Alex marked that spot as a vulnerable area to tickle later when she wanted to annoy Olivia.
Olivia gave a happy sigh, her worries almost forgotten. Alex's tender touch had her feeling very relaxed, and the scent of cinnamon was somewhere between comforting and exciting, exactly right for her mood. Her entire body felt warm, and although she knew part of it was a direct result of the lotion, she suspected that a great deal of it came from the fact that her beautiful lover was starting to rub higher and higher along her thighs. "This feels so good, it has to be against the law."
"Sweetie, I'm a lawyer, and I'm telling you, this is definitely legal. I did my research on this and we have outstanding precedent to bring this motion..." she straddled Olivia's backside, making sure that the detective could feel her wetness through the fabric of her underwear, which she had not yet removed, "... into court."
"Oh god, that wasn't an invitation for your bad legal sex-talk." Olivia pulled her face away from the pillow long enough to roll her eyes at Alex over one shoulder. Alex gave her a playful smack on the ass.
"It's Friday, I can do whatever I want. Put your head back down and close your eyes. You're a mess and now I have the pleasure of cleaning you up."
The thought of that hot, pink little mouth exploring everywhere that she had just massaged with the lotion sent a vicious shudder rippling through Olivia's lower abdomen. Alex watched her toes curl and silently went to work, starting by latching her mouth onto a tasty shoulder. The cinnamon flavor was warm and pleasant, and she suspected that if she were to use her tongue on Olivia right now, the pleasant, searing burn would be transferred there, but she decided to save that particular brand of torture for later in the evening. She had made a promise to Olivia on Tuesday, and she intended to keep it.
Slowly, the attorney's mouth moved over Olivia's arms, sucking her fingertips clean of any remaining lotion before kissing her wrists and nibbling down her spine. On a whim, she flipped her and paid special attention to her breasts before kissing her way down the line of Olivia's stomach, heading for her legs. Once she reached her destination, and the rest of the massage oil, she teased her inner thighs, pausing for the briefest kiss to the bare flesh between her lover's legs, enjoying the smoothness. Unable to resist, she rubbed her cheek there, closing her eyes. The cinnamon was nice, but Olivia tasted far better.
It was incredibly difficult for her to pull away, and she almost gave in to the temptation to use her mouth, but somehow, she found the strength to resist by reminding herself that she had all night to play.
"Tease."
Alex made a disapproving noise, giving a sharp, disciplinary nip to Olivia's inner thigh. "Did anyone ask for your opinion? I don't think so. You aren't allowed to move until I touch you," she ordered, sitting up as her lover mewled with disappointment. "Turn back over
Shivering at the words, Olivia did as her lover requested, soothed by the darkness around her head as she pressed her face into the pillow, which was from Alex's side of the bed and smelled like her. That made Olivia smile into the fabric. Gradually, the seconds stretched into a minute. Then two. She could hear Alex moving around, sometimes shifting her weight on the bed, but their skin did not touch and Olivia was starting to get worried.
"Alex?" she asked, tempted to lift her head.
"Shh, almost, baby. Stay there."
And then Olivia felt something warm, plastic, and coated in wetness against the back of one thing, and an equally warm and wet mouth kissed the soft skin behind her ear. "What did you..." Olivia nudged her hips up to rub against the toy, too embarrassed to ask the question.
"Oh, that?" Alex paused to nibble an inviting earlobe. "I may have slipped it inside of myself for... lubrication purposes."
That made Olivia whimper, and with Alex's head buried against her shoulder, the attorney's breasts pressed into her back, legs wrapped around her legs, rubbing against her, teeth scraping her ear and warm lips soothing the sting, she was overwhelmed with sensations. A sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead, and for a moment she was lost in the scent of cinnamon and Alex.
Always a quick learner, Alex angled her hips, positioning the toy at Olivia's entrance, probing forward against the soft, sensitive ring of muscle. Olivia hummed her approval, nudging back against the added pressure and allowing the very first inch to press inside of her, gasping as she felt the welcome stretch. For some reason, she was not nearly as apprehensive as she thought she would be. "Mm, more," she sighed, giving her hips another encouraging press backwards, feeling her skin graze the tops of Alex's thighs.
Pleased that her lover was comfortable enough to ask for it, Alex carefully watched another inch of the toy press inside. Then another. It took a little time and one more pause for adjustment, but soon the entire length was buried deep inside of Olivia, and the unfamiliar situation was strangely exciting to both of them.
"I'm... not quite sure what to do now," Alex admitted, sounding a little hesitant for the first time all evening.
Surprised and a little touched by her counselor's nervousness, Olivia turned around to look over her shoulder again. "Remember Tuesday?" she asked, her voice low and soft, but clear enough for Alex to hear.
"Mmhmm." Alex's eyes clouded over with lust as she revisited the memory.
"Remember what you said about being possessive to help you... you know..."
Alex got it. "Does having me inside of you like this make you wet, baby?" she crooned, adding another sharp bite to the trail that already covered Olivia's neck and shoulder. "Because I know I'm enjoying myself from this end of things." She gave a short jog of her hips to drive the point home.
Oh god. That voice. Alex's voice. The overtones, the timbre, the sheer force and want in it sent her head spinning in circles every time. She could be reading through legal jargon and it would still turn Olivia on, but listening to her now, saying exactly what she was saying...
"I told you that you would be mine tonight. Now I'm gonna prove it by making you scream loud enough to wake up the entire city."
Olivia's pleasurable response begged her to try another short, slow rock with her hips. Then a second. Then a third, longer and deeper this time. It took a moment, but soon she had established something like a rhythm and the declarations of love and the short, sharp cries spilling from Olivia's lips only encouraged her further.
Her first thought was, 'okay, I can handle this. It isn't so difficult...' And then, 'oh god, Olivia...' when she added a roll to the end of her thrusts and realized that she might just actually end up receiving pleasure from this as well. The base of the harness rubbed deliciously against her, stimulating her, and she was amazed at how much she could feel even though the toy wasn't technically a part of her, only a means to an end. But what an end...
Both of them could feel the other's responses so clearly. Alex was aware of Olivia's inner muscles gripping the toy, milking it, clutching to keep hold of the shaft that was filling her, but not quite giving her everything she needed. Olivia felt more wetness coating the backs of her thighs and realized that Alex was enjoying this just as much as she was, and that thought only made her arousal spiral higher. Alex noticed too and let out a soft cry. God, when she had decided to try this, she had no idea she would be able to feel so much, enjoy it so much. This was always Olivia's thing, not hers. She had only wanted to try it to prove a point. But now... Maybe, once in a while, this could be a regular part of their repertoire.
Even though the muscles in her legs and hips burned in unfamiliar places, Alex was enjoying her lover's desperate pants and whimpers far too much to consider stopping or even slowing down. She didn't care. Olivia was close. So close already. Alex recognized the tightening in the line of her jaw, the cadence of her breathing, the way her hips held still for a split second to enjoy a sweet burst of quivering pleasure before bearing back down again.
Olivia knew that Alex could not sustain the rhythm she had built up for long. It was fast, hard – god, so hard – and almost rough, especially for her first experience with this kind of toy, but she had to admit that she was loving it, loving it, absolutely loving it, and knowing that it was Alex doing this to her, having her, making love to her only made it a thousand times more intense.
It was actually embarrassing how needy she felt, but Olivia was too far gone to care. But even the steady thrusts weren't enough. Alex seemed to realize it, too, because she picked a slower tempo, deliberately teasing Olivia, letting her ride the razor thin line, but just not – quite – pushing her – over...
"Oh god, Alex. Please."
"Please what, baby?" she asked, even though she knew exactly what Olivia wanted.
"Your hand, too... please... oh god, please..."
And knowing just how much trust it took for Olivia to beg, for Olivia to do any of this, give herself to anyone, especially in a situation like this – it earned Alex's admiration and respect, and most of all, her love. And however much she wanted to tease her brown-eyed lover, she had to oblige. Slowly, she curled a hand between Olivia's arched hips, pausing to rub over the ball of a hipbone before combing over the perfectly smooth skin waiting for her, exploring the top of the detective's folds, searching for just the right spot.
The practiced stroke of a thumb over the slick bud of nerves above her entrance sent her spiraling out of herself, spilling her release onto the toy and Alex's hand all at once, her eyes closing and her head and neck arching back to meet the tops of her shoulders, her lips parting in a primal, animalistic cry of pleasure.
One heartbeat. Two.
For a moment, she could only hear the roaring in her ears. But as the waves started to recede, she felt Alex lock up behind her, pausing in the middle of a particularly vicious thrust inside of her and shivering all over, letting out a surprisingly high-pitched whimper. She's such a guy... her pride won't let her come before I do when we're doing this. I'll have to tease her for that later, Olivia thought, but then her body surprised her with another round of aftershocks, effectively silencing her mind.
For a moment, they just rested there, blood pumping frantically through their hearts, lungs gasping for much-needed oxygen as they caught their breaths.
And then, with a slight shift of her body weight, Alex moved to hold Olivia tenderly, caressing the detective's cheeks and eyelids with her mouth as she drifted back down to earth, feeling light as a feather and absolutely euphoric. "Wow." The attorney allowed herself a small, smug smile, which Olivia was too enraptured to notice. She gave the toy still buried inside of her another soft nudge, making Olivia gasp. "Wow," she repeated.
Gently, Alex withdrew, hastily starting to undo the straps and cursing quietly under her breath when she realized that it was not as easy as putting them on and adjusting had been (which hadn't really been easy, either, now that she remembered it). Olivia, who was an old pro at this part, helped her unhook them and nudged the phallus down to the foot of the bed so that it was no longer in the way, wanting only the comfort of Alex's skin. The attorney yawned, her muscles still quivering from the exertion of energy and her own release. "We're not done, but I need a breather. You were the bitch tonight. I spoon?"
Olivia broke out into joyful laughter, still glowing from the orgasm that Alex had inspired in her. "How about we face each other for a little while. I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes and that pretty face of yours."
"Mm. You're such a sweet talker." But Alex complied, releasing her hold and allowing Olivia to roll over so that their lips could meet in a slow, tender kiss, this one much less frantic and hurried than any of their previous ones.
"It's late," Olivia murmured into her lips, stroking the ADA's blonde hair and taking Alex into her arms, temporarily switching out of the roles they had played at during the evening and nuzzling her cheek, inhaling her scent. Now, for a moment, they were equals again, just two lovers on even footing, enjoying being held by each other.
"Tomorrow's Saturday, you know," she pointed out.
Alex smiled. Yes, tomorrow was Saturday, and she had a feeling that the two of them were going to enjoy themselves when they woke up in the morning. Very much.