Disclaimer: SVU is still not mine. If I could steal it and get away with it, the show would have to be on FX or HBO...
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The Cure for What Ails You
-iheartSVUandNCIS
My eyes open and I sit straight up in a bed that is obviously not mine.
I pat myself down, in search of my gun, when from beside me, a familiar voice calls out to me and a soft hand is placed on my shoulder.
"It's okay… you're with me." She says, and I relax instantly, allowing myself to fall back into bed.
What time is it?
Alex's bedroom has gotten dark, and the only light in the room is coming from the lamp on her bedside table.
I roll onto my side, propping myself up with my elbow, and watch as she puts today's paper down.
"Sleep well?" She asks, pushing her glasses up to where they belong with her index finger.
She reaches over and runs her fingers through my hair, trying to rid me of what I can only imagine is one hell of a case of bed head.
"Best sleep ever." I say, closing my eyes, unable to stop the tingling sensations that her touch is sending throughout my entire body.
She stops playing with my hair, and when I open my eyes, she is smiling.
"I'd like to think that I had something to do with that…" She says, and unless I have developed an overactive imagination in the past few hours, the tone she just used is more than a little seductive.
Alex Cabot is flirting with me.
I guess kissing a girl gives her permission to flirt with you a little…
Oh, my God!
I kissed Alex?!
I kissed Alex…
"I kissed you." I say aloud, as if saying it makes it all the more true.
She smiles then raises an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Let me guess… you're going to tell me that the meds made you do it?" She says jokingly, and I smile back at her.
Medicine has nothing to do with what happened between us.
She knows it.
I know it.
"I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you, Alex." I say, assuring her that my actions were indeed intentional and not the product of some kind of cough medicine and antihistamine concoction.
She narrows her eyes at me and I just smile.
"So you knew what you were doing?" She asks, and in her tone, I sense a hint of a challenge.
I nod, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I knew what I was doing, Alex…" I assure her once more, trying to erase the questions and fears I see in her eyes.
She moves closer to me, tossing the newspaper onto the floor, and her lips are inches from mine when she speaks.
"Mind doing it again?" She asks, and this time, she's the one who makes the first move.
Pressing her lips to mine, she pulls me on top of her, and I go willingly.
Now hovering above her, I support my weight with one arm and allow my free hand to do some much needed exploration.
My fingertips dip beneath her cotton tee to discover that Alex is in great shape, blazing a trail up her flat stomach until they come in contact with lace.
She nips at my bottom lip and I grant her access, my mind racing almost as fast as my heart.
Pulling away for just a second, she tugs at my tank top and smiles.
"I've always wanted to see what's beneath that leather jacket…" She says, watching me as I peel my tank top off and toss it onto the floor.
I smile down at her.
"All you had to do was ask…" I tell her, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt.
How long has she wanted to do this?
She sits up just enough to allow me to pull her t-shirt up and over her head.
I toss the shirt onto the floor next to my tank top and take in the sight of Alexandra Cabot in nothing but a pair of black almost nonexistent shorts and a bra that is as transparent as it is bright blue.
"Black is definitely your color." She says, her arms making their way around and behind me, her fingers on an unclasp-that-bra mission.
A liquid fire rushes through my veins but is quickly put out by the cool air that hits my bare skin, my bra tossed onto the floor to join the growing pile of clothes.
"And blue is definitely yours…" I say, shamelessly looking her over, thoroughly enjoying the view.
She sits up a little and, in what must be record timing, she is as bare-chested as I am, and we are both smiling at each other.
"Last chance to back out…" She says, her eyes locked on mine.
That's not happening…
"I'm not looking for a way out." I tell her, and she nods in understanding.
I've wanted you for so long…
There's no way in hell I'm going to not go through with this…
My body is weak, and the fact that my arms have started to tremble slightly does not go unnoticed by the beauty beneath me.
"You're in no condition to…" She starts but does not get a chance to finish her sentence, my lips putting an end to whatever it is she was trying to say.
My fingers get lost in strands of blonde as I pull her closer to me, aching for more contact with her, for more of her…
She sits up, and I am in her lap for only a second before she has caught me off guard and has rolled me onto my back, climbing on top of me and pinning me down.
Our tongues dance, then her mouth abandons mine so that her lips can leave her mark on my neck, her hands almost as busy as mine.
"I want you…" She whispers in my ear, and I shudder, her breath upon my skin causing me to tingle all over. "But I'm more than willing to wait…" She adds, pulling away from me, rocking back so that she can look into my eyes.
"Wait?" I ask, my thoughts so jumbled and traveling so fast that I am barely able to make sense of what she has just said.
She nods, and in her eyes, I see a patient passion that touches something deep inside of me.
"You need to rest… You need to get well, to get some of your strength back… You've been sick for almost a week, and your body is tired… Give yourself a chance to recover." She says, her fingertips tracing lazy circles around and around my belly button. "It's not like I'm going anywhere…" She says, sliding off of me and into bed next to me.
I close my eyes and let out a long sigh.
"I would like to present you with the Tease of the Year Award." I tell her, and she smacks me playfully on the shoulder.
I open my eyes and narrow them at her, silently informing her that if she knows what's good for her, she will stop laughing immediately.
"I'm no tease, detective… and when you're well, I'll show you that I know how to follow through…" She says, and I watch as she slips out of bed and into my tank top. "But for now, I'm going to go make you some soup… and I'm keeping this tank top…" She adds, walking out of her room, tossing a smile back at me over her shoulder before disappearing.
I smile to myself.
"You earned it." I say aloud to no one, sliding out of bed and grabbing her t-shirt, heading into the kitchen with it tossed over my shoulder.
I prop myself up against the doorframe, watching her move around in the kitchen before she turns around and notices me standing behind her.
"Do you always walk around half naked?" She asks, blatantly looking me over.
She opens her refrigerator and pulls out various vegetables.
"Yes…" I tell her, smiling as she begins to wash carrots, tomatoes, and potatoes.
Her eyes have been devouring me since the moment we walked into her apartment.
From the time I started peeling off my jacket until just a second ago, she has been looking at me with what I can only describe as hungry eyes…
And if she's feeling what I'm feeling…
That soup is gonna have to wait…
I toss her shirt onto the kitchen table and walk up behind her, my hands resting on her hips. I brush her hair aside, then place barely there kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder.
"You're so beautiful …" I whisper into her ear, then I continue to kiss her smooth skin.
She shudders, and when my hands find their way to her abdomen, she tenses up, gasping slightly as I continue to trail kisses down her neck.
"Keep this up… and there will be no soup." She says, drying her hands and turning around.
I smile, pulling her away from the sink.
"I'm not all that hungry." I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow, allowing me to pull her into the living room. "Not for food anyway…" I add, pulling her to me and kissing her slowly.
Once the couch is behind me, I crash into it, pulling her down on top of me.
Our tongues duel and when she finally pulls away, we are both breathless.
"What happened to you getting some rest?" She manages, her breathing ragged and her glasses out of place.
I shrug, pulling her recently acquired tank top up and over her head. I toss it aside and she smiles down at me.
"I'll get all the rest I need when I'm dead." I tell her, then her lips descend upon mine.
For what feels like a brief eternity, I am lost in a world full of overwhelming sensations caused by the exploration of her soft lips and the fact that she is now grinding into me slowly, her hips moving in small circular motions.
She pulls away from me long enough to whisper something in my ear.
"I have wanted you for so long…" Her hot breath hits my skin, her words, her tone melting me instantly.
Her lips travel down my neck and I moan as she cups both of my breasts.
My hands on either side of her waist, I pull her towards me, amazed by the feel of her skin against mine.
She is soft, delicate… yet strong, and demanding…
Her confession is still ringing in my ears, finding its way around inside my head and my heart.
She wants me…
My mind is flooded by memories of nights spent alone, dreaming of her… wondering what it would be like to touch her, to kiss her, to hear my name upon her lips spaced out between moans and sighs…
The soft scent of her hangs in the air all around me.
It is a fragrance I have committed to memory, the sweet blend of orchid and lilac shampoo and cucumber melon body wash, with just a hint of perfume that is feminine but strong…
She pulls away and leans back a little, no doubt wanting to make eye contact with me.
I meet her gaze, and she studies me intently before cupping my face in her hands.
"How long have you wanted me?" She asks, and I feel my blood begin to flow a little hotter through my veins.
My heart is still racing, and for the first time, I notice that her eyes are even brighter than usual, that they have become this brilliant shade of sky blue.
Her eyes have always fascinated me.
With just a look, she can tell you exactly what's on her mind… and if you get to know her, as I have over the past few years… one look can tell you how she feels, can reveal her heart to you…
"Since the day I laid eyes on you." I confess, my words sailing around in the blue pools before me as they settle into the deep recesses of her heart.
She remains quiet for awhile, content just to look into my eyes.
When she finally speaks, what she says sends my world crashing down all around us.
"I'm in love with you." She says, her eyes telling me that what she has just said is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. "I don't know when it happened… but I fell, and I fell hard… I don't want you to think that this is… that this means nothing to me. I'm letting you in because I have fallen in love with you…" She continues, tears forming in her eyes.
Her words leap straight into my chest, finding their way to my heart.
ADA Cabot is known for her way with words.
Syllables, phrases, quips… she strings them together for a living.
She's qualified, she's proficient, she's damn good at her job…
But Alex?
Strip away the business suit, take away the judicial jargon… get right down to the heart of the woman beneath me…
And there is one thing that I know about her…
She never says anything that she doesn't mean.
Mustering every ounce of strength I have, I stand up.
"What is it? Was it something I said?" She asks, and it's all I can do not to lay her on the coffee table in front of me and love away all of the questions and doubts I see forming in her eyes.
With her still in my arms, I make my way to her bedroom.
I lay her down on the bed and climb on top of her, straddling her, looking down into her eyes.
"Got something against my couch?" She asks, smiling beneath me.
I shake my head, then I begin to slowly plant kisses from her neck down to her collarbone.
"I want to make love to you… nice and slow… if it takes all night… I don't have anywhere I have to be… what about you?" I manage to say between kisses.
Her pale skin is all aglow as moonlight pours in through the window across the room.
I kiss her shoulder, stopping to sink my teeth into a spot that I have already found to be particularly sensitive.
"Nowhere but here." She says, her words breathed so soft and so low that I can barely make them out.
She moans as I trail kisses between her breasts.
I slowly run my hand up her abdomen to her left breast, my thumb and index finger stopping to gently squeeze her taut nipple.
With my mouth, I tease her right breast, kissing it, and swirling my tongue around the nub that is standing tall, demanding my attention.
I pull away from her long enough to blow a cool breath across her skin.
I feel her sink her fingernails into my back, hear her gasp as I take her nipple back into my mouth, once again teasing it with my tongue.
From somewhere behind me and to my right, my cell phone starts ringing.
Alexandra Cabot is naked…
Nothing else matters…
"Don't you think you should get that?" She pants, and I shake my head.
I continue to taste and touch, unable to get enough of her.
"Kinda busy… right now… they can… leave a message…" I say, in between kisses that start at her neck and end on her stomach.
I hook my fingers in the waistband of her shorts and tug them down, smiling as a bright blue thong comes into view.
She lifts herself up so that I can pull her shorts off, and the scrap of cotton is tossed onto the floor.
"Who gets naked first?" She asks with a smile, and I laugh as I hover above her abdomen.
You…
"As long as we both end up naked, it doesn't matter to me who gets there first…" I say, and I hear her groan in protest.
She's not as patient as she would have me to believe…
"I vote that if naked is our destination… you should get their first." She says, her smile growing wider as she slides a little further up the bed. "Strip it down, detective." She adds, and I can't help but do as I'm told.
I slide off the bed and stand before her, nervous for the first time since all of this began.
How many times have I dreamed of this?
How long have I wanted her?
I slowly push my black boy shorts down, and once they are a pool of cotton at my feet, I step out of them and towards the bed.
She looks me over, from head to toe, as I stand before her completely naked.
I watch as she slides out of bed and reaches out to me.
I go to her willingly, our bodies fitting together as if they were made to be pressed against one another.
She wraps her arms around me as she softly kisses my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder…
I should tell her that I love her, that I have for so long…
My heart speaks up, but I remain silent as she continues to kiss and to touch me.
"I have loved you for so long… At first, I was just attracted to you… but as I got to know you, I fell in love with you… your beauty, your strength… everything from the way you say my name to the way you stir your coffee… I love you… " She says, and her words bring tears to my eyes.
I never let anyone see me cry, but with her… it's different.
I don't try to wipe them away or try to stop them from falling. I shamelessly let them fall, knowing that I can trust her with my vulnerability.
Noticing my tears, she wipes them away and presses her lips to mine in a sweet kiss.
"Let me love you." She whispers, and I close my eyes as I feel her hands lovingly caress my body, her fingertips ever so gently gliding from my shoulders to my lower back.
I open my eyes and watch as she kicks her thong out of the way.
I take in the sight of her for all of one second before she pulls me towards the bed.
We tumble into bed, a fiery passion ignited in us both, and as we kiss, I feel my heart begin to pound harder and faster than before.
Tell her…
I need to tell her…
I pull back suddenly, rolling her onto her back, climbing on top of her and pinning her hands above her head.
"I have to tell you something…" I say, out of breath and gasping for air.
It's never or it's now…