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Olivia leaned over to her right, moving the computer and the coffee cups to the end of the table, and turned back to Alex. "I'm not even waiting for the bed."

Alex moaned as their lips met, and Olivia lifted her up and set her on the edge of the table. Liv's hands were on her breasts and the kisses were frantic, as Alex immediately reached down and tugged the grey t-shirt from Liv's waistband, and began pulling it upward. The feeling of Alex's chilly fingers on her ribcage sent shivers up Olivia's spine, and it was a delicious feeling to be sure, but she wasn't about to let her hastily planned seduction be derailed. She pulled her mouth away from Alex's.

"No, no, no," she whispered, grabbing both of Alex's hands and pulling them free, holding them in her own between their faces. She kissed each palm, then every finger, one knuckle at a time.

"No?" Alex asked. Olivia didn't answer right away, though. She took Alex's clasped hands and raised them up over their heads, leaning in to kiss Alex one more time. It was a deep, searching kiss, and Alex leaned forward to maintain the connection as long as she could when Olivia once more pulled back. When their lips were a few inches apart, Olivia finally replied.

"No. That's not how this is going to go." She continued to hold Alex's hands, but took one of her own and placed it gently behind Alex's head, before pushing her backward onto the table. "Now," she said, never breaking eye contact. "Keep those hands up there, honey. Let me show you how eager I am."

Alex just nodded, not noticing the hard wood against her back or the newspaper under her head as Olivia pulled her yoga pants down, grabbing her panties in the process, and threw both garments onto the floor. She felt both cool as the slightly chilly air in the room hit her legs, and undeniably warm as Olivia put a hand on each of her knees and gently forced her legs apart. She moaned loudly as she felt a hot tongue lick the length of her folds. God, Olivia loved how she got so wet, so fast.

"Baby," she said, and unconsciously reached down with her right hand to tangle her fingers in Olivia's hair. But she was obviously too predictable, as Olivia was anticipating her, and reached up to grab her wrist before she could make contact.

"Uh-uh," was all Olivia said, and pushed Alex's hand onto her own belly, holding it there, as she continued to deliver one long, slow lick after another. Her tongue was flattened wide, and covering every inch of Alex, quickly elevating her desire. She lifted up, pressing herself into Olivia, but even this was apparently too much. Olivia pushed her hips back down and stopped her explorations. She looked up at Alex.

"You never learn, do you?" she asked. "Be still, honey, and let me take care of this. I know what you need."

"Okay," Alex agreed, and this time she meant it. She put her arms back above her head, and concentrated on stilling her hips under Liv's mesmerizing attentions. This didn't happen often, that Liv wanted to control everything, and it was admittedly hard for Alex to be so passive. But when she did, it was always, always worth it. Her orgasms were all the more intense for the self-control it took to be so patient, and so quiescent.

Thankfully, Olivia resumed her efforts, holding Alex's legs apart as she pointed her tongue and concentrated on Alex's clit, circling it with a slow, steady stroke. Alex exhaled, a deep breath, which was all she'd allow herself. Playing this little game meant remaining calm, controlling her breathing, waiting until the moment Olivia decided to push her over the edge. At this rate, it wouldn't take long.

Olivia, for her part, knew Alex's body well. Feeling how wet Alex was, she knew without asking the amount of restraint it was taking to not react to the feel of Olivia's tongue. She could feel Alex's heart rate quickening in her femoral artery, a rapid pulse belied by her even breathing. But even that, for all of Alex's self-control, was becoming more shallow, just a little ragged. Olivia quickened her pace, and traced Alex's entrance with one finger. Her reward was just the slightest involuntary movement as Alex felt her adrenaline spike along with her desire.

She wouldn't keep her waiting. "You're so good, sweetheart," she murmured, barely stopping to speak, as she slipped two fingers inside of Alex. She increased the pace and the pressure of her tongue—short licks designed to bring her quickly to the edge. A quick glance up at Alex's face told her she was achieving her goal. It was all she had to go on.

She was thrusting her fingers in and out of Alex at the same pace as she was licking her clit, pushing deep inside and curling her fingers as she pulled out, and still Alex was calm and serene, barely moving. Finally, Olivia raised her head and spoke

"Alex, baby," she practically growled.

"Olivia." One whispered word was her only answer, but her eyes were tightly closed, the strain of holding this in showing on her beautiful face.

"Open those eyes. Please. I need to see you," Olivia implored.

After a few seconds, Alex acquiesced, and Olivia felt heat and longing roll through her instantly at the sight of those blue irises, so dark with arousal.

"I need you to let go for me, honey," Olivia instructed. "Come for me, Alex." She didn't wait for an answer, lowering her head and placing her tongue directly on Alex's swollen clit as she added a third finger. She felt those long fingers in her hair, and Alex's hips raised up as she shuddered with the release she'd so patiently waited for.

Olivia felt her own warmth and wetness as Alex clenched around her. The orgasm was deep, and long, and as it subsided, Olivia slowly pulled her fingers free, and licked them clean. Alex, eyes wide open now, was clearly captivated by the sight and sat up, pulling Olivia into a kiss.

"God, honey," Alex said at last. "That was pretty amazing."

"I'm glad," Olivia said. "Guess I'd better do the breakfast dishes now."

Alex laughed. "I don't think so. Get your ass upstairs. My turn to have my way with you, but I know you're older. Your back can't handle that hard table, darling. You need comfort." She jumped off of the table and moved quickly to the steps before Olivia could react with a swat on the rear. Olivia started to follow, but was stopped in her tracks by the sound of her phone.

"Cragen," Alex surmised from the ringtone. She'd stopped halfway up the steel staircase, and her own disappointed expression was met with a similar one on Olivia's face. One more ring, and Alex smiled. "Get it, babe. Somewhere in Manhattan, someone needs my intrepid detective's services."

Olivia smiled back, never ceasing to be grateful that no matter how many takeout dinners and Friday night movies and Sunday afternoons were ruined, Alex never complained. "Thank you, honey," she said as she was already turning back toward the kitchen counter and her phone.

Long strides got her to the phone by the end of the next ring. "Benson." Same greeting, always, no matter who it was.

"Sorry to ruin your day off," Cragen began. "But we've got a mess in Central Park. I'm gonna need you on this one, Olivia."

"Understood, Captain. What's the story?"

"Just get here ASAP," he said. "We're at the Ross Pinetum. I'll fill you in when I see you." He ended the call without another word, and Olivia stood for a moment, pondering his reticence to give her even the most basic outline of the situation at hand. There were no good cases in her line of work, and call-outs were the worst: those were obviously serious enough that the detectives on duty needed assistance. But when the Captain wouldn't say anything, it was undoubtedly worse than usual. Or, God forbid, higher profile.

"Liv."

A voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up to see Alex walking toward her.

"What's up, babe?"

"A call-out, of course," Olivia replied. "I'm so sorry, honey."

Alex kissed her, then smiled. "It's the price I pay for living with a hero," she laughed. "Now, get moving. Sounded like he didn't say much, which means there's lots he has to say in person. Sounds complicated."

"Probably," Olivia replied. "Those sketchy calls never bode well for an open-and-shut deal, for sure."

Another kiss, then Alex took her by the shoulders and turned her toward the steps. "Now, get upstairs and change. No sense wasting time and brain power here when you could be there figuring out how to catch the bad guys."