A/N:
Research: the June 5th, 2009 Newsweek did have Oprah Winfrey on the cover with the title I mention in this chapter. Also, there is a 1987 Datsun that I remember vividly cruising the roads in my junior high days.
I hope you enjoy the progression of the story. Things are never easy in life and, rather than just quickly having a happy ending, I want it to happen naturally. Alex's mother is hurt for many reasons and will come around eventually. Until then, it will be a trying time but the women will have each other and Alex's gorgeous brother, Jonathan.
Oh, how I'd like to meet this John-John…
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Patricia
4
Alex's eyes slowly opened, her skin chilled with a layer of gooseflesh in the morning air conditioning. She felt a warm arm wrapped around her waist, a leg hiked over her thighs, and a steady warm breath on her neck. Realizing the covers were completely bunched down at the foot of the bed, she looked down at her fiancé. Olivia was in a deep sleep, her face buried in the attorney's neck, her mouth open wide, chestnut hair covering her eyes.
Now awake and realizing how cold she was, she shivered. Olivia stirred. Alex could hear her close her mouth, and then lick her lips, trying to regain some moisture after having had it opened for so long. Alex looked down and smiled. She noticed goose bumps on Olivia's arm and tanned thigh, as well.
"Babe?" she questioned softly.
"Hmm?" Olivia moaned, eyes closed.
"I'm freezing…"
Olivia reached her right arm up toward the ceiling, squeaking out a yawn and a stretch before returning her arm to the blonde's waist. "Me, too…"
Alex smiled, burying her nose in the detective's sweet smelling hair and kissing her forehead. "Can you reach down and pull the covers up…please?"
Olivia yawned once again, eyes still closed, sat up, reached down, and pulled the sheet and cotton blanket over them, returning to her previous position.
"Thanks, Liv…"
"No problem," she mumbled.
They lay there another few minutes. Alex mentally decided that she would get Olivia acquainted with her brother today. She realized now, she could not control her mother's feelings and it was quite obvious that her mother would not warm to Olivia so easily. Maybe, in time, it would happen, but Alex had to comprehend that it might not ever happen. She would have to let the cards fall as they may and leave it to fate.
Olivia didn't deserve seeing her fiancé so unhappy. It very obviously stressed the detective out and was not fair to her. This was their time to be happy, to celebrate. Alex would try her hardest to make this trip a joyful time for Olivia and herself. After all, this was their engagement, their wedding.
"So…" Olivia began, "…beach day today, right?" She leaned up and kissed Alex's jaw, planting soft kisses along her chin, neck, and cheek. "What time is it?" She questioned, propping herself up and squinting at the sunlight coming through the window above them.
Alex reached to her left and picked up her cell from the nightstand. "Eight forty-five." She placed it back down.
"Mmmm…we slept a long time," Olivia sat up, stretching, the sheet falling to her toned belly, her glorious breasts on display.
Alex sat up and cupped Olivia's left breast, squeezing firmly as she buried her face in her neck, sucking softly. "We never called Kathleen last night," Alex mumbled against Olivia's skin.
"Uhh, no…no we didn't."
Alex's hand moved to Olivia's other breast, the attorney relishing in the feel of soft, firm warmth as she lightly ran a soft palm over her taut nipple. "We can call her tonight…see how our baby is doing."
"If I know Hillary, she's sleeping on top of Kathleen every night, smothering her."
Alex laughed, her mouth licking a trail between Olivia's breasts before moving to her left nipple and sucking, tonguing it lightly feeling Olivia shuddering beneath her mouth.
"Babe…" Olivia looked at Alex, pupils dilated.
"I want to taste you, Liv. I want to feel you come around my lips and tongue.
Olivia's cocoa eyes darkened, a smirk on her beautiful, sleepy-eyed face, as Alex slid her body down, positioning herself between Olivia's legs. Alex placed her palms on the detective's knees and pushed her thighs further apart, her gaze not leaving the brunette as she grinned knowingly.
Alex took her index finger and traced a path from Olivia's belly button down to the top of her mound and the top of her clit, in between her lips—the brunette gasping softly. From the detectives' heavy lids, Alex could tell it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge.
Olivia's lower lips were already swollen with desire, her arousal evident from the pink nub poking through and the glistening of her core. Alex opened her mouth, pressing her opened lips to her entrance and then lightly flicking the awaiting protrusion with the tip of her tongue, the brunette jumping from the sudden sensitive contact. Alex began sucking and tonguing Olivia's entrance, softly drawing swirls and lines with her tongue and her lips applied suction. It didn't take long for Olivia's body to tense, a light gasp from the detective.
"Jesus, Alex…I'm…this…is…" Her head titled backward as she made a tiny high-pitched moan. Alex simply flicked Olivia's clit a couple more times with quick, rapid movements.
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"Fuck…uhhhh," she whispered, waves of euphoria rolling through her within seconds, her hips bucking uncontrollably against Alex's tongue and lips.
Once Olivia came down, her slight panting ceased, she smiled, opening her eyes. "God, that was…fast," she whispered.
Alex rested her chin on Olivia's upper thigh, her expression turning contemplative.
Olivia took a deep, satisfied breath, placing her hand on Alex's jaw. "What is it, Babe?"
"I'm sorry about my mother…"
Olivia shook her head. "Alex…please. It is not your fault. Don't apologize, Baby."
"I know, but I feel responsible. She is being absolutely unreasonable. She has no reason not to like you."
Olivia nodded as Alex moved her body back up to join Olivia on her pillow, looking into the detectives chocolate orbs, their faces within inches.
Olivia began, "If there's one thing I have learned through the years…it's that it's just you. Forty years from now it will just be us…people pass on, others get old, our children will be grown up and be our caretakers and guardians. As nice as it would be for everyone to get along…like you said, it might not happen. Why waste time worrying about people that might not change."
Alex opened her mouth to speak but Olivia placed a finger on her plush mouth. "I know she's your mother, I get it. I had a very strained and rocky relationship with mine, as you know…"
Alex nodded and kissed Olivia's finger before the brunette took it away and fingered her jaw.
"We're adults; we're our own people now. It would be nice if everyone was accepting and happy for us but that's not how life is, is it? You and I have seen the scum of the city and if the only thing I'm getting is a mean look from your mother…I think I can handle it." Olivia smiled.
"But you shouldn't have to get a mean look, Liv, or handle it, as you say. You don't deserve that treatment. She doesn't even know you. She met you once years ago, once more at our apartment for, what I thought, was an apology and reconciliation—which wasn't by the way. I think my father talked her into temporarily seeing the light. Then, they came down a week later and we had dinner for two hours. She just doesn't know you, Liv. And that's what's frustrating about this whole situation. If she did know you, she would fall completely in love with your soul!" Alex's voice level had risen throughout her speech, her passion palpable.
Olivia smiled at her fervor and clutched the back of her head, fingering silky tresses before pressing her forehead to her fiancé's. Olivia inhaled deeply and let it out closing her eyes. She opened them again and looked into blue pools. "I love you and that's that. Nothing will ever change it. You have to know that. I am yours eternally, Alex Cabot."
Alex smiled and pressed her lips to Olivia's, breathing in, lips parting, soft tongues stroking each other's warmth. Alex pulled away first, Olivia's eyes still closed.
"I suppose we should get up for the day," the brunette whispered.
"Might be a good idea, seeing as we're not the only ones here this time." Alex kissed Olivia once more and sat up, slipping from the bed and walking to the dresser and retrieving her new blue and white Hawaiian print bikini, a v-neck white t-shirt, and red and white plaid capris.
Olivia admired the blonde's lithe unblemished body—save for the tiny scar in her shoulder from her gunshot wound years earlier—as she leaned over the drawer and closed it. "So now we have to put clothes on, huh?" Olivia sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
"Sorry, Babe…as much as I'd like to see your sexiness all day, I'm afraid you have to cover all of that incredibleness up." Alex smiled as she dressed.
Olivia groaned and stood, walking to her side of the dresser, taking out her new purple halter back bikini that tied at the neck—that she bought to be more socially acceptable—a pair of Capri jeans, and a black tank top. "What's the dress schedule for breakfast?" she smirked, putting her capris on.
"Very funny," Alex said, narrowing her eyes and smiling. "But seriously, it's probably casual.
"And this?" Olivia held her arms out to her sides for inspection.
Alex shook her head smiling and walked up to Olivia, "This…" she said, wrapping her arms around her, "…is perfect."
Olivia wrapped her own arms around the blonde as Alex leaned forward and kissed her fiancé.
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Moments later, after faces had been cleansed, hair and teeth brushed, Alex and Olivia entered the kitchen. On the kitchen island was a plethora of muffins, bagels, fruit, toast, jams, jellies, cream cheese, and butter.
Alex moved into the kitchen. "Coffee, first." She took two cups down and turned to Olivia, "Babe?"
"But, of course, please."
Olivia took a seat at the counter, picking up a Newsweek magazine that was lying in front of her. It was the June 5th copy and Oprah Winfrey's face was emblazoned on the cover. It read Crazy Talk : Oprah…Wacky Cures and You.
Alex walked up with both coffees and set Olivia's in front of her before taking a sip of her own.
"Thanks, Babe." Olivia continued, "They need to leave Oprah alone. She's one of the few celebrities actually helping people these days. Yet all they can do is critique every topic she has on her show."
Alex smiled over her cup. "I didn't know you felt so strongly about Oprah, Babe."
"We almost named our cat after her, remember?" Olivia smiled, reaching up to Alex's elbow and fingering the softness lightly.
"Oh, I remember…I'm glad we didn't go with Sacagawea."
"Or Queen Latifah…" Olivia smiled.
"Morning girls," Jonathan chirped, looking buff in black and white board shorts and a gray t-shirt, big bare feet padding into the kitchen. He walked up to Alex and kissed her cheek and then approached Olivia, doing the same.
"Did you ladies sleep OK?" He asked, retrieving his own cup and coffee.
Alex looked at Olivia, Olivia smiling impishly. "We slept fine, John-John… How did you sleep?"
"I slept well, thank you. I talked with Anne Marie around midnight and then went to sleep."
"Mmmm, the Brazilian Ballerina turned doctor," Alex noted, looking at Olivia. "Jonathan told me a little about her yesterday, but I want to hear more, brah…" she informed him.
"And you will, Allie… Are we hitting the waves today?"
Olivia almost choked on her coffee, a little coming through her nose.
Alex quickly handed her a napkin from the island, shaking her head and smiling. "You OK, Liv?"
"Yeah, thanks. You surf, Al?"
"I have…is that surprising? John-John taught me in my early twenties. I haven't surfed in about ten years but I think I could pick it up again."
"We could have surfed with Todd and Chris," Olivia laughed.
"The surfers?" Jonathan gave a quizzical look. "Was it Todd Henderson and Chris Jeffries? Why do those names sound familiar?"
"Don't know Johnny, but they were following us around last time we were here."
A light bulb lit up in Jonathan's head. "Oh, yeah…I remember reading about them in the paper. A few years ago, Southampton High, there was a big scandal with one or both of them sleeping with their teachers."
Alex and Olivia looked at each other, eyebrows raised and mouths open before breaking into laughter.
Jonathan half-smiled, looking between the women, "What?"
"Sounds accurate," Alex stated. "We'll have to tell you of our experiences."
"I can't wait," Jonathan smiled.
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OOOOOOOO
Olivia paddled out on her red board, her arms feeling like jelly after almost an hour of popping up and riding chest-high waves into the shore. Alex was a natural and had already caught quite a few waves so far on her blue 9-foot soft board. Jonathan had gotten three rash guards for them from the shed before they left and had been a great teacher and an even better surfer as he guided Olivia to ride the first waves she had ever ridden in her life. Alex paddled her board up parallel with Olivia's, pulling up right next to her and floating, gripping the brunette's board to keep them together.
"Hey…" she breathed, hair slick, toned ass on display. "Having fun?" She smiled at the brunette.
"Definitely, Al. This was so much fun. It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, though…" Olivia smiled and reached over, brushing a piece of damp hair from Alex's eyes. "God, Alex, you look like Sports Illustrated photographers should be here right now…" she whispered, her voice heavy with lust.
They watched Jonathan exit the water and place his board on the sand before sitting on it, looking down along the shore.
Olivia leaned over and kissed the blonde, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
"John-John says you're a natural. He is amazed at how fit you are."
"Amazed, huh?" Olivia smiled.
"I think you're amazing, Babe." Alex placed her hand on Olivia's back, squeezing firmly.
"I know you do…and I, you…" Olivia kissed the blonde once more. "Want to go to shore?"
Alex nodded. The two women made their way to the shallow water before standing and walking, carrying their boards the rest of the way.
They put their boards on the sand and sat on them, as well, looking out across the water, a peaceful lull falling over them.
"What do you say we go to Captain Jack's for lunch? My treat." Jonathan asked, still looking across the water.
"That sounds good…Liv? You up for some fresh seafood?"
"Mmmm, yes, I am."
"OK, let's go back, shower, and we'll leave in about an hour. How does that sound?" Jonathan asked. He stood and offered both hands to the women, who took them, and he pulled them up effortlessly.
They grabbed their boards and began walking to the boardwalk and back to the house, Jonathan walking ahead.
"Only if we can take that 1987 Datsun you've got. I wanna see what that baby can do," Olivia coaxed.
Jonathan laughed, "You're gonna see it not pass the emissions test is what it can do. We can take it but someone's gonna have to ride on someone's lap."
Olivia sidled up to Alex, bumping into her intentionally. "This one can ride on my lap." Olivia winked at her fiancé. "I have no problem with that."
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