Warning: mature content. Read at your own risk. And don't be too harsh, please!
Alex woke up to a sharp kick to her ribs. It took her a moment to recognize her surroundings, but then she realized that she was home, with Olivia. The detective was thrashing around in bed, whimpering and mumbling incoherently. All Alex could make out was, "No, no, no, no, no. Help!"
Olivia's wounded pleas were tearing Alex's heart out, and she took Olivia's shoulders and said softly, "Olivia, it's okay. It's just a dream. You're home. You're safe. I'm here." She took a deep breath. "You're okay, ma chérie. You're okay."
Olivia's eyes flew open and she began to cry again, curling up into a ball. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Alex brushed a few strands of damp hair back from Olivia's forehead. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back her tears. "I love you, Liv. It's okay. It was just a dream."
"I know," Olivia said quietly, turning away from Alex and wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm sorry," she repeated.
Alex sighed and moved closer to Olivia, taking the detective into her arms and kissing her hair. "It happens sometimes. Don't be sorry." She hesitated, remembering how Olivia dealt with such situations. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Olivia sighed too. "He had me on my knees and he was going to rape me. You saw."
Alex got the sense that Olivia wasn't telling her everything. "What else?" she prodded.
Tears glistened in Olivia's eyes like tiny jewels as she said softly, "It wasn't me he was hurting. It was you."
That was . . . unexpected. Alex didn't know what to say. She'd never been good at this part. She just hugged Olivia tighter and kissed her cheek, hoping that it would be enough.
"You can't imagine what it was like there," whispered Olivia. "There's no privacy and they take advantage – they strip search you and they put their hands inside you and they tell you they're searching for contraband, but really they just want to cop a feel." She rested her head on Alex's stomach and the ADA stroked her hair. "It was awful."
"Why did you go?" Alex winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth, wishing she could take them back. She hadn't meant to sound so harsh.
But Olivia just smiled wryly. "I guess I wasn't really thinking. I thought I was helping, but I guess I hadn't fully assessed the risks. You weren't here to warn me."
Alex smiled back. "You know it's because I care about you."
"I know." Olivia smiled in nostalgia. "I'd almost forgotten what it was like."
"Oh, please," said Alex dismissively. "You had the squad. They're like family. I had no one. Everyone thought I was dead."
"I guess in retrospect, I didn't have it so bad."
"No, you didn't," agreed Alex, pulling Olivia closer to her.
The detective rolled over so she was facing Alex. She leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to Alex's. Alex smiled against Olivia's mouth and leaned into the kiss as the detective's lips parted to allow her access. They kissed deeply and passionately, reaffirming their relationship physically. Alex closed her eyes against the sensations. She'd missed this so much, the taste of Olivia in her mouth.
Finally oxygen became a necessity and they broke apart, staring into each other's eyes. "That was . . . wow," said Olivia.
Alex just shook her head, speechless for the first time in her life. She hadn't quite been prepared for the intensity of their kiss, but then, this was Olivia. Olivia's touch sent waves of electricity coursing through Alex's veins every time.
"Is that okay?" asked Alex finally, after she'd gotten her raging emotions under control. After what she'd seen today, she wasn't sure if Olivia wanted to take this any further.
Olivia nodded, leaning forward to kiss Alex again. "It's just you." When they broke apart, she added, "I've waited so long for this." She wrapped her arms around Alex. "Touch me."
Alex hesitated. She wanted to, although she knew in the back of her mind that she probably shouldn't. But for once, she let her heart rule her head instead of the other way around as she stroked Olivia's sides, delighting in the aroused shudder the gentle touch elicited from the detective. "Is this okay?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, nodding enthusiastically, then moaned as Alex snaked her hands lower. "Please," she groaned. "Oooooooh, God, Alex! Yes, yes, yes!"
Alex smiled as she felt the copious moisture between Olivia's legs and lightly traced circles around the spot where Olivia wanted her most, every so often dipping between the detective's legs to coat her with wetness. Olivia was moaning in arousal at the sensations, thrusting her hips forward to garner more friction. Alex smiled up at her, continuing to tease for a moment, and then thrusting two fingers inside Olivia.
The approving mewls immediately ceased, and Alex glanced up at Olivia to see the look of absolute terror on her face. "No," whimpered Olivia, squeezing her eyes shut.
Alex stopped as soon as she heard, but she feared it might be too late. She silently cursed herself. She should have known better. "I'm sorry," she said softly, not daring to touch Olivia, hoping she hadn't just sent the detective into a flashback.
Olivia sighed, burying her head in her hands. "God, I'm sorry, Alex. It's not you. It's just . . ." She trailed off, unable to vocalize the feeling.
"It's okay," said Alex quickly. "I understand. It might take time, and that's okay. I shouldn't have pushed you –"
"You didn't. I wanted it. Or at least, I thought I did." She looked up at Alex, tears glittering in those huge chocolate eyes. "Hold me?"
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