Alexandra Cabot was a woman of restraint. She knew, and better yet, had been raised to know what was proper and what was not. All her life, someone had been there to tell her no. There were rules for bright young society girls, and the ones who wanted to be successful followed those rules if they wanted to achieve their dreams. Alex, wanting to make it for herself had added her own rules to those established for her as a child. She did not date in her office. When she did date, she did not do things like have wild sexual encounters in indiscriminate places. Her sex life was confined very discreetly to her bedroom, thank you. Public displays of affection beyond occasional hand holding were inappropriate, and even that occasionally felt oppressive to her. All her life she had found herself bristling when she watched others who felt the need to stand in her periphery and play tonsil hockey and she simply refused to partake in man's baser instincts.
That was why her relationship with Olivia had thrown her. All of a sudden, she felt an undeniable want…no, need, to touch the woman, all the time, everywhere. She wanted to press up against her, and have their tongues laced together, no matter where they were. Of course, they had some restraint, sometimes. But when her little brother had caught her sucking face with Olivia in her childhood bedroom at a family dinner, she knew she was pretty much a lost cause.
Which was why, now, she wasn't surprised to find herself in the precinct, upstairs, in the crib, the room where the officers bunked down after a long case, with Olivia's hands up her shirt, making out like a 15 year old boy.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Alex moaned into Olivia's mouth as her kiss deepened. She wasn't sure why she always said that, as though it would stop her, and surely, if Olivia stopped, she would simply crawl in her lap and whimper until she was finally satisfied.
Olivia let her hands roam up Alex's body, sliding over the smooth skin. She slowly dragged her nails across the smooth flesh and let satisfaction grow inside her as she felt the goosebumps rise on Alex's sensitive skin. Alex moaned and only then did Olivia whisper, "No, we shouldn't," as she continued her exploration hungrily.
"We could get caught," Alex said, her hands raking through Olivia's hair as she pulled Olivia's mouth tighter into her own. Olivia leaned into her, pushing her back against the small bed, her hands running under Alex's skirt positioning her thigh directly between Alex's.
Alex grinded into her hard, whimpering as she leaned her head so Olivia could answer, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses down the base of the detective's neck."We could," Olivia agreed, again. Sliding her fingers up Alex's thighs, she found the black lace that was blocking her path and slid it down Alex's long thin legs.
"Did I ever tell you I love you in black lace?" Olivia whispered deeply in Alex's ear, grabbing the underwear in her hand and putting it by Alex's head.
Alex simply moaned again, this time as Olivia slid a finger inside her. "Feel good, baby?" Olivia whispered. Alex nodded her head, as Olivia skillfully slid her fingers over Alex. Alex bit her lip hard as Olivia slid in and out of her, her body tensing, the intense feelings growing inside her.
"I want to touch you," she whispered in Olivia's ear, and she wasn't surprised when Olivia ignored her. Focusing what little attention she had, she moved her arm in a desperate attempt to reach for the button of Olivia's jeans. Popping it open, she slid her hand down the front of Olivia's pants, thankful her hands were just long enough to reach her intended target.
Both of them faced each other now, both tried to keep their mouths in contact to drown out the intense sounds that would escape without warning, neither being exactly the quiet kind. With a final skillful brush, Olivia was the first to tense, her body rocking with the force of orgasm, while Alex helped her draw out her pleasure. Afterwards, Olivia's focus was solely Alex, as she leaned over the blonde attorney, slithering down her body, running her tongue over Alex's throbbing center. With Olivia inside her, on her, tasting her and touching her, Alex came biting down on her own hand to muffle her cries. The two fell into each other panting in each other's arms.
"God, Liv," Alex managed.
Olivia just smiled at her, pupils wide, as she placed tiny kisses on the side of Alex's face. "Love you," Olivia said.
"You too," Alex said, staring into her eyes.
The knock on the door was entirely unexpected. Alex's first instinct was primal, and with a quick reflex, she pushed Olivia off her and grimaced as she watched Olivia fall backwards off the twin bed and onto the floor.
"Jesus Alex," Olivia complained. "It's locked," she said, gesturing to the door.
"Get up," Alex said, frantically pulling her skirt down, while tucking in her shirt with the same time, "Button your pants," she scolded as Olivia stared up at her baffled. "Get up," she hissed again.
Olivia stood up slowly, trying not to laugh at Alex's obvious panic. "It's okay Al, you look fine."
"You look like you just got fucked, get up," she said, again. Olivia stood and let Alex rake her fingers through her hair.
"You have that magic glow too, sweetheart," Olivia said with a smile.
Alex just glared at her as she pushed Olivia towards the door. Opening it slowly, she looked at Elliot's face. Figured. "What do you want?" She asked him, not even feeling the need to be nice. He looked at her with a questioning glance, wondering what he did to anger her in only a few seconds until he caught site of the blonde behind her.
"You busy?" He asked, a smiling growing across his face.
"No, Elliot. We were just reviewing cases." She said, willing herself not to blush—to look annoyed and bothered by him instead of feeling like her big brother had just busted her.
"Oh, cool," He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you guys mind if I crash in here then for awhile? It won't bother me if you're…."
"We're done," Olivia said quickly, grabbing Alex's hand and pulling her out of the room.
"If you're sure," He called out after her.
"We're sure," She called up after him, Alex tripping after her down the stairs.
"Olivia, he knows," Alex whispered in her ear.
"Alex, go, just go," Olivia said, pushing Alex out the door.
"But Olivia, I don't…" Alex said, trying to warn her.
"Go, he doesn't know," she whispered and she watched as a confused and worried Alex wandered out of the squad room.
Sitting at her desk, Olivia let her smile grow. She felt proud of herself, almost. Like a true player, as Fin would say. He would be proud of her. Of course, she would lose a limb if she ever told Fin; she knew Alex would actually murder her, but it was fun to think about.
"Uhh, Olivia?" Elliot asked, sticking his head out of the door to the crib and looking down to her at her desk.
"What Elliot?" She asked, staring up at him.
"Can you come up here for a second?" She sighed, pushing her chair back hard.
"What Elliot?" She asked again, stomping up the stairs.
"There's something up here I think you should see." He said. Her mind wandered, frantically trying to think what it could be. They had been careful. Well, not exactly careful, but they had not been caught.
He smiled at her, a smile that threatened to take over his whole face.
"You and Alex were up here reviewing cases, huh?" He asked.
"Why?" Olivia asked, suspiciously.
"You missing something?" He asked.
Olivia stared at him, her eyes widening as she ran her hands over her pockets. Handcuffs were on her back, her wallet, her keys, her badge—all were accounted for. "Don't think so."
"Alex might be," Elliot laughed.
"Elliot what the hell are you talking about?" She asked.
"Go check it out," He said, pointing to the corner bunk, the one that only minutes before they had been rolling on.
"What?" She asked warily.
"Give me your pen," he said, trying not to laugh.
"Okay," she said, handing it to him.
He walked over to the bed, and in a second, he had a tiny black lace thong dangling from the end of it. "It's too small to be Fin's, it's not Munch's color, and if it's not yours, who do you think this belongs to?" He asked her.
"Uh," Olivia stammered.
Tossing it to her, he smiled. "Call your girlfriend and tell her you found her underwear." Elliot said.
"It's not what it looks like," Olivia stammered.
"Really? Cause I've reviewed cases a lot of times with Cabot and she's never forgotten her underwear when we were done."
"Elliot?" She begged him with her eyes, the words not necessary.
He sighed. "Your secret's safe with me." He said.
She smiled at him and grabbed Alex's underwear off the end of her pen, shoving them into her back pocket. "Thanks," she said. "We'll, we, we'll…"
"I know," He said.
"Okay," She said, turning on her heel and walking away.
"Oh, but Liv?" He said as she turned around.
"You will never live this down," he said with a laugh. And oh God, she already knew.