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Chapter 6
Soft hands sliding over her arms, her shoulders, her back, down to her ass, gliding, sliding, gripping, squeezing. That touch ratcheting up her need, causing her heart to pound in her chest, to thunder in her ears, to pulse between her legs, the tempo speeding with each brush of lips against her neck. Her cheek. Her mouth.
Smoky words rasped against her lips between ragged breaths, "I want to taste you Liv."
Oh god. That voice. That mouth. Those lips. Those soft, silky soft lips that were moving down her body slowly but with a purpose. Moving down, down, unerringly down. Through the valley between her breasts, not bothering to venture left or right to tease, to nip, to suckle her straining swollen tips. And for the life of her she couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. She leaned back against the wall for support as those lips, that tongue, moved down, always down, teasing, kissing, licking down, down over her abs that she could feel trembling in anticipation. Teeth raking over a protruding hip leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A hand behind her knee. Tugging gently. Silently beseeching. Who was she to deny it? She shifted her weight and watched as the woman before her guided the leg over a deceptively strong shoulder. Opening her wider. A moan escaped her as she watched the blonde's mouth tilt up towards her sex.
Breath, hot breath against her. Dancing over her, promising the world and the moon and the stars with the gentle caress of air moving over her wet and throbbing center. Blue eyes, blue eyes dark with desire and sparkling with love gazing up her body at her, pinning her to the wall as a pink tongue slowly slid out between plump kiss swollen lips, wetting them, readying them as they hovered above her, making time stand still as she waited, waited for Alex to release her.
"I love you." A whispered promise to match the silent ones she'd been hearing all evening. "I love you Liv." Again uttered on a breath, an awed breath as lids slipped down, hiding magnificent blue as the mouth hovering above her lowered to her, delivering a soft kiss to those sensitive lips before a quick tongue boldly ran the length of her.
Her eyes snapped shut as her head fell back against the wall. Stars. Flashing colors. Heat. God, so much heat. And Alex, her Alex touching her so tenderly, worshipping her so intimately. Fingers tightening on her hip as a hand trailed up and down the thigh perched on Alex's shoulder. Soft. So incredibly soft. Everything. The touch. The caress. Teasing her higher, and higher with each flick of a tongue, with every low rumbling moan against her. Her hips began rocking of their own volition as her climax grew closer. Rocking onto a greedy mouth that turned firm and demanding. Demanding she fall. Pleading for her to let it all go and silently promising to catch her when she did. It was too much, too much sensation, too much feeling and she knew that on the next flick of a tongue against her she'd come apart. And then it was there, on her. Tasting, stroking, making her heart flutter in her chest, flicking and …
"Liv, we're back," Elliot's voice booming over her shoulder yanked her rather violently out of her daydream. "Wow, are you feeling okay? You're looking kinda flushed," he observed when she turned toward him.
Olivia scrunched her eyes closed in an attempt to regain some control over her body before she answered, "Yeah El. I'm fine. Where did you guys run off to like excited little schoolgirls?"
"It's a surprise," Fin grinned as Munch did a gangly old man version of a happy dance behind him. "You sure you're okay?"
God no. I can't focus. All I can think about is Alex's hands and mouth on my body. "Yeah," Olivia offered a weak smiled. "Yeah. Maybe I'll just go to the bathroom and try splashing a little cold water on my face, see if that'll help."
The three boys all nodded and smiled at her as she pushed up from her desk and walked out of the squad room. Once she was clear of the double doors and out of sight Munch piped up, "So, do you think she was daydreaming about Cabot?"
Fin looked over at his partner and shook his head. "Has it been so long that you've been with a woman that you don't recognize the symptoms?"
Munch crossed his arms over his chest. "What symptoms?"
"Flushed cheeks, short breaths, dilated pupils," Fin rattled off a few of the more obvious signs of arousal.
"Hey!" Elliot interrupted them. "That's my partner. And, she's like our sister – so knock it off. That's gross."
"Yeah," Fin agreed reluctantly. "But you gotta admit – Olivia and Cabot … that's hot."
"Yeah," Elliot and Munch agreed.
Just then Cragen poked his head out of his office, his angry gaze leveled on his three male detectives. "Where were you yahoos?"
"Errand, Cap," Elliot held up the rolled sheet of plastic he was holding.
"Is that the…," Cragen's voice trailed off as he hiked a brow questioningly.
"Yup," Elliot grinned.
Cragen frowned thoughtfully. "I thought it was supposed to be done yesterday?"
Elliot shrugged. "Gus said that he had an issue with his screening machine and it took him a while to fix it so it ended up taking an extra day. Is it okay if we hang it from the crib?"
Cragen nodded and disappeared back into his office to call Liz and let her know that the sign was here as Elliot and Fin ran to their lockers to dig out the staple guns they'd stashed there before scampering up the stairs to hang the sign while John stood in the center of the room directing them.
"A little bit higher on your side Fin," he called out, waving his right arm higher. "Elliot, just bring your side down a smidge," he continued.
"What's Elliot bringing down a smidge, his ego?" Olivia asked as she reentered the squad room to find Munch look like he was directing air traffic and Elliot and Fin nowhere to be seen. She came to a stop beside the bespectacled detective and turned around to see what he was looking at. "Oh. My. God. I gotta call Alex," she muttered as she ran over to her desk and quickly dialed the ADA's number.
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Oh god, the taste, the feel of Olivia coming apart on her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. Heaven. And then before the last rocking tremor had subsided, before she was able to milk out a second orgasm from her trembling lover, the leg that she'd placed over her shoulder disappeared and strong hands wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her up off the floor. She got to her feet and was pulled against the heaving chest of the woman she loved, the woman who'd so quickly become her entire world. She buried her face in the crook of a sweaty tanned neck and breathed in deep the scent of her lover. Sandalwood and leather, as always, but now with a salty tint of sweat and a musky edge of sex.
Husky words danced over her soul as she was embraced by her lover. "I love you Alex."
She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive hollow of Olivia's throat, her own voice sounding rough to her ears as she replied, "I love you too Liv."
Strong arms squeezed her tight, "I never thought I'd find this," the confession uttered on a breath and caused hers to catch in her throat. She kissed the collarbone under her cheek, slowly moving her lips up the column of Olivia's throat until she found the brunette's lips and captured them in a deep reassuring kiss.
She felt herself being steered backwards toward the bed as the kiss deepened. Calloused hands on her hips guiding her back one slow step at a time. Right when she'd expected to bump into the bed she felt herself being spun around and then her lover's lips disappeared for a moment before she was pulled down onto Olivia's lap. She moved her knees to either side of her lover's hips as Olivia's mouth claimed hers once more. The hands on her hips began to move, sliding down her thighs to her knees and back up again. Over the side of her hips and up her back, grasping the wings of her shoulders and pulling her forward forcefully. Breasts crushed between arched and heaving bodies as mouths sought to devour. Teeth nipping at tongues at lips as strong fingers dug into her back and her hands tangled in short messy spikes; pulling Olivia in tighter, delighting in the feeling of their mouths, their bodies, their souls moving together.
The body beneath her leaned back, the hands on her shoulders sliding back down to her hips as her upper body fell forward in a desperate attempt to not break their kiss. Gasping, she pulled away by inches to rest her forehead against Olivia's sweaty brow.
"God I love you Alex," Olivia smiled up at her, the brunette's fingers playing at her hips. Rubbing, stroking, massaging. Thumbs digging into the seam where her hips met her body, fingertips grasping at the muscles of her ass. Pulling, tugging against her. "Let me love you?"
Oh god. That voice. So rich, so deep, so full of love. And those eyes. Big and brown and staring up at her as if they could see into her very soul and they liked what they saw. The swirling emotion visible in those mocha orbs the closest thing to liquid desire she'd ever experienced.
"Of course," her consent offered on a breath as she appraised the woman below her, searching for a sign as to what she desired.
Fingers digging a little harder into her ass as Olivia's grip on her tightened. Again tugging at her. Again pulling at her. Those subtle signs were enough to convey Olivia's wish. She loosened her limbs and allowed her lover to guide her higher up her body. Higher, over defined abs. Higher, her inner thighs brushing tantalizingly over firm breasts, hardened nipples scraping teasingly against her. Higher and higher still, until she'd arranged her legs around broad shoulders and hot breath flowed up at her heated core.
Strong hands sliding down her hips and over the outside of her thighs, tracing over the top of her knees before making their return trips up the inside of her thighs as she balanced herself above her lover's mouth. Her hips rocked forward, seeking, searching, as she looked down her sweaty body at her lover, her sex and her heart clenching at the look of pure unadulterated lust on the older woman's face as she stared up at her.
"Alex," her name whispered with awed reverence as Olivia's hands returned to her hips and began to gently pull her down toward her lover's waiting mouth.
The first gentle brush of her lover's tongue against her was electric, her pulse and her body jumping at the intensity felt from that tender touch. The low growl that rumbled from below her grabbed her attention as surely as the hands tightening around her hips did. She was pulled back down to Olivia's waiting mouth and her body became enflamed with passion as her lover's tongue delved inside her, deep, deep inside her, teasing, thrusting against her, the hands on her hips holding her there, unable to move away from the overwhelming onslaught of sensation. Desperate for something to hang on to she reached down and tangled her fingers in her lover's hair, scraping, scratching, massaging Olivia's scalp encouragingly as the tongue that was teasing her to madness increased its fervor against her. Her legs were burning from the strain of holding herself up, her body was burning with her orgasm that was building and coiling inside her, She could hear wordless moans of encouragement escaping her lips as her hips fought to rock against her lover's mouth. She was so close, so deliriously close. She could feel her nipples tightening, her abs trembling as she raced closer and closer to the edge with each loving, knowing flick of a tongue against her. And then Olivia's lips wrapped around her clit and the brunette began to suck against her hungrily, creating a faint buzzing in her head, a ringing in her ears …
… A ringing in her …
… A ringing …
… Ringing …
She watched, detached, as her own hand reached across her desk to grab the phone out of its cradle. "Cabot," she husked.
"Oh god don't answer the phone sounding like that," Olivia's voice greeted her.
"Like what?" Alex asked, her voice steadier but still low and throaty.
"Like you were just thinking about what I've been thinking about all day," Olivia replied tiredly. "You are wreaking hell on my concentration Counselor."
Alex chuckled softly as she looked around her disorganized desk. "I could say the same for you Detective," she drawled. "Is there a reason you were calling or was it just to interrupt the rather spectacular daydream I was having?" she asked as she began rearranging piles of paperwork, thankful that there was no court this week due to the holiday and that tomorrow she and Liv would be heading up to Boston and she'd be able to stop having to pretend to care about work.
Alex smiled to herself as she listened to Olivia's voice drop to a whisper, "Who was in this spectacular daydream?"
"Two guesses," she offered with a smile as she sat back in her chair.
"Damn," Olivia muttered. "How much longer until five o'clock?"
"Two hours," Alex answered regretfully. "So really – what's going on Liv? Do you guys need something?"
"Can you come down here?"
"Sure," Alex answered as she stood from her chair. "What's up?" she asked as she grabbed her suit coat off the back of the visitor's chair she'd draped it over and slipped it on.
"Just get down here," Olivia chuckled. "This is one of those 'you gotta see it to believe it' kind of things."
"Alright," Alex frowned as she pinned the handset between her ear and her shoulder so she could straighten her cuffs. "I'll be there as fast as I can," she promised.
"I love you Alex."
Alex smiled. "Love you too Liv, see you in a few."
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Alex glanced at her watch as she hurried out up the steps to the precinct, her unbuttoned coat flapping around her legs and her loose hair blowing in the breeze. She threw open the front door and strode purposefully inside as if she owned the place, ignoring the inevitable stares that followed her appearance. She joined the small crowd waiting for the elevator, shuffling in behind the group with her briefcase grasped firmly in front of her. The doors opened at her floor and she exited the car without a backwards glance, eager to see Liv and to see what was going on with her squad.
The concentrated rhythm of her clicking heels alerted her detectives to her impending arrival and when she turned the corner into the SVU squad room she found Olivia perched on the edge of her desk with a smile on her lips.
"Counselor," she nodded, her eyes conveying her true feelings – I love you, I missed you.
"Detective," Alex replied. "You wanted to see me?"
"Always," Olivia smiled as she pushed up off of the edge of her desk and crossed the few feet of dull linoleum separating them to take Alex's briefcase and coat from her. "The boys have been scheming," she whispered against the perfect shell of an ear as she moved around the blonde helping her out of her coat.
"Have they now?" Alex smirked as she turned to her lover. "And this is why I needed to come down here?"
"It is," Olivia nodded as she spied her friends entering the squad room from Cragen's office.
"Charlie!" three distinctly masculine voices called out exuberantly.
"I knew you'd come back to me," Munch smiled.
"She's not here for your old ass," Fin smacked his partner. "You dirty old man."
Alex laughed throatily as she turned to the group. "So what have my angels been up to?"
"You need to go in a little bit further to see," Olivia gave Alex a gentle shove. "And look up."
"Look up?" Alex asked.
Olivia nodded.
"Okay then," Alex drew a deep breath and took a few more steps into the middle of the room, stopping between the pairs of desks and turning to look up at the crib. "Oh my," she laughed, her right hand lifting to cover her mouth in surprise.
Surprise, because there, hanging above the SVU squad room, was a three foot tall by probably six foot wide banner that read 'Cabot's Angels', the bold gold colored words superimposed over a charcoal colored silhouette of three men holding their guns up in the universally recognized Charlie's Angels pose. Her shoulders shaking with barely restrained laughter, she turned to find Elliot with his gun pointed up at the ceiling, flanked by Fin and Much who also had their service weapons drawn, all of them doing their best impression of the angels.
"Oh god!" Alex squealed, unable to hold back her amusement any longer. "You guys are too much!"
"That's one way to describe them, I guess," Olivia drawled playfully as she came to stand behind the blonde. "You should see the t-shirts they ordered."
Alex turned to Olivia and whispered. "T-shirts?"
"Yeah," Elliot piped up and when Alex turned back around to the guys they all opened their button-down shirts to reveal white tees with an identical logo to that on the sign screened on them.
"Go stand with the boys Alex," Liz Donnelly's familiar voice drawled from the entrance to the squad room. "And I'll take your picture."
"Picture?" Alex turned to her godmother.
"Yeah Cabot!" Elliot grinned. "We need a picture!"
"Picture!" Fin and Munch echoed jovially. "I want a copy in an eight by ten for my desk," Munch informed Liz who smiled and nodded.
"Go on," Olivia laughed as she pushed Alex toward the boys.
Alex laughed as she walked over to where the guys were standing. She threw her head back and laughed harder when the three of them dropped to a knee in front of her and resumed their pose. "You guys aren't going to wear the shirts on the Today Show tomorrow are you?"
"Nah," Fin assured her. "We got something else planned for that."
"Oh god," Alex groaned.
"Come on Alexandra," Liz admonished. "Don't just stand there – do something!"
Alex glowered playfully at Liz before she put her hands on her hips and smiled saucily at the camera.
"On three," Liz called out as she framed the shot in the screen on the back of the digital camera. "One … two … three …"
"Boobies!" Olivia called out loudly, which got Alex and the guys laughing hysterically.
"Got it," Liz announced as she glanced at the screen. "Well played Olivia," she grinned.
Olivia chuckled and grinned back at the Bureau Chief. "Thank you Liz."
"Boobies, Detective?" Alex drawled as she closed the distance separating her from Olivia. "Very mature."
Olivia laughed and wrapped her arms around the teasing ADA. "It got them to laugh," she murmured unapologetically in Alex's ear.
"Hmm," Alex huffed.
"Besides," Olivia grinned as she brushed her lips across the shell of Alex's ear. "I've been thinking of yours all day long."
Alex smiled and tilted her mouth towards Olivia's ear conspiratorially. "I've been daydreaming about your tongue," she whispered huskily. "And your hands."
"Fuck," Olivia groaned, her earlier discomfort reappearing in an instant as all the moisture in her body flowed south to settle between her legs.
Alex smiled and dropped a quick kiss to her detective's cheek. "I gotta get back to my office and finish a couple things before we head out of town in the morning after the show. Meet you at my place tonight?"
"Mmm," Olivia nodded distractedly.
"Good," Alex smiled. "See you later then," she called out as she grabbed her coat and briefcase off of Olivia's desk and strutted out of the squad room.
"You got it bad Benson," Liz chuckled. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning – make sure you don't keep each other up all night, you need to look presentable," she directed with a smile before she too turned to leave.
"Damn Liv," Elliot muttered once the squad was left to themselves once again. "You look all flushed again."
"Yeah," Olivia nodded jerkily, thinking if she left now she'd be able to pack and get to Alex's place before the blonde finished work. She looked at her watch and noticed that there was only another hour left on her shortened schedule. "Maybe I'm coming down with something. I think I'm going to head out so I can get some sleep before we need to be at the Today Show tomorrow morning. See you guys there?"
"Sounds good Liv," Elliot frowned. "I'll tell the Cap you went home sick. Take care of yourself, you don't want to meet the family looking like shit."
"Gee, thanks El," Olivia smirked as she gathered her coat and keys. "I'll see you guys in the morning!" she called out with a wave as she exited the squad room.
Elliot, Fin and Munch turned at the sound of Cragen's door opening. "Where's Olivia?" Cragen asked.
"She said she wasn't feeling well," Elliot reported with a shrug. "So we sent her home to rest up for our big appearance tomorrow morning."
Cragen nodded. "Okay. Who's catching tonight?"
"We are," Fin raised his hand to indicate himself and Munch.
"Alright. Then you need to get out to this scene that was just called in," he handed Munch a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it. "Elliot, I want you to try and knock through those fives," he waved at Olivia's desk where all of their unfinished paperwork was piled up.
"See you later Elliot," Fin grinned as he snagged his coat and shrugged it on.
"No good deed goes unpunished my good man," Munch laughed as he clapped a frustrated looking Elliot on the shoulder before he followed his partner out the door.
"Paperwork," Elliot grumbled as he yanked the top file off of the pile. "I hate paperwork."
