Author's Comments: Ah, man. This is the reason it's rated M, folks.

Sorry about the mix-up with the last chapter, ignore the one I originally posted. It was from a different story, in case you couldn't tell, lol. Thanks electrikblue, for pointing it out to me.

Let Her Go

Chapter Seven

Part 1.

"How's Alex?"

Elliot's voice jolted Olivia out of her stupor. She broke her stare at the uncompleted paperwork on her desk and turned her head toward him, saying, "She's going to be fine. Rape kit came back clean, no signs of trauma. It doesn't look like our rapist got that far."

"I heard it's a woman," said Elliot.

Olivia listened for signs of anger in his voice, and heard none. "Yeah. Although the motive is still unclear. A fanatical Christian targeting gays, maybe?"

"But why wouldn't she go after gay men, then?" said Elliot.

"I don't know," she said. "Nick and I have to go back and interview all the victims again now, see if they know of any women who would want to hurt them."

"Did Alex come up with any ideas?" asked Elliot, leaning against her desk with his arms folded.

"No."

Elliot put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Be careful, Liv."

A flash of anger flared up within her, but then she looked into his eyes and saw that his concern was sincere, and not just a product of his overprotective ego.

"I will," she murmured, nostalgia gripping her chest. Elliot turned to leave, and she sighed, wishing it wasn't so damn hard to choose.

Part 2.

Alex collapsed into her plush leather couch when they got back to her place. Olivia eyed her legs extending down the length of the couch, and thought there might not be anything more exquisite in existence. "Liv, would you do me a favor?" said Alex.

"Anything," Olivia said, catching herself only after her desperation to please had revealed itself.

"There's some wine glasses up in the cabinet there," Alex said, indicating with her finger. "Would you get a couple down, and pour some of that pinot noir from the wine rack on the counter?"

"Sure thing," Olivia said, getting busy already.

She brought the full wine glasses to the coffee table and set them down. Alex pulled off her jacket to reveal shoulders covered only in spaghetti straps, picking one glass up while Olivia picked up the other, and they clinked the glasses together in a silent toast. When the glasses were mostly empty, Alex set hers down and rested her head in her hands, rubbing her temples. Unable to resist the curvy shoulders so close by, Olivia put a hand on one of them and began to dig her fingers and thumb into it.

"Mmmmm," said Alex, prompting Olivia to set down her glass as well so she could massage both of Alex's shoulders.

"You're tight," she said, reluctantly leaving Alex's side for a moment to pour them both another glass of wine. She sat next to Alex and took another couple of sips, and the buoyancy of her buzz made Alex's shoulders irresistible once again. "You want me to loosen them up some more?" she said.

"Please," said Alex, a cute smile forming on her lips as she downed the second glass of wine before Olivia could even get started. Olivia gently swept long blonde locks of hair away from those luscious slopes, and then pressed her fingers into Alex's back. Alex responded by saying breathily, "You have the magic touch, Liv. You can keep that up."

After the third glass of wine and a full back massage on Alex, Olivia's arms and legs began to feel like spaghetti and her head light from the alcohol. She was pretty sure that Alex could do anything to her and get away with it at this point, but she wasn't about to make a move after the traumatic experience Alex had gone through today. She finished up at Alex's shoulders once again, finishing out by brushing Alex's silky hair back onto them.

Alex slumped back against Olivia, and Olivia almost fell backwards as well before she bracing herself. Olivia closed her eyes and breathed in Alex's flowery hair, wrapping her arms around the thin waist in front of her, whispering into Alex's ear, "Tell me if I'm going too far."

Alex's chest rose and fell in unison with Olivia's, and she murmured, "Don't you dare stop, Detective."

The room, along with the stars and the universe, spun around her, centrifugal force bringing Alex closer into her as she kissed the bare ear within reach of her lips. All inhibition demolished by the toxic high of the liquor, she whispered, "I'm so infatuated with you right now."

Alex gasped as Olivia's lips moved lower to capture the lines of the perfect neck encased in them. The full weight of Alex's body fell against Olivia's chest, and now breasts were the most alluring thing in existence, desire pulling Olivia's hands toward Alex's flawless mounds of flesh. Alex didn't move, taking in the blissful touch of Olivia's fingers. Then she used Olivia's leg as a prop, supporting herself while she turned to face Olivia's waiting lips.

There was no turning back now, and there was no hesitation. Olivia wrapped arms and legs around her soon-to-be lover and reclined willingly as Alex pushed her back into a lying position on the couch. As if a gate had been opened, Alex attacked her, with lips on her mouth, and then her neck, and then hands lifting her shirt and bra as Alex's mouth reached its temporary destination of her hardened nipples.

"Oh my god, Alex," Olivia said, thrusting her hips into Alex's body to receive the full voltage of energetic current into her pulsing groin.

Alex slid down even farther, taking Olivia's pants down with her. "I want to teach you something I've learned," she said. "Being a woman has its advantages."

Olivia gripped Alex's head with her hands, and panted as Alex did something amazing with her tongue, first through Olivia's panties, and then after the slender fingers had removed them. "Wow, Alex," she exhaled.

But just when she thought climax was inevitable, Alex sensed her tensing muscles and pulled away. Looking at her through the diamonds in her eyes, she said, "Not just yet, Liv." She breathed, "Wait for it," and then proceeded to remove the remainder of her own disappearing clothing to reveal the most gorgeous body Olivia could ever hope to lay eyes on.

Unable to catch her breath but too far gone to care, Olivia accepted Alex's body on top of her, and a mixed-up sequence of ecstatic sliding of glistening flesh on flesh and exploring of hands on skin ensued. Their figures mashed and melded together, causing Olivia to lose track of where her body ended and Alex's began. She arched her back and exhaled hard several times, preparing for the inevitable peak of carnal gratification, paradise descending on her as she wished she could stay in this heaven forever. Olivia watched Alex's stunning face glowing as she reached the height of pleasure as well.

And then the inevitable crash came, and her body screamed for more. She and Alex panted like dogs, Olivia trying to relive the entire momentous occasion in her brain so that she could recall it at will later. Alex fell in a heap on top of her, letting her fingers trickle down the inner curve of Olivia's elbow.

"Wow," Olivia repeated. "That was incredible."

Alex acquiesced with her lips, parting them to plant tender kisses on Olivia's face. She stopped long enough to stroke Olivia's hair, saying, "I know." Their eyes met, and Alex said, "You are incredible, Olivia Benson."

Olivia smiled, closing her eyes and accepting the full weight of Alex's body blanketing her own as the drunken woman fell asleep on top of her.