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"How did it go?" Olivia asked, holding Warrior Pose, as Alex entered their bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.
Alex strode towards Olivia, simultaneously removing her blazer and tossing it and kicking off her shoes. She then gripped the detective's hips, forcefully walking her backwards towards the bed. The backs of the detective's knees hit with force, causing her legs to give, her body dropping onto the bed. "That well, huh?"
Alex pushed her back and climbed on top of her, covering her mouth with her hand, Olivia not able to contain a smile behind it.
"You smell like curry…" Olivia tried behind the blonde's fingers.
Alex laughed lightly and then whispered, "You have to be quiet, but…I have been thinking about you for the past hour and have driven myself crazy. Curry and all…" Alex removed her hand and kissed Olivia so forcefully, the brunette's lips mashed against her own teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey…Al…" Olivia tried. "Talk to me…how did it go?"
Alex began kissing Olivia's neck.
"I texted you a couple of times but you didn't reply. I got worried. Uhhh…."
Alex found the spot right below the detective's ear and began tonguing it quickly, flicking it forcefully before gently sucking her ear lobe, biting lightly. "Alex…" Olivia breathed.
"I couldn't text back. Manners." She licked Olivia's neck. "Then I couldn't while driving…" She reached underneath Olivia's white tank and fingered the smooth skin of her belly, moving upward to a warm, naked breast. "God, I love it when you don't wear a bra…" Alex lifted the fabric and eagerly found a taut nipple her lips covering it fully, adding pressure and stimulation.
Olivia moaned loudly and Alex covered her mouth once again. "No screaming," she grinned. Alex eased Olivia's gray yoga pants down, sliding them off her body.
"Sans underwear, too, Liv? Naughty girl…"
"Next, you're gonna ask me who I'm wearing. Are you gonna make me come or walk me through a red carpet description? I can't handle being turned on and then off again, Baby…my body can't take it…Oh, and it's a Hanes Her Way tank and Victoria's Secret pants, by the way. My stud earrings are Kate Spade, now let's get on with this."
Alex laughed, bringing her mouth down between the detective's legs, Olivia watching her every move, feeling her breathing become deep, trying to control her heart from racing out of her chest. Alex hovered, her mouth inches from Olivia's core. The blonde trailed a finger down Olivia's neat strip of hair, admiring the silkiness, before looking up at Olivia's face.
Olivia was more than primed right now…she'd been brought to the brink and then, just as quickly, let down in the past couple of days, without satisfaction. She felt her knees tremble slightly, her thighs quivering, desire filling her swollen lips, her core pulsing for a release. After those near misses, it would only be a matter of seconds.
Alex's whole mouth was on Olivia, quickly devouring her lower lips, her tongue flicking over her hard nub, Olivia jumping from pleasure. Olivia felt her face strain, her brow furrow with need as she arched her back and tilted her head.
"Oh, God, Alex…" Olivia was trying so hard to be quiet. The brunette blindly reached to her right and brought a pillow to cover her own face, groaning into it as Alex continued. Olivia panted, feeling her pleasure build as Alex's tongue firmly stroked her folds, her tongue moving with skill, deeper each time, the brunette reaching a burning height of sensation, then…" she moaned her release behind the down feathers and crisp cotton of her self-selected muzzle. She continued to moan as she came down, soft whimpers of approval, letting her knees fall, satiated to their sides.
Alex leaned in between the detective's legs and reached up, taking the pillow from her face and tossing it back to the headboard.
"Much better than yoga," the detective whispered, smiling.
… … … … … … …
That evening, the ride to the bed and breakfast that Alex and Olivia had chosen was peaceful, a comfortable silence between the women on the forty-five minute drive to the A Room with a View B&B located directly on the shores of the Atlantic. As Maroon 5's She Will Be Loved played softly in the radio, the couple pulled into the parking lot, the coarse gravel crunching beneath the weight of Alex's beamer.
Alex put the car in park and removed her seatbelt, "This is it…" she smiled at Olivia who had been watching her fiancé for most of the trip and, as horny as Alex was, she daren't look at her beautiful fiancé lest she pull off the road and have her pleasure her right then and there.
Olivia smiled, removing her own seatbelt. The brunette leaned over and softly pressed her lips to Alex's, breathing in her scent. "I'm glad we're doing this Babe. Might keep us satisfied for, at least, a few days," she smirked.
"Uh…Doubtful," she smiled, bringing her face in close to Olivia's.
Olivia reached to Alex's right thigh just below her crotch, squeezing firmly.
"I feel like we're on our honeymoon," Alex whispered, leaning in to the brunette again and kissing softly.
"Mmmm…I can't wait for that. Maybe we can go to Montana?" Olivia smiled, looking sweetly into Alex's eyes.
"I love you," Alex kissed her once again.
"I'll get the bag," Olivia stated, pulling the handle on the door.
They had only brought one small duffel bag to stay the night, with just the necessities. Alex got out, closed the door, and eyed the bag as Olivia took it from the back seat and closed the door. If anyone were to do a baggage check, Alex would be horrified—two dildos of different sizes, the pink vibrator, a big, black veined strap on, lubricant, massage oil, toothpaste, toothbrushes, bikinis and lacy underwear—only the necessities for a night of seduction and pleasure. It was like a porn star's work bag.
"Jesus, Olivia…if anyone sees that bag." Alex said nervously as Olivia linked arms with her fiancé and they walked up the steps to the B&B.
Olivia smiled. "If that happens, I'll do the talking," she offered.
"Oh, I'd love to hear what you'd say to explain it. I can imagine filtering would not be involved."
"You're probably right," Olivia said, nuzzling Alex's neck.
Olivia rang the doorbell, pulling the blonde closer and smiling at her.
Slow, shuffling footsteps were heard making their way to the door as the women watched the small window at the top of the door and then looked down at the doorknob.
Olivia looked at Alex again, "Someone short?" A smile began creeping across the brunette's beautiful face, perfect teeth shining. In an attempt to refrain from laughing, she buried her face in Alex's shoulder. "I think Grandma Moses might be the proprietor," she said, muffled against Alex's baby blue tank.
The door opened slowly and a woman of very petite, yet very rotund, stature opened the door slowly, looking up at the women.
"You must be Olivia and Alex Cabot," she said sweetly. She stepped aside, motioning for them to enter. "Come in, come in…"
"Cabot?" Olivia asked, bumping Alex's hip heartily.
"I had to give them a name, Liv."
"Hmmm…" Olivia looked slyly at the blonde.
"Welcome to A Room With a View. My name is Gertrude…and back there, piddling around somewhere is my husband Jeffrey. Jeffrey?"
Alex and Olivia looked through the doors of the kitchen and watched an elderly man, stooped over, white hair, focused on the ground as he walked toward them. He finally looked up. "I'm Jeffrey. I'm the caretaker, and this tyrant's husband of fifty years." He thumbed in the direction of his wife.
The women introduced themselves.
"Oh, my, we thought Alex was a man…" she blushed. "Didn't we Jeffrey?" Gertrude looked back at her husband who was now changing a light bulb on a lamp in the sitting room.
"Well, dinner is at six sharp, so that's in…" Gertrude looked at the large Grandfather clock against the wall, "…forty-five minutes. The TV is down here, there are none in the room, only books. Towels are in the bathroom and there are fresh linens on the bed. If you eat or drink in the room I ask that you bring your dishes and glasses down to the kitchen and wash them. If you go to the beach, make sure all the sand is off your feet before returning. If you do get sand on floor, I ask that you use the broom and dustpan to sweep it up. The refrigerator is stocked with essentials so help yourself any time you want. Alcohol is allowed but you'll have to get your own. Although there is no curfew, we ask that the noise be toned down by ten o'clock because we reside upstairs as well. No pets but I don't see any with you. Check out is at noon tomorrow."
Olivia placed a hand on Alex's back, the two looking at each other briefly, Olivia's face slightly apprehensive, yet simultaneous amused.
"Any questions?" Gertrude asked, handing them a key on a big, plastic seahorse keychain.
The women shook their heads.
"It's room 1. Jeffrey, take their bag upstairs for them," she called to her husband who was now tightening a screw on the doorknob.
"That's OK…" Alex jumped in. "We can get it." Alex began pulling Olivia towards the staircase, the brunette's body shaking with laughter as they ascended the stairs. "Liv…," Alex warned.
OOOOOOOO
They got to the room, Olivia's laughter threatening to erupt. She covered her mouth, her body convulsing, trying to hold it in. Alex unlocked the door and closed it quickly. Olivia doubled over, her hand on her stomach—sore from sit-ups she had done the previous day—as giggles took over her entire being. Her legs, so weak from laughing, were useless and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, Alex…" she put her hands over her nose and mouth, trying her best to compose herself. 'We can't stay here, Babe. This is like staying at grandma's for the summer."
Alex put the bag on the chair by the door and began pacing, her arms folded.
"Did you notice that there are no other rooms, Al? We're room one and the other room is theirs, right next door. It's like a horror movie," Olivia's eyes began tearing as her body shook again, another round of laughter taking over.
"How are we supposed to get out of this?" Alex stopped walking back and forth and questioned.
Olivia continued laughing, trying not to make any noise as her fiancé glared at her. "We have…we have…" she continued laughing, "…to sweep up…" She lay back on the bed, bringing her knees to her chest and covering her face, "sweep up the sand!" she cackled.
"Olivia Benson…" Alex's voice was stern. She sat next to the brunette and playfully hit her back side, letting her hand linger on her jeans fabric.
"There's no way, Al." Olivia finally stopped laughing but her smile remained. A final tiny giggle left her body.
"Well…what do you suggest?"
"We'll pretend you were called back home for an emergency."
"Me? Why me?"
"You're the doctor," Olivia said, matter-of-factly and then giggled again.
"Olivia…"
"Oooh, I love it when you say my full name, Al, but only when you're angry." Olivia removed Alex's glasses and folded them, placing them on the bedside table. She then scooted right next to Alex, pressing her thigh to the blonde's. Leaning over, she placed her mouth on Alex's pulse point, feeling it quickening underneath her tongue."
"I know you're right…this isn't going to work…ahhh…Liv…"
Olivia's hand slid in between the blonde's legs, moving under the fabric of her khaki shorts, reaching the thin fabric of her panties. Olivia gently teased the attorney with her fingertips, drawing a deep moan from her.
"I'm so horny right now, Liv…I could get off from simply what you're doing right now but I want to wait."
Olivia began kissing Alex's neck, chest, cleavage, her hand continuing to use her nails lightly, feeling the blonde's clit emerge from its hood.
Alex tried, eyes now closed, lips parted, "Let's go to Le Mondrian Hotel…it's about two miles northeast, five star dining, and privacy out the wazoo…even room service. We won't have to bring our own malt liquor forties in…or wash our dishes and sweep up our sand."
Olivia laughed against Alex's cleavage. "You go first and I'll follow about sixty-seconds later, in a rush of franticness, apologizing profusely."
Alex smiled. "Sounds like a plan."
A/N: I couldn't resist. I ended it there so the hotel scenes and a nice romantic dinner could come next. Would you have stayed at that B&B? Hell to the no.
