A/N: Alex and Olivia are in their fifties and the kids are fifteen and fourteen. Olivia thinks they should both get in shape. It becomes a competition after Alex is more than a little resistant.

Side note: I just absolutely LOVED writing this! I loved writing Alex like this. I think we can all see it coming from her. I sat down and wrote it and it just flowed. I hope you enjoy and I would love to hear from you, as always!

The Competition

Alex poured her first cup of coffee for the morning and took the tiny cream pitcher from the counter and poured, watching as the dark liquid became a creamy tan color, swirling on its own. She then reached for the sugar container and took the spoon, already inside, and began to scoop.

"No sugar, Al…it's not part of our diet plan…" Olivia's voice entered from the hallway now.

Alex stopped, just short of putting the sweetener in, and then set the spoon back in the holder. "And who says I can't have a teaspoon of sugar in my coffee?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure that'll be Luke…" Olivia countered.

"Who the hell is this Luke guy? Some amped up, thick-necked, steroid-treated superhero?"

Olivia giggled then, moving to retrieve her own cup of coffee. "He's a new rookie, but he's also a personal trainer in his spare time…be nice because he's offered to train us once a week on exercise and nutrition…and free, I might add…"

"There's nothing wrong with the way we eat, Liv…we always buy healthy…"

"No…no, there isn't, Al…and you're right…" Olivia reached for her empty, awaiting mug, already set out, "…and he'll be proud of our refrigerator and freezer and pantry when he looks at them…" The brunette smirked at her before reaching for the carafe.

"And his…intentions…are strictly altruistic?" Alex questioned, bringing her sugar free coffee to her lips and sipping, grimacing in the process.

"Yes, Al…strictly humanitarian…" Olivia crossed her heart with her forefinger.

Alex eyed the brunette who was wearing a pair of dark gray capri leggings, gray Nikes, and a gray racer back tank that read I Run This City. She also had a black, terrycloth headband on, that beautiful thick hair in a cute ponytail. "And what are you wearing, Olivia?"

"This?" Olivia looked down at her own ensemble. "Workout gear, Al." She looked her blonde wife over. "What are you wearing, Babe? He'll be here any minute…"

"I just got up, Liv…" Alex knew that he would be there soon, and knew the exact time as well, but the idea of some stranger coming over to whip she and her wife into shape did not leave her with the giddiest of sensations. "I'll change when he comes. He can wait five minutes." She took another sip. "This needs stevia…or something…" Alex moved to reach into the cabinet above the sink just as the doorbell sounded.

"It's Luke. Be nice, Al…remember…free…"

"Because we're so hard up…" Alex mumbled, squirting a stream of the natural liquid into her coffee.

"Hey, hey, hey!" a higher than expected male voice boomed. He sounded about twelve. "We ready to do this, ladies?"

Alex closed her eyes briefly before moving to the refrigerator, wishing to avoid this situation all together.

"This is my wife, Alex…" Olivia offered, her tone chipper.

Alex took out a carton of eggs and turned now to find a tall, fit, chiseled man in a pair of purple basketball shorts and a white Polo, hands on his hips, standing just short of the island. He was smiling from ear to ear and his dirty blonde hair was in a sleek ponytail.

"They let you have long hair on the force?" Alex questioned now, moving to get a clear, glass bowl from the cabinet below the island.

"Al…" Olivia warned.

Alex's eyes met her wife's and she sighed, resigning to the fact that this was going to happen, no matter what she said or how unenthusiastic she sounded. She offered a small smile. "It's nice to meet you, Luke." Alex opened the carton of eggs. "Has my loving wife told you about her knee? We can't have any injuries. She's had trouble with—"

"I've told him, Alex…he knows to do the right exercises with me…"

Luke advised, "Eggs are good. Good protein…but not too many…the fat content is pretty high on those things…"

Alex ground her teeth and flared her nostrils. "I'm not going to eat the carton by myself. We have children to feed." Alex took the whisk from the holder next to the refrigerator.

"Teens, actually…" Olivia corrected. "Fifteen and fourteen…very hungry teens…"

"Speaking of…Theo is going to Ari's, and the girls are having a couple of friends over today…"

Just then all three kids entered from the hallway giggling, huddled close. They dropped their smiles and tried to keep straight faces as they approached.

"Morning…" Theo's restrained voice announced.

"Good morning!" Isabel chirped.

"Today's the day, huh?" Grace offered.

Then the three broke out in laughter once more.

"You know…I think for a woman in her fifties, I look pretty good…at least that's what my adoring wife tells me…" Alex began whisking the eggs now, a fiery quickness to her strokes.

"And you do…" Luke began, "…but there's always room for improvement…" He sized her up now, looking her body in her robe over. "We'll get your measurements and calculate your BMI and weigh you and we'll have a goal to work towards."

"Lovely…" Alex deadpanned.

"We both have some things we want to work on, Al…you've been talking about your belly lately and that thing that hangs from your arms…" Olivia was in rare form this morning and the blonde could see her restraining her own laughter.

This prompted a new round of snickers from the kids.

Alex couldn't help but smile with her wife's Let's Get Physical attire on. She looked absolutely, undeniably adorable and her enthusiasm was admirable and slightly contagious. "Olivia Benson-Cabot…my stomach and arm problem discussions are for your ears only."

"It's all gonna be out there, Al…whether we like it or not…"

Theo offered, "I'll get this, Mom…you…" he approached and smiled, "…go get ready for your torture session…"

Alex narrowed her eyes now, flaring her nostrils once more. "Ha, ha, ha…" She let go of the whisk and their son took it, continuing the frothing of the eggs.

"I'll need to take a look at the food items you have, too. Make sure they're on the plan…" Luke said matter-of-factly.

"Yeah…" Alex declared straight-faced. "Sounds like a wonderful day…I'll be back down in a few…don't abscond with Olivia Newton-John here…" Alex smirked and then headed down the hallway, making her way up the stairs.

OOO

"Four more! Let's go!" Luke bellowed.

"Jeez, my thighs are burning…" Alex breathed, her wife next to her, both stepping in time together.

He now had them doing lunges in Central Park. Before that, they had run two miles, the muscled man running backwards in front of them the entire time, encouraging—no yelling—at them to keep going, to not give up, and to show him what they've got.

"Sit ups next! Don't stop now! And two…and one…OK. On the ground!"

"On the ground?" Alex questioned. "It's dirty…" Alex put her hands on her hips, eyeing the sticky residue of God knew what that had spilled from the multitude of park-goers that walked there daily, weekly, and yearly.

Olivia smiled and gladly sat on the ground, assuming the sit-up position.

God, Alex was adorable. Her cheeks were a bright crimson, sweat virtually dripping from every pore on her body.

Alex looked at her now. "He's worse than that girl trainer on The Biggest Loser. The one that yells at people and makes them throw up…" Alex mumbled, succumbing to sitting on the ground, as well, but off to the side on the grass.

"I need you two next to each other so I can hold your feet and spot you…" Luke directed.

"I don't need spotting…" Alex countered.

Olivia was already doing sit-ups, Luke's strong hand on her ankles. "Come on, Al…time to get rid of that belly thing…" the brunette giggled.

Alex groaned angrily and put her ankles together, leaning backward and putting her hands behind her head. "You're gonna get it, Liv…just wait…"

Olivia felt her body shaking with laughter, making her reps a little more difficult to complete. "I have no doubt, Al…I have no doubt…"

Luke had the pantry open now, having just checked the refrigerator and freezer, a yellow legal pad and pen in hand. Olivia and Alex were seated at the kitchen table, their workout for the day complete, letting their bodies cool down and get rehydrated as they received their nutrition advice.

"Food items look good, although some of these crackers and chips should probably be off-limits for the next month until you reach your goals…Kashi crackers…pretzel thins…" He pulled out a red box now, "…and Ritz crackers are absolutely out. They're full of butter and hydrogenated fats."

"The kids eat those…" Alex tried, bottle of water in hand, the blonde swigging the remainder of her second bottle. "We can't torture them, too…"

Olivia shook her head. "They are bad, Al…"

Alex's tone was almost whiny, "They're for guests too, Liv…entertaining…"

"I like the grilled chicken you have in the freezer and the goal is to eat a thirty/seventy ratio of lean protein to veggies…" He jotted something down on his pad before closing the pantry.

"I am officially in hell…" Alex mumbled.

"Oh, Alex…" Olivia reached over to her forearm and began stroking it lovingly, "…in a month, we'll be so pleased with the results, you won't even miss those crackers…"

"And ice cream…?" Alex mumbled.

"I didn't see ice cream in there…that's definitely a no-no," Luke claimed sternly, shaking his finger in the air.

"There's no ice cream in there because A) we knew you were coming and B) we eat it often enough that we run out…" Alex eyed the buff trainer who was now approaching the table and seating himself with the ladies. "Not even any all-fruit sorbet?"

"Sugar, Mrs. Benson-Cabot. Too much sugar. Fresh fruit is OK, though, as long as it's low-glycemic…"

"And low taste…" Alex mumbled again before she looked up at the ceiling now and sighed. Her wife was absolutely indignant.

"OK…let's go over the measurements and goals…" He flipped back a few sheets now and focused on measurements taken earlier. "You're both about the same weight, Alex is slightly taller, but obviously you two have different measurements."

Olivia caught eyes with her wife and Alex smirked.

"I know we have different measurements, Luke…" Alex's eyes roamed her wife's body now. "It's obvious…"

Olivia giggled and shook her head. "Most of my wife's weight is in that brain of hers and in those arm things…" Olivia recoiled quickly, moving slightly away as Alex reached for her and pinched her side firmly. "Ow! Jeez, Al…"

"And my wife's voluptuous frame…we know where she carries her…" Alex cleared her throat, "…weight…"

"Right…" Luke was still focused on the paper, obviously not catching the playful banter between the married couple in front of him. "The goal is ten inches from each of you…that's a total body measurement loss. We'll do final measurements in one month. Inches are more important than the scale."

Olivia looked at her wife again, determination on her face. "I'll win this…I can feel it…"

Alex smiled now, "Not if I have anything to say about it…"

"Saying and doing are two different things, my love…" Olivia puckered the air a few times, closing her eyes, before opening to find her blonde wife smirking.

"Oh, I'll do…don't you worry, Babe. It's on, Liv…come hell or high water, it's on…"

Olivia held out her hand, "Deal…"

Alex extended her hand as well, the two clasping each other's. "Deal."

AAA

A month later and the three were sitting at the kitchen table, final measurements made. The conclusion to all of their hard work was about to be announced. Truth be told, Alex did feel better—more toned and in shape—and she hadn't even missed the nightly ice cream that she had sacrificed for the sake of fitness.

"Results are in…" Luke smiled.

"And?" Alex questioned, smirking at her wife who was sipping on a cup of green tea.

"And…" he scrolled on his iPad, "…Olivia…eight total inches from you…"

Olivia smiled now, "Oh, yeah…" She took her fists to the air and did a little silent victory cheer.

"…and Alex…" he scrolled again, "…ten point three…"

Alex was up, arms in the air, "Yes!" She then regained her composure and sat, smiling at her wife. "Looks like my wife will be taking me to Stratford-on-Avon…"

"With pleasure, my love…" Olivia took her wife's hand now and kissed it softly, "…with pleasure…thou hath earned it…"

OOO

"Congrats again, Babe…" Olivia smiled, coming out of the bathroom that evening, moisturizing her elbows. She reached back in and flipped the light switch off before walking towards the bed and kneeling her right knee at the foot.

Alex was lying in bed, a book on her lap, glasses still on, blonde locks splayed out on the pillow. "And to you, too, Liv…we both worked hard…" Alex closed her book now and set it on her bedside table before taking her glasses off, folding them, and placing them on top. She adjusted the sheet and comforter now, bringing it to just below her breasts.

Olivia eyed the action, eyes not leaving those gorgeous, braless globes in her sheer nightshirt. "You look more amazing than ever…" Olivia moved toward her side of the bed and climbed on top, crawling toward her reclined wife. "So toned and healthy…" Olivia smiled.

"And before I was flabby and sickly?"

"No, Babe…we're both just…now…improved…like Luke said…"

"Luke…such a tyrant…" Alex looked up at the ceiling.

"But he got results, right?" Olivia moved in closer and placed her hand on Alex's waist, clutching firmly, letting her thumb stroke her waist gently. "And you look absolutely insanely sexy…"

"Oh, yeah?"

Olivia nodded as she moved closer still leaning over the blonde and letting her mouth hover. "Besides…a few days in the UK is something we can both enjoy…" Olivia began giggling. "And…I don't see you enjoying my reward, a Beyonce concert, all that much…" Olivia leaned in and began kissing her wife's neck, peppering it with soft kisses.

"Oh, Liv…I would have…for you…I can get my Bey on..." Alex smiled, her breathing intensifying.

"I know you would have…" Olivia looked at her wife now. "I'm proud of you…" Olivia leaned in and pressed her lips to her wife's, letting her tongue glide along Alex's lower lip, the blonde opening immediately to accept her soft warmth.

Alex moaned into the kiss before the two slowly broke apart.

"And now…for your 'meantime' reward…" Olivia smiled, "…celebratory sex…"

"Oh, Babe…my kind of reward…"