Chapter Ten:
Alex looked up from the sink in time to see Olivia entering the bathroom. She caught Olivia's eye and smiled sweetly. "How are you doing, Baby?"
Olivia returned Alex's smile, but chose not to answer the blonde's question. Instead, she ducked down to check under each of the stalls to make sure they were alone before she turned and addressed her girlfriend. "You know I should arrest us both, right?"
Alex laughed and shook her head. "Don't worry, Detective. I can assure you that the District Attorney's office has no interest in taking action against either of us for any activities that allegedly occurred inside the movie theater."
"You know," Olivia drawled, prowling closer to her lover now that she was sure they were alone, "it's my understanding that you might need a little help..."
Alex pretended to regard her comment with suspicion even though she knew exactly what Olivia had in mind. "Oh? Help with what?"
"Maybe some help... relieving tension," Olivia suggested, backing Alex up against the nearest wall and placing a hand on either side of her head, cutting off all escape routes. "I happen to know for a fact that pleasing me can get you... excited."
The ADA made a sound of disbelief in her throat. "Well, aren't you a narcissist?" Olivia refused to let Alex play hard to get. Instead, she deliberately unzipped Alex's tight jeans and started to pull them down. "Hey now," she said, gripping Olivia's wrists, "this is a public bathroom. We could get caught..."
The detective just ignored her. "Really, Alex? That's your strongest argument? You just gave me an orgasm in a public movie theater, I already had you in the precinct bathroom, and we've probably been overheard several times in our office and our apartments by now... You'll have to give me a better reason than that, Ms. Law Degree."
"Ummm..." Alex's exclamation became a hum of pleasure as Olivia, who had lowered her jeans to mid-thigh, slid her hand beneath the waistband of her underwear. "Um," she tried again, the motion of her hips giving her away, "I don't want the old lady to come back?"
Olivia sighed in disappointment, stilling her hand and resting her forehead against Alex's. "If I was capable of having an erection, that would have gotten rid of it," she complained. However, that didn't mean she was going to let Alex off the hook. She continued moving her hand. "Nice try, Sweetie, but no cigar."
Alex frowned and tried again. "Baby, not that I don't need your help, and I know you can tell exactly how much I do need your help, but I'm really going to have to say no to the middle of the bathroom."
"Fine," Olivia agreed as she used her rather intimate grip on her girlfriend to spin them around and back the blonde into the largest stall. "Now we're not in the middle of the bathroom, and there's even a door we can shut – and lock. Problem solved."
Alex sighed and let her head fall back against the aluminum partition, her posture and lack of further argument signaling her defeat. "You're going to have to help me be quiet," she warned.
"I think I can try to do that," Olivia agreed quietly as she used her free hand to tug the blonde's panties down to give her more room. "But you're going to have to work at it too, Sweetie," she slipped her fingers down to Alex's opening and pushed inside with a smooth, sure stroke. "I suffered by myself until the very end in that theater, surely you can manage a similar feat?"
Alex bit her lip and groaned as Olivia's fingers began massaging her inner walls. "I… I ah… I think we both know I can't," she gasped as she wrapped her arms around Olivia's neck for support.
"Try," Olivia winked, pulling away from the blonde's searching lips to watch the effects of her touch roll through the attorney's open and expressive eyes.
"Oh God," Alex whimpered as Olivia's thrusts became faster and more powerful, the invading fingers stroking her deeper and deeper with every push and rubbing her perfectly on every pull.
Completely forgetting her desire to stay in the lead, Alex let Olivia push her higher and higher. Her eyes felt heavy, but she kept them locked on Olivia's, wanting to watch as the detective touched her and drove her crazy. Olivia was like a drug. Alex couldn't get enough. If anyone had asked her last Sunday whether they would be having semi-public sex for an entire week, she would have said no, but here she was, being taken against a bathroom stall in a movie theater after giving her girlfriend a very risky orgasm. Nothing about this week seemed real or rational.
"What do you need, baby?"
"More..." Alex said, her voice tight and strained. It sounded louder than she expected in the tiled bathroom, and she reminded herself to keep quiet, but it was extremely difficult. She hoped no one would walk in...
"More what?"
Alex was too far gone to answer. Too close. The heel of Olivia's hand fell into place over Alex's clit, grinding down harshly as she felt the attorney's soft inner walls twitch around her fingers. She was not particularly gentle - she could tell that Alex was too close for that. She was needy, raw, a little wild, clutching at the back of Olivia's shirt and scratching through the fabric with her nails. Without the layer of protection, Olivia realized, she would have been cleaning welts on her shoulders later. Alex's face was strained, chin tilted up as she panted for air, trying and failing to keep quiet.
Remembering her promise to help, Olivia slanted her lips over Alex's, claiming them much like she claimed the rest of her lover's willing body. She muffled Alex's screams with her mouth as the prosecutor's pelvis jerked, wringing every drop of pleasure from each pulse of her release. Extremely pleased with herself, Olivia kissed Alex's sweet smelling hair. It was exciting and humbling to know that she could have this beautiful woman whenever the mood struck her. Alex belonged to her, and that thought felt powerfully erotic. Of course, the blonde attorney also had poor, defenseless Olivia wrapped around her little finger, so it was an even trade.
...
Abbie was sitting on a bench in the lobby when they finally exited the restroom, a huge Cheshire Cat grin stretching her cheeks. "How we doing?"
Olivia smirked. "Even Steven."
Serena looked over at Alex who had slipped in behind Olivia and was hiding her face in the detective's back. "You two are crazy!"
Olivia chuckled as she pulled Alex out from behind her back and wrapped her arms around the embarrassed ADA. "She started it. Today – and, actually, six days ago with her ridiculous wager."
"Shouldn't you two still be in the movie?" Alex asked in a blatant attempt to move the topic of conversation AWAY from her and Olivia's suddenly risqué sex life.
"God no," Serena shook her head. "It was terrible. I'm fine heading out to dinner early."
"Oh man!" Olivia whined, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "You mean I could have seen Tron?"
"But think of how much fun you had, Olivia," Abbie drawled, taking Serena's hand in hers as they exited the movie theater. "Besides, Tron woulda been filled with prepubescent boys, and you don't wanna destroy their innocence."
Alex snorted. "By the time they're twelve or thirteen, most boys are already addicted to pornography anyway."
"Are you really that jaded from working with sex offenders?" Olivia asked, frowning slightly as they headed out onto the busy evening sidewalk, joining the current of walkers.
"No, but I'm not stupid."
"Don't listen to her," Serena said cheerfully. "Alex just wants to make herself feel better about her own porn habit."
Instead of laughing at the joke or being offended, Alex just smirked and gave Olivia's behind a quick squeeze. Jumping in surprise, Olivia turned to look at her and glared with mock severity. "Hey!"
"Why on earth would I need porn?" Alex asked, ignoring Olivia's exclamation. "I've got Olivia. She's way hotter."
"Uh, thanks?"
"Besides, when I'm not with her, I'm usually at work." For a moment, the ADA seemed regretful. "And let's just say that trying violent sexual criminals can lower your libido drastically. I'm lucky I haven't had any really horrible cases this week."
Olivia nodded. She understood. Sometimes, the things they saw in their jobs were so terrible that it made sex seem unappealing for a short time afterwards. Other times, the need to touch was frantic, not just because of arousal or attraction, but because they needed to reaffirm that sex could be good, healthy, an expression of love. It was a delicate balance. Fortunately, she and Alex had become adept at reading each other's body language and communicating.
Abbie clapped her hands loudly to clear the suddenly darkened mood from the group. "Enough work talk. Dinner. My stomach's growling and wants to be fed. Where do you all want to go to eat?"
Alex looked over at Olivia, who was staring off into the distance thoughtfully, her hands jammed deep in her pockets and looking mind-numbingly gorgeous. "I have just the place."
...
Abbie visibly relaxed as she leaned back into her side of the booth. "Okay, I have to admit that when the cabbie first pulled up here, I was seriously considering telling him another address – but this place reminds me of home. Well done, Cabot."
"Thank you," Alex nodded as she reached over and placed a hand on Olivia's leg.
"What's good?" Serena asked as she scanned the menu.
"Everything," Olivia grinned. She had branched out with different menu selections after her first trip to the restaurant with Alex.
"Ah," Alex grinned as the waiter, somebody she had never seen before, began carefully setting their drinks onto the table. "This, this margarita is the best thing here, though."
Serena watched Alex take a long drink from her glass and leaned in close to Abbie to whisper, "Doesn't tequila make her..?"
Abbie nodded and grinned. "Mmhmm," she confirmed with an evil little grin on her lips, picking up her own glass. "I think cowgirl is getting ready to saddle up."
Olivia overheard their conversation and couldn't help but laugh. "So, you've experienced Tequila Alex too, huh?"
"Not as intimately as I'm sure you have," Abbie drawled as she wrapped an arm around Serena's shoulder and pulled her date in close, "but it's certainly fun to watch."
Fifteen minutes later, all was chaos. Not only did Alex get drunk on tequila, she got drunk fast. Her low body weight and empty stomach did not help the situation. "Oliiivia," Alex slurred, attempting to squeeze onto Olivia's lap despite the lack of room between Olivia's body and the table. Once she was at least partially straddling her detective's legs, the ADA tried to lean in for a kiss. Olivia turned her cheek, causing Alex to catch the side of her face instead at the last moment. "Nooo," she pouted.
"Alex, we're in a public place."
The prosecutor snorted. "Like you care. We fucked in a movie theater this afternoon..."
"She has a point," Serena admitted, wondering whether she should warn Alex that their waiter was coming back or not. Probably 'or not'. It was fun to see Alex let her hair down... and if she embarrassed herself, it was her own fault.
Olivia gave an annoyed grunt and shoved Alex back to her own side of the booth just in time for the waiter to approach their table. Everyone looked at him but Alex, who was staring rather noticeably at Olivia's breasts. The waiter gave a polite cough, but failed to get Alex's attention. "Excuse me, are you ladies ready to order some dinner?"
"Yep. From the looks of the plates on everybody else's tables, the portions here are as big as all hell and half of Texas," Abbie informed them. "Ser, how do you feel about splitting the Surf and Terf? I'll eat most of the Terf and you can have the Surf, but we can share back and forth."
"Sure," Serena agreed, "and some refills on the drinks." She debated asking the waiter not to give Alex any more tequila, but decided that the night was still young. They all deserved some fun.
The waiter wrote down their orders. "And you ladies?" he asked, turning to Alex and Olivia.
"More Tequila!" After glancing at Olivia to make sure it was all right, he wrote down her refill.
"Indoor voice, Alex," Olivia sighed, trying to move the prosecutor's wandering hand off of her thigh. "I'll get a rack of ribs-"
"Lobster," Alex interrupted, smiling at the thought of food. She was starving.
"Ribs," Olivia corrected. "They don't serve lobster here. What about the sweet glazed pork tenderloin?" Alex seemed all right with that until Olivia added, "and they come with green beans." The ADA made an unpleasant face. Green beans were not her favorite. "I'll eat them," Olivia reassured her.
"Okay," Alex agreed.
Relieved, the waiter hurried over to his next table. He could already tell that these four ladies were going to be a handful.