Chapter 10: Less Talking, More Touching.
Two Weeks Later
With the exception of a few dinners with Serena, Abbie, and Monique, Alex hadn't had the chance to really see Olivia alone. Class got in the way for Alex and for Olivia, she'd worked mandatory overtime two weeks in a row. There were a series of texts between the two. To say they were flirtatious would be an understatement. There was more than one text that Alex stored in her phone for lonely nights. It almost felt like Olivia was coming around. The thought of it both thrilled and frightened Alex.
Torts, one of the major areas and classes required for all 1Ls, was held on Monday mornings in what seemed to be the coldest classroom on campus. Trevor arrived early and was sure to save a seat for Alex. Why he felt the need to do that, Alex would never know. But she did feel as though he still viewed her in an adolescent looking glass – like he was the starting quarterback and she, the adoring cheerleader.
She placed a kiss softly on the cheek, "Morning."
He smiled, leaned forward and returned the kiss, this time on her forehead. Why couldn't she just be happy with him? Why couldn't she relish in his attention, fall in love with the way he said her name, or adore the way he held her? It would be much easier, that was sure.
Even though she'd only known Olivia for a short time, the way she even just lightly touched her hand had caused Alex to long for more.
"Listen, some of the guys are coming down this weekend. I was thinking, maybe we could have them over your place for the game?"
"Sure."
Alex didn't hate Trevor's friends. In fact, she'd grown up with those men, merely boys then, and she thought of them as friends. But still, this felt very much like an intrusion.
Alex had a forced, practiced grin. It was the same grin that she used during her father's fundraising events. No one could ever tell it was fake.
XX
On occasion, Abbie and Olivia would meet for lunch. There was a part of Abbie that just wanted to be seen with a uniformed police officer, but, when the school year started, it was nearly impossible for them to see each other at all. In reality, Abbie just liked seeing her friend.
"Officer Benson." Abbie whispered in her ear as she waited.
"Afternoon, trouble."
Abbie scoffed, "Is that how you greet me?"
"I ordered for you."
"You didn't get me a fucking salad, did you?"
"Of course not. I got you the manliest of meals." Olivia looked up at the waitress bringing their meals to them – the biggest burger this place had on the menu with side order of fries and a chicken Caesar salad for Olivia.
"And you're grazing?"
"Chasing bad guys. Gotta stay fit."
After the regular catching up, Abbie was ready for the serious question – the Alex question, as she'd been referring to it.
"She's got a boyfriend."
"I'm inclined to say 'so what?'"
"I don't want to break up a happy home, Abbie."
"Doesn't sound that happy to me. Besides, if she's willing, as I said before, so what?"
"I can't do things as cut-and-dry as you can." Olivia ran her fingers through her short hair, "But God, do I want to."
"You should. Look, you know what you're getting into. You know it's something that won't last. She's interested. And when was the last time you had some fun? Other than with me, I mean." Abbie winked coyly.
"Who said I had that much fun with you?" Abbie's response was to toss a fry, "It's that simple, huh?"
"Yeah, it could be that simple."
Somehow, Olivia doubted that.
By Thursday morning, however, Olivia had decided it was okay to throw caution to the wind. Showing up at Alex's apartment later that evening wasn't exactly a wise move – her boyfriend could've been there for all she knew. But the urge for the element of surprise was stronger than the fear of getting Alex in trouble with Trevor.
"What are you doing here?"
Standing before her was a bespectacled Alex Cabot, hair in a messy bun and wearing a pair of crimson colored shorts and a Harvard t-shirt to match.
"Are you busy?"
Alex saw the look in her eyes. She knew that look – she'd been waiting for that look. But she'd hoped she'd get to see it when she was better dressed, when she was more prepared. For Olivia's part, she looked very much like a vision from a dream. There she was, in jeans that looked like they were made just for her, a light jacket unzipped and from what she could see not much more than a tank top underneath.
"N-n-no, I'm not." She stammered, lying through her teeth as her notes were spread along her living room floor. Constitutional law would just have to wait for another day.
"Then can I come in?"
Alex nodded, moving to the side.
"You never answered my question. What are you doing here? I thought you were working."
"I'm off the clock and I came to see you. I hope that's okay."
Her tone made Alex's eyes close, as if to take nothing more sensory from the moment than the sound of Olivia's voice. She wanted to capture this moment, save it forever, though what she knew would come next scared her.
Alex's eyes opened slowly, "That's very okay." Alex paused before speaking again, "Olivia, are you sure about this?" She measured her words, "I don't want to push you."
She'd never cared this much. But Olivia – Olivia deserved better than that because she was special. No one had ever made her wait like this, nor make her want like this.
Olivia took a few steps forward and stood close to Alex, "You're not pushing me."
It would be unclear who started the kiss, but Alex would remember that it hadn't felt like any kiss at the beginning of a hook-up she'd ever had. She'd slipped the jacket from Olivia's shoulders and vaguely heard the sound of it hitting the floor. Alex could hear herself moaning into Olivia's mouth as she felt Olivia's hands on her hips and moving up and under her shirt. The brunette was moaning too now, as her hands moved higher and higher until she was cupping her breasts through a cotton bra (and Alex was still conscientious enough to hate herself for not having on better underwear). Olivia pulled away, a soft smirk on her lips as she felt Alex's nipples rise to meet her thumbs.
"I don't think I can wait much longer." Alex whispered softly, taking the initiative to slip out of her shirt and unhook her own bra. An urgency came over her, a desire she'd never experienced with the women she hooked up and certainly not her boyfriend. Perhaps it was the fact that Olivia made her wait for it. Anything more than that Alex was not willing to entertain.
Olivia pushed her toward the couch and Alex watched as she kneeled before her, her breath quickening with every second. Her lips were on her neck – roughly, with almost as much urgency as Alex had. Olivia's fingertips were soft as they reached for the waistband of her shorts, just brushing her hips as they tugged at them.
Olivia looked up at her with a sort of determination. Her shorts and underwear were in a pile with her shirt and bra across the room. And here Olivia was, completely dressed. But Alex didn't have time to contemplate her vulnerability, because Olivia was on her, her tongue against her, and any coherent thought she had left and were replaced by her body's un-vocalized pleas for this moment never to end. Her tongue only shallowly grazed her, making her want more. Thin pale fingers found their way into Olivia's short hair, bringing her closer and urging her to give more. And Olivia did not disappoint.
It didn't take long for Olivia to have her hanging from the edge and when she came crashing down, she crashed hard. She was sure she'd screamed, but she couldn't tell how loudly – the white noise completely and totally drowned out all other sound.
As Olivia pulled away from her, Alex didn't hesitate to lean forward and kiss her swollen and slick lips. She slipped off the couch, onto her knees on the floor in front of Olivia and quickly pushed the brunette back to floor.
"You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?"
XX
An hour later, Olivia would be lying on the floor in a pile of constitutional law notes, staring up at the ceiling pattern.
"What made you change your mind?" Alex whispered softly from beside her.
She couldn't answer. Not because she didn't know why, but because she couldn't admit that the desire to have Alex had outweighed the fear of being hurt. Not to herself and certainly not to Alex.
In response, Olivia rolled over and on top of Alex, "Less talking, more touching."