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Alex moaned lazily as she lay in bed the following morning, stretching her arms in the air before looking to her right to see the brunette laying there, eyes closed, hair splayed out on the pillow, a peaceful expression on her sleeping face. Alex rolled over, taking in the beauty that was beside her—those eyebrows, that skin, those lips, the curve of her neck leading to the gentle rise where cleavage met breasts, just hidden amongst the mere parting of her silk nightshirt. Alex's eyes went to the flatness of her belly as the sheet lay just at her hips. Alex imagined a baby bump there and smiled. She couldn't stop her hand from reaching over and laying it flat on her wife's middle, knowing it would stir Olivia, but not caring.
Olivia's eyes opened, sure enough…
The brunette turned to face her, cocoa almond eyes looking at her adoringly. Olivia placed her hand over the blonde's squeezing firmly, "Good morning, Babe…" She stretched before rolling over to face her.
"I'm sorry…I woke you…"
Olivia shook her head smiling, "I don't mind, Al…to wake up to those eyes and that smile…" Olivia sat up and leaned over, gently kissing her wife, stroking her lips with her soft tongue.
"Mmm…nice…" Alex tried.
Olivia moved closer and wrapped her arm around the blonde's middle, caressing her side with her thumb. "What time is it?"
"Alex answered immediately, having just checked the time on the bedside alarm clock, "Eight-thirty…"
"Mmm…" The brunette stretched again before hiking her leg over Alex's thighs and hugging her more securely. "I wonder how our guest is doing out there on the sofa…"
Alex laughed, "I am thinking she probably needs a couple of Advil and a cup of coffee…"
"Probably…but I start today, Al…"
"Start what, Baby?"
"No coffee, no wine, no alcohol…care to venture out to Costco today? I wanna pick up some prenatal vitamins like Dr. Bensaro said and get some healthy foods…"
"Costco? The armpit of the world…" Alex mumbled.
Olivia sat up smiling. "Armpit? It depends on whose armpit…if it's yours, it's a beautiful armpit, Al…" Olivia leaned closer, bringing her mouth to the crease between Alex's shoulder and upper chest, kissing softly, tongue darting out.
Alex felt a shiver and smiled. "You…just doing that gets me going, Babe…"
"Is that so?" Olivia proceeded to kiss Alex's arm, gentle nips here and there.
"Liv…stop…" she smiled. "Liv keep going…Liv, stop…" she giggled.
Olivia sat up now, climbing on top of her wife, Alex's gaze going to the breasts now pressed against her. The brunette straddled Alex, smiling. She kissed her cheeks, her nose, and her closed eyes before kissing her fully on the mouth, lips parting, tongues caressing. Alex grabbed her wife's backside squeezing firmly as Olivia sat up on top of Alex.
Alex looked at her, watching as she hovered above her. "Costco it is…your powers of persuasion are admirable…"
"I thought so…" Olivia kissed her again, this time removing herself from the blonde as Alex moaned from their separation, reaching out to try and keep here there.
Olivia climbed out of bed and began unbuttoning her silk night shirt and then proceeded to put on a bra, tank top, and black and white plaid flannel pajama bottoms, Alex watching every move, still lying in the bed.
Hillary jumped down from the bed, ready to follow one of her mothers for her morning feeding.
"Coming?" Olivia asked just short of the threshold to their bedroom.
Alex nodded. "Give me a few minutes to cool down…" she smirked.
Olivia smiled, "That'll never happen…" The brunette smirked and left the room.
Alex took a deep breath, stretching once more before moving the covers away from her, ready to start the day.
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With a kettle of water on, pancake batter mixed, turkey bacon in the frying pan, Olivia placed an organic green tea bag in a mug, waiting for the telltale whistle of the water to be ready. Casey was out cold on the sofa, blanket over her face as Olivia attempted to be as quiet as possible.
Alex entered, looking at their sleeping guest and smiling before entering the kitchen and looking at Olivia with those blue eyes that said it all. The blonde came up behind her, in her baby blue silk robe, pressing the palms of her hands to Olivia's midsection and nuzzling her neck.
Casey stirred on the sofa. "Something smells good…" her hoarse voice rasped.
The redhead sat up and turned, smiling.
"How're you feeling, Case?" Olivia asked, Alex still pressed behind her.
"Not bad…" she smiled at the two women in the kitchen. "God…you two look good even when you just wake up…"
"Aw, Casey…so…do…"
"Save it…I know I look like crap when I wake up…don't even try…"
Olivia snickered. The red head's hair was pasted to one side and sticking up like a twig on the other, dried spittle in a streak on the side of her mouth. Still in her green blouse, black hose, and black skirt from the previous evening, she swept the blanket away and stood, kicking her shoes aside.
"Towels are on the sink in our bathroom. Take your time…"
Alex offered, "I put some sweats and a t-shirt on top of them, Case…"
Casey looked touched, "Guys…thanks…I love you…"
Olivia felt the blonde's lips on her neck again just as the tea kettle began to screech.
Casey walked down the hallway to get herself situated and refreshed.
"Now…" Alex leaned into Olivia, pressing her body closer, "…you taking over my job?"
Olivia smiled, pouring scalding water into her mug, "Never, Babe…there's only one pancake queen in this household…I'm just your sous chef."
Olivia turned and placed her forearms on the blonde's shoulders. She kissed her gently at first, the kiss turning into a battle of tongues.
Alex smiled into the kiss, "Give me that spatula…"
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"Do you even have a Costco card, Liv?" Alex asked as the brunette pulled the beamer into a parking space at the Costco on 117th Street in Manhattan.
"No…I used to use Elliot's occasionally…but I only bought things like twin packs of Pantene in 64-oz. jugs, a huge carton of apples… Before I met you, Babe…I didn't even care about cooking…but I think I always had it in me to be a Rachel Ray…" Olivia took the key out of the ignition. "I'll have to get a club card, unless…you want to get the card…are you ready for your close-up Blanche?"
"Uh…you can do it, Liv…Me in my ponytail, glasses, and sweats…I would fit in too perfectly here. Those What Not to Wear people might pop out and grab me for an episode…"
Olivia looked over Alex's ensemble. "Yeah…I noticed you didn't even try today…"
Alex reached over and pinched Olivia's side firmly.
"Jeez, Alex!"
"What about you? Expecting to meet someone here?"
Olivia was wearing a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans, a silver sequined tank, and her black blazer over it. "What? This? I just want to look good for my wife…"
"Uh-huh…heels, Liv?"
"And get as many free samples as possible…"
Alex smiled at the brunette. "That's more like it…"
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Once inside, the two women stepped to the red masking taped line for their turn at the elusive member's card. Jorge, a boy who had very obviously just started puberty, held the digital camera, whiskery wisps of scraggly black hair above his upper lip.
Alex decided to coach Olivia through her photo shoot. "OK, Babe…give me sexy…"
Olivia smirked at the blonde as she stood on the taped line, Jorge primed and ready, in more ways than one, mouth open in an agape smile. Olivia fluffed her hair out and puckered.
"OK, Miss…smile…" he said with a slight lisp, voice cracking.
Olivia flipped her hair and then smiled, and at the last minute, crossed her eyes and jutted her lower jaw out just as the camera went off.
"Liv!" Alex laughed.
Olivia smiled again.
"You want to take it again?" he asked.
"No, Jorge…I think we're good." Olivia linked arms with Alex and they stepped to the counter to wait on the creation of their very own ticket to bulk paradise.
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As they walked through the store, Alex leaned on the handles, pushing the cart slowly, shuffling her feet, watching all of the people—more interested in that than anything—but keeping a definite ogling eye on her wife. Olivia casually threw items into the cart on, what seemed to be, a complete whim, an impulse buy, justifying the products as she filled up the cart with her own charming smile.
They had long since gotten the necessary prenatal vitamins and a few essentials they had talked about before leaving the penthouse—salmon and spinach and quinoa— but Olivia was in rare form today, checking labels, scanning QR codes on various items with her iPhone, tossing them among the ever-towering heap of their cart.
"Olivia…" Alex lifted a can of ten-pound green olives, "…really?
"I love olives, Al…you know that…it stays…"
Alex reached into the cart, rifling through the other items. "How many packages of pasta are there in this?" Alex lifted a bag as big as her torso.
"Looks like around twelve?"
"Are we preparing for the apocalypse? These are shut-in items, Liv, for storing in a fallout shelter. We can get good pasta at other places."
Olivia laughed, "Such a food snob, Al…Barilla is a good brand…and it's the Plus kind…more fiber…which you need…"
Alex reached for the brunette's side, Olivia pulling away quickly, narrowly avoiding her skin being pinched.
Olivia placed a twin pack box of Rice Krispies into the cart. "Not a word…you know I love these…" She followed it with a twin pack of huge canisters of organic oats."
Alex smiled, shaking her head, "What my baby wants…"
"Ooooh, tauquitos!" Olivia beamed, taking a small, white, paper cup filled with one-sixth of a crispy chicken appetizer. The woman standing behind the microwave, plastic gloves and, what looked like, a plastic shower cap on, didn't look amused. Olivia continued, facing Alex, "I think I saw some Italian ice a few aisles up…"
"Well, then…venture forth, my love," Alex chided.
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"Hey, Al?" Olivia called from the kitchen, refrigerator door open. Olivia had just fit most of the items in there but was searching for space for a final item.
Alex walked from the hallway into the kitchen, iPad in hand, busily looking at the screen in front of her. She had received a call from work telling her she would receive an email and Olivia knew that a file was coming her way that she needed to check it out before the following day.
"Where should we put this spinach?" Olivia held a ten-pound bag of baby spinach in her hands, having to use both hands to hold it.
"Hold on…" Alex tried, still looking at the screen. "OK…" Alex peered into the packed refrigerator, "…nowhere, Liv…you can put it absolutely nowhere…"
Olivia smiled. The refrigerator was absolutely packed with fresh produce—a big bags of lemons, deli turkey, cheeses, yogurts, asparagus, tomatoes, Caesar dressing, Romaine and more."
Alex smiled, looking at her wife as the blonde looked into the cold storage again, "There's some space right…wait…once again, there's no space, Olivia. What were you thinking? Twelve pounds of chicken? A cylinder of thirty garden burgers?"
"Hey…you were there with me…you should have practiced those stern mothering skills you're gonna have…" Olivia tried, setting the bag on the counter and wrapping her arms around the blonde. "Everything OK with work?"
Alex smiled, gripping Olivia's hips, "Yeah…just a case file Petrovsky wants me to look at for a green-around-the-gills attorney…" Alex pressed her lips to the brunette in just the way that left Olivia wanting more.
"Long file?"
Alex pushed Olivia against the counter, "Up, Babe…"
"Yes, ma'am…" Olivia hoisted herself onto the counter, Alex stepping in between the brunette's thighs, her heels and blazer now off, the blonde placing flat, rubbing hands on top of jean-clad muscles.
"Long enough to take me a couple of hours to edit and revise…" Alex kissed Olivia's neck softly, her tongue lingering and gliding down her most sensitive parts.
"Uhhhh…Al…" Olivia closed her eyes, falling into the sensations.
Alex's hands found their way to her wife's backside, squeezing firmly. They smiled and just looked at each other.
"Well…" Olivia began, "…you could work for a couple of hours and then we could go out to eat tonight…"
"All this food and you want to go out to eat?"
Olivia smiled impishly. "We still have to look at the donor books…and I was thinking about something…"
Alex's hands moved to Olivia's waist, squeezing firmly before moving her fingers delicately over her wife's belly, tracing it gently over her shirt. "Yeah?"
"I think our babies should be a perfect blend of us…we should find a donor for me with your coloring, Al…blonde hair, blue eyes, tall…"
Alex kissed Olivia quickly, before she spoke again, pulling away and smiling. "Uh-huh…"
"And with you…we should find a donor with dark hair and dark eyes…what do you think?"
Alex smiled, her hands going to Olivia's jaw, "I think you and I must be completely in sync because I had the same exact thoughts…" Alex leaned in for another kiss. "I love you, Baby…"
"I love you, Al…"
Alex's hands found their way underneath Olivia's loose, sequined top, pads firmly tracing the smooth skin of her abs, her kiss hungry, needy, intense. Both she and Olivia were more than horny right now—it had been a few days—and Olivia knew her wife's nuances by now—the ones that told her of impending intimacy—a certain look, a hand touch, the feel of her kiss. Olivia loved discovering these things—the fact that she had learned the blonde so very well and Alex, in turn, had learned the brunette.
Olivia smiled, pulling away and placing her hand on the blonde's cheek.
"I want you, Olivia…" Alex whispered. The blonde smiled lightly, almost guiltily, before leaning in again to a heated, hair messing, groping kiss as the two walked only as far as the start of the hallway before Alex had Olivia's shirt over her head and thrown on the floor and her jeans unbuttoned and pushed down to her upper thighs, all the while their lips only left the other briefly.
Olivia smiled and pulled away, feeling herself about to trip with her jeans in the mid-thigh and bunched ankles position they were in. The brunette clenched the fabric of her left hip as Alex pulled her down the hallway with her left hand and attempted to unzip her own hoodie with her right hand.
Making it to the bedroom, Alex squatted in front of the brunette, pushing her jeans down to her ankles, Olivia stepping out, before standing and reaching around and unclasping the brunette's bra, all the while their kissing never stopping.
When Alex's warm, soft hands found Olivia's breasts, Olivia moaned, whispering against her mouth, "Oh, Alex…" Alex walked the brunette backwards until she was against the puffy chair by the window.
"Sit, Baby…" Alex instructed, her pupils twice as big as moments ago.
Olivia sat, knees separated, her body ready, already reacting to her wife's lascivious actions. She could feel her underwear soaking through as Alex looked at her with those incited eyes, her mouth parted, swollen from their heated kissing.
Alex knelt in front of Olivia and reached around to her hips, using her forefingers to snag the waist band of her lacy black panties, and pull them down, removing them down her thighs, knees, ankles, and feet, all the while kissing her tenderly as she did so.
A slow, sexy smile before Alex moved in, pressing a gentle kiss to Olivia's clit, lightly tonguing it, flicking it, her tongue dipping just inside to taste the tender bud. Olivia jolted briefly and tilted her head back, groaning. "Alex…I'm so ready, Babe…"
"Lean back," Alex tried, giving Olivia a chance to lay back and relax so she could fully enjoy what Alex was about to do to her.
Olivia smiled and leaned back, her eyes not leaving her wife, resting each arm on a padded armrest. Alex pulled her hips further down, Olivia facilitating by lifting her backside. Alex's hot mouth went in for the prize, sucking Olivia's mons area, her tongue moving in a firm yet gentle rhythm, coaxing Olivia closer and closer. Olivia put her hands in silky tresses, removing Alex's ponytail holder and letting the rubber band drop to the floor before continuing to stroke her beautiful locks, running her fingers through it.
By now, keeping her head upright was no longer possible, especially with the frenzy Alex was quickly working the brunette's body into. Olivia pushed her head into the back cushion of the over-sized chair, squeezing her eyes tight, gasping as the euphoria built and built. Alex reached up with both hands and fingered Olivia's pebbled nipples, light teasing fingertips brushing over them, her mouth continuing lapping, licking, and swirling down below, the sensations from the stimulation of her clit coupled with Alex pleasing her breasts, sending her over the edge, her body peaking furiously as she screamed her pleasure, hips gyrating and Alex continued to bring her wife down from an intense climax.
Olivia panted, head still back, her body oozing contentment, "Amazing, Babe…" she whispered. Olivia felt Alex's chin on her knee and she opened her eyes, immediately smiling at seeing a flush-cheeked Alex Cabot. "God you look so sexy, Baby…"
"Mmm, I feel sexy, Liv…I'm, dripping wet right now just from doing you…"
Olivia took a deep breath and then sat up, cupping the attorney's face in her hands. "Well, let's fix that, Babe…" Olivia kissed the blonde gently. "What do you want, Al?"
"Let's take a bath together…"
Olivia smiled and watched as the blonde stood, so statuesque, so beautiful, pert ivory breasts sitting perfectly, small, neat patch of soft, dark blonde hair, and a definite trail of moisture evident along her inner upper thigh. Seeing this, Olivia wanted to shove Alex onto the bed and ravage her now. But, she said bath tub and Olivia had become hypnotized when Alex began giving her orders—especially when of a sexual nature—she couldn't resist the blonde's appeal and temptations.
Olivia took a moment to recover before she stood and joined Alex in the bathroom where she was already filling the tub, warm steam fogging up the mirrors. Alex sat on the edge of the tub and poured lavender oil and Epsom salts in, and a little L'Occitane lavender bath oil. Olivia came up behind her wife and began rubbing her shoulders, Alex leaning into the touch and closing her eyes, smiling.
"God, I love you, Olivia…" Alex opened those eyes, their blueness unmatched.
The blonde stood now and stepped into the tub, her other foot following, before she slipped in, lowering herself into the water and moaning.
Olivia followed as the blonde moved forward to accommodate her wife as she slipped in behind her and Alex leaned back against Olivia's breast. The brunette began stroking Alex's shoulders and biceps, cupping her hands and bringing hot, scented water over her skin. Olivia filled both hands again and poured it over both of Alex's nipples before lightly palming the hardness, the blonde's left hand grabbing the back of Olivia's neck.
"Touch me, Liv…keep doing it there and down…"
Olivia smiled and whispered next to Alex's ear, "You mean your lady parts?"
Olivia thought it was adorably hilarious how sexual Alex was but her wife had a very difficult time saying the words, especially slang words for parts of the body.
"Yes, Liv…my lady parts," Alex said before both women giggled. "What should I say?"
"The 'p' word? The 'v' word?"
Alex turned, her mouth only a couple inches from Olivia's. "Can we not talk about this right now? I would really like you to get me off, Babe…"
Olivia smiled. "What should I touch, Alex?"
"Just touch me, Liv…"
"Down there?"
"Yes…down there…"
"Say it," Olivia whispered. "Tell me where to touch you, Al…Use a dirty word…" Olivia smiled and bit the attorney's fleshy ear lobe, sucking gently, the light fingertips of her right hand moving down to silky, water-slicked folds. Olivia made it known her fingers were there, but she kept them teasingly away from the blonde's clit and entrance.
Alex exhaled shakily, her eyes closing, "Please, Liv…touch my…p-pus-sy…"
Olivia smiled but controlled herself, only because her wife was in utter agony and needed a release. The brunette would be sure to address the vocabulary another time.
Olivia began stroking the blonde's folds. Olivia took her hands from the water, Alex moaning from her ceasing, and the brunette took a bottle of almond oil from the corner ledge of the tub and squirted some in her hand, closed it, and then began rubbing it into her fingers and palm. She took her hand below the water again, this time applying a firmer motion.
Alex thrust her hips upward to make more contact. "Go deep, Baby…"
Olivia's fingers found her entrance, feeling the slickness even below the water, her wife so turned on. She pushed one finger and quickly followed by a second, Alex's hips rising up to meet her.
"More, Liv…" Alex coaxed.
Olivia placed a third finger inside her wife , Alex gasping as the brunette leaned over the blonde's left shoulder and let her tongue lightly lick her nipple, the cute, pink pebble reddening further from arousal.
Alex gasped as Olivia placed a fourth finger inside the blonde and the curled her fingers forward, locating the spongy material of her pleasure zone, Alex's pelvis bucking forward uncontrollably. "Jeez, Liv…" she moaned, "…more…please keep going…I'm almost…" Alex's breath caught and then she crashed, screeching her pleasure, her yelling heard throughout the reverberation of the echoic space of the steamy bathroom.
Alex's breathing was heavy and shaky as she came down, Olivia continuing to stimulate her and milk entire orgasm from her wife. They lay there for a few moments, just enjoying the water, their closeness, and their afterglows.
Olivia's cell was heard ringing in the distance. It was the ring tone she had programmed for Dr. Bensaro—Baby Mama by Fantasia Barino.
"I gotta get that, Babe…" Olivia kissed Alex softly on the lips, the heat rising from the bath creating a thin sheen of steam on both women making their lips moist and slippery.
Alex smiled, kissing Olivia again, "Go, Babe…"
Olivia stood and stepped out of the bathtub, Alex eyeing her as she did so. Olivia grabbed a towel, drying herself briefly before wrapping it around her, and walked into the kitchen to get her phone from the counter. She had just missed the call but quickly redialed, waiting for Dr. Nicole Bensaro to pick up.
"Hi, Dr. Bensaro…It's Olivia Benson…you just called me?" Olivia began walking back down the hallway to the bedroom. "Uh-huh, oh, really?...uh-huh…right." Olivia spotted Alex dressing in a pair of off-white VS lounge pants and a black tank top, putting her hair in a butterfly clip and her glasses back on. The blonde sat on the bed next to Olivia, placing a hand on her bare back and smiling. "OK…just a second…" Olivia covered the mouthpiece with her hand. "Dr. Bensaro said that since my last period was the twenty-eighth and this Wednesday is the fourteenth, I will most likely be ovulating…she wants to know if we want to try our first insemination this Wednesday."
Olivia saw the blonde's eyes tear as she nodded quickly, smiling and moving Olivia's hair behind her shoulder.
"Yes, doctor…we would like to try…" Olivia took Alex's hand the two continuing to look in each other's eyes. "Three sounds good, doctor…we'll see you then…OK…" Olivia hung up and held her phone in her hand, looking at it, smiling. She felt two arms wrap around her, as Alex's head rested on the brunette's shoulder.
"You're sure you're ready?" Olivia asked.
"Liv…are you sure you're ready?"
"I think so, Al…I've wanted a child for so long and since you and I happened…I can see it even more clearly now and want it even more badly now…"
Alex cupped Olivia's face, "I know, Baby…" Alex pressed her lips to Olivia's.
"We have some work to do…" Olivia smiled.
"Yes, we do, Babe…"
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Alex opened her eyes, feeling the absence of a presence she had gotten so used to. Turning her head, she saw that she was correct—no Olivia. Alex looked to her left at the alarm clock—2:13 a.m.
What is Olivia doing out of bed?
The bathroom light wasn't on but there was a faint light coming from underneath the closed bedroom door, Olivia most likely doing that out of respect for the sleeping blonde.
Hillary was curled up in between the blonde's feet but Alex slipped her legs out of bed and swung them to the floor. Just then, the bedroom door opened, darkness behind the shadowy form standing in the threshold.
"Olivia?" Alex questioned, her glasses still on the bedside table. The blonde was as blind as a bat without them.
"Yes, Babe…it's me…" Alex could hear the smile in her wife's voice.
"What's wrong, Liv?" Alex
"Nothing, Babe…lay back down…I took another prenatal. Dr. Bensaro told me to double up on them for the first couple of weeks…I was also hungry…I had some olives…"
As Olivia began walking back to the bed in her white boy short briefs and matching camisole, Alex slipped her legs back underneath the covers and lay on her back as Olivia slipped back into bed and sidled up to the blonde, pressing her body to her side and wrapping her arm and leg over her.
"Nothing else is wrong, Liv?"
Alex waited, letting the brunette think. Giving her time to answer.
"Just the typical worries, Alex…getting pregnant…how many tries will it take? Will the baby be healthy, fully functioning, developed? Don't even get me started with the actual labor part…that scares me to death…I've heard so many stories…"
Alex rolled over into her right side, Olivia's arm and leg still draped over her. "Hey…Liv…do you trust me?"
"Baby, of course I do…one-hundred percent…"
"Then know that I will be with you through everything…from conception to birth, first tooth to giving him or her away…all of it, Liv…"
Alex saw Olivia's eyes in the moonlight, glistening with unshed tears. "I know, Al…" Olivia laughed lightly, "That means you'll have to be with me through the mood swings and panic attacks and frustrations that I know will come with pregnancy…"
"And I'm ready for it, Baby…"
Olivia lifted her mouth up slightly and Alex leaned down and the two gently pressed their mouths to the other, soft, gentle, and meaningful—and the two drifted to sleep, ready to begin an emotion-filled week—together.
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A/N: Hope you liked it. Let me know…