A/N: A little smutty action from the Cabenson ladies. The kids are six and five. Usually, we see Alex lusting after Olivia. But in this chapter, it's all about Alex.
I hope you enjoy.
To Be Appreciated and Admired
Olivia slowly brought her mug to her mouth and took a sip of coffee as she leaned with her backside against the kitchen sink. She eyed the TV in the living room, a CNN correspondent talking about another crass blunder with the president and another cryptic, yet accusatory tweet he had made at the crack of dawn just that morning.
Theo entered then, navy backpack on his back, red folder in his right hand, hair gelled and combed to the right, Chambray button-down stiffly fastened all the way to the top. Olivia giggled and shook her head as she moved to the kitchen island and set her mug down. "Theo, Baby…"
"Yeah, Mama?" he took his backpack off and set it on the sofa before unzipping it and placing the folder inside.
"Come here and let Mama help you with your shirt."
"What's wrong with it, Mama?" his sweet voice questioned as he dutifully walked up to her.
"Well…" Olivia pinched the fabric of the front thighs of her silky, black sleep pants, pulling them up, before squatting down, "…you gotta be comfortable, my boy…" she unbuttoned the top button and adjusted his collar, "…because you need to be able to move and play and not feel so constricted." She reached up and finger-combed his hair to the side. "OK?" She kissed his forehead and then placed her hands on his little hips and patted twice firmly.
Theo smiled broadly. "OK, Mama."
"Good, now cinnamon toast is on the table." She stood then. "And make sure you eat one of those chewy vitamins this morning, Theo. I found the one from yesterday underneath the place mat." Olivia raised her eyebrows and then moved to lift her mug again, taking a sip of the rich, creamy brew.
"OK, Mama." He moved to the kitchen table and pulled his chair out before seating himself at the opposite head.
She looked down at her silky, sleeveless, white muscle tank with the black trim on the shoulders and noticed a drop of coffee that had just been deposited there. "Damn," she mumbled under her breath.
Good thing it was her day off and she was doing laundry.
She looked at Theo who was too intent on the toast he was eating to hear her slip. She smiled at his voraciousness. "Is it good?"
"Really good, Mama! I love cinnamon toast!" he beamed.
"I know you do, my love."
Alex's heels were heard now, the brisk clicking on the hardwoods down the hallway getting closer towards the kitchen, four other little footsteps running into the room ahead of her, the twins dressed in their classic plaid jumpers and white collared blouses for school.
"Hurry, girls." Alex commanded. "We've got fifteen minutes until we have to leave." Alex's eyes went to her now and the blonde smiled, looking absolutely amazingly put-together and beautiful.
Olivia grinned back and moved to pour her wife a cup. She creamed it and sweetened it and then turned and handed it to the blonde. "Good morning, Al. You look…" Olivia shook her head, "…really beautiful."
"Mmmm…" Alex smiled, taking a sip, "…so do you, Liv…I like that new pajama set, Babe. The material's really soft."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah…"
"Is that why you were so cuddly last night? Because of the fabric?"
Alex smiled. "Yeah, Liv…the fabric…among other things that are equally nice to feel."
"My shoulders? My feet? My elbows?" Olivia began giggling.
"All those, yes…and let's just say…there are other parts that stick out…"
"Oh, OK," Olivia kidded, "…my chin…my nose?"
"Yes, Babe…" Alex leaned in and kissed her gently, "…your chin…" she kissed her again, "…and your nose." She smirked.
Olivia watched as her wife set her cup down on the island and then disappeared into the washing machine room. She then emerged holding her canvas tote bag she used to carry her lunch, lap top, and papers for her teaching job at the high school. The brunette watched her, returning to her stance of leaning against the sink, mug in hand—a rare moment to simply appreciate her wife's gorgeousness.
Alex looked sleek and well-dressed that morning in a pair of flowing, wide-ankle khaki linen pants, a pleated, sleeveless ivory shell, and her beige, cashmere cardigan over it. Nude heels and her hair down and shiny, those Cabot frames on, and she looked flawlessly perfect, down to her light, peach-hued make-up.
"I put a note in Gracie's backpack about the book she ordered but never got, Liv." Alex began taking a stack of papers from the slate blue tote bag. "And I'm going to talk to the cafeteria manager and give them a check that should take the three of them through December." Alex opened the lid on her lap top and typed in a couple of things before closing it again and placing it into her bag. "Isabel has ballet at four and you're gonna pick her up, right?"
Olivia smiled. "Right. I'll drop Theo off at soccer then Iz at ballet and then Gracie and I will come home and get her started on homework and dinner and then we'll go and get Theo and Iz and come home."
"OK. Cuz I'm gonna be a little later than six tonight, Babe. I just wanted to make sure you remembered."
"I remember, Al." Olivia smiled and watched as Alex hefted her bag onto one of the stools and set it there. Alex was such a good mother, so organized, so attentive, so loving, and Olivia couldn't help but admire these very special qualities in her wife for the fifty-millionth time in the past seven years.
"OK." Alex moved to the refrigerator then and opened the door. "Oh, and Theo said he might want to join Cub Scouts and the informational meeting is Thursday at seven."
"OK," Olivia agreed. "We can go out to eat and then swing by the meeting."
Olivia watched as her wife bent over then, opening the crisper drawer on the bottom and doing something in front of her.
Olivia's gaze remained on her wife's round, enticing backside. Olivia eyed it as she took another sip, her eyes glazing over, her mind telling her hands to grab it, squeeze it, place kisses and loving nips all over it. She felt her body begin to heat up and, with her eyes still unfocused from her salacious thoughts, she witnessed Alex stand then and close the door, facing her, the edges of her image fuzzy, blurry from her fantasy.
"Didn't we, Liv? Liv" Alex moved closer and waved her hand in front of the brunette's face. "O-li-vi-a?"
Olivia's eyes focused back into the present and, as they did, clear sapphire orbs were looking back at her, smirking.
"What did we do? What? I missed it."
"Yes, you did, Liv." Alex shook her head and began putting an apple into her lunch tote and then put a plastic container with a salad she had prepared the night before into it, as well. "I said we went through that ice cream, we bought two days ago, really quickly."
"Oh, yeah…we did, Babe. We'll have to get that flavor again. I think it was peanut butter caramel? We'll get some more."
"Definitely." Alex zipped up her lunch tote and then put it into the bag before she moved up to her and placed her hands on her waist. "And what was my beautiful wife thinking about just then? Were you deeply immersed in some sort of fantasy I don't know about?" Alex smiled. "Tell me I was, at least a part of it."
Olivia couldn't help but smile. "Oh, you were definitely a part of it. A huge part of it."
"Hmmm, I noticed you zoned out when I was at the refrigerator. Does it have anything to do with that?" Alex brought her face closer.
"Yeah, it does. It has to do with one of your parts that…sticks out…that I like to cuddle with at night." Olivia's body began jostling with laughter.
Alex joined in. "Well, my protruding parts are all yours to cuddle with, my love." Alex leaned in and kissed her gently before pulling away, her eyes still closed, that kissable, peachy-pink-hued mouth smiling. "All yours."
"If you weren't so enticing…bending over, looking so incredible, my mind wouldn't go blank like it does when you're around."
"Ooh, another brownie point, Liv."
"That's eight, Mama! Mama has eight points!" Theo shouted from the kitchen table.
The three kids cheered in unison then—a celebration that their parents knew nothing about, and the ladies looked at their son and then each other before erupting in laughter.
"You hear that, Liv?" Alex giggled. "Our own little scoreboard."
"Can I cash my points in for prizes?" Olivia raised her eyebrows.
Alex nodded slowly, her eyes focused on Olivia's mouth. "Absolutely, Liv." Blue eyes returned to hers. "Anytime."
"Oh, yeah…" Olivia cooed, "…cha-ching."
"We have to go." Alex pulled away then. "Come on, Babes." She looked towards the kitchen table, grabbed her bag, and stood at the end. "We gotta go or we'll be late. Get your backpacks."
Olivia moved to the sofa and retrieved all three backpacks before approaching the table, the kids already up and moving toward her. The brunette helped the girls with their bags while Theo worked on his own.
They all began moving toward the garage door.
Olivia placed her hand on her wife's back. "See you around seven, Al?"
"Absolutely, Liv."
"A kiss for Mama?" Olivia asked, holding her arms out.
The kids rammed themselves into their brunette mother's upper thighs and Olivia leaned over and kissed them all before standing erect.
"A kiss for Mama?" Olivia repeated, this time, looking at her wife.
"Mama can have a kiss." Alex leaned in and gently pressed her mouth to hers.
Olivia felt the small, gentle poking of that warm, wet muscle pressing ever-so-slightly into her mouth and the brunette felt that familiar warmth in her core from this simple action. She moaned and felt Alex pull away.
"I'll call you at lunch, Liv. See how your day is going."
"Mmmm, sounds good." Olivia opened her eyes then. "And you do…"
Alex furrowed her brow.
"…look really good today." Olivia bit her lower lip and let her eyes scan her wife's form, "…really good." She let her eyes return to her wife's.
"Come, on, Mommy!" Theo coaxed, pulling on her slate blue bag.
"Go ahead and get in the car, guys. Seat belts on." Alex commanded, her eyes not leaving Olivia's.
The kids ran into the garage eagerly.
"So you like my outfit?"
Olivia nodded. "Yeah, and the way it fits that beautiful body."
"Hmmm…well, keep that motor running and maybe later tonight, I can show you what's underneath. Sound good?" Alex smirked, raising her eyebrows.
Olivia smiled. "Sounds more than good, Al." Olivia leaned in and kissed her gently, pulling away before she got too heated up. Olivia began giggling. "And keep that tongue wrangled inside that sexy mouth, Babe. You kill me with how you use that thing..."
"Oh, yeah?" Alex questioned.
Olivia nodded, her eyes glazing over at the perfection of the mouth in front of her before she snapped herself out of her mini-trance and refocused on those pools of blue. "Have a great day, Al."
"Toi aussi, mon amour."
Olivia smiled and fanned herself, watching as her wife stepped down and moved to the car, got in the driver's seat, put her seat belt on, started the car and pulled out of the garage and out of the driveway.
Olivia pressed the button and watched as the door rolled down, relishing in the fact and knowledge that after seven years of marriage their flirtatious banter and exchanges could still make the brunette as giddy as a school girl and as horny as a teenager.
She closed the door behind her and moved to begin her day, a definite pep to her moves and actions now, knowing her wife and her well-manicured exudence would enter her mind, heart, and body many times throughout that day.
And she didn't mind one bit.
Olivia stepped up the last step of the staircase and then rounded the banister, heading down the hallway and toward the master bedroom.
They had just gotten home a little while prior and dinner was ready, waiting to be eaten, and the kids were doing their homework at the kitchen table.
Alex had come up to change and the brunette wanted to catch her before she got too comfortable. She just wanted to see her in that outfit one more time and show her how much she appreciated it.
She entered the master bedroom and closed it behind her, watching as Alex stood in front of the long dresser, cardigan now off, her wife looking in the mirror and removing her pearl stud earrings.
Olivia smiled and moved up to her left, letting her eyes scan the blonde's figure in that ensemble before her gaze went to their reflection. She slithered her arms around her wife and placed the palms of her hands on her lower stomach, resting her chin on her left shoulder.
"Hey, Liv." Alex clasped her wife's hands on her belly, clenching firmly. "How was your day?"
Olivia nodded. "Good. I got a lot done. Three reports for Haven House, then a little work for the precinct. I cleaned out the drawers in the kitchen and your stockpile of toiletries in the cabinet in the bathroom."
Alex smiled. "There's not a lot under there, Liv. And you know it. I've gotten better since we were engaged."
Olivia smiled. "You have, Babe. A lot better." Olivia turned her face then and let her mouth press into the blonde's neck, placing a lingering kiss there.
She let her tongue slide out and then press firmly against her smooth flesh, watching as her wife's eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly, her head falling backward onto Olivia's shoulder.
"Mmmmm," Alex moaned. "I can't wait until the kids go to sleep, Liv. Your flirting had me going all day…"
"Who says we have to wait?" Olivia tried in between kissing her wife's jawline, then further back along the nape of her neck, feeling as Alex shivered beneath her mouth.
"The kids are downstairs…" Alex breathed, shifting her head to the other side as Olivia continued along the back and to the right side now, "…by themselves."
"No they're not…" Olivia tried, now letting her tongue sweep up along the space just behind her wife's ear lobe, "…Jonathan is down there. He stopped by really quick to take that old PC we were gonna throw away. Says he can use it." Olivia peppered her wife's right jaw line with kisses now, moving slowly, deliberately.
Olivia's right hand found her wife's button then and her fingers nimbly unfastened it before sliding the zipper to her pants down. From sheer gravity, the fabric slid on its own, lower, to settle on her lower hips. She let her hand slip inside now, into the thin, satin panties, her fingers immediately touching warm softness as the pads of her fingers ran along tender, delicate folds, the softness causing the brunette's own body to respond.
Alex moaned. "Liv…" she gasped then, her left hand clenching Olivia's on her belly, her right going to the side of Olivia's face, holding it in her hand. "Do we…?"
"Yes," Olivia whispered against her ear, her fingers continuing to stroke.
"He's down—"
"Yes, Al. We're good." Olivia let one finger slide into her wife then, beginning a slow plunge, feeling Alex's walls relax to allow the entry, her core becoming wetter and wetter by the second.
Alex began panting then and she turned her face towards the brunette. And Olivia could feel that warm, sweet breath on her own mouth.
"You like that, Babe?"
Alex nodded, her eyes closed. "I can't say I don't love…" she whimpered then as Olivia added a second finger, "…your sneak attacks…"
Olivia laughed then and added a third digit, feeling her wife's walls soften even further, her body responding quickly to her own arousal. The wetness was seeping from Alex then and Olivia could feel and hear the sound of her wife's excitement with every thrust.
"And I love surprising you, Al, because…" she kissed her lips then, unable to let them remain in front of her, panting, parted, full and soft, without doing so, "…watching and feeling your body open up and allow me to…surprise you…it's the best feeling in the world, babe."
Alex's breathing became faster then, her exhales coming out in short bursts. "I…couldn't…agree…more…"
Fast breathing now, heavy exhales of quick bursts, Alex's mouth having fallen open further, her brow furrowed in pleasure, the back of her head pressing into the brunette's left shoulder.
"God you're so sexy, Alex…this body…this ass…I've been thinking about it all day, Babe…" Olivia continued thrusting into her wife and then let her thumb enter the mix, gently swirling around her wife's clit which was now making itself known, its presence undeniable.
Olivia let her left hand slide up to cup her wife's left breast, her right hand still pumping. She gripped the fullness firmly and let her mouth hover over the blonde's ear then before turning her face and inhaling her locks, smelling the sweetness, the fresh smell of her herbal shampoo and daily femininely floral perfume.
"I want to watch you come, Al. Feel you come around my fingers, babe. Such a turn on." Olivia admitted, closing her eyes and getting lost on her wife's now-mewing sounds, the blonde's desire and incitement closer and closer to letting herself go.
"Uh…Babe…uh…uh…" Alex's voice was high, delicate, the blonde trying her hardest to be quiet. "Baby, I'm…I'm gonna…"
Alex's body tightened then, her body going stiff momentarily, and she let out a long, drawn-out squeak, a release of pleasure as her inner walls began quick contractions around Olivia's digits, the blonde's body jumping and jerking against her, that beautiful flushed ivory face Heavenly as she came hard.
Then, after a few moments, Alex's expression was straight, her cheeks rosy, her body relaxed against her. Olivia looked back in the mirror at them and saw a sight that turned her on all over again. Their faces, side by side, Olivia's hand having disappeared inside her wife's panties, that pink-hued face recovering, her porcelain arms dangling at her sides.
Her wife was completely satisfied, spent, satiated.
And Olivia smiled then, kissing her neck softly.
"Tell you what…" Olivia removed her digits from her wife's lace underwear then and placed her hand on the blonde's hip, "…you stay here and..recover…and I'll go and see your brother out…"
"Does he know why he just had kid duty, Liv?" Alex smiled, eyes now open as she lifted her head up and looked at her wife in the reflection.
"Oh, I think he probably has a good idea."
"Great." Alex pursed her mouth and shook her head.
"I just told him to hold down the fort for a few minutes and I know he understood."
"Oh, God...not my brother, Liv."
Olivia raised her eyebrows. "You complaining?"
Alex smiled then and shook her head. "Not at all, Liv. Thank you."
"No, Al…thank you…"
"For what?" Alex began removing her pants then, stepping out of them and picking them up from the floor.
"Being sexy. Turning me on. Making me think of you morning, noon and night. For often making your ass the center of my thoughts and my day."
Alex's smile broadened and she stepped closer, her mouth just an inch from the brunette's. "No problem, Liv. No problem. And just know…"
"What's that?" Olivia raised her eyebrows.
"That you and your fine ass are more often than not the extreme focus of my day." Alex wiggled her eyebrows.
"Happy to be your muse, Babe."
"And I, yours."
A/N2: A little longer than originally anticipated. But you know how the mind just runs and runs and runs…
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