14

OOO

Olivia smiled, just waking from a nap, as she lay there on her stomach, limbs sprawled, hair over her face. She felt like she shouldn't be this content but her body and mind couldn't deny the relaxation flowing throughout her being, her love for the sexy attorney unparalleled. She stretched and let out a squeak, her body sore from a session of sexual acrobatics. She was actually sore—everywhere. Her lips were swollen and tender from kissing, her abs were sore from holding various positions, her arms from pleasuring Alex, and her own walls were overspent from the numerous times that her girlfriend had made her orgasm. Olivia was happy that, when Alex had gone home the day before to pack some of her own things, she had included the purple plastic toy from her night stand, but Olivia was now most certainly feeling the ache, at least after the fact.

It was a wonderful ache, though.

Olivia grinned again and reached over for Alex but found her side empty. Olivia raised her upper half off the bed and looked around. She spotted Alex on the veranda, sitting in a white Adirondack chair, sipping from a turquoise mug and looking out across the ocean. She looked so peaceful, sitting in her baby blue satin robe, long, elegant legs outstretched and ankles crossed. She had a slight smile on her face, as well.

Olivia got up and used the off-white throw at the foot of the bed to wrap around her naked body before she walked to the screen door. She looked over at Alex, who was still lost in thought and still smiling. Quietly, so as not to startle her, Olivia said, "Hey, there."

Alex looked up at Olivia as the detective opened the screen and exited, taking a seat in the matching chair next to her girlfriend. "Hey, yourself…" Alex grinned smugly. The attorney reached to her right and then handed Olivia a matching blue mug with what smelled like the Earl Grey they had bought earlier. Alex gazed at Olivia as she touched her own lips with her forefinger, biting it gently and grinning. She began shaking her head.

"Something wrong, counselor?" Olivia asked as she stared ahead at the blue expanse of the Atlantic. She took a sip of tea and then looked at Alex.

Alex reached for Olivia's hand and Olivia placed hers in the blonde's. "Nothing is wrong, at all…in fact, everything is too right, Liv. I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up." She looked down at their hands and began caressing Olivia's palm with her thumb. "It's real, right?"

"Yes, Baby. It's real." Olivia brought Alex's hand to her mouth and kissed it, tonguing it lightly.

Alex closed her eyes and let out a contented moan. "You keep that up we won't make our eight-thirty reservations for dinner."

"Who says we need to keep the reservations?" Olivia questioned, her hand now traveling up Alex's arm and underneath her robe sleeve. Olivia found a pebbled nipple and began rubbing circles around it with her fingertip.

"Jesus, Liv," Alex groaned as she leaned her head back against the headrest.

"Besides…" Olivia began, as she put her mug down, got up from the chair, and let the throw covering her fall to the ground. She knelt in front of Alex's feet, dancing her tanned fingers on silk-covered knees before moving the fabric aside and placing hands on pale, soft skin, "…didn't you buy all that seafood at the market?" Olivia leaned forward and began tonguing her way up Alex's inner thighs, Alex spreading her legs involuntarily as she watched Olivia with heavy, lascivious lids. "We have plenty to eat…right here…" she kissed her way further up and hovered just millimeters from Alex's center, "…at least I do, anyway…"

"Fuck," Alex whispered, as Olivia's tongue entered her warmth. Alex grabbed Olivia's hair, her fingers gripping it firmly as Olivia began long sweeping motions with her skilled tongue, in and out, her thumb lightly brushing Alex's clit. Alex gasped underneath Olivia, her grip becoming tighter in her hair, her moans increasing in volume.

"Alexandra?" a voice questioned—a voice that seemed to be in the distance to Olivia. Olivia continued pleasuring Alex, knowing that she was close to climax from her panting and they way she was saying Olivia's name repeatedly.

"Alexandra Cabot?" the voice was louder now.

"Wh…what the…f—?" Alex opened her eyes and Olivia stopped, looking up at Alex and licking her lips.

Like lightning, Alex was up and standing, eyes wide, backing up as though she had seen a rattlesnake. She hastily pulled her robe closed and retied the belt. "Mr. Wexley!" She yelped, shoving Olivia in all her naked glory toward the door to go inside.

Once Olivia got inside and closed the screen door, her giggling erupted and her body convulsed with laughter, her knees weak beneath her. She sat on the bed and rolled backward, placing a pillow over her loud cackling, as she rolled her self into a chuckling ball.

Poor Alex. Whoever Mr. Wexley was, hopefully his eyesight and hearing was bad or else he would have gotten an eye as well as an earful.

Alex entered the bedroom from the balcony and closed the glass door. She looked absolutely on edge and, if possible, two shades paler, yet her cheeks were bright crimson. "Oh my God, Liv!" She drew her lips inward, trying not to smile. "I can't believe it! That was Mr.—"

"Wexley?" Olivia interrupted, her lips trembling as she withheld her own smile.

"Yes!" Alex said, exasperated. She began hastily throwing on her shorts from earlier and her bra and baby tee. "Apparently my father spoke with Kate and then he called Mr. Wexley about coming to check on the hot water heater to make sure it's working for us. He's been our handyman slash groundskeeper since I was little and he's also my father's really good friend!"

Olivia covered her mouth with her hand, her smile behind it, her body shaking.

Alex glared at her. "It is so not funny, Liv…" She put her hair back in her ponytail holder and then shoved Olivia back on the bed, pinning her down and hovering over her. "I am going to burst—you had me right…there…Jesus!" She got up and began walking towards the door. "He needs to come in and check it out. It should only take a few minutes, but…I have to be a good hostess…"

"Oh, you are a good hostess, Alex. Trust me…" Olivia said to the ceiling, still lying down from where Alex had pushed her.

As Alex walked down the hallway, Olivia could hear her say something about finishing what she started.

Olivia would be sure to remember that.

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AAA

Alex headed to the back door where the pool and garden were, on the ocean front side, shaking her head and not believing the chances. Her core and lower lips were pulsating and sopping wet from her near miss. She could feel the flush in her cheeks and the sweat along her forehead and upper lip from her sexual frustration and panic. The door where Mr. Wexley was standing was directly below her bedroom veranda where she and Liv had been; she, herself, making all kinds of erotic noises. Hopefully his hearing was bad. Maybe his vision was also poor, as well. After all, he was in his early eighties. He must have lost some of his senses by now.

She took a deep breath and opened the door, Mr. Wexley standing on the bottom step, smiling. "Mr. Wexley…" she began, walking down the steps to greet him, "…so good to see you."

They embraced and Mr. Wexley held her by the waist, looking her over as he always did. "Beautiful as ever Alexandra. You haven't changed…."

"Neither have you, Mr. Wexley," she smiled, still nervous about what he might have heard or seen. "How have you been?" she asked as they began walking up the steps into the house, Mr. Wexley following slowly, his elderly joints moving with more difficulty than last time Alex had seen him a year ago.

It pained Alex to see him like this, to know that the people in her life that she once considered the heroes, the invincible adults, were now aging and deteriorating before her eyes.

Mr. Wexley followed Alex upstairs into the kitchen and he took a seat at the kitchen table. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Something harder?" Alex stood, waiting for his response.

Mr. Wexley considered for a moment. "I'll take a brandy, if you have it."

"I'm pretty sure we have a brandy. Coming right up." Alex chirped as she walked towards the stairway where the wet bar was. She saw Olivia peeking around the corner downstairs. She motioned for her to come up. Alex noted that she had changed into a pair of white jeans and a fitted olive tank top, her feet bare. She had obviously taken a quick shower and she looked incredible, her damp hair now clipped in a twist. The brunette bounced effortlessly up the stairs.

Once she got to the top, she sidled up next to Alex. "What are we doing?" she whispered and watched as Alex got ice from the mini fridge under the bar and filled a glass with ice before filling it with two-shot's worth of the amber liquid.

"We are being social. Come with me. I want to introduce you," Alex beamed, smiling at Olivia. Alex took the glass in her left hand and took Olivia's left hand.

They entered the kitchen and Alex pulled Olivia next to her, still gripping her hand.

Alex set a cocktail napkin and then the glass on top of it in front of the elderly man.

Mr. Wexley smiled when he saw Olivia and he stood. "And who is this beautiful creature?" He reached out for her hand.

Olivia smiled and offered her hand, which Mr. Wexley took and kissed before gazing back into her eyes.

Alex offered, "This is Olivia Benson. She's my girlfriend, Mr. Wexley." Alex waited for some kind of reaction from her admittance, although she received none from the gentle, old man.

The only reaction that was had was Mr. Wexley's eyes tearing up. Alex looked at Olivia and Olivia at Alex. Olivia shook her head, not understanding either.

The old man sat and took a sip of brandy as Olivia and Alex took their seats on either side of him. "You're probably wondering why I got so emotional seeing your Olivia…" Mr. Wexley began, looking at Alex, "…it's just that, she reminds me of my Emma, God rest her soul." He looked at Olivia. "It's uncanny. Like you've captured her soul…you have the same beautiful brown eyes…" He looked at her, studying as though trying to convince himself it wasn't really her.

Olivia shifted and looked at Alex. "She must have meant the world to you, Mr. Wexley. "I'm so sorry for your loss." Olivia put her hand on his back briefly.

Alex smiled at her and then tried to change the mood. "So, you need to check on the water heater right?"

"Yes," Mr. Wexley cleared his throat. "It's an old one and your father said that in December it wasn't acting right but he said to wait and see in a few months how it was doing. Katie called me after speaking to him and now I'm here to check on it. If it needs replacing, it should only take a couple of hours and we could do it tomorrow." He downed the rest of his drink.

"Can I get you another drink?" Alex offered.

"Oh, no, no…I wasn't even supposed to have that one," he kidded as he stood arduously.

Olivia made a face at Alex that said whoops, before the two women stood.

Mr. Wexley headed to the butler's pantry to check on the water heater. Olivia brought his glass to the sink and emptied the ice, washing it with the soapy sponge and rinsing it before setting it in the drying rack, obviously pensive.

Alex came up behind her. "You OK?"

Olivia smiled, "Yeah…poor guy…you can see how much he loved her…" Olivia smiled and looked at Alex's lips before planting a soft, quick kiss on the attorney's parted mouth. "Oh, and, the water is hot," Olivia shared.

"Oh, good." Alex looked fixedly at Olivia's mouth, biting her bottom lip.

"Well, everything seems OK," Mr. Wexley began. "It seems you have hot water right now so, you let me know if it gives you any problems. How long are you staying this time, Alexandra?"

"I'm not sure yet…probably a couple of weeks." The three headed down the stairs and then to the back door.

"OK, you let me know if you have any problems with anything around the house, OK?"

Alex embraced Mr. Wexley and then he turned to Olivia, taking her left hand into both of his own—her bandaged hand was behind her back—and he looked into her eyes, searching them. "You take care, Olivia. It was a true pleasure meeting you." He kissed her hand once again, turned, and headed down the stairs. He stopped and turned back momentarily. "Also, keep an eye out for the McGregor's cat. I think she's in heat. Makes a terrible screaming sound. I heard her earlier when I was out here ringing the bell."

Olivia nudged Alex and grinned sheepishly.

Alex nudged her back and called out, "Will do, Mr. Wexler."

He walked past the pool and to the right, disappearing into the darkness.

Alex slipped her arm around Olivia's waist as Olivia continued to watch the spot where Mr. Wexley disappeared. "Hey…" she tried, noting Olivia was, once again, lost in thought.

Olivia shook her head slightly. She looked at Alex and smiled, turning into her embrace.

"He's right, you know…" Alex husked, her arms around Olivia's neck, the brunette's hands on Alex's waist.

"Yeah, what's that?" Olivia rubbed her nose against Alex's.

"You do have the most gorgeous brown eyes…" Alex leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue lingering on Olivia's bottom lip, sucking it lightly.

Olivia moaned as Alex's hands moved down and squeezed the brunette's ass. "Now, what was that about me finishing what I started?"

The women walked into the house, Alex eager to have Olivia finish what she had begun.

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