A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter. It's longer than normal because I wanted to get back on track with what we all love—sex, love, and humor. The PCD's or Pussycat Dolls, for some reason, remind me of Alex and Olivia. Their album came out in 2005.
Also, the information about the Montauk Lighthouse is accurate and is in existence today.
Preview at end!
Enjoy!
Patricia
25
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Alex leaned with the temple of her head resting against the window the entire ride back to the beach house. Olivia could hear her sniffing every now and then, knowing her fiancé was crying. Katie intermittently looked over at Alex, a look of pity on her face. All Olivia could do was gently massage the blonde's shoulder from the back seat, trying to let her touch send signals of comfort.
Olivia didn't care one iota about those women; but, they were women that Alex trusted, admired—even perhaps loved as family.
"I'm OK, Liv…" Alex finally rasped after many moments of silence. The blonde placed her hand on top of Olivia's and squeezed it as she turned to look at the brunette. "It was surprising, true…but…" She kissed Olivia's hand on her shoulder, her tears still falling, "…it's like you said…forty years from now…" The blonde tried a smile.
Olivia returned the grin, hating to see Alex so hurt. It seemed like one person after another, at some point in time, didn't approve of their relationship—her mother, aunt, now her mother' close friends. It wasn't that Olivia had low self-esteem but, when the women would talk about her as though she was in the wrong class for Alex, it did upset her. It reminded her of her upbringing, the sadness of that dank, dark apartment; it reminded her of her mother.
Her mother had told her things like that and it brought it all to the surface once again. She was six years old again, spilling milk, her mother yelling at her for not being good enough and can't she ever do anything right?
They pulled up to the house and Katie put the car in park. "I'm dropping you off…I am making corned beef and turnips tonight and have to get a few things. I'm so sorry this happened, Miss Alexandra. I truly am."
"Thank you, Katie, and thank you for picking us up." Alex leaned over and hugged Katie tightly.
"Miss Olivia…I know you'll take good care of our Alex…" she winked.
"No doubt, Katie," Olivia smiled.
The two women exited the car, Olivia stepping off toward the steps, cardigan draped over her forearm.
Before Alex closed the door she said, "I don't think Olivia and I will be joining the family for dinner. We're going to go have dinner somewhere…spend some time together…explore a little…"
Katie smiled, "You two enjoy each other…OK?"
Alex nodded and closed the door. Katie backed out of the spot, made a u-turn and drove back toward the road.
Olivia held out her arm and Alex walked into it as the women walked up the steps and inside the house.
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Alex closed the bedroom door and immediately walked up to Olivia, wrapping her arms tightly around the brunette. Their embrace spoke volumes—love, comfort, sadness, anger, frustration, need.
Alex pulled away looking into those perfect, brown eyes. Her eyes dipped to the fullness of her pink lips, the swell of her breast in that fitted dress. Alex leaned her forehead against the detective's. "Well…that's over…" She took a deep breath as though she had been holding it in since the start of the luncheon, and closed her eyes.
"Tell me what you're feeling, Al…" Olivia tried.
"You know what I'm feeling, Liv…hurt, confused, offended…right now, all I want is to be close to you…smell you, be with you…"
Olivia pulled Alex close again hugging her and clutching her shoulders, her firm, soothing hands moving downward to her waist, settling on her hips. They pulled away and Olivia placed a kiss on Alex's forehead, then her nose, then her mouth, slow and soft, filled with devotion and assurance.
Olivia walked the blonde backward, guiding her to the edge of the bed. Olivia's face was deliberate, her gaze not leaving the attorney, as she unzipped the zipper on Alex's right side, pulling it down below her hip. Olivia took the cap sleeves from her dress and brought them down, below her shoulders, down her elbows and off, pushing it down past her hips and Alex stepped out of it, their eyes not once leaving each other. Olivia hooked her index fingers through Alex's lacy thong and pulled it down as the attorney stepped out of that, as well.
"Sit down, Baby…" Olivia rasped.
Alex did as instructed and sat, putting her hands next to her thighs on the bed, feeling her body grow warm, her mouth parted, her breathing quickening. "Olivia…"
Olivia smiled and knelt in front of Alex, placing her hands on her knees and slowly separating them, kissing her thighs as she did so.
Alex looked down, putting her hands on the detective's hair, moving it behind her shoulders to see her face, running light fingers through the softness. "I've been wanting to taste you all afternoon, Liv…even just your shoulder today at lunch…I wanted to take a bite out of it…"
Olivia tried, in between kisses, her mouth traveling upward, "I'm glad you didn't…would've created a whole new set of problems…" She looked up and smiled.
"Come here…" Alex whispered.
Olivia moved onto the bed and the two women lay down together, Olivia wrapping her arms around the blonde. "I'm here," she smiled.
Alex leaned closer to Olivia and kissed her again, soft lips searching, tongues connecting, Alex whimpering against Olivia's mouth, the brunette's breathing intensifying.
"Let's just stay like this, Baby." Alex buried her face in the crook of Olivia's neck and inhaled deeply, smelling her shampoo, her perfume, the alluring scent that was Olivia.
"Three days without you, Al…I'm barely holding on…" Olivia stroked Alex's hair, long, loving sweeps as she pulled their bodies closer with her other arm.
"I know, Baby…let's go somewhere this afternoon, just you and me. My mother and aunts will be home soon and I want to be somewhere else for a while, OK?"
"Of course, Al."
They held each other until there was a light knock on the bedroom door. Alex opened her eyes, "Just a second…" she called languidly. She sat up, smiling, stood from the bed, and put on Olivia's grey NYPD t-shirt and sweatpants from the chair, still looking at the brunette's horizontal form on the bed as she watched the attorney.
As Alex moved to the door, Olivia sat up, smoothing her dress and then leaned over and began removing her heels.
"Alex? Olivia?" Mrs. Cabot questioned.
"Hi, Mom…" Alex stepped aside, "…come on in."
Alex's mother entered and Alex let the door close halfway.
Olivia smiled, "Hi, Mrs. Cabot."
"Olivia…it's Cathy. Please."
"Cathy…"
Catherine Cabot turned to Alex.
"Mom?" Alex stepped to her mother, hands under her elbows.
"Oh, Alex…I never thought…" Mrs. Cabot took Alex in a tight hug.
Alex held her mother, glancing at Olivia who had her hand over her mouth, her eyes tearing. The brunette stood and picked up her shoes, walking into the closet and retrieving a pair of jeans and a black v-neck sweater. She came back out and held the clothing in her arms, ready to change.
"I know, Mom…I don't think any of us did."
"Their behavior reminds me of myself, though…and I'm sorry for behaving that way."
Alex held her mother, rocking her slowly.
After a few minutes, Alex's mother pulled away, smiling grimly. "Katie is making corned beef, cabbage, and turnips…"
"Mom…I think Olivia and I are just going to go and spend some time alone for a little while."
Alex's mother nodded. "I understand." She turned to leave. "Olivia," she turned to face Olivia, "…I am very sorry for the way they treated you today…It makes me want to re-evaluate my friends…"
"I know, Cathy…"
Mrs. Cabot nodded, smiling weakly, before walking to the door, hand on the knob. "Well…you two have a good time."
Olivia smiled.
"We will, Mom…"
With that, she closed the door.
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With both ladies in jeans and Alex in a baby blue cashmere sweater, contrasting Olivia's black one, the ladies headed out to the Montauk Point Lighthouse. It was an hour and ten minute drive but the women took their time, stopping at scenic points and taking pictures, separately, with each other, candids of Alex jumping in the air, of Olivia charging towards the camera, making faces.
By the time they got to the lighthouse and saw the altitudinous historical monument high up on the cliff, and had enjoyed talking, singing and dancing to the Pussycat Dolls CD, the women had almost forgotten about the previous drama of the luncheon and were truly enjoying each other.
Olivia was dancing in her seat to the song that sang something about loosening buttons, her hips working, knowing Alex was watching her.
"God, I can't wait to dance with you…" Alex commented, driving down the dirt road to the parking lot, ogling Olivia's body as the detective continued thrusting and bucking, various hand and arm motions included. Olivia smiled at her, and puckered her lips.
Alex pulled into a parking space of the lighthouse, as the song ended, and put the car in park. Both women took their seatbelts off.
Scrolling through the images on her digital camera, Olivia snorted as she came across one of Alex in which her mouth is wide open and her eyes were closed—she was apparently trying to yell something and it was the moment right before she started laughing.
"Delete that, Liv…" Alex said firmly, a smirk evident on her smooth face. She had taken her glasses off and the blueness in her eyes was more vivid than it had been all day.
Olivia held the camera closer to the window as Alex grabbed for it. "Alex…we have to keep this one to show that you're human…one unflattering photo out of a million doesn't take away from your eternal beauty." Olivia fluttered her eyelashes at the attorney.
"I almost believe you, Babe…now delete that picture…"
Olivia shook her head, "Nope…"
"Olivia Benson, give me that camera right now," Alex held her hand out.
"You're gonna be a great mother…I'm almost scared right now…" Olivia chided.
"At least there will be one disciplinarian among us…you'll be the one that solves everything with hugs and cuddles."
"Yes, I will…" Olivia smiled. "A hug fixes everything."
"So, if I hug you right now, will you delete it?" Alex oozed, leaning toward her fiancé.
Olivia looked up at the ceiling of the car, contemplating. "Maybe a kiss will make me delete it?" She looked at the blonde, whose eyes were the color of sapphires, her full mouth moist and waiting.
Alex leaned in and Olivia could feel the blonde's warm breath on her lips, lingering, waiting, driving Olivia crazy. Alex reached up and placed her thumb on the brunette's cheek, clutching the side of Olivia's neck.
"I want you tonight, Babe…so badly…you just don't know…" Alex pressed her lips to Olivia's gently at first, and then Olivia parted her lips slowly, allowing the blonde's soft, warm tongue to penetrate her mouth, feeling, tasting…
Olivia felt herself shudder, her lower half pulsating with desire as the kiss intensified. Placing the camera on her lap, the detective's hands moved to Alex's hair, clutching the silky tresses, moaning from such softness touching her, tempting her.
She felt Alex pull away, Olivia still in an arousal-induced fog, eyes closed.
A small weight was felt lifting from the detective's lap and Olivia's eyes shot open.
She looked at Alex who was scrolling through the photos rapidly, holding the camera close to the window out of Olivia's reach. Olivia sat there, staring at her fiancé. "Wow…"
"What, Babe?"
"Vanity over seduction, huh?"
"Knowing you, you'd make that a profile picture somewhere or put it up in the squad room as a 'wanted' sign…her thumb continued to rapidly fire through images, "…aha! Here it is…and…delete…done." She handed the camera back to Olivia.
Olivia shook her head, trying not to smile.
"Hey…if all of my photos came out as perfectly as yours…I wouldn't have a reason to delete anything. Every photo you take looks like it's for the pages of Cosmopolitan or Glamour magazine."
"What I need is for you to stop such nonsense talking…" She leaned in to the blonde, grabbing her upper thigh and squeezing, her nails scratching at the inner seam on the attorney's jeans, dangerously close to her crotch.
"Uhhh…" Alex tried, obviously feeling the vibrations of Olivia's movements.
"You, with your modelesque frame," Olivia's hands went to the blonde's arm, "that slender, sexy, porcelain body, "…those breasts, so perky and silky smooth…", Olivia's fingers lightly traced the attorney's nipples, "…and don't get me started on your face…those eyes that go right through me, that mouth, your nose…" Olivia lightly fingered her cheeks, nose, and mouth, "…then there's your hair, Babe. That hair," she ran her fingers through her silky hair, "… when it's all over me…stroking my—"
"Stop…" Alex whispered, "…no, keep going…no, stop…" she smiled, eyes closed. "We'd better cut this out…" She opened her eyes and looked straight ahead and then to the left, and then at Olivia, smiling. "We are actually fogging the windows up, Babe."
Olivia looked through the windows and, sure enough, they were coated with the beginnings of steam. Olivia brought her lips inward, her body shaking. "I love you, Alex…" She leaned in and kissed the attorney fully, pulled the handle, and opened the door, got out, and then leaned over. "Coming?"
She watched Alex take a deep breath, smiling, "Yes, I am…without a doubt."
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The lighthouse was built in 1796 and was one-hundred eleven feet tall. The tower was painted white with a broad band of brown midway, with a black lantern at the top.
Alex and Olivia made their way up the spiral staircase, Alex in front, holding Olivia's hand as the two laughed about the fact that the staircase was still going—the steps seeming never ending. "Jesus, Alex…" Olivia looked through one of the windows at the one of five the landings, "…I think I'm getting vertigo…"
Alex laughed, slightly out of breath, "The view will be amazing, though…come on…"
They continued to the top, stepping out onto the balcony of the lantern, resting their elbows on the black wrought iron railing. Alex sidled up to Olivia, playfully bumped her hip, and looked at her, both women smiling. Olivia closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, slipping her arm around Alex's waist.
Being a Thursday evening, the lighthouse did not have many other visitors—just another couple heading down as the women came up and a couple of people leaving as they pulled into the parking lot. Olivia pulled up behind Alex, pressing herself to the blonde and slithering her arms around the her waist as she rested her chin on her shoulder.
"This is the part I love, Baby…you and me…just us…" Olivia whispered against Alex's ear.
Alex turned her head and smiled, her mouth millimeters from Olivia's.
"Do you realize that in exactly fifty days, we'll be married?"
"Fifty, huh? Are you counting them down, Al?"
"Absolutely, I am. Every second." Alex pressed her mouth to Olivia's, softly, gently.
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They stayed on the top for a little while, taking pictures and enjoying the view, and then decided to head to a restaurant that the foreman at the bottom of the lighthouse suggested called The Crow's Nest. It was on their way back and they were told had the best, fresh seafood and a to-die-for artichoke risotto.
The outdoor seating at The Crow's Nest was along a lengthy wooden porch with no railing, about six tables taking up the length, overlooking the bay. Alex requested the end of the porch, although they were the only people there at five-thirty in the evening. They sat at a four person wooden table with white cushions on the chairs and a small black lantern in the middle.
The hostess placed their menus in front of them.
"Thank you," Olivia said, smiling. She looked at Alex, who was gazing at her adoringly.
Olivia reached for the blonde's right hand with her left and brought it to her mouth, kissing softly, letting her tongue dart out briefly.
Alex closed her eyes, Olivia noting a small sliver of the whites of her eyes as they rolled back in her head. "I am so horny, Liv…you should feel me…"
"I wish I could," Olivia said to the menu, continuing to hold Alex's hand, her mind now trying to focus on the menu items.
"I want you to touch me, Babe…everywhere…"
"I can't wait to have my mouth on you, Al…"
Alex audibly moaned and a jolt of longing shot right to Olivia's warmth, feeling her lips engorge and twitch slightly. "Alex…we need to keep this clean or else you and I will have to visit the bathroom together."
Alex looked at Olivia with such intensity, such eagerness, such lust, as she said, "Together?"
Olivia swallowed, "I'd rather wait, Babe…after all, I am a sex crimes detective, you're a sex crimes attorney. Not the best situation to get caught in." Olivia leaned forward and whispered, "I'd rather take my time with you when we get back…slowly undress you…kiss every inch of your skin, wrap my lips around your—"
"Ladies…are we ready for drinks?" A woman with a six-four, close to three-hundred pound frame was now towering over their table, wearing black pants, white shirt, and a black bow tie, nametag that read Veronica. The women looked up, almost in slow-motion; until their eyes reached the top of the woman's being, settling on her eyes.
Olivia cleared her throat and smiled at Alex, who looked on the verge of orgasm from their talk of the bathroom scenario—cheeks flushed, chest heaving slightly.
"Yes," Olivia spoke. "Is the Sandhi Chardonnay the only Chardonnay you've got?"
"Yes, ma'am," Veronica waited, her eyes roaming over Olivia.
Olivia continued, "How about a bottle of the Sandhi Chardonnay, chilled?" Olivia closed the wine menu. "And two waters, please."
"Coming right up…" the androgynous waitress winked at Olivia. "Would you like me to bring out the bread basket or are you two watching your carbs?" She openly scanned Olivia's physique admiringly.
Olivia looked at Alex who was now smirking, arms crossed.
"Go ahead and bring it out…this one loves her bread…" Olivia thumbed in the direction of Alex."
"Oh, and you don't?" Alex feigned mock shock. "And extra butter…you have that that whipped kind, right?"
"We do…I'll bring the wine and the bread right out, ladies," Veronica winked again and then turned to leave.
"Well, then…" Alex commented. "Someone's got an admirer…"
"Hmmmm…well…I think she would crush me…"
Alex laughed out loud, covering her mouth quickly. "You know…you're a pretty good cowgirl, I'll bet you could remedy that situation."
"Oh, Alex…please…don't…not my type…no…"
Veronica brought the tray with waters, bread basket, six dishes of whipped butter, two wine glasses and opener, and a bottle of chilled wine. She set everything down and began opening the bottle. "So, are you ladies here on vacation?" Her voice was deep, yet smooth.
Olivia looked at Alex and winked, then looked back at Veronica. "We're in town for some celebrations, yes." Olivia placed her hand on Alex's arm and rubbed it tenderly.
Veronica popped the cork and poured a small amount in Olivia's glass.
The brunette lifted it to her mouth and sipped. "Very nice…This beautiful woman and I are getting married in, what is it, Babe…fifty days?" Olivia smiled.
Veronica smiled, "Lucky lady," she looked directly at Alex and then filled both glasses halfway.
Alex continued, taking her glass in her hand, "Oh, Veronica…I definitely know that. This one's an absolute freak in the bedroom."
Olivia had to stifle a laugh. "Ms. Kink, calling me a freak? That's classic." Olivia sipped her wine.
"Do you ladies need a few more minutes to decide?"
"I think so…" Olivia said, noticing Veronica's intent gaze was still on her.
"OK, I'll be back in few minutes. Can I get you anything else? More butter?"
"No thanks…this might be enough," Alex kidded.
The waitress left and Alex leaned in, "So…your type… what would that be?"
"What is it with you needing reassurance today, Al?"
"Don't worry about why…just do it…now…tell me what is your type?"
"Well, you already know that it's tall, fit, blondes with tight asses, and legs for days…I'm gonna get turned on again, Babe and then where will we be?"
"Wet and wanting…eager…" Alex's lust was apparent as her voice rasped and she smiled. "Continue detective…"
Olivia smiled, "My type is someone who gets me, Alex. Physicality aside, you really get me. You get me when I'm angry, when I'm upset, when I'm kidding with you…that's my type…it doesn't hurt that you are the sexiest woman I know…No one can fill out a pencil skirt and button down shirt like you, Babe." Olivia leaned in and kissed Alex.
Veronica came back to the table, pen hovering over her order pad. "Just to let you know," she said quietly, "…you two are probably the sexiest couple we've had in here in a very long time. Are you ready to order?"
Olivia smiled, "Thank you, Veronica…Al, you've been here before…I'll just have what my smokin' hot fiancé is getting."
Alex, looked at the menu and smirked. "OK, well I think we'll go with the raw porcini crudo and the grilled octopus to start, and then we'll get one order of the Dayboat Scallops and one order of the artichoke risotto to split." She closed the menu and handed it to Olivia, who handed it to Veronica.
"Excellent choices. I'll have that right out. You ladies enjoy the wine."
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After the food had been served and most of it eaten, a contented lull came over the women as the sky began darkening. Veronica had come by earlier and lit the lantern at their table, the glow now casting a flickering shadow on the table and their faces.
Alex noticed Olivia had zoned out, fingering the body of her wine glass.
"Liv?"
Olivia looked up and smiled. "Hey, Babe…"
"What are you thinking about?"
Olivia looked back at her wine glass. "My mother…"
Alex nodded, knowing it had to be something deep that her fiancé was thinking of.
"Just…some emotions came out today that I hadn't felt in a long time…I haven't felt like I was less than was I was supposed to be in years."
"My mom's friends…"
Olivia nodded, "Yeah…they were talking about my schooling and people like them and how I could probably find someone else, and to leave you alone…almost like a caste system."
"I know, Liv…embarrassing excuses for women." Alex placed her hand in Olivia's at the table. "Your mother had problems, Liv. Substance abuse problems. These women, unless Botox makes you mean, have no reason to be like that except money."
"My mother's reason was not drinking. A reason is something that is acceptable, and an excuse is not. Hers was an excuse. So was theirs today…" her voice faded off. She sipped the second glass of her half of the bottle. "It just took me back, Babe. I felt like a little girl again today. Like I was bad, or failed, or had no control."
"Olivia Benson…" Alex began, "You are the smartest, most intelligent, funniest, sexiest, most beautifully giving, kick-my-ass-at-Jeopardy, animal loving, kitty mama, gun wielding, handcuff clamping, ass-kicking, hot mouth kissing, sucking, etc., etc. woman I have ever met. Now…" she leaned into Olivia, the brunette laughing at Alex's list and smiling a mile wide, "…now…let's get home because I'm hornier than a nerd at a Xena costume party."
Olivia laughed, "God, Alex…I love you…"
Within moments, the check was paid and the women were flying down the highway, headed back to the Cabot Compound.
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Olivia moaned into Alex's chest as the blonde lay on top of her, her face twisted in pleasure as the attorney shifted her fingers inside the brunette, adding a fourth one. Alex could feel her own orgasm approaching as she coated Olivia's leg with her excitement and pumped against the detective's firm thigh.
This was the third time they had made love quietly—becoming experts at the silent art form—and both were becoming contentedly exhausted from the lateness of the hour and their previous climaxes.
Alex continued to pump against Olivia's leg, feeling her arousal build as she slid on the smoothness of the brunette's firm, muscular thigh—Alex curling her fingers and hitting the spot that made Olivia orgasm every time. Olivia's eyes popped open and she looked down, closing her eyes, moving her hips closer, the blonde going deeper, a high-pitched squeak and then Alex felt her walls contract around her fingers, Olivia panting into her neck, shaking, a light layer of perspiration on both of their bodies.
"Oh, Baby…" Olivia whispered, connecting her lips to the blonde as Alex continued her motions and Olivia rode it out. Alex gave two, three more thrusts against Olivia's thigh and then gasped, squeaking her peak before releasing, her body jolting and bucking on top of the brunette. Alex panted as she continued her motions and finished her wave of euphoria. Alex rested her head against Olivia's shoulder, looking at her beautiful, full breasts, with their perfect cocoa nipples, all within tasting distance of the blonde's mouth. She fingered the furthest one and ran her tongue along and around the closer one, earning a moan from the detective.
Olivia smiled and whispered, "But the physicality…now that's…" she tried, fatigue compelling her not to talk, "the sex ain't bad, either…just one more way you just get me, Al…" Olivia's speech faded as exhaustion took over.
Alex lifted her body up slightly to look at Olivia's closed eyes, her mouth parted, slow panting breaths being emitted. "I love you, Babe…" she kissed the brunette, "…I will get you and you will get me until the day I no longer take breath." She kissed her soft moist lips again, tongue caressing her own. "Goodnight, Olivia…"
"Goodnight, Al…forty-nine days…"
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The snooty high school debutant party! Basically, neither will take any shit and the SASS will come out! No one reason for it not to!