Disclaimer: The characters from SVU belong to Dick Wolf and the powers that be at NBC. The rest, belong to me.
The Presidential Suite at the Washington Hilton was spacious and grand, with panoramic views of the urban jungle that lay beyond the seven acres of land upon which the hotel stood. DuPont Circle was nearby, but the bustling traffic looked more like a procession of slow moving ants to Olivia as she pressed her forehead against the cool, one way glass. Hands slid across her back and settled around her waist as a blonde head appeared and rested on her right shoulder, Alex's smile reflected in the floor to ceiling window.
"Great view," Alex said, looking at the late afternoon skyline.
Olivia nodded absently as her eyes continued to watch the world passing silently by.
Alex kissed her cheek and stepped away, moving across the spacious lounge and heading into the bedroom. She unzipped her garment bag and began hanging her clothes in the walk in, mirrored closet before unzipping Olivia's, intent on doing the same with hers. Her hands stopped as she saw the first item of clothing in the protective bag.
Olivia's dress uniform looked powerful and commanding, even without the stoic figure in the next room wearing it. Alex had never seen Olivia in her uniform and hadn't expected it to affect her so deeply. She carefully traced the buttons on the jacket and the various medals pinned above the left breast pocket before hanging it carefully in the closet. She then lifted out the dress pants and hung them next to the jacket, followed by the black shirt. She looked in the bottom of the bag and saw the flat hat and black tie and carefully placed them on the top shelf.
She returned to the garment bag and lifted out a gray suit and several shirts, mostly black and hung them a respectable distance away from the uniform. She was about to unpack their hold alls when Olivia appeared and smiled at her.
"You didn't have to do that," she said, taking a seat at the nearby vanity.
Alex moved to the bed and began lifting various items of clothing from her bag, "I wanted to," she replied as she carried the bundle into the closet and segregated them neatly in various drawers.
Olivia watched her girlfriend move diligently back and forth until all the items were neatly tucked away. Alex even buffed the tops of Olivia's dress shoes with the sleeve of her sweater, receiving a questioning look from the brunette in the corner. She stored their bags in the bottom of the closet and moved back into the bedroom, closing the sliding door behind her.
"All done," Alex said, satisfied with her efforts.
Olivia stood up and eased towards her, stopping in front of the blonde and wrapping her arms around her, "Thank you," she said, kissing her gently.
Alex sank into the embrace and sighed, "You're very welcome," she replied.
Olivia tilted her head, "We need to talk about something," she said quietly.
Alex felt her heart stop as a thousand thoughts flew through her mind, "Okay," she answered, trying to keep her tone neutral.
Olivia smiled as she brought a hand up and stroked blonde hair lovingly, "This is too much," she said quietly, after a long, comfortably silent moment.
Alex frowned, "What do you mean?" she asked, uneasiness coloring her tone.
"The private helicopter ride to Washington, the car waiting for us at Dulles and this, the Presidential Suite at the Hilton," she replied, in a hushed tone.
Alex nodded her head, "I just wanted to take care of us," she answered shyly.
Olivia kissed her softly on the lips, "And you do," she whispered before rolling her eyes, "I don't even want to know how much this suite is costing you a night," she added smiling.
Alex beamed back at her, "If it keeps me with you and away from prying eyes, then it's the right price to pay," she declared.
"Should I even ask?"
Alex shook her head, "Probably best not to," she deadpanned, stealing a quick kiss as she pulled out of the embrace and headed towards the writing desk.
Olivia watched Alex curiously as she lifted a leaflet and hid it behind her back before sauntering back over to her, a mischievous twinkle in her cerulean eyes, "I thought we could take in the sights tomorrow," Alex suggested eagerly.
Olivia shrugged, "Sounds good, take our minds off the circus that starts in the morning…where ever you want to go is fine with me," she replied, wondering what Alex was up to.
Alex grinned, "Good, because this is the first place I want to go…I want to do some… research," she said cryptically, bringing her hand into view and holding the leaflet in front of Olivia's face.
Olivia groaned loudly as she read the front cover for the Smithsonian National Zoo, "Please tell me this has nothing to with fireflies or lightning bugs," she whined.
Alex snorted as she lowered the leaflet, "I'd be lying if I said no," she replied, laughing at the expression on Olivia's face.
Olivia sighed, "Just don't tell Abbie," she groused.
Alex shook her head and crossed her heart with a slender finger. She studied Olivia's face and smiled, "Wha are you thinking about?"
"You"
"Why?" Alex asked.
Olivia swallowed, "I can't imagine my life without you," she said softly.
Alex smiled, "Me neither," she answered, closing the gap between them and cupping Olivia's face gently between her hands, "We'll be home before we know it and Porter will be on Death Row," she said quietly.
Olivia nodded, "I hope so"
Alex bobbed her head, giving her a smile of reassurance and then remembered the garment bag, "Why have you brought your uniform?" Alex asked, lowering her hands and slipping them around Olivia's waist.
"Abbie's idea, she wants the relevant witnesses to wear their dress uniforms as a constant reminder to the jury that the testimony they'll be hearing, is from experienced and decorated law officials," she said.
Alex nodded in agreement, "Great strategy, also reminds Porter that it's not civilians on the stand…two years of law school, or not," she added.
"Yeah, I hope it still fits, I haven't worn it for a while"
Alex shifted her hands, pressing them against Olivia's taut frame before easing back and gazing into dark eyes, "Trust me, it's going to fit," she whispered, grinning knowingly.
Abbie sat in the study of the Brownstone she shared with her 'room mate' and read over her notes for the first day of Porter's trial. She checked her witness list and their order of appearance before placing her pen down on the cluttered surface. She lifted Porter's FBI file and opened the folder, skimming over the notes within.
Casey leaned against the door and folded her arms before gently clearing her throat.
Abbie looked up and smiled, removing her glasses, "Hey," she said warmly.
Casey pushed off the wooden frame and moved towards the large oak desk, not stopping until she was standing beside the oversized leather chair. Abbie reached out and pulled her into her lap, eliciting a startled yelp of surprise from the red headed woman.
"Dinner's ready," Casey said, looping an arm around Abbie for support as her other hand pushed dark, unruly locks away from her girlfriend's face.
Abbie smiled, her dimples deep and inviting, "Sorry, did you shout already?" she asked, realizing how engrossed she had been in her paperwork since they had arrived home a few hours ago.
Casey nodded, "It's okay, I know how much this trial means to you," she replied.
Abbie lifted a hand from Casey's hip and cupped the back of her head, drawing her in for a tender kiss. Casey returned the kiss and pulled back slightly, "Dinner's getting cold," she reminded her quietly.
"We could skip it and go straight for dessert," she rasped out in a throaty drawl as she leaned in for another kiss.
Casey's hand moved, holding Abbie at bay, "Nuh uh cowboy, opening arguments in the morning," she scolded lightly.
Abbie growled, "Please tell me you're joking," she said, furrowing her brow pensively.
"You're the one that likes to abstain the night before a new trial and I quote, 'Gets my juices going and puts the fire in my belly'," she mimicked in a deep Southern accent.
Abbie laughed at Casey's efforts and smiled, "This is different..besides…I know something else that gets my juices going," she said, waggling her dark brows suggestively.
Casey shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Yes, this is different…this one's personal and it doesn't get any more personal than Liv and Alex," she replied seriously.
Abbie sighed, "I'll nail him Case…I'll make sure he gets the needle for what he's done...I'll even stick him with it myself," she stated firmly.
The younger woman leaned forward and kissed her thoroughly before reluctantly pulling away, "I know you will…you're Hang 'em higher Carmichael," she said smiling as she released her hold and slid off her lap, "Come on…if you eat your dinner, I might let you have a little over the sweater action for dessert," she smirked, holding out her hand.