A/N at the end…
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The ladies had decided that, given the emotional ending at The Artful Bachelorette, they needed a small break and they needed to put their canvases somewhere safe instead of carting them around in taxis all night. They also needed to refresh their make-up before going to the strip club—Olivia especially—so they took a cab back to the penthouse.
Alex hadn't expected such an emotional response from the brunette, especially given both of their tipsy states. The blonde had expected more joking, perhaps comments about Alex and her horniness coming from the other women. But when the attorney saw the look on Olivia's face when the brunette first saw the drawing against her chest, her heart melted to see how happy she had made her fiancé.
She had only drawn what she felt, what came to her, who and what she loved the most.
Just like Olivia knew her so very well, she also knew the brunette, their connection so deep on so many levels. They had become closer than she had ever been with anyone in her entire life. No one else had ever touched her soul like the brunette detective.
"Babe?" a soft knock was heard on the partially-opened bathroom door. "Everything OK?" Olivia asked softly, pushing the door slightly. The other women were using the guest restroom and lounging on the sofa and talking for a few minutes before they left once again.
Alex smiled, blinking slowly, when she saw the brunette's face, tanned skin glowing, slight mascara marks underneath her eyes. "Yeah…"
"That drawing, Al…" Olivia shook her head as her eyes filled with tears once again and she covered her mouth with her hand.
Alex finished and stood, pulling her panties up and flushing before stepping out and taking the brunette in her arms, cupping the back of her head, fingers running through soft, wavy locks. Olivia gripped Alex's back, squeezing tightly.
"Oh, Alex…" Olivia breathed, the two swaying. "I love you so much, Baby…"
Alex smiled against the brunette's ear, whispering, "I wish we could stay here and send everyone home…your favorite horse is waiting…"
Olivia moaned, pulling away and clutching the blonde's hips. She looked down in between them. Alex brought her thumb to Olivia's cheek and then moved it upward to wipe a hint of eyeliner and mascara that had strayed from where it should be.
"I'm a mess…" Olivia smiled, squeezing the blonde's hips firmly.
"You're my beautiful disaster…" Alex smiled.
Casey's voice called from the living room, "You two coming or do we need to leave?" then an eruption of laughter and whoops and ows.
"If you two are busy, we can see ourselves out…" Melinda called out.
Olivia looked at Alex, smirking.
"I would love to tell them to leave, Babe…" Alex pressed her lips to the silky, firm flesh of her neck. Her kisses traveled upward to her jaw line, planting kisses along it before reaching her mouth and tonguing her softly. "But, I can be a patient girl…we have the rest of our lives and I want to watch you dance some more…then we'll come back and I'll…" the blonde leaned in to Olivia's ear, whispering, "…fuck you senseless…"
Alex pressed her open mouth to the detective again, her tongue probing.
Olivia moaned into the kiss, her hands traveling around to Alex's backside, a heated lengthy kiss before the brunette pulled away slowly. "We're coming…" Olivia tried, turning her face to the side to call out to the women in the living room. "Just a little while, Babe…then back home…" Olivia kissed the blonde softly, once again.
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When the women walked into Manhattan Male at midnight, a table was reserved for them right next to the stage. It was a full house, every table filled with women, a couple of tables filled with predominantly men. No one was performing at present, but I Hate Myself for Loving You by Joan Jett was playing loudly on the sound system.
Olivia and Melinda started dancing and singing, arms up, as they made their way to the table. When they got to the table, the two women continued to dance and sing, Casey and Kathy joining in, hands fisted into imaginary microphones.
Alex smiled at the women and Casey reached down, pulling Alex up to join them, taking her hand and urging her to shake it with them.
Alex began swaying her hips left and right to the music and then started gyrating, her eyes on Olivia. Olivia looked at the attorney, rolling her own hips, and urged her on, placing her hands on the blonde's hips and beginning to dance with her fiancé. Before Alex knew it, Olivia's hips were pressed to hers, the detective's hands on her backside, asses and legs moving together to the beat, dancing as one. Alex's hands went to Olivia's hair, pulling slightly backwards as the brunette tilted her head back and closed her eyes, smiling. The other women cheered and whooped.
The song ended and Alex hesitantly let go of Olivia, but not before Olivia took Alex in a hug and then kissed her gently and smiled.
"Shit…that was hot," Casey commented, taking a sip of the water that the bare-chested, bow-tied waiter had just set down.
They gave their drink orders, Alex and Olivia both deciding they would get one more drink and just sip it while there. They wanted to be able to be lucid and have fun when they got home, without the other passing out.
It's Raining Men, the Geri Halliwell rendition, began to play on the speakers, as four men began parading out, all nationalities—black, Asian, white, and Latin. They were accomplished, moving like professional dancers, their choreography synced perfectly. Alex looked at Olivia, an open-mouthed smile on her face as she watched them, mesmerized. Almost like a Broadway show, the men moved in synchronized steps, making eye contact with various women in the audience. The Latin dancer stood in front of the ladies' table, looking over the women as he proceeded to thrust and gyrate, hands all over his slick-oiled chest. Casey and Melinda were up, dancing below him, arms in the air, looking at him and smiling.
He looked at Olivia, who sat close to Alex, her hand on the blonde's lap, their fingers intertwined. Alex looked at Olivia, whose eyes were on the studly dancer in front of them, a smile on her face. The dancer motioned for Olivia to stand with the two other ladies. Olivia shook her head and smiled, turning to Alex, who smiled back. Olivia squeezed the blonde's hand tighter and then looked back at Emilio, the name Alex had given him in her mind.
The song changed to Pour Some Sugar on Me and the male dancer stepped down into the audience, the other male dancers stepping into their own sections. He walked up to the table, gyrating and dancing with Melinda and Casey, who were more than willing to run their hands all over his baby-oiled body. He moved to Olivia and held his hand out. She shook her head, smiling.
Not getting any give from Olivia, he started dancing in front of her with his hands behind his head, elbows bent, his g-string flopping inches from her face.
Alex leaned into Olivia's ear, half-yelling, "That's so sexy," she said with no inflection in her voice…just loud.
Olivia looked at Alex and Alex shook her head, smirking. Olivia started laughing. She leaned into Alex and said over the music, "This is for you, Baby…" She took the dancer's hand that he had extended once again, and stood. She turned around and faced Alex as the dancer came up behind her, pressing himself to her ass, both continuing to grind in a circular motion to the music, the brunette's hands in the air as Emilio's hands traveled all over her hips, ribcage, waist. Olivia's eyes remained fixed on the blonde as she danced. The male dancer's hands then settled on Olivia's stomach as he remained pressed to her, his motions becoming more intense, a euphoric expression on his face, his mouth opened against Olivia's ear.
Alex couldn't help it, watching Olivia exude such a sexual aura and the blonde's current state of inebriation, verging on the cusp of incitement from watching the brunette all evening, she felt a pull between her legs and her eyes glazing over.
Within moments, the blonde was so turned on she stood and joined Olivia, pressing her form to the brunette's and grabbing her hips. Her hands went to the detective's jaw, looking at her lips intently before returning her gaze to her chocolate orbs, then rested her hands on the brunette's lower hips, moving to the rhythm with Olivia and Emilio.
She leaned in to Olivia's ear—the same ear the dancer's mouth was next to. She looked at Emilio and put her mouth next to his ear as the three continued to move to the music, "This one is mine…and you'll never find out what she can do…"
Alex pulled away and saw Olivia smiling. Emilio moved away from Olivia and continued dancing with Kathy, Melinda and Casey, his eyes lingering on Alex briefly before turning his eyes to the three ladies in front of him.
Alex and Olivia continued to dance, Alex seeing the lust in Olivia's eyes.
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Alex was flushed and Olivia knew that look. Alex was so turned on she was ready to burst. Olivia leaned into the attorney, "Wanna get out of here?"
Alex simply nodded quickly, her mouth parted and focusing on the brunette's mouth. Olivia took the blonde's hand as Paradise City began to play, the men returning to the stage for another choreographed performance, and the brunette stepped up to Casey, the other women having sat back down to watch the dancers.
"Case…?" Olivia questioned. Casey looked up, "Hey, Liv…" she said sloppily, her hand going to the brunette's cheek. She was obviously feeling no pain. Olivia watched her eyes as they tried to adjust to the detective's face. Casey was smashed.
Olivia smiled and turned to Alex, shaking her head. The brunette then mouthed the words, She's gone. Olivia turned back to Casey, Kathy and Melinda now in the conversation, "I think we're ready to go…" Olivia winked, smiling.
Melinda smiled and Kathy said, "Ohhhh…"
Casey began trying to pinch Olivia's waist, "You two…" she jabbed her knuckles into the brunette's side, Olivia trying to stop the redhead's hands, "…want to go home and get it on, right?"
Olivia looked at Alex, "Yeah…basically, Casey…besides…" Olivia added, looking at her phone screen, "…it's almost two…"
"Don't use the time excuse…" Casey began, struggling to stand, "use the horny excuse…" She grabbed on to Melinda and Olivia at the same time, each woman on either side, holding one of her elbows.
"No excuse involved, Case…" Olivia began, "…in all honesty, it's almost two and I want to get home and make love to my fiancé before we both fall asleep," Olivia admitted.
Casey's face showed drunken appreciation, a wavering that's so sweet expression, her lower lip protruding. She sudden looked confused. "Is there an earthquake?" She looked around scanning the floor, "Earthquake in New York…" she giggled.
Olivia smiled at Alex as the blonde grabbed both she and Olivia's evening bags and then took Casey and Melinda's as well. "No, Honey…that's the alcohol…hold on to me, Case…"
They made their way through the club and out into the night. Luckily, there was a line of cabs waiting on the curb, the cabbies obviously were used to this particular locale at this particular time to rely on fares.
Olivia opened the back door of a cab for Casey, Melinda, Alex, and herself, and Kathy opened the front door and got in.
Casey started to get in, ass first, and then fell backwards, just lying there, staring at the ceiling of the cab.
The cabbie said, "No throwing up," in a thick accent. "If you throw up, to double the fare."
"It's the taxi nazi," Alex kidded.
Casey finally got her legs in and Melinda got in next, nudging the drunk redhead to move over, then Olivia, then Alex on her lap.
"Not to be on the laps!" the cabbie said firmly. "For everyone to have a seat!"
"For everyone to have—?" Casey tried. "What does that even mean?"
Olivia started with the giggles as Alex slipped off her lap and the back seat was suddenly filled with pressed bodies, hips against hips—an extremely tight squeeze.
Kathy told the cab driver the address and he pulled into traffic.
"I'm smushed…" Casey complained.
Melinda piped in, "I'm fine…I've got two soft asses to buffer me…" she smirked, looking ahead.
"I've got one half of that soft ass…" Alex sighed and rested her head against Olivia's shoulder, the brunette wrapping her arm around the blonde, creating a little more room in the back.
"Not to have the hanky panky," the cabbie scolded, glaring at Olivia and Alex in his rear-view.
Olivia's body started shaking as Alex started mumbling about the cab driver and how he should be appreciative of the distance of the fare and the fact that there were five fine women in his car and he should be so lucky if they made out, etc. that he could sell it and quit his day job and she just went on and on…Olivia continuing to laugh.
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Twenty minutes later, a contented lull had fallen over the group as they approached the penthouse. Olivia was rather surprised that Alex hadn't been friskier in the car. Perhaps it was out of respect for Olivia and their company, perhaps the cab driver intimidated her…perhaps she was just serene, resting up for their impending event…but now they were home—the place they had both wanted to be all night.
They exited the cab, Olivia reaching in for Casey and she and Melinda helping her out. They decided to keep the same cab, however unfriendly he was, they knew it would be difficult to find another at this time of night.
Elliot was there to pick Kathy up as they pulled up to the curb, Kathy having texted him as they left the strip club to tell him they were on their way back to Alex and Olivia's. Kathleen was babysitting Eli and Kathy didn't want to impose on the lovebirds by staying the night, or so she had said.
Olivia and Alex insisted that it wouldn't be an imposition, the brunette silently wishing and hoping and praying that none of the ladies would stay the night.
Her wish had come true. Thank God because she was about to turn it out with Alex.
The ladies said their goodbyes, hugs included, the cabbie waiting for them to wrap it up.
"Oh, the canvases…" Olivia declared.
"We can get them another time…" Kathy chimed in. "It's late…you two are tired," she winked.
Elliot offered, "I can get them. Where are they?"
"Yeah, Elliot can get them…" Kathy agreed.
"They're leaning in front of the fireplace," Alex said. "They each have our names on the backs…just get Kathy's, Melinda's, and Casey's…"
"No problem…" he said.
Alex handed him her keys and he jogged inside the doors.
The women finished saying good-byes, Alex and Olivia thanking the girls for the eventful night out.
The cabbie honked at them.
Alex leaned over to look at him, arms folded. "Isn't your meter still running?" Alex questioned.
Olivia could tell her blonde fiancé was about to rip into the cab driver. Olivia smiled and gently grabbed the attorney's hips from behind, beginning to attempt to pull her backward as the blonde continued speaking. "There is no reason to rush us out of here, Sir. You will be getting paid for waiting. In fact…to make it worth your time…" Alex reached into her clutch and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. Olivia let go of her hips and the blonde walked up to the cabbie and handed him the bill through the window. "Now, if you could so kindly simmer down now…and stop honking. We will be finished momentarily." She walked back to the group, smirking.
"You told him, Babe…" Olivia brought her face into the blonde's and hovered within centimeters, looking at her plush, pink mouth. God, she couldn't wait to be alone.
Elliot came back out, three canvases in hand, breathing heavily. He looked at Alex and Olivia, the two women now side by side, arms around each other, staring back at him.
"These are…interesting…" he commented, smirking and handing them to the ladies to whom they belonged.
"Shut up, Elliot," Melinda grabbed her canvas.
They said their final goodbyes and Melinda and Casey returned to the cab and it drove off. Elliot and Kathy got into their car, Elliot's blue eyes on Olivia and Alex almost as though scrutinizing, as he pulled away from the curb, Kathy waving good-bye.
"Well…" Olivia began, turning towards Alex and resting her forearms on the blonde's shoulders. "Alone at last…" Olivia leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the blonde's lips, delicate and full of love.
Alex's breath was shaky against Olivia's ear as their mouths separated and they held each other. "I feel like I've waited an eternity tonight…turned on, turned off, turned on…I want to feel you, Liv…all over me…taste you…touch you…" Alex whispered.
A longing shot to Olivia's core, her lower lips pulsing with desire. Olivia pulled away and the two interlocked hands, walking into the lobby of the penthouse.
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"I want to hear you scream…" Alex said gruffly against Olivia's ear, taking her hips firmly from behind as Olivia removed her earrings at the dresser. Olivia smiled, Alex's hands going to her ass, the blonde squatting down to lift the brunette's dress and begin biting her backside, teeth on bare skin, teeth on lacy material, her mouth all over Olivia's tanned silkiness. Alex stood and unzipped Olivia's dress and pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor. Olivia kicked it aside, before the blonde continued to bite the brunette's ass, her hands traveling to the front and firmly holding her breasts, thumbing her nipples.
Olivia clutched the dresser in front of her, closing her eyes as the blonde pulled the brunette's thong down and then continued to bite, kiss, suck, and tongue her now bare backside.
"Jesus, Alex…" Olivia whispered, feeling a surge of wetness. Alex stood, her fingers lightly moving in between the detective's legs, fingering Olivia's wet folds from behind, stroking softly, stimulating her as she now kissed her neck. Olivia opened her eyes and they looked at each other in the mirror, Olivia seeing her own moist face full of need, Alex's cheeks flushed, her mouth parted, continuing to stroke the brunette.
"I want to fuck you and make you come so hard, Liv…"
Olivia moaned, closing her eyes from the sensations of Alex's fingers still working on her lips. "From behind, Baby…" Olivia managed, eyes still closed. "Right now…"
Alex left a panting Olivia bent over the dresser, the brunette holding her forehead in her hands, her body humming with need. "I am so turned on right now, Al…I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my life…she lifted her head and looked to her right at Alex getting the toy from the bottom drawer of the nightstand. "Take your clothes off, Babe…I want to see that beautiful body…"
Alex smiled and set the toy on the dresser next to Olivia as she pulled her dress over her head, panties and bra removed gracefully and swiftly, stepped into the straps and skillfully attached Black Stallion before returning to stand behind the brunette. Olivia turned her face and kissed the attorney firmly before, tongues probing, as the detective felt the firmness against her lower back. She felt Alex grab her hips and the blonde moved Olivia's hair aside to kiss the back of her neck softly before Olivia felt the tip against her swollen lips.
"Please…" Olivia whimpered. "I want to come so badly, Babe…"
Olivia opened her eyes and looked at a smiling Alex in the mirror. Olivia smiled slightly as well before Alex let the tip enter her, a little at first and pulling out, Olivia watching her own face change from sweet simplicity to a pleasurable euphoria. Alex began thrusting-a slow steady motion.
"Uhhhh….Alex," the detective whispered, closing her eyes again. "Fuck me…" Olivia moaned, leaning all the way over now, her legs shaking with yearning.
She felt Alex's hands running over her ass, the appendage moving in and out, deeper every time, until it filled her completely, hitting the spot that would soon have her coming. Every time Alex thrust and hit the spot, her body would shudder uncontrollably, a warm, tingling sensation filling her core, building. Olivia stopped breathing momentarily, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm, this would be a big one—long and intense. Her body prepared for the release.
She tried to speak, but the words came out garbled, "Al…my…you…uh…it…uh…" then a few quick pants. "Right there baby, right there, Alex…" Olivia reached back with her left hand to Alex's hand on her hip and her right hand to the blonde's ass, her cheek pressed to the wood grain of the dresser. "Fu—" she squealed, "Fuuck…" a high-pitched voice came from the brunette. "Alex—" she squealed, the blonde thrusting forcefully now. "I'm—" Olivia squealed and then yelled out, her body spasming, jolting uncontrollably, letting the intensity wash over her as Alex continued slowly thrusting, Olivia's body contracting, moving and jumping on it's own accord, a warmth filling her entire being. After what was the longest orgasm she had ever had, Olivia went flaccid on the dresser, feeling her breathing begin to slow, mouth open, panting, her eyes closed. "Fuck…that was…"
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Alex leaned over and kissed the brunette's cheek as she recovered. Olivia gasped, "Alex…I'm not…please, Baby…Oh, God…" she squealed, as though in pain.
Alex knew that voice, that pleading voice that told her that she wasn't finished yet. Alex loved it when Olivia came in succession—loved the utter carnality and vulnerability of it.
"My clit, Al…" Alex looked at Olivia in the mirror, elbows propped on the dresser, eyes closed, her face twisted in agony, primed for another surrender. "Please…" she whispered. "I wanted to make you come next…but…I can't…I don't think my legs will hold me for another one, Baby…"
Alex wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist, urging her to stand. Olivia opened her eyes, her lips puffy and parted, breathing erratic, her forehead and upper lip perspiring. Her pupils were larger than Alex had ever seen them before—her eyes pools of black voracity.
Olivia wanted her clit stimulated and Alex wanted to draw out another long orgasm from the brunette. The blonde held out her hand and pulled Olivia toward the perfectly made bed. Olivia sat, legs apart as Alex stepped in between them, the brunette's hands going to her backside and clenching it. The look on Olivia's face was such a turn on as she gripped the blonde's hips and waited patiently, trying a smile but failing miserably from her impending need.
"I'm right there again, Alex…" She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. "Just…right there…"
Alex pushed her backwards, Hillary jumping off of the bed and running from the room.
"Sorry, Hill…" Alex began, removing her glasses and setting them next to her as Olivia slid her back onto the pillows and Alex climbed in between them, spreading her legs further and settling in between her thighs. "Mama's gotta come," Alex smirked before planting her opened mouth and lips on Olivia's clit, encircling her whole lower lips and entire mons area, lapping up the juices from the brunette's recent incitement.
Olivia gasped as Alex's tongue began working overtime, flicking her clit, teasing her slit, stimulating her all over again, her nub still sensitive from her recent climax. Olivia's hands went to Alex's hair. Alex's mouth continued sucking, forming a barrier in between her moist mouth and the brunette's lips and clit.
Within seconds, Olivia came all over again, her knees rising, lightly squeezing the attorney's ears with her quivering thighs, the brunette's feet lifting off the mattress, a squeal of pleasure echoing throughout the bedroom.
She panted heavily, chest heaving, eyes closed as she recovered, squeezing her own breast with her left hand. Alex lifted herself and lay on top of Olivia, pleasuring her free breast with her mouth until the brunette was ready to speak.
Alex rested her chin on Olivia's ribs, below her breasts, the brunette's breathing gradually slowing.
Olivia opened her eyes after a few moments and looked down at the attorney and smiled, closing her eyes again. "Sorry I hijacked your time, Babe…my body couldn't wait…"
Alex finally spoke, her voice raspy, "And now?"
"And now…I'm a happy camper…there's not one fiber in my being that isn't completely satisfied…" She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, Alex feeling her heartbeat slowing against her chin. "I wish I could put that feeling in a bottle or pill…we'd be millionaires."
"Oh…but it wouldn't be as much fun to achieve," Alex smiled.
Olivia opened her eyes surely this time and propped herself up on her elbows. She looked at the blonde with concern, pondering something before smiling, "It is fun, isn't it?"
"Absolutely…" Alex lifted herself up and placed her head next to Olivia's on her pillow. "Better than yoga?"
Olivia laughed, "Leaps and bounds better…" she sighed and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Babe…"
Alex lay there, her lower lips waiting for Olivia's touch but the detective had just said goodnight. But the blonde wouldn't let this go. "You're serious, Olivia?"
Olivia snickered, "God, I know when you're not about to take any shit when you say my full name…" Olivia started laughing uncontrollably.
"Oh, no…" Alex declared, annoyance in her voice.
"You're so funny, Al…do you think I'd really get off two times and then roll over and go to sleep? I'm not some insensitive man, you know…"
"You are so not a man, Baby…so…get over here and do your job…" Alex kidded.
"Yes, ma'am…" Olivia retorted, smiling and moving her way on top of the blonde. Olivia placed her open mouth on Alex's neck and began speaking in between kisses. "So…what does my baby want…mouth…hand…toy?"
Alex's voice was filled with a desire she had never heard come out of her own mouth, "All of it…" She looked at Olivia. "I want it all, Liv…for the rest of our lives I want it all.
Olivia smiled, mocha orbs looking deeply into Alex's soul, "Then all of it, is what you'll get, Baby…"
Olivia made love to Alex, the blonde climaxing more than a couple times, as Olivia did all the things she liked, using toys, using their bodies, absolute pleasure felt by Alex.
They began to drift into sleep while laying in each other's arms and Hillary returned after they had gotten settled, the women's breathing evening out.
"There she is…" Olivia's voice was spent, her mouth too tired to form full, annunciated words but she tried to welcome their fur baby back to the bed. "It wasn't forever, Hill…your mama's are back…"
The women fell asleep peacefully, both content to be able to express themselves so completely and satisfy each other so fully.
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Alex awoke as the light was just creeping in through the sheer bedroom curtains. Her bladder was screaming to be released as she moved the covers aside and stood, eyes still closed, and began walking toward the bathroom, stubbing her toe on the bench in front of the bed, "Fu—ck!" she whispered before hobbling on to the toilet.
She finished her business and stood, wiping and flushing, before moving to wash her hands and putting one pump of hand cream on, as she always did. Rubbing her hands together, barely awake, she looked at Olivia's side of the bed and saw that it was empty. She grabbed her robe from the bench, noticing Olivia's gone, and slipped it through her arms, crossing the lapels, and tying the belt. She walked to the bedroom door and then began walking cautiously down the hallway, a small glow coming from the living area.
The blonde entered the living area and saw Olivia sitting on the sofa with the box of rose flavored Turkish Delight candy Casey had brought over as a hostess gift—along with a bouquet of large orange, purple, and yellow flower arrangement. The brunette sat with the lidded box on top of her knees, her knees against her chest. She stared ahead at something, eyes glazed over, continuing to take bites from the soft candy. Alex's eyes went to what she was looking at—the painting the blonde made of her.
"Babe?" Alex asked softly, not wanting to startle the brunette.
Olivia looked up and smiled, holding out her hand. Alex came around the sofa and took it, sitting against Olivia, the blonde's knees in the detective's lap, and putting her head on the brunette's shoulder as she reached in a took a piece of the cubed candy. She bit into the soft, firm gelatin texture.
"It's five in the morning and a Sunday…what're you doing up?"
Olivia finally spoke, "I had to use the restroom and then my sweet tooth hit when I remembered these candies…I also wanted to look at your wonderful drawing. I dreamt about it…"
"Oh, yeah?" Alex questioned, taking another piece.
"Yeah…I had a dream that some famous curator saw it and wanted to put it in Le Louvre in Paris and I told him he couldn't have it…that he would have to kill me for it…"
"I'll bet it would have gone for millions, if not billions…"
Olivia looked at Alex, her expression fervent. "I would never give this painting up, Al…ever…I want it hanging in our room at the old folks home, right above our bed and I want to tell everyone that was me, back in the day…" Olivia, chewing another piece, kissed the blonde tenderly.
Alex smiled, taking another piece. "I love you, Liv…"
"And I, you, Baby…forever…" Olivia pressed her lips to the blonde once again. "Let's go back to bed, Babe…I'm gonna get sick…"
Alex laughed, "Time to stop, then…"
The women put the lid back on the candy, placed it on the coffee table, and returned to the bedroom, brushing their teeth, and getting some much needed rest after their night of love, lust, and anticipation of their wedding—thirty-four days away.
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