A/N –This one is looooong. And I dunno, I keep coming up with a few more ideas for wrapping up this fic, so I don't know how many more chapters there are going to be. A couple more, just to be vague. Hope you enjoy. It's alternately fluffy and smutty. Whoops. You have been thoroughly warned.
"Look who's here," Olivia said, nudging Alex on the arm as the turned the corner, skirting around bustling flyers rushing to their gates or to the baggage claim. Alex scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face and then she saw him. His face looked a little more haggard than usual, and his already thinning hairline might have receded an inch more. But other than that, it was the same old Elliot, grinning widely at them and looking absolutely thrilled to see them. It was nice to have a welcome like that.
Olivia got to him first as they left the security barrier and stepped into his arm. He was as burly and strong as ever, and it was rare that Olivia allowed herself to show that kind of physical contact with anyone. To be the tough female detective, it was best to rarely show emotion or vulnerability.
"Where the hell have they been keeping you?" Elliot asked, squeezing his partner tightly. They let go after a moment and smiled at each other, and then Elliot looked over at Alex, his smiled never faltering as he moved towards her, enveloping the blonde in a hug as forceful and sincere as Olivia's.
"Too damn far away, that's where," Olivia said, beaming at Elliot as he stepped back from Alex, allowing himself an appraising look at the couple.
"Something's different about you two," Elliot said slowly, his eyes moving back and forth between them. And then the light blue orbs lit up. "I know! You two figured it all out, didn't you?"
Olivia stared at him, eyebrows raised without saying anything and then looked over at Alex. The blonde was also staring at Elliot, mouth open. Letting out a light laugh, Olivia shook her head disbelievingly. "That took you all of ten seconds."
"I'm pretty damn good, aren't I?" His shit-eating grin was too much. Alex rolled her eyes.
"Too good. And too big for your own britches, apparently," Alex said, making Elliot laugh loudly as he turned and walked towards the airport's outside door. They walked with him to the baggage claim where he offered to carry Alex's checked bag. Olivia shook her head and nodded her head to his shoulder.
"I don't think so," Olivia said. "Kathy will really have something to say to me if I let you strain yourself over a stupid little bag."
"Suit yourself," he said, leaving the bag for the stubborn detective and walking with Alex towards the car. Olivia rolled her eyes, glad that the same old Elliot was here waiting for her.
….
"So I was thinking," Elliot started, rubbing his hand along his close-cropped hair. "Since it's the weekend and everything, I thought it would be fun to have a little get-together tomorrow night. A little. . . welcome home celebration."
Olivia was bending over to set the suitcase down near Alex's bedroom. And she looked up as Elliot finished speaking, making brief eye contact with the blonde. Alex shrugged, gave her an encouraging smile and set to work again on straightening up her kitchen.
"That sounds good, Elliot."
"You two feel up to it?" He looked worried, thinking that they would say no and rather spend more time alone. But two solid weeks without seeing anyone they knew on a first-name basis aside from Gabrielle was a bit much.
"Of course we do," Alex said as she stacked up a few plates with a clanking sound in the sink. "I haven't seen anybody but Liv here and all kinds of federal marshals in the past three weeks."
"I'm not enough for you?" Olivia asked, her tone playfully indignant. Alex shrugged her shoulders, glancing over at Elliot, who was dutifully looking elsewhere.
"Anyway," Elliot interrupted, not wanting the situation to grow awkward with him around. "I'm glad you said yes because I already invited Munch and Fin. And your mother."
"You did?" Alex asked, taken aback by the statement as she turned off the water quickly to cross the kitchen and listen to Elliot more fully. He nodded.
"She'll be in town tomorrow, actually. Your Uncle Bill is driving down with her if you want to go see her."
"She's out of protection too?"
Elliot nodded again. "Yep. They had her up in Baltimore."
"Baltimore?" Alex asked, eyes wide. It was one thing for her mother to be semi-alone in upstate New York, but quite another thing for her to be completely by herself in a different state.
"And she knows I'm alive?"
His eyes lit up as he smiled. "Sure does. As soon as the trial was over, we called her and told her. Thought she passed out on the phone."
"God, my poor mother. I can't wait to see her." Her throat constricted in that way that almost crying tends to do as she pictured her mother by herself in a house that was not her own, crying tears of happiness and relief that her daughter was alive and well, and had been hiding all along in witness protection.
"So where is this party going to be?" Olivia asked. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, smiling at Alex.
Elliot shrugged, taking notice of the puppy dog look the detective seemed to constantly wear for the blonde. "I was thinking at my house, up in Queens. Didn't know if you'd feel like hosting. Would you rather have it here?"
Olivia smiled, looked around at the still-impeccable apartment and then back at Alex who was still busy cleaning what already looked perfectly acceptable. Spotless by her standards.
"You want to have it here, Alex?" Olivia asked. Alex looked up from wiping down the countertop and then glanced around.
"Sure," she said. "Why not? I haven't really christened the place with a good party anyway."
"You haven't?" Elliot asked disbelievingly. "And how long have you had this place now?"
Alex paused, looking up as she thought back. "I don't know, almost three years now I guess."
She shrugged, looking a little ashamed. "I haven't had much time for entertaining."
Olivia grinned at her. "I've never had a party at my place either, if it makes you feel any better."
It made Alex smile and then Elliot rubbed his hands together, moving towards the door.
"Me neither. If you don't count football games where I've invited some of the squad over. Anyway. I've gotta get to work. Liv, you need a ride back to your place?"
Olivia immediately glanced at Alex, who stared back at her, her eyes speaking volumes. They pled with Olivia: don't go. So she turned back to Elliot.
"I'll stay here tonight. But thanks, El."
He nodded, looking between them with a smile. "All right. See you two tomorrow then. Glad you lovebirds worked it all out."
"Shut up, El." Olivia muttered as he hurried to shut the door behind him before she could find something to throw his way.
"Thank you for staying with me tonight," Alex said, her voice low as she nuzzled her head into Olivia's neck. She could feel the brunette smile next to her cheek.
"You didn't think I'd leave you here alone, did you?"
Alex looked up at her. "I hope not. I hope you never leave me alone."
Olivia's eyes were dark, intense. "I don't plan to."
"Come on," Alex said, stepping back from the detective and taking her hand. They walked the short distance to Alex's room and into the bathroom, where Alex released Olivia and turned to twist the knobs above the bathtub, letting steaming water gush out into the bottom and slowly begin to fill it. She leaned over, feeling Olivia's eyes on her as she did so and squeezed a few drops of bubble bath into the water, letting its aroma mingle with the steam and begin to fill the bathroom.
"Bath time?" Olivia said jokingly. Alex nodded and around to face the detective, reaching to her shirt and pulling it in one fluid motion over her head. It hit the floor with a whisper as she moved forward and mirrored her action with Olivia's shirt. And after she had tossed it atop her own, Alex moved closer, pressing their bodies together against the sink.
Olivia moaned into a long neck as Alex's hands trailed along her back, reaching up to unclasp her bra and pulling gently on the straps as they slid free, revealing Olivia's chest to the bathroom's open air. Her nipples stiffened and stood firmly from the chill and Alex's hands wasted no time in reaching up to grasp them both, feeling their fullness and weight in both hands. Fingertips rolled gently over the nipples, pinching them more firmly and then Alex felt her belly and even lower flush with pleasure as wetness soaked through her underwear at the sound of Olivia's breath catching.
"God, Alex."
And Alex responded, her mouth moving down to open and close along Olivia's darker-skinned neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to her collar bone where she hesitated, contemplating going down farther before she went back up to the brunette's ear, taking the lobe between her teeth and biting down gently. Alex's tongue snaked its way out and around the detective's ear and she squirmed in pleasure at the onslaught, her own hands finding purchase on Alex's backside, pulling firmly so that their lower bodies were pressed tightly together.
"This should have happened that night you fixed up my hand," Olivia husked. Alex seemed to ignore her for a moment, continuing her ministrations before she eventually looked up, their eyes meeting in the ever-growing steamy light.
"One kiss wasn't enough for you?" Alex asked, playful written all over her face.
"Of course not. I wanted you that night."
"And then I said no," Alex said, her eyes looking down for the briefest of glances as she remembered that night before they trailed back up. Olivia nodded.
"You were worried about our jobs."
"Yes," Alex said. "But I'm not anymore."
Olivia's brows furrowed, her eyes questioning the blonde. "What about when we both go back to work?"
Alex shrugged, her expression revealing that she didn't much give a damn about that. "We'll figure something out. But Liv," she paused, reaching up to cup the brunette's face with her hands. "Almost dying several times does something to a person."
"I know," Olivia replied, smiling with the shared knowledge. "I feel the same way."
"I want to be a lawyer, a prosecutor, still. And I know you love your job. So we'll figure something out," she said again, smiling at Olivia. "But it doesn't matter, in the long run. As long as I have you, alive and breathing, nothing else matters."
Olivia grinned widely at her, pulling her forward for a searing kiss. After a moment of soul-searching and exploration within each other's mouths, they pulled apart. "Who knew you were so romantic?" Olivia joked and Alex smiled, arching one eyebrow.
"You do crazy things to me, Olivia Benson." And then Olivia moved quickly, pushing Alex back a step and got to work on removing all offending and hindering items of clothing, anything that kept her separate from the blonde's naked flesh for a minute longer.
A moment later they were both stripped, devoid of barriers and flush against one another. Alex kissed the plump lips before her once more, and then she turned and pulled Olivia into the tub, hissing quietly as they sat down together in the piping hot water. Alex sat with her back against the porcelain and Olivia reclined against her, leaning her head back against the blonde's shoulder, relaxing her plane-stiffened muscles.
"Mmm," Olivia said, running her hands along Alex's spread knees and down to her calves, squeezing gently and massaging away tension there in the muscles. And Alex repaid her in kind, wrapping her hands beneath the brunette's arms and reaching around to her breasts, continuing her earlier ministrations. Her hands found nipples already hard and straining against the bubbly water, and she rolled her fingers around them, teasing and pulling and Olivia pressed back against her in response.
Alex found a place for her mouth along the brunette's shoulder, kissing gently and then progressing into a soft bite. She increased the pressure until Olivia hissed, either from pain or pleasure she wasn't sure, and then soothed the area with her tongue. Her mouth moved along the detective's neck, up the column slowly and then to her ear where she whispered breathily. "I want to be inside you."
Olivia nodded, the only response she could manage at the moment, as her body was so ready and willing, the water be damned, she was still soaked with her own juices. And Alex's hands blazed a trail down Olivia's stomach, one immediately finding a swollen clit and the other going farther down, reaching in between the brunette's spread legs to work fingers into a ready entrance. Olivia thrust upwards into the blonde's hand, needing some sort of friction to ease her need, her burning craving for friction. And Alex gave her what she wanted, beginning a slow circular rhythm there as her other hand pressed its fingers in and up, curling back and almost pulling Olivia up out of the water.
"God," Olivia husked as the pressure in both places increased. Alex kept up her ministrations, thrusting in with her right hand, in and out, over and over. And her left hand was its own separate entity, driving Olivia to the edge with its circles. Olivia thrust up with her hips, pushing her own need and urging Alex on. "Don't stop."
And Alex didn't. She pressed harder, thrust in farther and placed her mouth again on Olivia's neck, leaving small bites all along it down to her shoulder and suddenly the brunette froze. Her walls closed in on Alex's fingers, squeezing tightly for a brief moment before they relaxed again and then gave gentle pulsating contractions. The muscles in her back and neck slowly constricted and then released their pressure as the detective came down from her high.
Finally, Olivia took in a deep breath, her fingers digging deep impressions into Alex's calves, and her entire body relaxed, leaning back against the blonde. Her head fell back against Alex's shoulder and she glanced over her shoulder at the blonde's smirking expression.
"You are incredible," Olivia breathed. Alex nodded arrogantly. "I know."
"And cocky," Olivia added, causing the blonde to grin. Her smile turned into a wide-eyed look of surprise when the brunette flipped over in the tub, sloshing a small wave of water out onto the tile. Her hands supported her weight on either side of Alex and she pressed her pelvic bone down in between Alex's spread legs, grinding hard.
"Shit," was the only thing Alex could think of to say. And it was a long and drawn out word, the type whose tone and origin is evident right away. Leaning in to nip along the blonde's skin, Olivia's hand snaked up and in between them, wasting no time in finding its destination. Fingers pressed up and in and Alex's head fell back against the tub's ledge, mouth open in ecstasy.
Again and again she thrust in, her palm making solid but gentle contact with Alex's clit as she pushed. It wasn't long before Alex was gripping her forearm with one hand, the other hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing for all she was worth. Her eyes were locked onto Olivia's as she drew closer, and finally she thrust up against the hand and came. As her body convulsed slightly, her eyes shut reflexively and Olivia continued pushing gently, helping Alex to come back down.
When Alex relinquished her vice-like grip on the detective's wrist, she sighed, relaxing her body back against the tub. "Mmmm," her moan originated from deep in her chest. "I can't move my arms, Liv. You've rendered me useless."
"Oh really?" Olivia asked, a playful grin teasing the corners of her mouth. "So who's the incredible one now?"
Alex sighed again, allowing her arms to flop onto the sides of the tub. "I'm not sure. I'll let you know after you've washed my hair."
Narrowing her eyes at the now laughing blonde, Olivia sent a wave of bubbles and soapy water her way.
The next morning was Saturday. The body heat next to her was warm, almost too warm. Olivia sat up gingerly, leaned onto one elbow and peered over the blonde's shoulder. She had taken the big spoon position in the night and the feel of Alex's body melded to her front was something she missed about them being together. Seeming to sense Olivia's roused presence over her, Alex stirred, cracking one eye open and squinted at the brunette.
"Are you watching me?" Alex asked, her voice raspy from sleep. Olivia leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Yes. You're beautiful."
"You're sweet. Were you going to make coffee?"
Olivia grinned, kissing her once more and then rolled off the bed, setting her feet firmly on the ground. "For you? Yes."
…...
Onions and mushrooms released mouthwatering aromas as the vegetables hit the pan, and Olivia sniffed appreciatively, shaking it around a bit with a spatula. She shifted on her bare feet, the tile in Alex's kitchen cold and hard. The beaten eggs sizzled and bubbled up when she poured them into the mix. Turning down the heat and folding it gently over after she'd sprinkled a bit of cheese on top, she slid it out onto the plate, its matching copy sat steaming and enticing next to it.
A slow shuffle reached her ears and Olivia turned her head, glancing back to the sound and saw Alex walking forward, her toothbrush in mouth and still sleepy-eyed. "Hungry?" Olivia asked as Alex drew closer, stepping up to the brunette and hugging her from behind, resting her head on Olivia's shoulder to watch while she worked.
"Yes. I need energy after last night." And Olivia gave a low chuckle, turning her head to catch Alex on the cheek, a brief kiss.
"I'm sorry I kept you up."
Alex shook her head and released the brunette, allowing her to take the plates over to the table. "I'm not complaining," Alex said, leaning over to spit out her toothpaste and she ran her brush through the water and set it down next to the sink.
"Good," Olivia gave a half-smirk. "Because if I have the choice between sex like last night's and sleep, I don't plan on getting much rest for the duration of our lives."
Chuckling to herself, Alex poured them each a mug of coffee, fixing Olivia's the way she liked it and then she sat down next to the brunette at the table. They ate their omelets slowly, appreciating the flavors and the simple joy of eating within a familiar place. It was still unreal to be there at all, sitting and eating, after everything that had happened the past few weeks.
"This is really good, Liv." Alex commented as she swallowed her next to last bite, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. "But orange juice tastes weird after having just brushed my teeth."
Olivia nodded and smiled. "Thanks. Glad you like it. And I guess I could have warned you that I wanted to make breakfast before you brushed."
"It's better than my pancakes, I can tell you that much."
The brunette let out a laugh, her eyes sparkling at the memory of the failed breakfast that led to a definite success for them relationship-wise. "Where did you get all this food, though? I haven't had anything in my fridge since before I was shot."
Olivia cringed slightly at the blasé tone Alex used to describe that particular event, but she let it go, not wanting to bring up what had been the worst night of her life. "You had some pretty rotten stuff in there, so I threw all that out and ran down to your corner grocery store."
Alex opened her mouth in an "Ah" shape and scraped up the rest of her omelet, placed it neatly into her mouth and chewed slowly. "Thanks for that. And for the coffee too."
Smiling as she sipped from her own mug, Olivia shrugged. "Can't function without it, can we?"
"Doesn't look like it."
There was a minute or so of silence, in which Olivia was still eating and Alex was enjoying her coffee, and then Olivia changed the subject.
"So, you're going to see your mother?"
Alex nodded, glancing down at her watch. "Yes. Elliot said she was staying at the Ritz-Carlton. I'll catch a cab over there and surprise her before she ventures out for the day."
"Okay. I guess I'll go over to my apartment and see what kind of wreck it is. Maybe shop for some food and drinks for tonight?"
Alex nodded and stood up, gathering up both their plates and glasses and took them over to the sink. She flipped on the water and rinsed them out, placing them neatly into the dishwasher.
"What are we having?" Alex asked, sounding eager already for more of Olivia's cooking.
"I figured we could just do appetizers or something easy. And wine, of course."
Alex nodded in agreement. "And beer?"
"Yes, that too," said Olivia. Pushing off the counter, Alex strode purposefully over to Olivia and kissed her on top of her head once, and then paused before leaning farther down to kiss her again on the cheek. Olivia turned her head and met Alex halfway, their lips brushed together softly and Alex's hand wandered onto the brunette's shoulder and lower still until Olivia moaned lightly into their joined lips.
"I'll never see my mother again, at this rate," Alex said with a smile as she pulled away. Olivia smiled too, and then scratched her head as Alex retreated to the bedroom. That very easily could have been the case. But they had been lucky, both of them, not to have been killed.
"You'd better get dressed then," Olivia said, standing up and following the blonde. She stopped suddenly in the doorway and Olivia almost ran into her.
"Liv," she said suddenly, her expression serious. "Are you going to bring clothes from your place over here?"
Tilting her head and shrugging innocently at the blonde, Olivia reached down and held both her hands. "Is that what you want?"
Alex nodded, eyes solemn. "It doesn't have to be a move-in type of thing. But just for now, please stay with me?"
"Okay," Olivia said. It was an easy decision. They were better sleeping together. "I'd love to."
Smiling and releasing their joined hands with a squeeze, Alex turned around again, a satisfied woman on a mission. "Good."
Wallet twenty dollars lighter from a discreet tip to a reluctant front desk clerk, Alex was on her way. Stepping out into the hall, Alex felt a strange sense of anxiety about seeing her mother. Nervous because she feared the unknown, Alex was unsure how her mother would react to the hopefully happy news that she and Olivia were back together. But more than that, she was overwhelmingly excited to be mere feet away from the person she'd missed the most while in Colorado.
She swallowed her unease and rapped three times on the door, and after a moment's pause in which Alex saw the peephole darken, the door swung open. In a rush, and before she got even the briefest of looks at her mother, Alex was enveloped in a crushing hug. For around fifteen solid seconds, Alex couldn't breathe, and she could feel Virginia sobbing quietly though their hug.
"My baby," Virginia murmured into Alex's shoulder. She seemed shorter than Alex remembered and finally the older woman relented, slackening her hold slightly on her daughter. They stepped back from one another and Alex got a good look at her. Virginia kept a solid grip on her arms, unwilling to let her go so quickly. Her face was more lined and the furrow between her brows had deepened significantly. She must have been incredibly stressed over the short period she thought her daughter was dead.
"I've missed you," Alex said simply and it was the truest thing she'd ever said to her mother. Virginia was still crying silently, tears dripping from her face. "I've missed you too, dear," Virginia said, reaching up to wipe the moisture from her eyes. "I think I must have been on a roller coaster this past week."
"I'm sure you were. I heard Elliot called you?"
She nodded. "He did. It was the strangest thing. I sat there in bed, not my bed mind you, in Baltimore of all places. I hadn't been out of that bed in two days. I was so upset, Alexandra, it was the worst thing I'd ever been through, even worse than your father." And here she had to wipe her eyes again, all those emotions resurfacing and wreaking havoc on the woman. Alex nodded, and led them inside the room, shutting the heavy door behind them.
"And out of the blue, Detective Stabler called and asked if I was sitting down," she gave a derisive laugh. "Like I said, I hadn't been out of bed in a while and I told him as much. He said 'good' and then he was telling me things that didn't make sense. You were actually alive and had been in witness protection like me all along and I just couldn't believe it.
"I couldn't believe it either," Alex said. "When I woke up in the hospital and they told me I was officially dead. It was surreal."
Virginia's face crumpled again. "My poor baby, Alexandra. You had to face all that by yourself. And you were shot! Does it still hurt?" her eyes went to Alex's shoulder and the younger woman shrugged.
"I still aches at night mainly, but most of the time it's not bad."
"That's good, dear."
"And mother," Alex started, finding the opportunity to segue into the next topic. "You know I wasn't alone the entire time, right?"
Virginia sat down at the small table, motioning for Alex to sit across from her. "That's what Detective Stabler said. How is Olivia?"
The mention of the detectives' name so casually and without a trace of hesitation or distaste caught Alex off guard. "She's uh . . . she's fine. Wonderful, actually."
"I'm glad to hear that, darling. She was so upset, understandably, when we got the news that you had been . . ." she paused, shaking her head at her inability to finish the sentence. "And was still incredibly supportive and comforting."
Alex's eyes grew wide. She hadn't thought about the possible meeting between her mother and Olivia, and then realized that the only person Virginia knew in Alex's workplace was Olivia, and that it made sense for them, strange as it was, to find comfort in one another. They had probably sat next to each other at the funeral. That thought made Alex's heart hurt, imagining both of them dressed in black in the front row of a church she had never attended, crying over her eulogy and empty casket.
"Yes. Olivia's good at that sort of thing. Comforting and consoling, I mean."
Virginia's head moved in agreement, voicing Alex's thoughts. "Your funeral was particularly difficult."
The younger woman swallowed. It must have been. Having to bury your only child was something no mother should have to experience. She swallowed again and steadied herself to break the news to her mother, although the woman had only positive things to say about Olivia so far.
"Mother, there's something I have to tell you about me and Olivia."
Virginia watched her, eyes locked onto Alex's. Her expression gave nothing away, but Alex could sense, somehow, that she already knew what was coming.
"We're together now. We've finally gotten over everything that's happened in the past and have decided to give it another try."
The older woman was quiet for a moment and Alex began to panic, the same old nervousness overtaking her and reminding her of those bumpy teenage years. And then finally, Virginia spoke. That deepened furrow between her brows conveyed her interest and concern with Alex's answer.
"Are you happy? With Olivia, I mean. Does she make you happy?"
Alex nodded, a relieved smile breaking out on her face. "She does. Happier than I've ever been."
"As happy as your father made me?" And Alex smiled sadly at the thought of him, making sure Virginia had everything she wanted or needed and always had a kind word for her. She nodded again.
"Yes," she said simply.
Virginia clasped her hands together and took in a breath. "That's settled then. I'm happy for you. Now when will I get grandchildren?"
Her voice caught in her throat, almost choking her at this question. It certainly had not been what she expected, and she burst out in laughter. Her mother stared at her quizzically, wondering what she'd said that was so funny.
"That was a big jump, mother. We just got together. And you want grandchildren already?"
The older woman shrugged, a gesture that was unlike her. "You are my only child. And what else am I going to do with my retirement aside from spoil your children rotten? I will ruin them completely."
Her smile was contagious and Alex laughed again, indulging her mother for a moment.
"I'll talk to Olivia about it. We'll see what she says."
A key turned in the lock and Olivia started. She reached immediately for her gun on the counter and held it at her side, clenching it tightly as she waited for whoever it was to come inside. A blonde head poked its way in and she relaxed, realizing that it was only Alex. But one could never be too careful. Alex's eyes trailed down to the detective's gun as she stepped inside and shut the door behind her.
"Expecting someone else?" Alex asked with a raised eyebrow, placing her keys and bag on the side table near the door. Olivia shook her head, placing her gun back onto the counter, back and out of the way.
"Only being careful," Olivia murmured, stepping back to the pot on the stove. Alex sniffed appreciatively.
"It smells heavenly," Alex said, walking over to Olivia and pressing a quick kiss to her lips, tasting something spicy and delicious on them. "What are you making?"
Olivia gave the mix a stir. "White chicken chili. And cornbread."
Alex gave a groan, leaning over the pot and smelling it deeply. "That sounds so good. I can't wait."
"You want to try it?"
Alex nodded, and Olivia picked up a spoon, dipping it into the pot and bringing out a spoonful for the blonde. She blew on it and held it up to Alex, who opened her mouth and allowed Olivia to place it in her mouth. It was hot, but not terribly so, and Alex waved her hand around a bit, trying to get it to cool off before she could chew and swallow. But when she did so, she closed her eyes, savoring the flavors.
"Delicious."
"Thanks."
Olivia set the heat to low and turned to Alex. "There are drinks in the fridge. Want to sit on the couch?"
Alex nodded and moved to the refrigerator, pulling out two beers, handed one to Olivia and led her to the couch, where they both sat down side by side. Olivia gave a sigh and turned to the blonde, flipping the cap off her beer and sitting back.
"So . . ." Olivia started, taking a quick drink. "How's your mom?"
Alex smiled, the light reaching her eyes. "She's doing well. She was surprised, of course, but happy. And I was happy to see her."
"Good," Olivia said. "And she's coming later?"
Nodding, Alex took a drink. "Yes. It'll be good for her to be in a social setting again. That'll be good for us too."
The brunette smiled and shrugged. "I didn't mind being alone with you."
Alex reached over and pinched her thigh gently. "Me neither," and she paused before adding on.
"I told her about us."
Olivia took in a breath, eyes wide as she watched Alex's face. "How did that go?"
Shrugging, Alex smiled. "Surprisingly well. It seems you had a positive effect on her."
"You know me," Olivia flipped her short hair dramatically. "Always the charmer."
"You really are, though," Alex insisted. "She's happy for us. Oh, and by the way, you'll never guess who called me as I was leaving the hotel."
"Should I start guessing now or are you going to just tell me?" Olivia asked with a grin.
"I'll just tell you. Abbie Carmichael, believe it or not."
Alex's expression was neutral, like it didn't mean a thing to her, but Olivia couldn't help remembering the intense feelings of jealousy at seeing the lanky Texan's hands all over Alex after her graduation. Granted, she and Abbie had worked out their differences when they worked together a few years back at SVU, but that didn't change the past, now that Alex was back in her life.
"What did she have to say?" Olivia asked, trying to keep her expression as impartial as her companion's. Alex shrugged.
"She told me about how she heard everything on the news, was torn up about it, me being shot and all. And that she went to Zapata's trial, her boss was prosecuting him actually. She said she talked to Elliot about us and he said to give me a call, that you and I were okay."
"Wow," Olivia said simply. "So you invited her tonight?"
Alex stared at her. "Yes, I did."
"Okay."
"Just okay?"
"Yes. It's fine with me. Abbie and I are friends."
Frowning, Alex took another drink from her beer. "Really?"
Olivia nodded. "We worked together before you became our permanent ADA, before she went to work for the feds."
"That's good. So you don't care that she's coming over?"
Olivia shook her head, ignoring the unease that accompanied thinking about Abbie being here in Alex's apartment. She put on a brave face. "You're mine now. Nobody else's."
And the grin that overtook Alex's face was a bright one. "I am. You're right."
As they sat in silence, each occupied with their own thoughts, Olivia's traveled back to their conversations in Colorado. They had talked about why things hadn't worked out with their past flames, and both Leigh and Abbie were discussed thoroughly. They had discussed Olivia's previous relationships and what had gone wrong. Leigh and her partying, downhill spiral and controlling nature. And Alex explained what happened with Abbie, that she felt horrible about leading the woman on when they didn't share the same feelings. That Abbie was in love with her even though she knew Alex still had feelings for Olivia.
But Olivia smiled as she thought back to the cases she had worked with Abbie her first years at SVU. The Texan was hard-headed and staunchly conservative, sure, but she was hilarious and fun. She was passionate about what she did. And hearing Alex describe how bad she felt about having to end things with Abbie made Olivia less hostile to the thought of Alex and Abbie speaking again. Olivia decided inwardly to make up her mind about Abbie when the time came, when the lanky brunette was actually standing here and interacting with them both.
"So, what time is everyone supposed to get here?" Alex asked, her eyes finding Olivia's face, watching it as her thoughts tumbled around in her mind.
Olivia looked down at her watch. "Pretty soon now. Maybe thirty minutes or so."
Alex sat up, looking around the apartment. "Should I clean something?"
A hand reached out to grasp her arm, to pull her back down to the couch. "No. Just sit here and relax with me. Your apartment is flawless as usual."
"As usual? How many times have you been here?" Alex joked, eyebrow raised. Olivia shrugged her shoulders.
"You're usually flawless. So, I'd just be guessing here, but I'll go ahead and say that your apartment is rarely messy."
With a grin, Alex nudged Olivia with an elbow. "You'd be guessing correctly then."
Olivia watched her for a moment and then moved quickly, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to Alex's. She responded immediately, opening her mouth and allowing Olivia entrance.
"Plenty of time before anyone gets here," Olivia murmured, her mouth moving down to Alex's throat, one of her lips' favorite places to be.
"Mmm, yes." Alex agreed, setting her beer down on the coffee table and doing the same with Olivia's. She pulled the detective to her, lying back on the couch, and Olivia followed, moving up the blonde's body to latch her lips again to Alex's neck, sucking briefly there.
And then a knock sounded on the door, loud and unwelcome. Olivia jumped slightly at the intrusion and then composed herself, throwing her leg over the side of the couch and standing up. She reached out a hand to Alex, to pull her up as well.
"Don't you hate when people are early to things like this?" Olivia asked and smiled at the disappointed look on the blonde's face. Now that they were both hot and bothered, they would have to cool down in order to entertain their guests. They walked together to the front door, fixing their mussed hair and Alex peeked through the peephole and reached for the door handle.
"It's Elliot and Kathy," she said as she pulled the door open and stood to the side. The couple stepped into the apartment, and right away, Kathy pulled Olivia towards her for a hug.
"Olivia," she breathed, her eyes meeting Alex's over the brunette's shoulder for a brief moment and she smiled warmly. "I'm so glad you're okay."
"Me too," Olivia said, her eyes fleeting over to her partner's shoulder. "It's good to see you. Sorry about your husband's shoulder."
"It better be the last and only time that happens," Kathy scolded, but Olivia knew she was being good-natured about it. Her husband was alive and that was all that mattered.
They pulled away from each other and Olivia moved back. "Kathy, this is Alex."
Kathy extended her hand and Alex shook it. "Nice to finally meet you," Alex said.
"Likewise," Kathy agreed. "I've heard a lot about the infamous Alex Cabot from my husband."
"Is that a good or a bad thing?" Alex joked, although she knew the answer. Bad at first, surely, and then probably better as they all got to know each other.
"Definitely good," Kathy assured her, a smile washing over her face. Her head turned to her husband who was watching the three of them with a grin. "Although, having one more attractive woman working with my husband gave me a few moments of worry."
"Who? Us?" Olivia gestured back and forth between Alex and herself. And then she pointed at Elliot. "This guy is the most loyal man I've ever met. And besides, he's not really our type."
Kathy and Elliot laughed and followed them to the kitchen. "That's what I've heard," and then she jerked her head up, giving Olivia an apologetic look. "I hope that's okay. Elliot told me about you two, but I won't tell anyone if you aren't ready to spread the news."
Olivia shook her head, reaching out for Alex's hand. She squeezed the blonde's fingers lightly, giving her a reassuring glance. "I don't care who knows."
Alex smiled, giving Olivia's hand a squeeze of her own. After everything they'd been through, it didn't matter now what people thought about them. "Neither do I."
Elliot took in a deep breath, and then paused as he smelled the air in the apartment. "Something smells really fantastic."
"Olivia made chili," Alex said. The close-cropped head turned quickly in Olivia's direction. "You can cook?"
His voice was indignant, and Olivia shrugged, nodding with a hint of embarrassment.
"That's something somebody should know about their partner, don't you think?"
Olivia rolled her eyes and moved to the fridge, pulling out a beer each for the couple. "Like I would cook for you."
Kathy laughed and pulled Elliot away from the stove, as he was hovering around the chili like a starved animal. "I rarely even cook for him. No idea what he's so upset about."
Several minutes later, the door sounded again with a knock and Alex went to answer it, leaving Olivia in the kitchen with Kathy and Elliot.
Alex pulled the door open and was immediately rushed in a bone crushing hug, similar to her mother's earlier that day. A main of long, dark hair assaulted her vision and she breathed in the familiarly nostalgic scent of Abbie Carmichael. Fin and Munch were standing behind her, grinning like mad. They all stepped into the apartment as Abbie released her hold on Alex, holding her at arm's length and looking into her face.
"Well, I'll be damned," Abbie said, her voice as gravelly and deep as ever.
"Abbie," Alex breathed, finding her voice after a moment. "Hi."
Beaming at her, dark eyes flashing, Abbie let go of the blonde and stepped out of the way as both detectives got their turn giving the blonde a hug. Their kind words and sincere hellos warmed her heart and reminded her how big her family really was. Abbie followed the two detectives towards the kitchen. Alex walked with her.
"So how've you been?" she asked. Abbie grinned at her.
"Not too bad. Not as bad as you from what I've heard. Comin' back from the dead has got to be exhausting, right?"
Alex nodded and paused at the entrance to the kitchen. Olivia looked up from her drink, although Alex knew she'd been watching the whole thing intently, and made eye contact with the dark-haired attorney.
"Hey, Abbie. Long time no see." Abbie smiled over at her, sending an additional wave to Elliot, who was still salivating over the chili he hadn't been allowed to eat yet. He waved back and smiled, reaching into the fridge and grabbed cold drinks for the newcomers, popping the tops off and handing them around.
"I hear ya. You been kicking ass as usual Benson? And this chili! Hot damn, you shoulda been a Texan!"
Olivia shrugged and grinned at her. Despite her past with Alex, it was difficult to dislike the brash woman. "It's easy to make. And from what I hear, kicking ass is what you've been doing. You helped put Zapata and Velez away?"
Abbie put the bottle to her lips and took a large gulp. "Not really. It was the boss who was in charge of all that important stuff. I was just there as the 'supporting cast', or so they said. Anyway. It was fun to see those bastards go away for all that shit."
"I'll agree with that," Elliot said. "You should have seen the look on Velez's face when Zapata was up there testifying against him. I sure hope they go to different prisons. They'd kill each other for sure."
"You had to testify against Zapata didn't you?" Alex asked, face eager for any all information she could get about the trial, as torn up as she was to have missed it. Elliot nodded.
"Yep. Seeing as I was the only one not in witness protection who witnessed both shootings."
"Both shootings?" A voice from behind them garnered their attention. "Mother!" Alex exclaimed, wondering how the woman had slipped in without any of their knowledge. Mothers had their ways, she supposed. Alex stood up and grabbed her mom's hand, pulling her to the kitchen and introduced her to Kathy and Munch and Fin, unsure if she'd met the two detectives already. She already knew Elliot and Abbie, whom she nodded to and Olivia stood up as well, stepping towards Virginia and into a welcoming hug.
It was a bizarre thing, to be here in her apartment with one former and one current lover and to have one of them now hugging her mother. Especially after the history they had together with dislike and threatening behavior. But Olivia and Virginia no longer seemed to have any bad blood between them, as Olivia dished out a bowlful of chili first for Alex's mother and showed her the cornbread. Everyone else soon followed and Alex could only stand back and watch, amazed at the transformations that had taken place. All because she had almost died. Or had died.
When they all had food and were seated comfortably again around the kitchen, conversation steered back towards the case, although Alex would have preferred not to expose her mom to all the horrible things that must have transpired throughout the trial. But there didn't seem to be anything she could do about that. Her mother seemed equally as interested in everything that had happened as she was.
"You were saying something about two separate shootings?" Virginia said, and Elliot nodded, glancing quickly at Alex, whose face was carefully arranged in neutrality.
"Right. There was Alex's of course, and then Zapata heard from a leak apparently that she was still alive. He also heard about Alex's connection to Liv here and wanted to go ahead and tie up any and all loose ends."
"I still can't believe that one of the feds was the leak," Abbie said, mouth full of chili. She was shaking her head.
Munch smiled his typical conspiratorial smile. "I can. It's typical for the government. You never know when those federal despots are going to turn on you."
"Hey man, watch it," Abbie threatened, pointing her spoon fiercely at him, but her lips held traces of a playful smile.
"Who was it, exactly?" Alex asked, wanting more information.
"Federal marshal by the name of Lenny Nash. He was old college buddies with Trevor Langan," Fin said, his voice drawing out slightly the defense attorney's last name.
"Langan. Poor bastard," Abbie commented. "Couldn't stand that guy, but he didn't deserve to die. At least not by Zapata's hands."
Virginia sat silently, taking it all in. Alex watched her expressions and reactions carefully.
"So anyway," Elliot went on, he had just managed to swallow a bit of cornbread as he began speaking and Kathy punched him on his uninjured arm, hoping for some semblance of manners from her barbaric husband. "Ouch. Sorry. So anyway, Zapata used this leak and some knowledge that Langan had been taking under-the-table money from drug dealers to hide their cash against him to blackmail the poor guy into letting Zapata stay at Langan's apartment."
"I bet more of those guys do that kinda stuff than we think. Under the table stuff, I mean. They're just smart enough not to get caught," Fin said, his tone respectful but his expression one of disgust for people having anything to do with the drug world.
"Probably so," Elliot said. "And then we got wind of this when Langan felt guilty and contacted Liv, saying he thought Alex might be in danger. So we went over to Langan's place to try and catch Zapata, but it was too late. Zapata had just shot him and then he shot me as he was fleeing the scene. We think he was planning on visiting Olivia's apartment before we got in the middle of things."
"And Langan was able to give the leak information because he knew about . . ." but Abbie paused, realizing she had said something too much and that maybe not everyone in the room knew about Alex and Olivia's relationship. "Umm. . . Nash's other connections," She stumbled over her recovery, and Olivia smiled, reaching over for Alex's hand. It would be the second time they would come out tonight. And the third, sort of, for Alex seeing as how she had told her mother about their relationship earlier that day.
"It's okay, Abbie," Alex reassured her. She spoke confidently to everyone in the room, although a blush crept slightly up her chest and neck. "Just so everyone's clear, although we weren't together when all this was happening here in New York, despite everyone seeming to think so, Olivia and I are now a couple."
Munch and Fin simultaneously turned and gave each other a high five, with quiet murmurings that sounded suspiciously like, 'I knew it' and 'I told you so'. Virginia smiled warmly, and looked back and forth between them. From what she had said earlier, if Alex was happy, her mother was happy.
"Right. Congratulations ladies. Back to the story. So yes, because Langan knew or thought he knew about Alex and Liv, they were both in danger because Zapata and Velez wanted them dead. There were also threats to your life, Virginia," Elliot nodded to the older woman. "And that's why they had to move you again."
"So the man who leaked all this information also knew where I was staying?" Virginia asked.
Elliot shrugged. "He did at first. But when the feds moved you again, they kept it airtight and there was no way any outside sources other than your specific handlers could know where you were. Or where these two were."
"Where were they keepin' you anyway?" Fin asked, head turned towards Alex and Olivia.
"Colorado," Olivia answered, and she brushed her hand through her hair lightly. "I think I've still got snow and ice in my hair, too."
"It's a damn shame you had to miss the trial, Alex. It was wild," Abbie grinned, and Alex noticed that the gleaming, predatorily lustful look she used to have in her eyes was no longer there.
"I wanted to be there," Alex said, brows furrowed. "But apparently it's frowned upon to be present for your attempted murderer's trial when he still might have the means to kill you."
They all laughed and Virginia shook her head, still not ready to make jokes about the situation. "How long was their sentence?"
Abbie's eyes went wide and she pursed her lips comically. "Don't you worry, Mrs. Cabot. Your daughter is safe from those guys now. They both got life in prison. Zapata would have been facing the death penalty, had he not flipped on Lenny Nash and Velez. I personally would have liked to see him fry."
"Lucky him," Munch commented. "An entire life full of hot meals, unlimited weight lifting and recreational time, and maybe even access to a television every now and then."
"Like I said," Abbie said cynically. "He should've fried."
Conversation flowed easily and they continued drinking and finishing their meal. It was nice to catch up with everyone, to see what Fin and Munch had been up to in the weeks of her absence and to find out about Abbie's job with the U.S. Attorney's office. Elliot and Kathy had plenty of hilarious stories about their kids' antics and hell-raising. It was funny, even with a strict parent like Elliot, some of the things his older girls managed to get into.
"So Cragen's babysitting the house?" Olivia asked, looking between her partner and Munch and Fin. They all nodded, and then a look passed between the three men that was not missed by Alex.
"What?" she asked and they immediately looked guilty.
"Nothing," Elliot said quickly, but Kathy nudged him. "Tell them."
"Tell us what?" Olivia asked. And Elliot took a deep breath, but his two companions were stoically silent.
"Sorry Alex, but after you were 'murdered'," he made air quotes. "We needed a new ADA to take the case loads after about a week where ADAs from different departments were covering your absence."
"They did a shitty-ass job. I promise," Fin added. Alex gave him a half smile.
"So you got a new one?" Olivia asked. It would be strange, after having worked with Alex for a while now, to get used to someone else. Elliot nodded.
"Name's Casey Novak. Real spitfire."
"Like me?" Alex asked, wondering what it was they had said about her when she first started working for the 1-6. Names like Ice Queen and The Bitch had floated around quite frequently. So spitfire, in comparison wasn't too bad.
"Nah, not really like you."
"Yeah," Munch added. "Different kind of spitfire."
"There are different kinds?" Alex was perplexed.
"Sure," Elliot stuck his lip out. "There are blonde ones like you, icy and cold and will rip your heart and soul out in the courtroom without thinking twice."
"And this other ADA?"
"Oh, she's a redhead. Still rips your heart and soul out. But with red hair."
Alex almost spit her sip of beer out, laughing at Elliot's explanation along with everyone in the room.
"Elliot, you're ridiculous," Olivia said, lips wide in a smile.
"But you've missed me."
"Yes, I have. I've missed all of you."
"Me too," Alex added quietly and looked around at them. Although she'd only just met Kathy, she felt as if she'd known the woman forever. And Munch and Fin and Abbie, all major players in her life and people Alex knew missed her while she was gone. While she was sad to hear about being replaced at SVU, at that moment she couldn't help but feel warm and at-home with all these people surrounding them in her home. In what she hoped would soon be hers and Olivia's home.
"Come on now," Abbie broke the mood. "Let's not get all sappy. Let's have us another beer!"
The guys cheered and all the females aside from Abbie rolled their eyes in unison.
Later that night, everyone was gone and the door was locked and the dishes were in the sink. Alex had already started filling it with hot water and soap, ready to clean them all at once, but Olivia had other ideas. She came up behind the blonde, wrapped her hands around her waist and whispered things in her ear. Olivia's mouth trailed down to her neck and Alex let the bowl drop from her hands into the water, the splash it made against her shirt was ignored.
They stumbled their way into the bedroom, switching off lights as they went and tossing away impeding clothing articles. By the time they made it to Alex's bed, they were stark naked and Olivia pushed the blonde up onto the bed and held out a finger, asking her to wait a moment. Alex didn't want to wait, she tried pulling Olivia back down on top of her, but was denied with a firm push of the detective's hand.
"I have something to show you. Wait a second, would you?"
Alex grunted and crossed her arms comically on the bed, unhappy to be told no. But she waited and Olivia bent down out of sight, rummaging around at the foot of the bed, the sound of a paper bag crumpling up and a plastic covering being ripped apart reached Alex's ears.
"I went shopping earlier. And not just for groceries." She held it out in her hands like an offering to Alex and the blonde stared at it. It was big. Not absurdly big by any means, but certainly bigger than any of the boys she'd ever been with. And slightly thicker and longer than the one Karen had used. And this one was shiny and black, with a nice leather harness, and Alex couldn't take her eyes off of it.
"Liv. Whoa. I wasn't expecting this." Her voice held traces of surprise. The detective faltered, her expression falling to one of disappointment and she started to put the thing back in the paper bag. Alex didn't want her to think she'd failed in any way, it wasn't that at all. She was simply surprised.
"Wait," Alex said quickly, crawling across the bed and sitting up on her knees to face the brunette. "Put it on."
Brown eyes were trained on Alex's face and she looked down at the dildo and put her hand out to it, grasping it and Olivia's hand at the same time. "I want you to put it on, Liv. Please?"
Olivia shrugged, still unsure that Alex really wanted this, and then bent down to pull the straps up her legs, tightening them with the buckles around her hips and when she stood up to her full height, it protruded obscenely from her groin. Alex was slightly startled to feel her mouth watering in tandem with a collection of dampness between her thighs. She was already turned on from their previous activities and the sight of her detective with this new toy was simply irresistible. Reaching out and grasping it around the base, Alex pulled gently and Olivia was forced to move towards her. Alex walked backwards on her knees to the middle of the bed and the brunette followed, being led by this new toy.
Both on their knees in the middle of the bed, Alex moved forward, pressing herself against the brunette and allowing the toy to stand up between them. Breasts touching, Alex ran her hands over Olivia's body, from her upper back down to her ass, grasping it and pulling Olivia even closer. Their mouths met sloppily, hungrily, and their tongues danced and teased until Alex could stand it no longer. She pushed the brunette towards the bed and Olivia complied, lying down on her back and Alex moved to straddle her. Soaked now and aching for this penetration, Alex's hands supported her weight as she lowered her entrance onto the toy.
She gasped as it stretched her walls initially, relishing in the pleasurable, almost painful feeling. Olivia stayed still, her eyes glued down to the sight of the dildo disappearing inch by inch into the blonde's body. Alex sank onto it, wanting it to fill her, wanting it to bottom out inside and after another inch, it finally did, touching her cervix and her eyes opened wide at the feeling. Olivia took in the blonde's expression and reached up to her.
"You okay?" she asked, not wanting to hurt Alex. She nodded, mouth still open, still trying to get used to the feeling of this thing inside her.
"I wanted to take the whole thing," she said quietly, her breath coming in pants and her legs trembled as they held up her body weight.
"It's pretty big," Olivia commented, remaining still. Even her hands had halted their movements directly below the blonde's breasts, feeling instead the solid muscle and bone of her ribs and abdominals.
"Yes, it is. Liv, can you do something for me?" Her eyes closed briefly as she moved an inch, and her hips seemed to involuntarily roll forward. The brunette nodded, eager to please.
"I need to you fuck me now, and put your hands on me while you do it."
Eyes widening at the blonde's candor, Olivia stared at her for a moment, wondering if she was serious, and also wondering how she could be. If Alex was so still and careful in this position, unable to push the toy any farther inside, how could she want Olivia do begin thrusting.
"Liv, don't think. Just do it. Please."
Mouth forming the shape of an 'okay', Olivia did as she was asked, moving her hips up just a fraction. Alex's breath caught in her throat and her head fell forward onto her chest. Olivia could just make out the sound of a faint 'yes' from the blonde's mouth.
If that's the way she wants it. Fine with me, Olivia thought.
Her hands moved up, cupping the breasts and squeezing firmly. Moving to the nipples, rolling over them and grasping them between fingertips, Olivia increased her pressure gently and slowly until she was practically pulling on them. At the moment Alex raised her head up, hissing at the pain invoked at her breasts, Olivia thrust upwards. Hard.
In one motion, she had filled the blonde completely, even farther than the toy had previously gone. Alex's body arched up, back bending and mouth opening wide, a silent scream never quite leaving her lungs. Olivia continued to pull on the hardened nubs, and she dropped her hips back down to the bed, leaving Alex straddling above her again, the toy threatening to slip free from inside. But it stayed where it was and Olivia shoved it home again, thrusting hard with her hips and slamming into Alex.
This time Alex let out a cry. Whether it was one of pain or pleasure, Olivia wasn't sure. But this was what Alex had said she wanted, so Olivia didn't let up. Her fingers stayed where they were and she changed her thrusts from hard and sporadic to firm and rhythmic, now filling the blonde over and over completely and feeling her wetness seep down around the toy and onto her thighs. Again and again she thrust up, and the blonde was looking into her eyes, face contorting in pleasure.
"Fuck, Liv. Yes," Alex whispered, her voice strangled and husky. A few more well-placed thrusts later, something changed in Alex, it was as if a dam had broken or a caged animal had been released. She sank down suddenly on the toy, her fingers grasping any and all of Olivia's flesh she could get her hands on and then she began to roll her hips. Meeting Olivia's now slightly relaxed movements with her own, the toy penetrated her more fully and her clit received the attention it had been so desperately seeking.
"This is why I wanted to take it all," Alex managed to say as she rolled her hips again, more forcefully now, grinding her pelvic bone hard against Olivia's. The movement shifted the toy and its strap on Olivia's body, providing her with a new stimulation and she let out a groan. She was soaked from watching the blonde fall to pieces above her and now she was getting close to coming from this new friction.
"Alex, this feels incredible," Olivia said, still holding eye contact with the blonde as she moved.
"You have no idea," Alex said and her voice broke at the end, and her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. A cry escaped and her body took over, fingers grasping desperately into Olivia's skin, and it would most certainly leave a mark. Her muscles spasmed and her body shook, and Alex thrust once more onto the toy before she froze, eyes squeezing shut as she came.
It was too much for Olivia, watching Alex come and trying to stay still while it happened. Her own orgasm knocked desperately and she couldn't resist it any longer. Her hands went to Alex's hips and she thrust upwards again, once, twice. And the third time she slammed it home, Alex's eyes had shot back open and she was falling over the edge again. Olivia was already there, fingers digging into Alex's skin as she trembled and rode out the waves. Her muscles clenched and released by themselves, inadvertently pressing the toy up into Alex again, making the blonde gasp and shake her head.
"No more. God. I can't," she whispered, and Olivia had recovered enough to respond. She sat up, Alex still impaled and craned her neck up, searching for the blonde's lips. Finding them warm and insistent, they kissed, both of them still feeling the aftershocks as they came back down.
"Mmm," Alex murmured as they slightly broke apart. "You are a natural."
"Of course I am. I'm good at almost everything." Olivia grinned and Alex rolled her eyes, raising her hands between them and pushing Olivia back down to the bed.
"Maybe so. We'll see." She rose up, wincing slightly at the emptiness and friction of the toy leaving her body and moved to the side of Olivia's body.
"What do you mean, we'll see?" Olivia asked curiously, recognizing the look on Alex's face as one of mischief. The blonde's fingers were already moving to the straps and buckles of the harness.
"Help me get this thing off of you and onto me, and I'll show you. It's my turn now."
Oh fuck, Olivia thought as she stared at the blonde before moving obediently.
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Around ten minutes later, they lay there together, chests heaving with exertion, sweat beading on both their bodies and Olivia turned her head to look at Alex. The detective had been thoroughly and fantastically fucked in a multitude of positions. Her favorite of those positions was with her legs up on Alex's shoulders, the blonde's hands on her hamstrings, allowing for deep penetration and for Alex to continue thrusting without tiring out quickly. She had come several times in quick succession and now, lying in the afterglow, couldn't be happier with her newest purchase.
"Where did you learn how to use this thing?" Olivia asked. Alex smiled at her, and then looked back up at the ceiling as her smile turned rueful and her expression showed regret.
"Remember Karen Fitzgerald?"
Olivia nodded, and her face mirrored the sadness over what had happened to the lawyer in Alex's expression. It was strange to talk about Karen, now that she was dead and had been through such a terrible ordeal.
"Of course I do. I couldn't believe what happened to her. It was horrible," And then she paused. The pieces fell together in her mind. "Wait, you were the one she was dating?"
"Yep."
"Wow," Olivia said slowly. "I propositioned her, you know."
"I know. She told me," and then Alex turned on her side, giving Olivia a playful smirk. "I thought blondes were more of your type."
Olivia shrugged. "You're the only blonde for me."
Alex rolled her eyes at the cheesy comment and continued. "Flattering."
"So why didn't things work out between you two? Same reason as you and Abbie?"
Alex thought for a moment, staring up at the ceiling past Olivia's head and then her eyes landed back on the detective's expectant face. "It was different, somehow. She was great. And fun. Really fun. But it was similar to Abbie in that she wasn't you. And then I saw you one day at the courthouse and I may have accidentally said your name instead of hers in bed that night."
"You're kidding."
"Not kidding," Alex said with a grimace.
"Damn."
"I know."
"So that was the end of that?" Alex nodded.
"Anyway, I'm flattered."
"You damn well should be."
Alex rolled over, away from the detective, and pulled the toy from her hips, tossing it to the floor with a clunk and then snuggled in close to the warmer woman.
"Oh and by the way," she started, speaking into Olivia's skin. "My mother asked me earlier when you and I would be having children."
"What?!" Olivia cried, and Alex couldn't suppress her laughter at her lover's reaction, burying her face into the sheet.
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