Rollin' Down the Street, on my Cell Phone, Sippin' on Iced Green Tea

(Laid back…with my mind on my neighbors and my neighbors on my mind…)

AAA

Alex shook her head and giggled, still chewing, and reached her right hand over to Olivia's and placed it on top of hers. She reached for her water with her left hand and took a sip, washing down the last bit of chicken from her meal.

Olivia smiled at her now and leaned back, intertwining her fingers with the blonde's. "What, Alex? It's not like this is out of the ordinary. I mean…I did used to have patrol beat when I was a measly officer…I had to do it all the time. The most boring thing in the world. I hated it."

"I only wish you could wear your uniform." Alex winked. "But, like I said…my wife cannot tell a lie…" Alex leaned in now, eyeing the brunette's full lips. "I knew you wouldn't be able to at that neighborhood meeting."

They were both casual that evening—Olivia in a pair of jeans and a black, V-neck sweater, her hair in a high ponytail, her beautiful face sans make-up, and Alex in a pair of white, slim-fit joggers and a red, long-sleeved T-shirt, thick, fluffy socks on her feet.

The detective leaned into Alex now, smiling. "No, I cannot…you know me well, Al."

Both ladies filled the gap and brought their lips together, kissing softly. Alex felt her wife's tongue flutter rapidly along her parted lips and the blonde pulled away to find her wife's body shaking with laughter.

"Jeez, Olivia…" Alex tried.

Olivia shook her head, lips tight, still chuckling.

"Someone's feeling very obnoxious tonight," Alex added, not able to hide her own grin. "What time will you be back?"

"Eight. Seven to eight is my time." Olivia stood and Alex did, as well. "I'm taking the beamer for inconspicuousness…"

Alex furrowed her brow.

"Better than the Rover. Vintage BMW screams humility…old, but not necessarily new, money..." Olivia smiled.

Alex nodded. "OK, Babe. Whatever you say. All I know is that…picturing my wife out there, protecting the neighborhood, makes me feel even safer. Theo and I will be fine." Alex leaned over the high chair and took Theo into her arms, their little boy wrapping his tiny limbs around her and smiling.

"Dah! Boh! Ma!" he chirped happily.

Alex brought her mouth to his temple and kissed his warm skin gently. "Yes, your Mama is gonna protect our neighborhood!" Alex cheered, grabbing his little fist and shaking it in the air.

"Bah!" Theo's little body jerked happily.

Olivia moved in now and leaned into both her wife and son. She kissed Theo's mouth and then looked at the blonde. "I've gotta go. I'll have my cell on." Olivia smiled.

"Expect a dirty text…" Alex winked. "Try not to eat too many donuts."

"Very funny…" Olivia sneered, narrowing her eyes, before she moved to grab her leather jacket from the top of one of the kitchen stools and slip it on. "Seriously, do you want any donuts? I can get some for tomorrow morning…"

Alex laughed. "No, Babe. Just you, back safe, in bed with me tonight," Alex smiled.

"That, I can do, Al. See you soon…"

Alex cradled the back of their boy's head in her palm, feeling the silkiness of his locks. "Peace out, Liv. Go protect."

OOO

Olivia turned left onto 76th Street and began slowly down the street. "Fallin' back on that ass, with a hellified gangsta lean…" she said softly as her eyes scoped the streets, in between townhouses, trying to gander anything out of the ordinary, "…old batch of collard greens…" Dr. Dre's Nothin' But a G Thang pumped through the speakers of the small vehicle. She took her travel mug from the cup holder and took a sip of her warm, green tea before placing it back in the holder, shaking her hips to the beat and pumping her shoulders.

Her cell phone pinged with a message now and she looked to the passenger side seat. Unknown Caller was on the screen with the option to slide.

She turned left onto 3rd Avenue and then pulled in front of Atlantic Grill and pulled into a parallel parking space. She slid her thumb over the screen and quickly typed in: Who is this?

She had already sent her wife a selfie from the car—one of her puckering, one a serious, cop shot with the street in the background—and her wife had, in turn, sent one of she and Theo, and one of herself in her robe, lapels parted enticingly, revealing the smooth ivory skin in between her breasts. Just enough to get her wife's heart racing.

Another message: What are you wearing?

Olivia narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brow. Maybe Alex's phone was glitching? Some sort of crossed signals on the cell towers? Maybe her caller ID wasn't working? For the sake of professionalism and on the chance that this wasn't actually her wife, she decided to keep it classy.

Olivia replied back: You know what I'm wearing. I just saw you.

The Unknown replied: Oh, yeah. Hot. Sexy. Rrrroooowwww! (Then a devil and a flame emoji).

Who the hell is this? Olivia wondered.

Her cell phone rang in her hands then, startling her slightly. She shifted back into gear and put her phone to her left ear, continuing up 3rd Street. "Benson-Cabot." Her tone was firm. Unyielding.

"Where are you?" a familiar male voice questioned. "Didn't you get my text?"

"Jonathan? Wh-what are you doing? Whose number is this?"

"Mine. I upgraded phones and had to get a new number. Casey got my old phone. Same number for me on hers, though."

"What? Jonathan you're making absolutely no sense."

"Hey, swing by and pick me up. I'm in front of your house on the corner."

Olivia continued on and turned left on 79th Street before spotting her brother-in-law up ahead at the corner, the streetlight casting a golden glow on his curly hair. He raised his hand, waved, and smiled, phone still to his ear.

She slowed and then stopped, watching as Jonathan jogged around the front of the car and then opened the passenger door, got in, and closed the door behind him. He immediately began putting his seat belt on.

"Evening, Detective. Where to? What're we doing tonight? Looking for drug deals? Locating dead bodies?" He turned to his left and looked into the backseat. "Do we have the K-9 unit here? Is anyone on our tail?" He stopped and listened to the music, smirking at the brunette, as Rollin' with my Homies by Coolio started to play.

Olivia shook her head. "Not a word about the music, Jonathan. No…nothing as glamorous as that, Jonathan. Neighborhood Crime Watch patrol here…" Olivia raised her finger into the air, "…I volunteered a couple of weeks ago." Olivia looked down at her chest and took the badge that they had made for her and had given her to wear—a lanyard with a laminated ID card that simply read Crime Watch Patrol, Det. Olivia Benson. She pulled back into traffic and continued on 79th Street, planning on taking a right on Park next.

"Oooooh, fancy. So no car chases tonight?" Jonathan smirked.

"Probably not. Maybe further into the city. But not here. It's…" Olivia looked at the clock on the dash, "…seven-forty five, so I only have a few minutes left. What's up with you?" Olivia turned right on Park Avenue.

"Just had a chat with my sister. Trying to feel out what she might want for her birthday."

"Not long now, is it? Just a month." Olivia offered, looking around before turning right onto 80th. "I've got my end all planned." Olivia turned slightly and smiled at the muscled man beside her.

"And what is that?"

"Getting dressed up, dinner, dancing, come back, maybe some wine…and more…" Olivia's smile grew in broadness now. "I bought her this gold necklace that she talks about every time we're in Nordstrom. Mel and Fin are babysitting Theo."

"Well, I can't compete with that. Is there anything else she's had her eye on? Any shows? Any watches or coats? CDs? Perfume?"

Olivia narrowed her eyes and jutted her pursed lips out, thinking. "She did say that when the musical Carousel came back into town that she'd like to go. I think it starts next week? I've seen billboards for a few days now when I drive through Times Square."

"Sounds great. I think she would love that. It'll be another chance for you to have a date with my sister…" Jonathan added.

Olivia nodded, smiling, "Yeah. It's nice to be able to do that every now and then."

"She loves you so much, you know, Olivia. My sister."

Olivia glanced at her brother-in-law, his turquoise eyes sparkling in the dimness, the streetlights flashing on his bronze face intermittently. "I know, Jonathan. I've always known. And I love her more than I've ever loved anyone or anything…" The brunette's voice caught and she cleared her throat, smiling. "See? She still does that to me. Gets me all choked up just thinking about her and how much I love her."

"She knew you'd get back together, you know. Those first two years after she got back, she was a mess. She had lost weight. I saw her at Christmas and almost didn't recognize her. She was depressed for a long time. But she never lost faith. Those letters were the one thing that kept her going."

Olivia furrowed her brow. "Letters?" She turned right onto Lexington, their street, and then pulled into the alley that would lead them to her townhouse garage.

"You don't know about the letters? She never showed them to you?"

Olivia pulled into the driveway and then put the car in park before turning the engine off.

"No…no, she didn't."

"She wrote you a letter every day for three years. Never sent them. But wrote them and sealed them. It was her way of talking with you, telling you about her life. Letting you know that she hadn't forgotten…would never forget…"

Olivia swallowed now, the huge lump there almost making it impossible. She felt the warm sting of tears, quickly threatening to spill from them. "I didn't know…" she declared softly.

Jonathan only smiled. "My sister has a heart of gold, bigger than most. That puma in the courtroom is all an act…"

Olivia smiled now and laughed lightly, her nose beginning to run. She swiped at it with the back of her wrist. "I know…she's a kitten when it comes to love and family…" Olivia sniffed, "…that's for sure."

Jonathan reached out and placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder. "You OK?"

Olivia nodded. "Yeah, I'm good…" She sniffed again and smiled at her brother-in-law before reaching her arms out and leaning forward.

The burly man embraced her tightly and they held each other.

"Thanks, Jonathan. Thanks for telling me, too…"

They pulled away. "No problem, Wonder Liv. No problem. And thanks for the gift advice."

Olivia smiled once more and, with that, Jonathan exited the car and closed the door behind him, leaned over, smiled and waved, and was off, around the house to get his car from the front.

Olivia depressed the button on her visor and watched as the thick, heavy garage door slowly raised. She pulled inside and pressed the button again, taking her cell and keys with her, and exited the car.

AAA

Alex heard the rumble of the garage door below her and knew that Olivia was back. She had already put Theo in his crib, showered, and was just brushing her hair when she heard the entry door to the kitchen open and shut.

Then, booted heels clicking on the hardwoods, then the soft thump up steps on the carpeted staircase. Then, her wife came into view and she began walking down the hallway, her image and that smile, getting closer and closer.

Has she been crying? Her nose was slightly pink and her eyes watery. She walked right up to the blonde and placed her hands on both sides of her face, inspecting her eyes, those cocoa orbs looking back and forth between her own.

"I love you, Alex…" Olivia whispered, now eyeing her mouth.

"I know, Babe…I—" But her words were stopped with a kiss—searing, searching, slow, and sensual. Alex placed her hands on her wife's waist and moaned as the brunette pulled away. Alex's eyes remained closed. "What's going on, Liv?" she uttered slowly before opening her eyes and looking into those soothing, dark pools once more.

"You wrote me letters?" Olivia questioned softly, cocking her head to the side.

Realization hit the blonde now and she felt her lower lip quaver. She nodded. "My brother told you?"

Olivia nodded, her own eyes brimming with moisture. "You never showed me?"

Alex shook her head. "No, Liv…they were so pathetic…I-I read a few of them when you and I started seeing each other again and realized how ridiculous and needy they were. And then it didn't matter because we were back. We were falling in love again and there was no reason to share them. I was in a dark place when I wrote those letters…so dark…I would never want you to think that it was because of anything you did…"

Olivia reached around her wife with both hands and pulled her into a warm, firm embrace. The brunette began swaying her and Alex fell into the comfort.

"I wanna make love to you, Babe…" Olivia whispered, her voice full of need. She pulled away and held Alex's face in her hands once more, pure carnal desire in those chocolate orbs. "Let me show you how much I love you, Alex."

Alex nodded, feeling her breath quicken from those simple words.

Olivia reached down now and took the ends of her wife's robe ties into delicate fingers and tugged gently, the belt unfastening easily. She then moved the fabric off of her shoulders and let the silkiness fall to the floor. The brunette began at her wife's shoulders, kissing them gently, softly, tracing a path along her upper chest and to the other shoulder, her satiny lips sending chills all along her body and making her nipples stiffen instantaneously.

"Oh, Liv…" Alex whispered, tilting her head back.

Olivia placed her hands on the blonde's bare waist and took the ropey column of her neck into her mouth, sucking softly before peppering it with more kisses. "I love you, Alex...I love you so much...more than anything, Babe..." Olivia's own voice was filled with yearning.

"Please…" Alex uttered softly, "…your clothes, Liv…please…"

Within moments, both ladies were in bed, unclothed. Olivia was propped on her left elbow, hovering over Alex, the front of her warm, bronzed body pressed to the blonde's side, her right leg hiked over Alex's knees, those perfectly, tanned, bulbous breasts and cocoa nipples on display in front of her. Alex's body was ready, humming and virtually trembling with desire. The blonde watched as Olivia took her forefinger and traced a slow, delicate line down in between her breasts, and down along her ever-growing baby bump, those dark, intense orbs not leaving blue.

The brunette leaned forward and gently pressed her warm, tender lips to her own, taking her time, both savoring the sensations, tongues slowly dancing with one another.

Olivia took her time that night, showing Alex just how very much she appreciated the gesture that had been revealed, that had happened so long ago. The brunette proved to her wife that there was no one else for her. She showed the blonde that all of her love was for her, would always be for her, and her alone. And the bond and love that they had always shared would never be broken and would only grow stronger with time.

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A/N: Would love, as always, to hear your thoughts. Thank you to all of my readers who have ever enjoyed, been faithful to, and have let me know how much you love my writing. I can't tell you enough how much it has always meant to me.