[Last chapter! This one is rather saucy, so please don't read if it's not your thing. I'll do a sequel at some point if anyone would like. A big thank you to all who have taken the time to review, I can't tell you how much I appreciate it.]

"She go down okay?" Olivia asked, wiping her hands.

Alex nodded, and smiled. "Looks like I timed it well. You've done the dishes."

Olivia pulled a face. "I just know you and our daughter are in cahoots," she said. "Anything to get out of the cleaning up, I know your tricks Alexandra." Olivia knew her accusation was completely without foundation, but she loved to tease her blonde partner.

Alex grinned back at her. "Well," she said, lowering her voice noticeably, "how about I make it up to you?" she slid one arm around Olivia's waist, pulling her to her. "After all, we do have the place to ourselves for once."

"I really think Carolyn's going to be happy at the house," Olivia agreed, enjoying the feel of being in Alex's arms.

"I think so too," Alex reached out and caressed Olivia's cheek. "I'm so pleased she stayed with us, but I've gotta admit, I like it when it's just us."

"And Sarah," Olivia reminded gently.

Alex smiled. "And Sarah. And Jay too. But they're staying at Jay's apartment tonight. So we," she let one hand drift to Olivia's torso, "we have free reign to do what we want. Where we want. As often as we want."

"As long as your daughter lets us," Olivia's breathing quickened imperceptibly as Alex cupped a full breast lovingly.

"Why is she always my daughter when she's antsy?" Alex pouted so sexily that Olivia could barely contain herself.

Olivia laughed. "Because she has a cold, and she's just like you when you have a cold. She's miserable and clingy."

"I do not get clingy when I have a cold!" Alex declared, pretending not to notice that Olivia was unbuttoning her shirt.

"Yeah you do. You know you do. And you know that I find it adorable. I find you adorable," Olivia amended, as she flicked the last button on Alex's shirt. "And I find these adorable," her voice hitched as she saw Alex's breasts encased within a silky red bra. She slid Alex's shirt off her shoulders and gaped openly at the sight in front of her.

"See something you like, detective?" Alex drawled.

"Oh God yes," Olivia kissed her passionately.

"We can't be late," Alex reminded her. "You start back to work tomorrow, remember?"

"I remember. It's 7pm, Alexandra."

"I know. I also know what you're like when you get going."

"When I get going?" Olivia laughed. "I think you mean when you get me going," she said, seductively, reaching out for the clasp at Alex's back.

Alex pulled out of her arms, laughing at the almost comical look of disappointment on Olivia's face.

"Not here," Alex said. "Remember?"

Olivia grinned. She recalled the last time they had made love in the kitchen. They had gotten so carried away that Olivia had slipped and bruised her side badly on the sharp edge of the kitchen counter. "Oh yeah. It was worth it. So worth it."

"The couch is softer," Alex guided her toward the living room. She pushed Olivia onto the couch, taking full note of the need in her lover's eyes. "There," she said, "isn't that better?"

Olivia nodded.

"Lay back," Alex instructed, lifting Olivia's legs onto the couch so that she was lying along its full length. She reached for the button on Olivia's jeans and flicked it open, grinning at Olivia's low growl of desire. "Don't rush it," Alex spoke seductively. "We have time. Lots of time. I want you to relax. I want you to enjoy this."

"Oh I'm enjoying it," Olivia husked. "Make no mistake about that."

Alex flicked a finger teasingly across Olivia's nipple, smiling as she felt the hard flesh through her shirt. "I can tell," she laughed. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled down the zipper on Olivia's jeans. She slipped a hand inside to cup her overheated center. "Yup," she smiled. "It would seem that New York's Finest is telling the truth." She kissed her hungrily on the mouth, her own desire ratcheting up sharply at the feel of Olivia's talented tongue. "I think you'll find you don't need this," Alex pulled at the hem of Olivia's t-shirt, laughing openly as Olivia half sat up and hauled the shirt over her head, flinging it across the room. Olivia reached behind herself, but Alex stopped her.

"Let me," she pleaded. She reached behind Olivia and expertly undid the clasp on her bra, and dropped it to the floor. The sight of Olivia's erect nipples sent a flood of moisture to Alex's core.

"Every time," Alex whispered, as she ghosted a finger over her right nipple. "Every time I see you like this, I just … you … you are just exquisite, Olivia," very softly, she took the nipple between her lips, trying not to react at Olivia's gasp of desire as she did so. She allowed her tongue to flick out and tease the tight bud.

Olivia's back arched as she unwittingly tried to increase the pressure between them. "Lex," she choked out. "Lex … I'm … you're … that's so …," she felt Alex's hands go to her waist, and lifted her hips as Alex dragged the thick material down her legs.

Alex straddled her lover on the couch, smiling as she saw her lying under her in just her panties.

"My turn," Olivia tried to sit up, but Alex pushed her back, knowing exactly what she wanted.

"You want something, detective?" she teased, cupping her own silk-clad breasts.

Olivia just gaped as Alex unclasped the garment and pulled it slowly down her arms. Her beautiful, pink nipples were as hard as rock, and Olivia reached up to claim one in her soft fingers. She toyed with it for long seconds, watching Alex's face as she did so. Alex's mouth fell open a little, and she sucked in air sharply as she tried to remain nonchalant.

Olivia reached her other hand and thrust it down the front of Alex's jeans, laughing as she found a hot pool of desire. Reluctantly, she released Alex's breast, and used both hands to unbutton her fly, dragging her jeans inelegantly to her knees. "Kick them off," Olivia instructed, her voice low and lustful. "I need to see you. All of you," she pulled her panties down to meet her jeans.

Alex wriggled on the couch, kicking off her discarded garments. She was happy to be naked, but wasn't planning to cede control. Not yet. She grinned as she set one knee either side of Olivia. She leant forward to kiss her, allowing her hair to fall in her lover's face.

Olivia reached up one hand to tangle in her hair. She loved Alex's soft, blonde tresses almost as much as her soft, alabaster skin. The kiss was long and passionate, and Olivia squirmed under Alex's hold as Alex let her hands wander down her body, stroking, grasping, teasing. Alex tweaked a turgid nipple, causing Olivia to gasp sharply into her mouth.

Slowly, Alex started to kiss her way down Olivia's body. She spent long minutes suckling Olivia's pulse point in her neck, leaving the detective to wonder briefly if she would have to wear a turtleneck on her first day back at work. She could already imagine the teasing. Then Alex was nipping at her shoulder and her clavicle, dropping sweet, tender kisses. Alex sat back briefly, to take in the full sight of Olivia's straining breasts. "Every time," she repeated. As she toyed with one nipple with her right hand, her tongue and teeth worked the other, teasing, nipping, suckling, until Olivia begged for mercy.

Olivia tried to drag Alex's hand down to her tortured center, but Alex was not going to be rushed.

"Lex. Alexandra … you have no idea what you're … oh my God. No. Oh Alex, please. I'm … you have to help me. This is … oh sweet Jesus …" Olivia was panting, her hips rocking. She tried to press up into Alex's hand, but Alex pulled it away.

"Patience," Alex bit out, her own ardor making her voice crack. "It'll be worth the wait, I promise you," her tongue played afresh across Olivia's heaving breasts, and Olivia could feel her smiling as she suckled, sending shocks of pleasure/pain rocketing through her.

Alex used her hands to try to still Olivia's straining hips, but could tell that it was not going to be long before Olivia reached completion. Olivia was gasping and moaning, her words hardly discernible. "Alex … that's … yes … right there. More. Inside. Please, baby. I need … oh God," Olivia grasped Alex's hand, and this time Alex allowed her to guide her to her center.

Alex smiled as her hand encountered Olivia's sweet folds. "Are you ready for me, baby?" she asked Olivia teasingly, as she slipped one finger inside.

"Don't tease, Lex," Olivia gulped. "I need to … oh sweet Lord," her hips rocked against the rhythm that Alex set up.

Alex's own center throbbed with need at the responsiveness of her lover. She knew that Olivia was close, so close. So she added a second finger, and brought her sweet mouth down to Olivia's core.

Olivia cried out as her body convulsed with the force of her climax, as Alex's expert fingers and mouth prolonged the sweet torture. She came again and again against Alex. It was many minutes before she was able to even start to collect herself.

Alex climbed back up her lover, grinning at the dazed look on her face. "Well?" she asked, as Olivia tried to focus. "Did that make up for not doing the dishes?"

Olivia blinked. She wrapped both arms around Alex, and kissed her softly and tenderly. "After that, you never have to do the dishes again. Ever," she was still breathless.

Alex smiled smugly. She loved to make Olivia come. Olivia was always so responsive, and had an unbelievably high sex drive.

Olivia dragged the afghan that rested on the back of the couch over them both. They lay in each other's arms for twenty minutes, just holding each other, occasionally kissing, touching, nuzzling.

Once Olivia had regained her strength, she smiled, and shifted in Alex's hold. Gently but firmly, she flipped them so that Alex was laying underneath her, and she pinned Alex to the couch with her knees, much as Alex had done to her an hour before. "Your turn," Olivia grinned.

Alex smiled, but then they both heard a wail coming from Lily's room.

Olivia laughed. She bent down, and gave Alex a mind-blowing kiss. "Hold that thought," she whispered into her ear. "Stay there, I'll go." She wrapped the afghan round Alex, and sauntered naked toward their bedroom, smugly sure that Alex's hungry eyes were following her every move.

A minute later, Olivia emerged from their bedroom in her robe, flinging Alex's robe at her.

Alex struggled into her robe, and smiled as Olivia came out of Lily's room, holding the snuffly child to her. Olivia was whispering soothing words to the child, rubbing her hand lovingly up and down her back.

She brought her to the couch, where Alex was now seated.

"Momma!" Lily cried miserably, putting her arms out to Alex.

Alex took her gladly, and held her to her. "Hey, sweet baby," she whispered. "Are you feeling lousy?"

"She's a little warm, but only a little," Olivia said. "She's gonna be fine, aren't you baby?"

Lily whimpered, and buried her face in Alex's front.

"Clingy," Olivia smiled. "Just like her mommy."

Alex smiled. "Let's just hope a cuddle makes her feel as good as it does me, when I'm sick. That's it, baby, you sleep," she kissed the top of Lily's head.

Olivia sat next to Alex, and gently applied vapor rub to Lily's chest. Lily shifted in Alex's hold.

Alex looked over the top of Lily's head, and smiled lovingly at Olivia. "If you had told me a few years ago that I wouldn't mind being interrupted in the middle of lovemaking to wipe snot from a baby, I wouldn't have believed you."

"You hadn't met Lily then," Olivia said quietly. She kissed Alex softly.

After a half hour, Lily was firmly asleep in Alex's loving hold. "I'll go put her down," Alex whispered.

"I'll be waiting for you," Olivia grinned.

Alex returned to the living room five minutes later. "Still asleep," she smiled.

Olivia stood, and cupped Alex's cheek. She kissed her, chastely at first, then became more passionate. Her tongue demanded, and was granted entrance. She pulled back after a few minutes. "If I know you, Counselor Cabot, you are horny as hell right now," her hand pulled at the belt on Alex's robe and she pushed the cotton material down Alex's arms. She then undid her own robe, stepping out of it, so that they were both naked facing each other.

Alex smiled. "When you're right, detective, you're right," she breathed. She allowed Olivia to guide her onto the couch, and gasped with pleasure when Olivia immediately lay along her and took one breast almost roughly into her mouth.

"Oh Liv, you know this won't take long, don't you?" Alex panted.

Olivia grinned. "I have a surprise for you," she said. She reached under a cushion, and Alex heard an unmistakeable buzzing sound. They rarely felt the need for any types of toy, but Olivia knew that, in the right mood, Alex went crazy for their battery-operated friend.

Alex came long and hard against Olivia, driven to distraction by Olivia's expert ministrations.

Afterwards, Olivia held Alex as she lay, boneless, in her strong arms. She had never felt so safe, so loved. So satiated. She never knew how it was that Olivia knew exactly what buttons to press. She never misjudged her mood, and knew even before she did precisely what would send her crashing over the edge.

"It's 10pm," Alex said, eventually. "I never want to move from here, but we'll be stiff as hell tomorrow morning. And you have to be on top form for work."

"I've never felt better," Olivia said. "Thanks to my beautiful fiancée's skills in the sack!"

Alex got to her feet reluctantly, pulling Olivia off the couch. "We should shower," she said.

Olivia grinned. They stumbled toward the bathroom, both their legs a little rubbery. Olivia held Alex to her as the water pounded over them both. Before Alex knew what was happening, Olivia's tender caresses became more demanding; Olivia quickly brought her to climax once again, laughing at the look of surprise on Alex's face.

"You really are a very talented woman," Alex said, as Olivia wrapped her in a warm towel.

"I'm not the only talented woman here," Olivia smiled.

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"It makes me spit," Alex said, bitterly. "We've been together nearly four years. It's 2005, for Christ's sake. We have a baby. We want to have another child. But we aren't allowed to marry, and show our children that we are committed to each other!"

Olivia smiled, gently. She knew that Alex hated waiting for the law to catch up with common sense. "It'll happen. One day," she promised. "I know it will. And, as for commitment, our children will never doubt that. I'm here for the long haul, Alexandra. There's no conceivable reason that will stop me being with you for ever. For ever and a day."

Alex turned and looked at Olivia. She saw the sincerity, and love, in her eyes. "I know," she said, softly, her anger gone. "I feel the same way. I love you, Liv. And I love Lily. I love our life."

"Shall we do it, then?" Olivia asked gently. She knew Alex was feeling tense. She had felt the exact same way when she had been fertilized with Graham's sperm.

"We made a good choice, Donor 1,218, didn't we?"

"Tall, dark haired. English professor. Coaches Little League on Sundays. Six kids of his own, just wants to help others to have kids. He wouldn't even take payment. I think he sounds pretty good, Alex. You don't have to do this, baby. Not if you're not ready."

"I'm ready. I want to have our baby. I want to give you our baby. Just like you gave me Lily."

Olivia kissed her softly. She took her hand in hers. "Okay," she said. "Let's go."

She looked up, and saw the sign: 'Galford Fertility Clinic'. Alex squeezed her fingers. Olivia pushed open the door.

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