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A nice quiet Tuesday evening at home, Olivia decided, after dinner, to "beautify" herself and take advantage of the fact that she had gotten off of work exceptionally early that day, hoping that the following evening, for drinks and dinner at their new neighbors, she would also be able to leave at a reasonable time.
Olivia sat in the bathtub as Alex finished up some work for an arraignment the following day, monopolizing the living room, the sofa, ottoman, and coffee table all being taken over by file folders and her laptop, forcing Hillary to lounge on the bed, where she sat curled in a ball in between the two women's pillows, snoring contentedly.
With the speaker on the sink counter connected to Olivia's iPhone, the song Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover played as Olivia used the advantage of the soak opening pores to finish up shaping her eyebrows using a hand-held mirror. She had already pumiced her feet and would move on to shaving her legs next, as she sang along to the soprano voice, straining to reach the high notes of the chorus.
She rubbed apricot oil on her right shin and started shaving.
The wedding.
Thirty-two—but as of tomorrow—thirty-one, days away.
She had eaten most of Charles' famous cookies the past couple of days since getting them as a gift on Sunday—some sneaking, some in broad daylight with Mother Alex warning her of the repercussions. "Cookie, then sex, Babe…let's go burn it off…" Olivia would joke and then complain that she felt too full and nauseous to make love or to do much else of anything.
Alex was so patient with her—the most patient person the brunette detective had ever encountered. Alex loved every silly, goofy part of her and Olivia loved that the blonde loved that part of her. Olivia had never met anyone that accepted all of her, completely. Past significant others either loved her sophistication and classiness, but were shocked and/or turned off to see her comical side, or vice versa. There had been no one ever in her life who had accepted all sides to the brunette.
She was so grateful to have Alex in her life, now hers, forever.
Olivia wiped a tear that had unknowingly rolled down her cheek as that song ended and the next song came on, If by Janet Jackson. Olivia placed the razor on the ledge and closed her eyes, now, finished shaving, and now just enjoying the warmth of the water and the meditative, aromatherapeutic qualities of the lavender oil.
She remembered this song very well—too well. She would listen to it after Alex had first left for WPP and the detective would mentally work herself into a tizzy, going crazy with arousal. And she'd hear it all the time, too—in the car, at home, in the grocery store, even when she didn't want to. The words were so sensual. But the most memorable thing about it was that it was the first song they had danced to in a club on their fourth actual date over eleven years ago, and Olivia had never forgotten how turned on she had been that night—the first time she realized how deep her physical feelings for the blonde attorney went.
The words were so erotic:
How many nights I've laid in bed excited over you.
I closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways
I've gotten there so many times I've wondered, how 'bout you?
Day and night, night and day, all I've got to say is…
If I was your girl, all the things I'd do to you…
I'd make you call out my name, I'd ask who it belongs to
If I was your woman, the things I'd do to you…
Olivia closed her eyes. Feeling the steam from the bath, and her building arousal heating up her body, her lower lips pulsated. She needed Alex…was so happy when she realized that this wasn't the past—that she could actually have her now!
"Al?" she called out, her voice loud, but not overly dire.
After about twenty seconds of no response, the brunette took a deep, shaky breath, still listening to the song, her fingers traveling to her swollen lips, touching them tenderly, as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the tiled wall.
Jesus, I need that woman right now, Olivia thought.
"Alex?" she called louder, more wantonly, feeling the buzzing warmth as it filled her lower half.
Olivia waited, feeling a sheen of sweat covering her face, chest, and shoulders, feeling the flush in her cheeks, feeling coolness of the air hit the hardness of her now-pebbled nipples.
Olivia couldn't wait any longer. "Alex…come fuck me, Baby!" she called loudly, almost whining her need.
She heard a shuffling and looked up to see Alex on her cell phone, "I will. Tomorrow morning, all three files…Yes, I will tell her." She nodded, her expression virtually stoic, save for her raised eyebrows, a glimmer of a sparkle in her blue eyes, and an impishness on her porcelain face. She pressed end on her phone and folded her arms, phone tucked against the baby blue of her short-sleeved, cashmere-covered breast.
"Wh-Who was that?" Olivia asked sweetly.
"That was Petrovsky." Alex said matter-of-factly. "She says to tell you 'hi' and... that I shouldn't keep you waiting…"
Olivia's jaw dropped, turning into a full-blown smile in seconds. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"I'm glad you find it amusing. My boss has just heard my fiancé begging me to fuck her."
"At least she realizes you're good enough to be begged, Baby…" Olivia tried.
"Ha. Ha. Ha…" Alex looked the brunette over, roaming over every inch of her as she began to remove her baby blue sweater. "Now…what is it that you needed? From your urgency, I thought you might have started a fire with one of your candles. But I can see, there are no candles lit…"
"Oh, there's a fire, all right…" Olivia smirked, curling her forefinger for the attorney to join her, "…underwater…"
"From what I remember about Earth science…" Alex smiled as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing a navy blue matching lacy bra and panty set, "…that's physically impossible…"
"Yes, Baby…talk scientifically to me…only you can make science sound sexy."
Alex began unhooking her bra. "God, Olivia…you look so sexy right now…"
"I feel so sexy right now…come put out mama's fire…"
"With pleasure…" Alex removed her panties and glasses and joined Olivia, sitting opposite her in the large garden tub, lowering herself carefully.
Olivia placed her calves on top of the attorney's thighs and then shifted her feet to her sides, sitting up. Alex sat up as well. Olivia traced her fingers along the blonde's jaw line and neck. She looked up and found Alex looking at her breasts and then watched blue pools as they dipped down beneath the water, the blonde eyeing the brunette's core.
"You're ready, aren't you?" Alex questioned, her voice full of lust.
Olivia nodded quickly. "I—I heard that song…the one we danced to at Velvet in 2003…"
"If?"
Olivia nodded again, "Yes, that's the one…"
Alex's fingers moved to Olivia's lower lips, fingering them, the sudsy water making it slippery and adding to her pleasure. "God, Liv…you're right there…"
"I…know…I told…you…" Olivia tried, feeling Alex's fingers begin to stroke her more firmly, faster. "Uh, Alex…" Olivia tilted her head back, closing her eyes. "Do you know how many times I used to hear this song when you were gone and got all worked up?"
"I'm sure you had no problem satisfying your needs with your magical fingers…"
Olivia heard the smirk in Alex's voice. The brunette opened her eyes, smiling. "No, no I didn't, but…I wanted you to satisfy me…a few minutes ago, I realized…uh…right there, Baby…" Olivia fell into the euphoria of Alex's touch as the blonde leaned forward and began kissing and sucking Olivia's neck.
"That you do have me…and I'm here, Baby…"
A surge of excitement hit the brunette as Alex said those words, her climax coming almost without warning, rolling through her in waves as she gripped onto Alex's shoulders, feeling her face tighten with pleasure. "Uh…" high-pitched pants escaped her parted mouth with each contraction as she moved her hips with each stroke until her orgasm had passed completely.
Olivia opened her eyes slowly and smiled leaning forward to kiss the blonde, gently, lightly tonguing her warmth.
"I'm done with my work," the blonde tried in between kisses. "It's…eight o'clock right now and we have the rest of the evening…"
Olivia smiled, "What did you have in mind, counselor?"
"Father of Our Country…"
Father of Our Country was just one of the nicknames of the newest addition to their family of toys. Alex picked him up at a sex shop in Soho—a baby blue, glittery, silicone vibrating dildo and the more "action" it got and the higher the speed was increased—there were twenty in all—the more wildly it lit up. If the maximum speed was ever achieved, it was guaranteed to play Yankee Doodle, the lights becoming patriotically red, white, and blue.
Olivia smiled and laughed. "That vibrator…I don't know what possessed you…should we try for Yankee Doodling it tonight?"
Another phrase coined by the women. Anytime they had been out in public and one or the other mentioned Yankee Doodling something, they would roll with laughter.
"If you can handle it, Babe…" Olivia smiled, her hands running over the blonde's silky thighs.
"We've only gone up to level ten, Liv…and that was intense…"
Olivia saw the trepidation in Alex's face. "Hey, Babe…it's OK…what ever level you want…"
Alex smiled, "That thing has some power…"
Olivia smiled and removed her legs from the attorney and stood, grabbing a towel for herself and wrapping her body before grabbing one for the blonde and handing it to her. "I'll meet you in the bedroom, Babe…" Olivia stepped out and exited the bathroom.
AAA
Alex stood and wrapped her towel around her as the detective left, smiling at the sway in the brunette's hips. Stepping out of the tub, she took Olivia's phone and disconnected the speaker bringing it with her into the bedroom.
Olivia saw the gesture, "Thanks, Babe…"
Alex placed it on the brunette's side of the bed and began to walk around to the other side but was stopped by a hand grabbing her towel on her backside, squeezing firmly.
"Come here, Baby…"
A flood of wetness found its way out of the blonde, already primed from pleasuring her fiancé. Now, she was hornier than ever. Alex stopped and let the towel fall to the ground, climbing on top of the bed and moving closer to the brunette.
Olivia moved yet closer still, pressing her body to the blonde's and kissing her neck, fondling her breast, pressing her pelvis to the attorney's before lifting her leg on top of Alex's. "You just tell me what you want, Baby…" she whispered against the blonde's neck before continuing to place soft kisses along her neck, shoulder, and cleavage.
"The Sword of the Revolution…level ten for starters…"
Another nickname for the patriotic, George Washington appendage. Anything to do with the first president was fair game as far as nicknames went.
Olivia reached down and fingered Alex's lips, letting her fingers slide along the wetness, eliciting a moan from the already aroused attorney.
"God, Alex…you're so wet already…" Olivia kissed her neck fiercely, Alex feeling the sting of teeth bearing into flesh.
"Liv…" Alex tried, pleasure impeding her ability to prevent Olivia from leaving a mark. Alex hissed as the sting was felt again, soothed immediately by a caressing tongue and then the brunette's fingers making their way inside the blonde. "Uh…magical fingers…"
The blonde heard the brunette laugh lightly before pulling away, looking at her with lust in those cocoa orbs. Olivia held up her finger and then climbed over and opened the bottom drawer, her tanned, firm ass on display. Alex leaned over and bit it, causing the detective to yelp. She came back up with His Excellency, yet another name, and smiled.
"Georgie Porgie is about to enter Heaven…" Olivia smiled, flicking the dildo on.
Alex smiled, feeling her eyes roll slightly back in her head as she heard the vibrating noise commence, remembering the pleasure from last time they had used it. Alex lay on her back, spreading her legs, her arms going above her head and resting on the pillows, waiting. She was open. She was ready.
Olivia brought it to her lower lips, Alex immediately feeling the euphoric sensations, her body jumping instantly. "Is that ten?"
Olivia nodded, kneeling in between the attorney's parted legs. Olivia continued, the tip entering the blonde, Alex moaning and bringing her arms down to either side of her, clutching the sheets, as Olivia entered further with her right hand, caressing her belly and breasts with the other hand.
"God, Olivia…just like that…"
Olivia continued pumping the appendage in and out of the blonde until she was three quarters of the way inside. Olivia lifted herself to speak closer to the attorney, still pumping the toy in and out, "Want a higher level?" she whispered.
Alex gasped, her head tilted back. She nodded quickly, moaning her answer, "One level…up…"
She heard the toy increase in speed ever-so-slightly but the vibrations increased immensely. "Oh, God!" Alex cried, eyes popping open and looking at the brunette. "That…did it!" she squeaked. "I'm—uh…." She peaked, her breath catching before intense spasms took over her body, intensified by the vibrating cock. "Uh, uh…wait…!" she moaned as a second orgasm rolled through her, unaware that it was coming. "Oooooooh," she cooed, smiling as her body came down and Olivia removed the appendage. Olivia moved back up and tongued the attorney's neck again, Alex feeling a slight stinging pain there.
After a few moments of recovery, Alex said softly, "I have a feeling I'll be upset with you when I look in the mirror…"
Olivia said nothing but Alex turned her head to find a closed eyed, smiling brunette laying next to her on her own pillow, sheet pulled up to her waist, beautiful breasts exposed. "I plead no contest…"
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"We need something nice, Liv…not just a 2-liter of Sprite and a bag of Doritos."
"You are wrong for that, Alex Cabot. Wrong for that…" Olivia shook her head.
It was Wednesday evening and the women stood in the gift basket section of Dean & Deluca's with very little time left to choose. It was six o'clock and the ladies were expected at Charles and Landon's in thirty minutes. They were dressed and ready to go but Alex was feeling indecisive.
"Jesus, Alex…I know we can't bring chips and soda…how about this?" Olivia held up a pre-made, cellophane wrapped basket filled with chocolates, fudge sauces, and an assortment of nuts."
"Too sweet, too much sugar. Something more savory."
Olivia held up another basket, this one filled with hard salamis, jams, crackers, and cheeses. "It's got brie…my favorite!" Olivia chided.
Alex smirked at the brunette. "That'll do but we need a bottle of nice wine to go with it…" Alex began looking around the store and spotted the wine aisle, Olivia following with the basket.
After a few minutes of Alex looking at bottles, Olivia watching other patrons, bored out of her mind, Alex finally chose a bottle. "Let's go…"
"Well, what is it?"
Alex looked at Olivia impatiently, "It's a Brick & Mortar, Pinot Noir 2011. Let's go!" She smiled.
The ladies checked out and made their way to the car, parked at the end of the street, Olivia struggling to keep up with the blonde's long legs and greater familiarity with three-inch heels. "Wow…forty-five dollars for a bottle of wine, one-fifty for the basket." Olivia breathed as they got in the car, putting their seatbelts on. "They'd better have some good food…"
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be up to par, Liv. Little do they know they have two gourmet foodies living above them." Alex squeezed her cheeks and planted a light kiss on the brunette, shifted into drive and headed back home.
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"Just in time!" Landon beamed as he closed the door behind the women. Charles and Landon both exchanging kisses and hugs and taking the ladies' clutch purses.
"I'll just put these in the bedroom, in case you need to powder your noses," Charles winked.
"For you…for being such wonderful hosts and having us over…" Alex handed him the basket and Olivia handed them the gift bagged wine—Landon taking both.
"Come in, come in!" Landon motioned. "Thank you so much for these wonderful gifts!" He set them on the console next to the dining room table.
Their penthouse was exactly like Alex had imagined—very Liberace-esque. Brightly colored paintings, large canvases, a huge white piano near the large balcony windows, white leather furniture, large, silver arching lamps, a white flokati rug on the middle, brightly color throw pillows adorning the sofa. Piet Mondrian meets Elton John.
"Something smells divine," Alex commented, sliding her arm around Olivia who looked absolutely stunning in her new Kate Spade, charcoal gray sequined cocktail dress that fell at her lower mid-thigh, her charcoal pumps making her legs endlessly sexy.
Alex, herself, had chosen a black and white Tadashi cocktail dress that she had only worn one other time, and four-inch black heels.
"That's Charles' creation," Landon oozed, linking his arm with his boyfriend. "He's the chef in the family."
Just then, two tiny teacup Pomeranians came running into the room, tongues out, ears perked, excited.
"And these babies…" Landon picked both up, one in each arm, "…this one…" he shook his right arm which held a caramel-colored pup, "…is Greta, after Greta Garbo…and this one…" he lifted his left arm slightly raising the jet black dog, "…is Gregory, after Gregory Peck…"
"They're adorable…" Alex smiled.
Olivia's eyes were wide, moving into cuteness mode, she began the baby talk, "Oh, precious babies…you're just so adorable…would you like to meet our little Hillary?" She scratched the tops of both of their heads then turned and looked at Alex, smirking.
Alex couldn't help but smile.
Landon put the dogs down and looked from Alex to Olivia and back again, "You two are just so darling…I have a feeling we're gonna get along just fine…come this way, let's sit. Charles has offered to be bartender this evening. What would you like?"
The three sat on the large white leather sectional, Charles now standing, waiting for their drink orders, a metallic, pink silk scarf adding a splash of color to his black tux.
Alex looked at Olivia, "Babe?"
"Surprise me…" she smiled.
"How about you surprise both of us…our drink menu could stand some expansion."
"Oh? What is it you usually drink?"
"Usually cosmos, martinis, wine—Chardonnay or Merlot—sea breezes…nothing too flashy."
"Well, Charles will set you up with something you'll love. Right sweetie?"
"Coming right up!" he chirped then disappeared into the next room.
"So…ladies…first and foremost, tell me about your dresses…"
Alex told him about their dresses and shoes, Landon fawning all over their choices in fashion.
"Well, I knew you two ladies had style the first time I saw you. I saw you from my balcony. You were walking from the building and getting into a cab. You were dressed up to go somewhere, we had just moved in a couple of days earlier, you looked dazzling…Olivia had on an off-white strapless and you, Miss Alex, had on a sexy, skimpy black number…"
Alex looked at Olivia, "I guess that was when we went to dinner with Casey and Melinda…"
Olivia nodded, holding a caviar covered cracker in mid air while chewing.
Alex smiled at the brunette as Olivia offered her the second half of the cracker, Alex taking it into her mouth fully. Olivia's eyes dipped down to the blonde's mouth as she chewed.
Charles came out with the drinks, "I made us all the same thing…it's one of our favorites called a Sidecar—cognac, Cointreau, lemon, and sugar…"
Once everyone had a drink in hand and Charles sat, Landon raised his glass, "To Alex and Olivia, to their love and happiness, and wonderful future together."
The four clinked glasses and sipped.
Alex leaned in to Olivia and said softly, "Much better than your partner's so-called toast…" she looked at Olivia, the brunette smiling. Alex moved a wavy lock of hair that had fallen from her French twist, away from her face.
"So, Alex…you're an attorney, correct?"
Alex swallowed, nodding, "Yes…"
"How long now?"
Alex looked at the ceiling, pondering.
Olivia answered for her, rubbing her back and smiling, "Nine years…"
"Nine years, then…" Alex smiled at Olivia.
"OK, cuteness factor…off the charts…the way you two look at each other is…ugh…awe-inspiring." Charles commented, both men mesmerized by the ladies.
"And Olivia…we never found out what you do, but judging from your outfits you wear during the week, Charles and I thought you might be a high school teacher?"
Alex laughed, "With a badge and gun…" Alex added, "I guess you've never seen her sporting those?"
"A badge and a gun? Honey…do tell us more," Charles oozed. "You're a cop?"
Olivia nodded, "That I am…"
"She's a detective…" Alex said proudly, her hand on the back of Olivia's neck, fingering her soft skin lightly. "NYPD Special Victim's Unit."
"How long?" Charles asked.
It was Olivia's turn to think. "A detective for ten years, a cop for four years before that."
"And how can you be thirty years old then?" Landon teased. "Those numbers do not make sense sweetheart."
They talked through a couple more drinks. They spoke of Landon's work on Broadway, costuming, choreographing, voice coaching. They spoke of Charles' career in fashion that he had pursued and become quite successful at since 1985 after quitting the baking business.
"Those cookies…" Olivia began, looking at Alex. "I absolutely couldn't control myself with your cookies, Charles."
Alex offered, "She couldn't…I tried to stop her…but with those cookies, she had a one-track mind. I tried to remind her of the dress fittings in a month…she wouldn't listen…" Alex smirked at the brunette watching Olivia flare her nostrils.
"They were absolutely amazing…please don't give us any more."
"Well, after the wedding you can pork up as much as you want. I know what to get someone for Christmas," Charles teased playfully.
Olivia's eyes lit up and she smiled. "Merry Christmas to me!"
"Cookies and some elastic-waist pants," Alex kidded. The blonde leaned in and kissed the brunette's cheek, not able to resist her giddiness.
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OOO
Towards the end of a delicious, three-course dinner of tomato basil soup, beef bourguignon, fingerling potatoes, creamed spinach, and then a dessert of homemade mint chocolate cheesecake, the two couples sat around the dinner table, a contented buzz sweeping over them as they sipped coffee and Olivia, eyes glazed over from contentment, picked at her dessert with her fork—too full to eat full bites but it was too good to leave on the plate.
Alex reached over and placed her hand on the brunette's forearm, snapping the brunette from her reverie. Olivia looked up, into contented blue, and smiled.
"So, how is everyone taking your marriage?" Charles asked.
Olivia looked at Alex, both women's faces becoming serious.
"Babe?" Olivia offered for Alex to speak.
Alex cleared her throat and took Olivia's hand in her own, intertwining her fingers. "Not everyone has been accepting and that's been hard but, most people have come around."
Landon and Charles both simply nodded their understanding.
"But we've had each other…we've been through this together, right Babe?"
"Absolutely…" Olivia smiled, her eyes misting slightly.
"Anyone else and it never would have worked…believe or not…" Alex smiled at the brunette, thumbing in her direction, "…this one is hilarious…makes me laugh all the time…"
"Oh, I can see that…she's got that underlying sarcasm just floating beneath the surface, a sparkle in her eyes. I also see she might have a spunky temper…" Landon smiled. "But you, as well, Alex…I think that's what makes you both so passionate about life, about each other…"
Alex gripped Olivia's hand more firmly and looked into the brunette's eyes. "That we do have Landon…absolute passion…" Alex smiled and leaned in to give Olivia a kiss, soft yet gentle, Olivia breathing into the touch.
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After the women left, goodbyes said, another box of cookies shoved their way—thanks Charles—the women headed leisurely down the hallway, arms around each other, bumping hips.
"So…can you believe that?" Olivia asked as she pressed the button on the elevator.
"What? Michelle and Andy? Doesn't surprise me." Alex said, stifling a yawn.
"A foursome? You mean to tell me you knew that's why they were looking at us like that on that one day?"
"I had a feeling…they looked liked the type…" the doors opened and the two walked in together, Alex pressing the button before pressing Olivia up against the wall, hands on her hips, the blonde's eyes sleepy. "Why? You interested?" Alex smirked before kissing the brunette's cleavage, her tongue darting out.
"Uhhh…"
"Don't tell me you're thinking about it…" Alex pulled away.
"No…absolutely not thinking about it but, you can't ask me a question like that and have your tongue where you have it, Babe…because no coherent, logical answer will come from me…"
"Cuz…I will never share you, Liv…" Alex began kissing Olivia's neck as the doors opened, the women breaking their hold and walking through them as Olivia got her keys out.
"The only way anyone else is going to make love to me, Al, is if I'm a cold, dead corpse."
"Nice visual, Babe…" Alex smirked. "Sexy corpse…sexy peasant girl…"
The brunette unlocked the door and they went inside, closing and locking it behind them.
"Maybe we can be sexy corpses for Halloween…?" Olivia joked.
The two women tossed their clutch purses on the sofa before entering each other's arms once again.
Olivia studied Alex's face, her fingers touching her cheek and jaw delicately. "I never told you how much I love it when you pout and chew bubble gum…"
"Simultaneously?" Alex leaned in for a kiss.
"Separately but, I'm sure simultaneously would be cute, too…" Olivia kissed Alex savagely, her tongue leaving no question of where it would lead.
"O…livia," Alex whispered against her neck as the brunette's hands clutched the blonde's backside firmly.
"More cookies means more sex…" Olivia smiled, her forehead pressed to the attorney's.
"Well, let's go burn some calories, then…"
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A/N:
Oh, how I would love to have cocktails and dinner with Landon and Charles!
As always, I would love to hear what you think…what you liked…what you didn't like…please read and review!
Up next: Bridal shower held by Mom, Aunt Jane and the other SVU ladies. After that, a minor accident for Olivia at work—nothing major but one that involves loopy pills.