Disclaimer: All familiar SVU characters belong to Dick Wolf. I'm just having a little fun with them.
I know, I know…it's been a while since I updated. Summer heat seems to do horrible things for my writer's chi. Anyway, here is the long awaited next chapter!
Chapter 38
Olivia couldn't help but laugh as she watched Alex struggle with the cracker to free the tender lobster meat from its protective shell.
"I'm sorry, hon. I didn't think this one through. I should have picked the halibut instead," she mused.
"Don't be ridiculous," Alex chided. "This tastes so much better than halibut." She sighed and handed the lobster claw to Olivia. "Would you mind?" Olivia took the claw from her, expertly opened it, and pulled out the entire claw completely intact. The two continued to laugh throughout the rest of the meal, putting aside the uncomfortable conversation from earlier that afternoon.
"Alex," Olivia began as they were piling dishes in the dishwasher. "I'm sorry about your mom."
"Just forget it, Liv. You didn't know," Alex repied.
"I know what it's like to lose a parent," Olivia told her. Olivia's own mother had died a few years prior to Alex's, and she would never forget the look on Captain Cragen's face as he informed her that her mother was gone. It had been the only time she could ever remember his voice cracking.
"I don't really want to talk about my mom," Alex answered as she snaked an arm around Olivia's waist and nuzzled her neck. "I just want to talk about you and me," she said, peppering kisses on Olivia's neck and cheek.
"Mmmm…" Olivia moaned, leaning back into her lover's embrace. "Are you sure you just want to talk?" Alex grinned and shook her head as she continued to devour the detective.
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Elliot paced the living room of his own house like a caged animal. His head was plagued with thoughts of danger and frustration at his own inability to make any new headway on Olivia's case. He felt a violent rage coiling inside him, building to a breaking point, and the only way to release any of that energy was to continue to move.
"El, will you stop? You're making me crazy," his wife Kathy said.
"I can't help it. It sounded like the Barnstable County authorities had a new lead on Liv's case. Plus, she and Alex are up there, alone, and we still have no idea who is responsible for kidnapping Liv," he spat out.
"Well, then why don't you just go up there and find out for yourself," Kathy suggested.
"I plan to, but I called Liv, and she was adamant that she didn't want company until tomorrow," Elliot explained. Kathy raised an eyebrow.
"You're worried about her." It was a statement, not a question. Elliot stopped pacing and sighed.
"Yeah," he managed to say. He didn't have to say anything else. Kathy knew that the macho side of Elliot Stabler was rearing its ugly head. He felt insanely protective over his partner – his female partner. Maybe some of it was warranted. Both he and Olivia had experienced several brushes with death, and it brought them closer than either of them dreamed possible. Secretly, Kathy was relieved when she discovered that Olivia was interested in women because it put many of her fears to rest that there might have been something more than just a strong friendship between Olivia and Elliot.
"Elliot, go. You won't sleep until you do," Kathy said gently.
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Prominent Attorney's Home Burglarized blazed across the headline of the local newspaper. The press was calling this the worst crime in decades. Isaiah couldn't help but chuckle. It really was a sleepy little town if the worst crime was a burglary. In New York, these things were so common, they rarely made the papers. No, that was left for things like high profile murders, rapes, and other more brutal crimes.
He slammed the paper on his desk and swung his chair around to face the full length windows of his office. Central Park loomed in front of him several stories below. What was it about Detective Benson that prevented him from reaching her? How did she always manage to slip through his grasp? She was defiant and showed no sign of repentance, not to mention that she had caused the death of one of his people already. And now, Luke. The paper hadn't specifically mention the death of Luke, but he had failed to check in, so Isaiah had no choice but to assume the worst. Alex was alive though, and for that, he was grateful.
Luke had been the answer to his prayers. When he lost control of Olivia's training and actually raped her, he had condemned himself to a marriage with her. And, Luke had a pure heart, and would follow God's Word to the letter. With Luke gone, Isaiah was really left with no other choice but to kill her. He rose from the chair and pulled a bag out of the closet. He had anticipated this. While Luke was loyal, he was also weak. Isaiah was going to have to take care of Olivia Benson himself. He stopped just before he left, a gold picture frame catching his eye. The blonde woman in the photo stared back again, a carefree laugh etched forever across her face.
Don't worry, my dear. I'll protect you from the world. You strayed down the path of evil, but I can bring you back. You'll be safe with me, he thought. Steeling himself before he became too emotional, he swung the door open and headed for the parking garage, intent on carrying his plan through to the last detail.
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Alex hovered over her lover and drank in the sight of Olivia as her brown hair splayed across the pillow under her. She leaned down and captured the brunette's lips once more for a kiss. Their tongues danced as the kiss turned from one of love to one of need. Alex's hand skimmed the detective's body through her clothes as she felt the heat of flushed skin radiate onto her palm. Olivia's lips moved along Alex's jaw down to her neck. Alex moaned as the tingling sensations rippled through her body, centering between her legs. Seizing her opportunity, Olivia rolled them so that she was now on top and continued to tease the blonde's skin with her tongue. Her hands skated along her lover's body, eliciting yet another moan from Alex, this one higher pitched and more needy.
Olivia straddled Alex and pulled on the buttons of her blouse. She wanted to explore every inch of skin as it was exposed, but she knew it would drive Alex more insane if she waited. Her fingers moved along the buttons across Alex's breasts and over the expanse of her flat stomach before she parted the halves, exposing Alex's creamy white skin to her, accented by the white lace bra she was wearing underneath. Olivia place her hands just underneath Alex's bra line and traced the sides of her body with feather light touches. Bending over her, she allowed her lips to trace the same patterns as her fingers. Alex twisted her fingers into Olivia's hair. She wasn't sure if she wanted the brunette to go higher or lower, but staying in the middle was driving her crazy. She lifted herself enough to remove the blouse from her shoulders and toss it to the floor. Olivia grinned as she continued to torture the blonde's skin with her lips.
Finally, deciding Alex had had enough teasing, Olivia moved higher, kissing Alex's left nipple through the lace.
"Liv, please…" Alex begged.
"Please, what, honey?" Olivia asked.
"You know what I need," Alex replied.
"Tell me," Olivia answered, switched from Alex's left nipple to her right. Alex responded by clawing at the hem of Olivia top. She tried to keep her injured arm still while using her good hand to grab the garment in the center and attempt a pitiful yank to pull in off.
"Would you like some help with that?" Olivia asked nonchalantly as Alex continued to tug. Alex nodded. Good enough, Olivia thought. She sat up in order to give Alex a full view of her body as she crossed her arms over her and lifted her shirt over her head and tossing it to join Alex's blouse on the floor. Alex's good hand immediately went to cup Olivia's breast through her black satin bra. The sight of Olivia in front of her was intoxicating. Olivia lifted slid lower on Alex and popped the button on her jeans. She slid them down, kissing each inch of exposed skin as she went.
"God, Olivia, please!" Alex cried again.
"Please, what?" Olivia asked again.
"You know what," Alex hated when Olivia made her ask for what she wanted. She swore Olivia did it just to torture her. In truth, Olivia did it because she knew that deep down Alex enjoyed it. She always got wetter and came harder when she had to beg.
"Make love to me," Alex replied. Olivia rolled Alex onto her side so that she was facing her and lifted Alex's leg over her own. She reached between Alex's legs, pushed her panties aside, and searched for her folds. Olivia's fingers circled around Alex's clit, drawing another moan from Alex's throat. She pulled the blonde into another kiss as she continued to work the flesh between her legs. Alex screamed as Olivia plunged two fingers deep into her and massaged her most sensitive regions. She was close, so close. Olivia's thumb replaced her fingers on Alex's clit and the sensations overwhelmed Alex as her body contracted and twisted around Olivia, ecstasy flowing through every ounce of her being. Olivia guided her lover through her orgasm and stopped moving her finger only when Alex fell back onto the bed, glistening in moisture. Olivia brought her fingers to her own lips and licked them one at a time.
"Delicious," she said, smiling. "I love the way you taste." Alex responded by rolling Olivia onto her back.
"We're not even close to being finished yet," she whispered as she kissed Olivia again.
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Elliot pulled the car into the driveway of Alex's beach house. The entire drive up, he wondered if he was doing the right thing. Olivia had asked him to wait a day, but he couldn't ignore that sinking feeling in his stomach that she was in terrible danger. He turned off the car, but didn't immediately get out.
Maybe I should go to a hotel for the night, he thought. He had his hand on the key and was just about to turn the ignition when he heard a blood curdling scream rip through the night, coming from the house. Instantly, his head snapped up and he went into full cop mode. Drawing his weapon, he raced to the front of the house and tried the front door. Locked. He raced around to the back of the house and saw the screen door of the back porch wide open. He stepped inside and noticed the painting supplies littering the area. He furrowed his brow. As far as he knew, neither Alex nor Olivia painted. Another scream, this one fainter, and definitely one he recognized. Elliot ran through the house.
"Liv!" he called. No answer. The sound was coming from upstairs. Elliot reached the master bedroom and threw open the door, and the sight he found was not what he expected.
His very naked partner was on her back, obviously having the time of her life. The sheets were bunched around her waist, but there was obviously another person in the bed with her. Shit. Her head turned and he could see the lust in her brown eyes instantly replaced with fury.
"Jesus, Elliot!" she yelled, yanking the sheet to cover her exposed body and sitting up. "What part of 'tomorrow' don't you understand?" From her hiding spot underneath the covers, Alex suppressed a giggle. Elliot mumbled something and fled the room. Pulling the door behind him, he leaned his head back and silent prayed that some deity would take pity on him and strike him dead.
This scene has been stuck in my head for quite a while; I just wasn't quite sure how it would play out. So, anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know!