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Background Info: This little one-shot takes place during "American Tragedy": Season 15, Episode 2
You're My Constant Support
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Alex slowly entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She looked at Olivia who was lying in bed in only a black camisole, black-framed glasses on, eyes focused on an open file folder on her lap.
Alex smiled and moved to the foot of the bed, placing her right knee on top and folding her arms. Her wife was mouthing the words as she read, her brow furrowed.
God, she's so sexy, Alex mused. She didn't even realize what seeing her did to the blonde every time she was in her presence. How being able to be witness to her beauty every day, in all situations—dressed up, dressed down—did it for her, still, in more ways than one.
Alex ogled her exposed caramel skin, silently appreciated the shape of her full breasts beneath the thin fabric of her top, eyes scanning down to the crisp white sheet laying over her lower body. She smiled at her wife's recently cut, chin-length hair that was down, glossy, shiny, and touchably soft. She longed to grab the top hem of the sheet and rip it off and climb on top of her, feel her warm softness, kiss her all over.
But, her wife had been engrossed in this current case. This was the third day that she had been on it. Two nights prior, Olivia had been walking down a darkened street near the precinct at night, on her way to her car, and had given a man, that had commented about her beauty, a fist punch to the nose because of her heightened alert, knocking him down and causing him to roll around on the ground in agony, his nose bleeding profusely. She had been startled, she had been hyperaware, and she had played on her frayed nerves and cop instinct.
What was, in the beginning, a simple multiple rape case had come further into fruition on the day prior, though. A woman of prominent status, Jolene Castille, a Paula Deen of sorts, was accused of murdering a young black teen in cold blood. The case was absolutely racially motivated and Olivia had been overwhelmed by the evil nature of the accused, especially as she began to gather more and more evidence that the death had been racially charged and seemed to be due to only that fact.
Just that evening, the detectives had arrested another man at the scene of another rape in progress, the brunette having to rough him up, as she claimed, when he became arrogantly mouthy with her and had made some sexually derogatory comments. She had finally come home exhausted after Munch told her to get some sleep, sweating from the June heat, her body more than fatigued, her mind still a whir of thoughts and activity. She had showered, joined Alex in making sure the kids were in bed, and then had returned to the bedroom to continue working on her research.
Alex cleared her throat lightly, still watching her wife.
Olivia looked up now, her expression still grim. She had spent the majority of the late evening looking over files—both hard copies and on her lap top—and looked like the case was already taking its toll.
"Hey, Babe…" she rasped, trying a smile. She cleared her throat and closed the file folder before taking her glasses off and setting them on top.
"Hey, Liv…you OK?" Alex sat now and turned her body to face her wife, left knee bent. "Anything new on Ms. Castille?"
"Yeah…" Olivia opened the folder again and slipped her glasses back on. "Lots of complaints from her co-workers. She's pretty rough on her staff. Name calling. Off-color comments. Referring to her African-American assistants as monkeys…Jesus. This woman is a piece of work." She shook her head, focusing on the papers again.
"Can I do anything to help?" Alex leaned backward now and angled her head to look at her wife.
Olivia smirked. "You're here, Babe. Your smiling face is my remedy."
"Anything else?" Alex offered. "Maybe a massage?"
"Mmmmm, now that sounds amazing. Yes, please." Olivia closed the file again, took off her glasses once more, and set all on her bedside table.
Alex stood and moved around to her wife's side as Olivia moved forward to allow the blonde access to her shoulders and back. The blonde attorney sat behind her and placed her hands on her silky shoulders and began rubbing her tense muscles.
"I hate it when you bring work up here, Liv. In the bedroom. It's supposed to be a sacred place for us."
Olivia dropped her head forward now as Alex continued kneading the knots just in between her shoulder blades. "I know, Al…" Her voice was depleted. "I just want to settle this. The circumstances of that boy getting shot just don't jibe."
"I know, Liv…" Alex leaned forward and kissed her shoulder gently. "My beautiful, intelligent wife is so good at what she does…you'll figure it out like you always do…just keep going…"
Olivia moaned, her chin on her chest at this point.
Alex leaned in once more, her mouth next to the brunette's ear. "Anything else I can do for you?" She continued to rub. "A little release?" Alex smiled and then kissed the shell of her wife's ear delicately.
Olivia turned her head now, her expression serious, those cocoa orbs not leaving her own. She turned her body now, facing her wife, and took Alex's face in her hands, eyes scanning back and forth in between her own, an undeniable lust in her gaze.
Within seconds, their mouths were pressed to one another's, Olivia's hands on Alex's breasts, squeezing, her thumbs running over her sensitive nipples, both of their breathing heavy.
Olivia moved to lay back on the pillow but not before she slipped her camisole over her head in one clean sweep, the blonde helping expertly, before mouths were back on each other and Olivia's hands were removing the blonde's robe from her shoulders.
No words were necessary as Alex disrobed altogether, tossing it on the floor and then making her way in between her wife's thighs, deftly pulling her matching black, cotton panties off easily.
Alex found her way back up her wife's heaving body and kissed her again, Olivia's hands going to her back, light fingertips stroking her skin and sending goose bumps all over her body. The blonde took her wife's right breast into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around her peaked nipple, Olivia tilting her head back further into her pillow.
Olivia shifted her hips, lifting them to try and get contact with Alex and the blonde felt her strong hands on her backside, pulling to hold her there as she moved to pleasure her other breast. Olivia's breathing was ragged, her mouth open, eyes closed. Alex let her tongue trail down in between her breasts now, kissing and licking, swiping her wet muscle along her heaving body, making her way down the brunette's belly, placing a series of soft kisses there, and then felt her wife's hands in her hair, gripping it firmly, letting her fingers run through her locks, and Alex smiled as she made her way down.
Her wife needed this right now. Every movement from her—the arching of her back, the thrusting of her hips, her soft whimpering moans—told her that.
"I got you, Liv…" Alex uttered before letting her tongue dart out, just grazing her wife's clit.
Olivia gasped and moaned, her hold on Alex's hair tightening. "Please don't stop, Alex…" she whispered.
"Never…" Alex pressed her mouth to her wife's lower lips now and let her tongue dip inside, Olivia's hips bucking up once more.
"I need this…" Olivia tried.
"I know you do, Babe…" Alex let her mouth envelop her wife now, fully, completely, sucking gently at first and then applying the pressure that she knew would have her wife feeling good in no time.
Panting from the brunette now and Alex could feel her thighs tightening against her ears.
"Don't stop, Babe…I'm—" And then a squeal of quiet pleasure, the detective careful not to make too much noise with the twin's rooms just yards away. A faint moaning from her now as Alex felt her contractions against her mouth and tongue, Olivia's body jerking with release from her quick orgasm.
"Ahhhh…" she sighed. "That's…nice…" she whispered.
Alex couldn't help but smile and, as she felt the final contraction along her lips and tongue, she looked up at her satiated wife and smiled, beginning to giggle.
"Yeah…it's very funny, Al…"
Alex rested her arms on her wife's upper thighs and shook her head. "Just fast, Babe. I think that might have broken your last record."
"I needed it, Al…my body…needed it…"
"Your body…" Alex kissed her way up the brunette's form, "…is my full-time job…" She kissed her right nipple and then her left. "Your body and its pleasure are part of my wifely duties. Right?" Alex watched her wife recover, her face now aligned with Olivia's, feeling her hot breath on her mouth.
Olivia opened her eyes now, a slow smile creeping along her flushed face. Alex felt her hands on her backside once more and Olivia began giggling.
"Since we were engaged, I've always wished we could just do this all the time. Every day. Just make love and not care about anything else."
"Two housewives taking the kids to school, coming home and making love, then making dinner…and making love again…"
"Baking cookies and becoming PTA president…" Olivia chuckled.
Alex shook her head. "Never you. Never us. We care too much about the cause."
Olivia nodded, her eyes tearing. "We do, Al. Both of us…we could never be stay-at-home moms." Olivia's lower lip trembled now. "This case…" Olivia pursed her lips now, her eyes tearing even more.
"I know, Liv…it's hard."
Olivia laughed lightly. "They all are, Alex. All of them."
"My big, bad detective has such a huge heart." Alex leaned in and kissed her gently.
"So does my big, bad attorney wife."
They shared a moment of just watching each other, Olivia's hand moving up to tuck a lock of hair behind Alex's ear.
"I love you, Alex. Thank you for always taking care of me…" Olivia's depleted voice was soft.
"My pleasure…I think you should get some sleep, like Uncle Sergeant Munch said."
Olivia nodded and now cupped Alex's face in her hands.
"Tomorrow's a new day, Babe. Another day to possibly get closure, right?"
Olivia nodded again.
"How's Barba doing on it?" Alex smirked.
"No one's as good as you, Al…" Olivia's eyes scanned her own, looking back and forth. "But he's managing…" She smiled.
"Managing and kicking ass are two very different things."
"Mmmmm, yes they are…"
Alex kissed her once more and then retrieved the brunette's panties from next to her. "Need these?"
Olivia smirked and took the underwear into her hand. "Over the years, I think we've learned that it's better to have at least a few articles of clothing on our persons, just in case."
"Always better. My mother always said to always be prepared for the off chance that the house could burn down or you get in a car accident and you'd be left with no clean underwear on. Then the hospital would know that you wear dirty underwear…" Alex began laughing as she watched Olivia move her legs to the side and place her feet on the floor, pulling her panties up and then sitting back down.
"Your mother…" Olivia shook her head, "…I can only hope and pray that I get to witness all of those cute little quirks repeated in you when you're seventy-years-old…"
"You have my word, Liv. You've already seen glimpses of my neuroticism…" Alex moved off of the bed now and took her lavender nightshirt from the bench at the foot and slipped it over her head.
When she turned back, Olivia was laying back down, eyes closed, mouth parted.
She smiled, knowing that she had satisfied her wife and had just made her happy in a way that only she could—loving her and showing her how much she was always appreciated and wanted.
She moved to turn the lamp off on Olivia's side, kissed her forehead gently, brought the covers up over her, and returned to her own side, ready to get some rest, herself, for the following day.
OOO
"Then she told Fin to get his hand off of her and then she said 'you think just because you caught a black rapist, he's the only one?'" Olivia took a sip of her Merlot and then cradled her wine glass in her hands. "Damn racist."
They were sitting on the patio, the atrium doors open behind them, the hot, dry breeze rustling around in swirls on this warm summer evening. The kids were busy in their rooms, doing various things, and the ladies had some time to themselves.
"I still can't believe the prosecution didn't find her guilty."
Olivia nodded. "Yeah…" She took another sip. "And when I was in the bathroom today, just before the verdict was read, she came up to me…God, I didn't want to talk to her, see her, socialize with her…" Olivia stared out across the street. "She grabbed my arm as I was going to leave, and tried to pull at my heart strings…giving me this bullshit about not having kids of her own and the look on the poor parents' faces…" Olivia took her glass to hover in front of her mouth again, "…made me sick."
Alex nodded. "But it's over now…"
Olivia's chocolate orbs pierced into her own now. "And justice wasn't served."
"Not this time, Liv…"
"Things will never change without acceptance, without understanding that we're all different, but all the same. You know?"
"I know, Liv…" Alex agreed softly.
Olivia smiled now and both looked up to watch as the street lights illuminated in the dusk, the buzzing prominent. "Remember how opposed your mother was with our engagement?" Olivia looked at her wife again. "How cold she was to both of us?"
"Yeah, I do. It was hard…"
Olivia smiled. "But she came around…"
"Yeah…I knew once she got to know you, she would love you, too." Alex reached over for the brunette's hand and interlaced her fingers. "And I was right." The blonde smiled sweetly.
"Seems so long ago, Al…"
"Fifteen years, Liv."
"And we're still going strong…" Olivia smiled.
"Better than ever, Babe…"
"Absolutely." Olivia brought the blonde's hand to her mouth and kissed it gently. "Better than ever."
"You ready to go in?"
"Yeah…" Olivia moved to stand and Alex did as well.
Alex walked into her and took her into a hug, holding her tightly. "Life isn't always perfect, Liv…" Alex pulled away now and looked at her, "…but I think we've done pretty well."
"Our little bubble on the Upper East Side…" Olivia smiled.
They each took their glasses and wrapped their arms around the other's waist and headed inside and Olivia began giggling.
"Ready for some Liv lovin' tonight?"
Alex stopped and looked at her, just inside the atrium. "Am I ready? I'm always ready."
"Well, stay ready. Cuz' once the lights go out, I'll be on you like…" Olivia looked up, giggling and thinking.
"Like Beyoncé on Jay-Z?" Alex offered, raising her eyebrows.
"No, Al…" Olivia shook her head and kissed her cheek softly, "…like me on you, Babe…Benson on Cabot…"
"Mmmmm, even better…"
They made their way inside, locking the door behind them, ready to decompress after another difficult case—one that was finally over.
Although the outcome hadn't been what had been desired, the brunette knew that her home, her family, and her wife could always make everything better, as they had always done.
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Patricia
