The kids are four and three.


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You Got Us into This and You Can Get Us Out

The Chelsea Apartments

160 East 24th Street

8:41 p.m.

Olivia watched Kayleigh Greenberg curl her finger, signaling the brunette to lean closer.

She and Alex had been at a rare evening get together for the mothers of one of the playgroups they had been a part of for a little under four months, SPOT—Social Parents of Tots. The group focused on supporting lesbian and gay parents of children under five and scheduled various play dates throughout each month and then would have one adult function each month, as well.

This had been she and Alex's second adult party since they joined four months prior and, although the blonde didn't ever feel much like coming these events, preferring to stay home and cuddle and claiming that the women in the group seemed to be overly infatuated with both of them—namely Olivia—she had begrudgingly, yet cooperatively, come along anyway. Olivia convinced her that it was a chance to get out of the house, make some new friends, and have a few glasses of wine.

Olivia looked at the dark ruby red lips of the woman mere inches from her face. Kayleigh Greenberg was an attractive woman with dark, curly hair, piercing blue eyes, and an oft-overbearing, sexual energy.

Kayleigh leaned even closer now, her mouth aligned with the brunette's ear. "I think that…" she whispered, "…you and your wife should come back to Marie and I's house for a little after party night cap." She pulled away and smiled, eyeing Olivia's mouth.

Olivia swallowed hard then, her chilled wine glass now slick in her hand, watching Kayleigh's eyes as they moved to the detective's cleavage, of which she knew to be quite overexposed that evening from the strappy, black, silk camisole she was wearing with her fitted leather, knee-length skirt and three-inch Balenciaga heels, her hair down and wavy.

Kayleigh licked her lips, her focus still on Olivia's breasts. "Since you and your wife joined the group…" her eyes finally made their way slowly up her neck and then into her own, "…my wife and I have been talking nonstop about how much we would like to have our own party some time. Just the four of us."

Olivia took a deep breath now from her spot where she was seated on the sofa. The lighting in the tiny apartment called The Chelsea on 160 east 24th street was dim, numerous candles lit all around, other couples were talking, soft saxophone music of some sort playing, the room rather warm for the August evening and now becoming even warmer from the alcohol and the brunette's current circumstance.

Olivia shifted her eyes now, past a couple of people standing behind the other sofa, to her wife who was standing at the apex of the hallway and the front door, talking to another tall blonde, her wife looking exquisitely beautiful in a kimono-type, off-white, maxi dress, creamy stilettos, standing statuesquely with white wine in her hand, her glasses off for the evening.

She felt a warm hand on her left knee now and she looked back at the now-closer woman in front of her, Kayleigh adjusting herself to press even further against her. The sofa dipped to her right now—someone on the other side of her—and she looked to find Marie there, the brunette now surrounded by half-lidded predatory eyes and smiles.

Marie inched closer, as well, and Olivia felt the petite blonde woman's fingers trail along her back now—both women currently touching her.

Olivia's gaze went back to her wife then, the blonde now taking notice, but not quite able to see what was happening from her vantage point and the people standing in her way, and the brunette stood abruptly, excusing herself briefly, before moving directly to her wife, grabbing her by the elbow, her Chardonnay sloshing, and pulling her down the short hallway and into the open bathroom, closing the door behind them and letting out a relieved breath.

"Jesus, Liv. What is it?" Alex's face was confused. "I was talking to Angela about her daughter's last visit to the pediatrician."

"Didn't you see them?" Olivia studied her wife's face, panting.

"See what? See what I knew was going to happen if we came tonight?" Alex smirked. "They were all over you, weren't they?"

Olivia let a breath out, relaxing her face. "And they're gonna be all over you, Al, if we don't get out of here as soon as we can."

Alex moved to set her clutch on the bathroom sink. She lifted the flap and removed a gold tube of lipstick before uncapping it. "So…" she pressed the stick of mauve to her top lip and swiped, "…we just leave…" She added a swipe of color to her bottom lip now and then tamped her lips together, standing erect and placing the color back in her purse. "Simple as that, Babe."

"You know who's by the door…waiting for us…"

"The same people who said they'd still be there when we left?" Alex laughed, "I don't know why any of this is surprising to you. Fortunately for me, I found the one person here who isn't interested in getting us into bed, to talk to and have a real conversation with. I told you this was a bad idea before we came. I saw that it was a bad idea at the first one of these we went to and got propositioned by these bold horny women, and I knew it would be the same story this time." She adjusted the wisps that were hanging down from her low, parted-in-the-middle chignon. She looked at Olivia. "But my wife can't pass up a good party."

Olivia took another deep breath, relaxing a little more now. "You know I love a good party and chance to dance, Al. And you're right. We should have learned the first time…the first one of these things we went to."

"It's the same type of party, Babe." Alex grabbed her chin in her hand. "A few different people, some the same. But with the same intentions as last time. The play dates might be innocent, but this group is dirty to the core when they're away from their children. As a detective, you should have seen that right away."

Olivia nodded, her face smushed. "You're right."

"I know I am." Alex leaned in and kissed her gently. "So, how are we gonna get out of here without getting accosted or you starting a fight?" Alex let go of her face and smiled.

"Or you starting a fight, Al."

"Or that." She smirked. "You know I'll defend my woman in a heartbeat."

"I know you would…" Olivia said softly.

Her wife looked absolutely beautiful that evening. She had an ethereal, goddess-like angelic quality to her, an aura surrounding her and Olivia couldn't help but just watch her for a few moments.

Alex continued, "What's going on by the door again?" She smiled, moving to sit on the closed toilet lid, gathering the fabric of the lower hem of her dress onto her lap and crossing her legs.

Olivia eyed her smooth knees and toned calves and then grinned back. She reached into her own clutch and pulled out a tube of sheer lip tint and began moving it across her lower lip. "Francine Bernowitz and Marly Bryant were at the door when we came and haven't moved. They said that they wouldn't let us leave without planning a playdate with Walter and Gary and that they wanted to show us their photos from their trip to that nudist resort on the Riviera." Olivia looked at her wife to catch her reaction.

Alex's lips were drawn inward. "You're serious, Olivia?" The blonde's eyes were pleading. "Francine Bernowitz has the body of a linebacker and Marly Bryant…well, let's just say Honey Boo-Boo comes to mind." Alex giggled.

Olivia nodded, not able to keep from beginning a slow chuckle, which turned into a full blown guffaw. "I'm sorry, Al. You're so right. Remind me why we're here again?"

Alex's eyes roamed her body now. "Because you love dressing up and a good party and looking hot, which you're currently doing this evening, Babe."

"Well, thank you. Much appreciated." Olivia winked.

Alex continued, "And I love dressing up and supporting my wife. We both like the conversation and the wine and going home and talking about it and then falling into bed and drunkenly making love. It's the whole process, Liv. We both love the social part of it." She looked back up and into her eyes. "But this bunch. Jeez, Liv…" Alex shook her head and opened her clutch again, slipping her iPhone out, pressing the home button and looking at the time. She slipped it back inside and looked back at her wife. "We could lie. How about that? Say you got called to the precinct? It's not far-fetched." She raised her eyebrows.

Olivia nodded slowly. "Good idea. I could have Fin call me in fifteen minutes, we can make our way to the door and by the time Francine and Marly get to the photos of them doing the limbo full frontal…I'll get our emergency call."

Alex nodded, as well. "Perfect plan. All I know is…you got us into this and you can get us out…so start scheming, Babe." Alex slapped her ass firmly.

Olivia winced and began rubbing her backside with her right hand and retrieving her phone from her purse with her left. "Too hard, Babe. Pleasure, not pain…" Olivia giggled, pressing all necessary buttons with her thumb only and then placing it to her ear, looking at Alex. "Project Horny Female Party Escape is now in progress." Olivia winked.

"Roger that," Alex winked back.


9:32 p.m.

"I'm on my way, Sergeant Tutuola." Olivia pressed the end call button on her phone and looked up at the two women in front of her and then her wife. "It's the 1-6. We got a call. I have to go in."

Alex scrunched her nose in disappointment at Francine and Marly and then looked back at Olivia. "What a shame. We were just getting to the best part of your trip."

"The nude wine tour and yoga classes were the best part, Alex." Francine offered. "Hey, Alex...you should stay and one of us could give you a ride home in a little while. Stay and let us show you all two-thousand pics!"

Alex looked at Olivia now. "Oh, gosh no…we have a babysitter…we told her we'd be back by ten, at the latest."

"Yeah…" Olivia hooked her elbow with her wife's. "She's a new babysitter. And good. We want to keep her." Olivia offered turning the doorknob and pulling both of them to make their way out and into the hallway of the high-rise apartments.

"O-OK? Pictures another time?" Francine offered.

Olivia held up a hand as they continued walking. "Sounds good!" She called out, their pace quickening.

"Maybe dinner next weekend?" Marly called after them, her voice getting softer from distance.

Alex spoke now, over her shoulder. "We'll be in touch!"

They both reached the elevator and, thankfully, the doors opened as soon as Olivia pressed the button. They both stepped inside, the doors closing slowly behind them, before bursting out in laughter, both doubled over with relief, with amusement.

Once their laugh session ended, Alex caught her breath, standing erect and sighing, watching as the brunette pressed the "L" before watching her wife stalk toward her. Olivia moved up to her now and pressed her belly to hers, grabbing her waist.

"That was close." Alex smiled, biting her lower lip.

Olivia nodded, a broad smile still on her face. "Too close, Babe."

Both still panting slightly, they simply looked at each other, the elevator languidly taking them down the twelve floors to the lobby.

"I'm sorry I brought you out tonight," Olivia offered.

"Did you learn your lesson?" Alex raised her eyebrows, smirking.

Olivia nodded. "I did. We should have stayed home, our babies in our arms, tucked them into bed, and then cuddled and avoided all this drama."

Alex scanned her wife's cleavage. "But you do look ravagingly-hot tonight, Babe. Total ten." She eyed her wife's wild, wavy tresses, smelled her perfume and shampoo. "I can't wait to be alone with you. Make love to you. Have you all to myself."

"Me neither, Al. I'm yours and you're mine. Forever." Olivia grinned.

"Absolutely. Forever."

Olivia smirked. "So…I should wear this outfit on our next night in?" Olivia smiled.

"Please do…" Alex husked.

Olivia leaned in and pressed her lips to her own just as the doors opened.

The lobby was empty, save for the doorman. The brunette held her hand out and Alex placed hers into it as they exited the elevator, eyes still watching the other, heading home to the rest of their family, to their marital abode, and spend time together as only the two of them could.

And nothing compared with that.


Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

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***Revised author's note:

1 chapter left.

Every chapter, I see these beautiful, amazing women when I write, see their faces, bodies, mannerisms, and write based on that. Mariska Hargitay is admirable in all areas of her life She is one of the most beautiful women on TV today and, from what we see in her real life, has an amazing heart.

When I write, I see them. They are there. Glances, nuances, loose hairs and all.

It might not take me long to write a chapter (it never has) but know that I put my heart and soul into writing them, and have put my heart and soul all along, into each one I write.

Although it will be sad to write one more, my final chapter, I see it is necessary now. The small handful of people who faithfully review every single time are my heroes. You get humanity. You get emotion. You get reciprocation. You get that it is important in the circle of life, the scheme of things.

But it's the amazing readers that take 30-60 seconds to type in what they thought continuously. You are my heart. You are my reason.

I told you I would write long author's notes and count on another one for the last chapter, showing appreciation and love for these two characters and the family they've built once again.

Until the next, last chapter. Thank you for indulging me and my candid mind.

Patricia