Rating: T
Spoilers: None for part II
Trigger warnings: None for part II
Evocations: II
The second time they meet, it's in the bullpen of the one-six, and Benson has the homecourt advantage. She hasn't laid eyes on the tall blonde since the day in the courthouse hallway, but that doesn't mean that she hasn't been taking up space in Liv's head.
As soon as she enters the room, Olivia feels the pull inside of herself; that pull she hasn't felt in a long time, for either a man or a woman. Alexandra Cabot has an X factor that makes Olivia curious. The blonde is an uncommon blend of brains and guts, buttoned down and yet still so plainly, deliciously sexy … Benson knew without really knowing that Alex would melt like sugar on her tongue and moan like a cat in heat.
"Detective Benson," Cabot smiles, stopping alongside Liv's desk. Olivia blushes, caught out in her dirty thoughts. "We meet again."
"Imagine that," Liv grins back, and across the desks, she is aware of Elliot eyeing her with amusement.
"It seems we may be working together, after all," the blonde continues. She is close enough that Liv can smell her perfume, and it just adds to the intoxication.
Everything feminine in Alex enhanced the masculine qualities that Olivia had been trying to tamp down since leaving the Academy. Liv felt tossed into a 50s pulp novel when the ADA came in the room - always poised to pull out a chair, get a coffee, hold a door. It made Liv dizzy with a sense of pride and pleasure.
"That's great news," Olivia beams, "we've been in need of a good ADA."
"Good?" Alex smirks, "Oh, Benson, don't mark me low so fast. I think you'll discover that I'm much better than good."
The double entendre in her words send a buzz through Liv. She got to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah? That's good to hear." The hairs on her forearms rose, nipples hardened inside her shirt as if her body had been responding to the blonde for years.
"Win your first case with us, and I'll owe you a drink."
When Olivia heard her own words back, not just inside her head, a flush colored her cheeks in excitement and embarrassment. She chewed the inside of her cheek in the pause that followed.
Alex leaned over Liv's desk and grabbed a pen, then one of the detective's business cards. She scribbled on the back of it, and then handed it off. It wasn't a phone number, as anticipated.
"What's this?"
"The name of my favorite place for drinks." Alex started in the direction of Cragen's office, then called back over her shoulder, "You'll be needing it."