Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Trigger warnings: None
Evocations: III
She goes to court just to watch her. Normally, an afternoon spent in court was akin to being sentenced to watch paint dry - which, of course, made Olivia's reaction to Alexandra at work even more aberrant.
Though, as it was, most things with Alex had been aberrant for Liv, so far.
If anyone had pop quizzed her on the case she was watching play out, Olivia would have been caught all the way out. Cabot's voice was the only voice that she was paying attention to, along with her footsteps across the court floor … her unbelievably long legs that disappeared under her impeccable suit, and her profile when she turned to the jury.
Shifting on the unforgiving wooden seat, Liv found herself wet between the thighs, surprising herself in spite of knowing why she'd sat in, in the first place. Alex was seated again, at the prosecutor's desk, so Olivia saw only shoulders and long sleek blonde hair.
She wondered if she knew that she was there, watching. It was impossible to tell, as Alex was too disciplined to make eye contact with the gallery, reserving her smug satisfaction or her severity for the jury and the witness box.
At long last, it was over, and Liv escaped the courtroom before discovering if Cabot had seen her - hurrying out into the warm, late Summer air on the courthouse steps. A deep breath filled her lungs with anticipation, with the prospect of sharing something with someone.
"Detective."
Alex's voice came from behind her, and the single word fragmented Liv's recovery, setting up a throb in her clit. Liv slid her sunglasses down and off, turning to face her.
"Counselor," she nodded.
"Palmetti's," the blonde said. "Shall we say eight?"
Olivia didn't need to be told what she was referring to; she had been carrying the business card Alex had scribbled the word on for almost two weeks, tracing her finger over the letters, mouthing it when she was lost in thought, or imagining what Alexandra's eyes would look like when she came undone.
"There's no way the jury came back just like that," Olivia responds.
"No," Alex says slowly, and her gaze lingers on the brunette's lips, "but they will. And in plenty of time for drinks at eight."
Liv's heart pounds. "Eight, then," she smirks.
Alexandra takes a single step down, and it changes their height just enough to bring her mouth to the height of Liv's ear. Turning her head, she murmurs, "I like to be fashionably late," and then continues down the stairs as if she hadn't spoken at all, disappearing into the crowd before Olivia even stops shivering.