Rating: MA, NSFW
Spoilers: None that are specific
Trigger warnings: outdoor sex
Evocations: VII
Fall was a rumor that had been whispering its way across the city, and there were hints of this just beginning to touch the trees in Central Park. Olivia couldn't remember the last time just holding hands with someone had enthralled her this way - high school, perhaps?
Full dark was just settling over the city, and the park was quieter than usual, as it was early in the week. Liv was prepared to listen to Alexandra babble on about any topic that struck her, for as long as a path lay ahead of them. As they rounded a turn, however, the statuesque blond stopped short, letting go of Liv's hand. She scratched her fingernails over her scalp, pulling out a few bobby pins here and there, then shook her locks free.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air, eyes closed, a small smile on her face as she listened to the sounds of the city winding down. Olivia held her own breath in her aching chest, wondering if falling in love could be sensed as acutely as this moment she was in, and bookmarked for future reference.
Alex opened her eyes, still smiling, and turned off the path they had been walking, starting instead for a copse of trees where the dark was thickest. After a few steps, she turned back to Liv who was rooted in place, and crooked a finger for the brunette to follow her. Somehow, Olivia forced her feet to move, and she advanced, her heart hammering at her ribs.
Winding her way into the stand of trees, Liv kept her eyes trained on the flash of Alex's blonde hair, the only thing still reflecting light. As she stepped carefully over a large root that was lifted out of the ground, Alexandra's hand closed over the material of Liv's shirt, yanking her forcefully against the length of her body, which was braced against the wide trunk of a tree.
They were so similar in height that everything lined up in startling symmetry - eyes, breasts, hips, groins. She'd been wrong - there was also light catching in Alex's blue eyes, and the challenge that Olivia saw in them was powerful and terrifying. But it was a challenge, without a doubt; a test to determine how far she would follow the blonde into the proverbial deep end.
Go ahead, Liv thought, swim in me, Counselor.
Their lips brushed, teasingly light, then the rake of Alex's teeth as she bit Liv's bottom lip. Olivia devoured the moan that followed as she took the ADA's mouth without mercy. They hadn't kissed since the morning in Alex's office, and their bodies sung with the relief of touching.
Liv slotted a knee between Alex's legs and hoisted her up the tree trunk, urging her long, pale legs around her waist. Their kisses were open, wet, ruining lipstick and leaving nipped bruises in their wake. When Alexandra had to break for air, her fingers clutched the brunette's cropped hair and pulled, hard.
"Fuck," Liv hissed.
Alex laughed breathlessly, putting her head back against tree bark, and Olivia dove for the expanse of her throat. Her hands squeezed between their bodies and scooped Alex's silky soft breasts out of the top of her dress, palming the light pink nipples as she dropped her mouth into the valley of her cleavage.
She worked each nipple into a tight, pouty peak then dragged her tongue back up to Alex's neck, her breathing ragged. Suddenly vulnerable, she couldn't meet her eyes, so she muffled into the blonde's shoulder, "I don't … I can't fuck this up, Alex."
Alexandra touched the back of Olivia's neck, and when she could, she slid her hand under the brunette's chin, tipping up until their eyes met.
"My body wants you as badly as my heart does," she murmured.
Olivia groaned, taking her mouth in another devastating kiss, letting a hand trail up Alex's bare outer thigh until it slid under the dress that was pooled at her waist.
She was naked beneath, and soaked with desire.
Liv trembled at the discovery, dragging her fingers through the abundant slickness. "God, Alex," she panted.
The sound that left Alexandra when Liv sank two fingers into her was ethereal. Olivia could feel her hard clit, pressed against the heel of her palm, her wetness getting all over her hand. It was as desperate, as risky, as animalistic as she had ever been; fucking Alex felt like breathing.
The blonde's nails were embedded in the back of Liv's neck as she took short, shallow bounces on her fingers, the tree trunk scraping against Liv's jacket as she moved up and down.
"O-liv-ia," she enunciated on a sigh.
Liv pulled her thumb onto Alex's clit and rubbed in tight circles as she counter-thrusted against her bounces.
"Bite me," Alexandra whimpered quietly. Liv raised her head in surprise and the feral blonde chuckled. "You heard me."
Heat flushed through Olivia wildly as she bit into Alex's shoulder as hard as she dared. The blonde shattered in response, coming tightly around the fingers buried in her dripping wet cunt, fingers tearing at short, dark hair.
The world was long minutes creeping back to the two women's acknowledgement. Liv stroked blonde hair as she trailed soft kisses along Alex's jawline. She could hear the breeze rustling leaves high above them, and the sound here and there of tiny creatures bedding down for the night as her nostrils filled with the scent of Alex's perfume and their sweat.
. .
The next morning, as Olivia arrives at her desk, she finds a coffee from her favorite shop on her desk. Beneath it a note is tucked that reads, I owe you one, Detective, andis sealed with Alex's lip print.