Monday
"So," Amanda begun as she entered her Commanding Officer's office, shutting the door behind her, and starting towards the chairs Olivia kept in front of her desk. "I've known you for eight years, and I've never seen you clock out before sun down," she smirked, noticing Olivia's annoyed roll of the head. "Who are you and what have you done to Olivia?"
Olivia laughed, leaning back against her chair. "I'm Captain now," she begun with a shrug of her shoulder. "I get to come and go as I please."
"Sure, Liv, and I hate danger," she came back with a smirk. Olivia sighed, letting the silence deflect the topic at play until Amanda sat across from her, "Come on, Olivia. We are friends, you know…"
Olivia stared at Amanda's smooth alabaster skin. There had been a point in her life where the younger detective had driven her insane, but it wasn't because she didn't like her, it was because Olivia was hurting. She had just lost Elliot, she'd been assigned a new partner, and here Rollins was, fumbling and stumbling behind her like a lost puppy. The last thing Olivia needed back then, was someone sitting her so high up in a pedestal that she couldn't see her feet.
Olivia had been hurting, and she'd been a complete and utter asshole to the young detective. She had taken all the anger she was feeling because of Elliot and had taken it out on both Nick and Rollins. They had more than understood when it came to her short temper, yet she continued to shut down idea after idea, suggestion after suggestion, especially from the blonde detective.
Eventually, she eased up, allowed for Amanda to slowly creep in. No matter how much Rollins infuriated her, drove her up a wall with her knack for danger, she'd found herself gaining a soft spot for her. Trevor had been right when he'd said that she'd been emotionally unavailable when talking about Rollins. Olivia had felt… something for the young blonde, yet never allowed herself to let it grow. She knew what falling in love with women had done to her; she knew what falling in love with women meant, too. It was different than falling in love with a man for her. Everything she felt she would feel on a deep-seated level, to the point it hurt, to the point that she'd be one with them.
She couldn't handle that then, not when she was just getting over Elliot. Falling in love with a woman meant falling in love with their soul, their entire essence as opposed to the possibility of what they could or couldn't bring to the table. It was blinding, an inexplicable phenom of sorts. It had been that way with Alex, it had been that way with Casey, and it was proving to be the same with Amanda, then. She hadn't wanted to fall for the woman, but here she existed in all her beauty and rawness, and Olivia would've been a fool not to fall for her.
Falling in love with a man was more practical in Olivia's eyes. She knew what her role was and she knew, no matter what, she would always be safe.
Safe with a woman didn't exist. It was reckless, everything about it was dangerous and unpredictable, and she lived for that sense of thrill. She never knew what to expect when loving a woman, because as a volatile, unpredictable being herself, she knew that it was true of many of her shared sex. She loved the feeling of being with women, loved how falling in love felt with women, and most importantly, she loved how equally reciprocated that love was for her.
In the end, she'd been… proud that she had been able to conceal her feelings for Amanda. It's not that she wasn't attractive or respectable; it's just that she now knew that it might've been a recipe for disaster. Amanda was new and foreign, something she hadn't seen before, and who knows if she'd had reciprocated Olivia's feelings in the end. Admiration could often times be confused for a crush, and Olivia was not about to find out which was which and face another heartbreak if it wasn't the one she desired most.
They'd opted for a friendship, a beautiful friendship in the end.
They were mothers now, single mothers, and their own support system. Of course that underlay of tension could still be felt, and if they both allowed for it, they would toe that fine line of flirtatiousness, but always innocently.
Olivia smirked, shaking her head at her blonde subordinate, "I have a date."
Amanda raised her brow, leaning back on the chair, "Who is it? Do I know them?"
"Rollins—"
"Don't," she said, effectively silencing Olivia's protest.
Olivia shook her head, "It's Langan."
Amanda perked up in her seat, bouncing with excitement just like Noah did when Olivia would allow him to have an extra scoop of ice cream after dinner. "Wait, what? When did this happen?"
Olivia pushed up against her desk, launching herself into the events of the last two days. Amanda listened, awarding little to no commentary, basking in her superior's excitement. She longed for Olivia's smile and happiness; it'd been long overdue.
Once Rafael left, Olivia was never the same. Her smile never reached her eyes anymore, but seeing her talk about Langan, about how much of a gentleman he truly was, how much he made Noah smile, how he'd managed to elicit in her things she thought dead had Amanda hoping for something more. For her… for her girls, she wanted it.
It looked good on her: happiness, for once. And, it's not that she wasn't already happy, on the contrary, but this was a different kind of happiness. It reeked of love, and she couldn't wait to be contaminated. She smiled, shaking her head, feeling her heart burst at Olivia's contentment. She deserved this.
Amanda bit her lip, basking in the airy ambience created. "I'm happy for you, Liv," she smiled.
"I kind of keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, 'Manda. And, I know, it's silly, but given my track record…"
"I know, Liv, but sometimes…" she sighed, scratching at her brow in nervousness, "… sometimes you can be your own saboteur."
Olivia pouted, nodding solemnly. Amanda was right, she did have knack for self-sabotaging at times. It had happened with Brian, after the entire Lewis fiasco, and it had happened again with Tucker. Whenever things were starting to get too good, she'd get this urge, this feel, and in one way or another, it would end. Whether it was by her doing or destiny cosigning with her, it would end. She didn't mean to do it, but she could say some things about willing things her way.
"I know, I know," she sighed. "I want this to work. I'm going to make this work."
Amanda hummed, smirking knowingly. "If anyone knows how to make something work, it's you, Liv," she encouraged, coming to a stand. "I know you won't fuck this up," she said cockily, turning to approach the door. As she was about to slip out, she turned, curling her fingers around the edge of the door, "It looks good on you, Captain."
Olivia narrowed her eyes as she spoke, "What does?"
Without missing a beat, Amanda answered, "Happiness."
Olivia smiled, watching as Amanda disappeared through her office door. Happiness probably did look good on her, but it felt even better. That sudden feel of feeling light and airy she knew would become a drug. It was the first part of falling in love, she recognized it anywhere, could notice the signs from a mile away. She'd felt this way before, and back then, she'd ran at the first sign of it, but now, now she'd bask in it. And, she did, she walked out of her precinct with an extra pep in her step, eager to leave and get home to her boy, even if just for a little bit.
She couldn't remember the last time she felt this way, so eager to get home just to leave it again. Dates had become a burden to her, something she did to take the edge off, just like going to the range. It was just to keep her oiled, on top of the game. Yes, it sounded… harsh, but after going on date after endless date, she just did so to take her mind off of things.
She never went on a date with the idea that this person was coming in to rescue her, be her Prince Charming, or whatever it was they thought she was looking for. Plus, it never seemed to work out. If the first date ended without interruptions, once they knew the type of work she did, those that didn't lean in too close, or pull so far back they'd fall out of their chair, eventually, the conversation would ensue; the same conversation that she could do on a monologue just to save them, and her, some time.
This time, she knew it was different; she could feel it, too. Trevor already knew her job, he'd had the privilege of working side by side with her, and she didn't have to worry about him leaning too close or pulling further back. She could actually sit down with him, learn about him, have him learn about her, and actually engage in conversation without having to fall in the customary one that would often happen in dates when trying to get to know the person sitting across from you. That advantage they already had, they knew each other's public life, so now, they could easily avoid any shoptalk or topics like scandalous news. They dealt with scandals left and right, whether public or not, a day in the life of any of them had enough impropriety to write a soap opera.
Whilst Olivia enjoyed a boisterous dinner with her son in her apartment, Trevor had been shaking with excitement all day. The kiss from the prior night had given him such fuel, that he hadn't been able to fall asleep immediately when getting to his home. He had lain awake; smiling at the ceiling of his bedroom, letting himself feel how much Olivia made him feel for the first time in a long time. He had tossed and turned, hugging a pillow to his chest and imagining it was her, though nothing in his apartment smelled like Olivia or was as soft as her lips and hair… not even his four-hundred dollars organic Indian cotton sheets. Yet, he had no qualms in trading every sheet set he owned just to have her in his arms, even if only for one night.
In all his thinking from the prior night—and now—he'd come to the conclusion that if this didn't work out, he'd close up shop for good. If he couldn't have Olivia, then he wouldn't have anyone else. He wanted her and her alone, and though it was rather precipitate, he knew that even if he did try with someone else, and even if he did come to care for them, his entire being wouldn't be invested in the other person. He would just be settling for the 'next best thing' out there instead of what he really wanted, and how could that be fair?
How could that be fair for him or them? It wouldn't be. He recognized that maybe he had stepped into this with his heart beating out of his chest, exposed for her to take and hurt, and he didn't even know for sure if she had a sliver of an ounce when it came to being attracted to him. He knew nothing, yet he expected so much out of this that jarring was the only correct word befitting for all that he felt.
Eye opening would be the wrong term, his eyes were open and he knew all that he risked when saying that seven days would be enough for Olivia and him to form a bond as strong as the one he'd grown up with in his household.
What had he been thinking?
Had he lost his mind?
Seven days. A week.
He'd taken six months before finally settling on his apartment and there were days where he would wake and find himself almost regretting the decision. But, this was different. This was Olivia. Eighteen years, and his breath still caught in his throat when she would smile, and now that those smiles were finally directed at him, he couldn't get enough. Olivia was slowly becoming the most dangerous of vices, and he was not stopping his body any longer from trying to consume her in her raw and purest form.
Trevor Langan was nothing if not punctual. At seven thirty on the dot, he was knocking on the Benson's door. There was shuffling and some indistinct conversation before he heard Noah's muffled voice through the door. He chuckled, laughing his name when the door automatically opened. The person who greeted him wasn't Olivia, but a young woman with deep green eyes and luscious dark hair.
"Hi, you must be Lucy?" he said with a smile.
The girl nodded, opening the door so that he could step in further, "Yes, and you must be Mr. Langan."
"Guilty as charged," he replied, receiving the impending body of Noah at his legs. "Hey there, pipsqueak."
Noah giggled, "I'm not pipsqueak!"
Trevor elevated the hand from the boy's curls to his forehead, "Kind of are."
Noah shook his head, "Mom said she's almost ready."
Trevor nodded and trained his stare on Lucy. The girl was eyeing him with a knowing smile and arms crossed. "Noah, why don't you go and pick out your pajamas," she finished with a smile and an eyebrow raise, leaving no room for protest. Once Noah was safely out of earshot, her eyes lingered on the hallway, making sure Olivia wasn't approaching, "So, big plans for the night, Mr. Langan?"
"Please, call me Trevor. And, sort of, just trying to have some fun tonight; she deserves it," he finished almost bashfully.
Lucy nodded, smiling at the tall man, "She's a great woman… Trevor. Don't hurt her."
Before Trevor could offer his response, Olivia spoke: "Trevor, hi."
He turned around slowly, taking his time in drinking her in.
She looked most astonishing in her chosen ensemble of powder blue dress with A-line midi skirt and Queen Anne neckline with capped sleeves. In her hands she held a silver envelope clutch bag and on her feet shoes to match. Her hair was parted beautifully down the middle and her hair lacked her signature waves, yet her beauty never ceased.
They both stood, inches apart, breathing slowly, and smiling bashfully. Neither knew what to say or how to react. Trevor's monochromatic navy ensemble had left Olivia speechless and breathless. He'd forfeited the idea of a tie and the top buttons of his navy dress shirt were undone, revealing wisps of chest hair. The watch on his left wrist complimented the length of his suit jacket, and the tailoring his pants had, had been immaculate for his tall frame.
Lucy smirked and shook her head at the fools in front of her. She cleared her throat and that seem to jolt the idiots in the room out of their trance. "You look beautiful, Liv," Trevor complimented, taking a step forward, leaning down to kiss once more the corner of her mouth.
Olivia hitched a breath, placing a hand to his chest, "As do you, Counselor."
Trevor bit his lip, running his hand down the lapel of his jacket, clearing his throat before turning to Lucy, "Thank you for staying, Lucy. I—I hope I'm not making Olivia inconvenience you in any way."
Lucy shook her head, "Not at all. Go have fun you two!"
Trevor raised his hand, allowing Olivia to walk in front of him before she turned, "Saying goodbye to Noah?" Olivia scoffed and nodded, closing her eyes in slight embarrassment. "Go, I'll be here waiting."
It took less than a minute for Olivia to go and say goodbye to her son. The boy had been picking out his pajamas and was now on his way to the bathroom in order to go through his bath routine.
It wasn't long before the both of them were sat in Trevor's SUV on their way to enjoy their night together. They rode quietly at first, each too nervous for words, but then Olivia couldn't stop staring at his side profile, the way his scruff was neatly painted on his jaw, and most importantly how even at this time of the evening, when the sun was still gently setting, his eyes had never ceased their shine. Her eyes had raked all over his face and stopped at his mouth, where she noticed the curl of his lips.
"You're staring, Captain," Trevor said, glancing quickly at her and back at the road ahead of him.
Olivia turned her head, facing the window. She smiled, biting her lip surreptitiously, "You've no proof of it."
"Actually, I do."
"Admissible?" she asked with a swivel of her head, watching him nod. "Then, I'll get an ADR."
Trevor snorted, "I'll file an appeal."
"Oh, trust me. I know plenty a judge who would be honored to see me for a bench trial, Langan."
"Burden of proof, Captain," he smirked.
"What about the exclusionary rule?" she asked quietly, watching as he narrowed his eyes.
They'd stopped at a red, and Trevor took this opportunity from their playful banter to look at her. She had the most beautiful rogue smile on her lips, and her eyes shone with sportive mischief. Another moment he could bank where Olivia Benson wasn't as rigid and stone cold as her usual self. She was smiling, teeth showing, and cheeks covered in a beautiful pink hue. He hadn't notice the light turn green, too mesmerized and enthralled by her effortless beauty. He smiled, watching her worry her lip. He would never tire of being enraptured by the comeliness of her face.
"You can go now," she murmured with a smirk.
He husked his chuckle, clearing his throat before easing on the gas pedal. He pursed his lips, running his thumb across his bottom lip. "So, you're the defendant?"
Olivia shrugged, crossing her legs, "Yes, and I am in need of counsel."
Trevor hummed, "Ooh, I think you're going to have to go pro se on this one, Olivia."
Olivia giggled, shaking her head. "I'll let you win… this time," Trevor shook his head, maneuvering the vehicle through the busy streets. "You're wearing your glasses. I like them."
"Glasses your thing?" he asked with a quick glance to his right.
"You could say that," she responded vaguely. She waited for him to respond or move, but neither happened so she continued with her reverie, "So, where are you taking me?"
"Cocktail party in Kensington. A college buddy of mine has them every other month, just to catch up."
"So, is that your plan?" Trevor smirked, raising a brow. "To get me drunk?"
"You know what my plan is, Olivia. I don't plan on changing it any time soon."
Ever since he'd left Olivia's apartment he'd had Lucy's words reverberating in his brain, 'don't hurt her'. Oh Lucy, if you only knew… He didn't dream of hurting her. And, if he ever did, it wouldn't be intentional. He couldn't begin to fathom the thought of ever hurting Olivia. Who could think such devastating notion? He knew the type of grief she'd gone through, why would he add to it?
He planned on being Noah and Olivia's beacon of hope, a shining light, a source of everlasting happiness and laughter. He wanted to be their rock, the person they got to lean on when times were hard, and the person they trusted with their aggravations. He wanted Noah to come to him with all the difficult questions a growing boy could possibly have, he wanted Olivia to yell for him when she didn't know the answer to something… that's all he wanted.
In a matter of minutes, they arrived to a street crowded with quaint looking brownstones lined on both sides of the streets. The branches on the trees seemed connected, a massive canopy above them, and as they walked hand-in-hand together, at Trevor's insistence, Olivia leant on him just so that she could gaze at the pink, orange, and yellow hues of the sky above her through the leaves and branches. They climbed the steps, and suddenly Olivia felt a rush of panic course through her. She was meeting Trevor's friends, people that mattered in his life, and as what exactly would she be introduced?
His date?
His girlfriend?
A friend?
Nervousness coursed through her entire being to the point that she had missed the entire interaction with whoever had answered the call box and had now given them access into their dwelling. She had thought that the entirety of the brownstone belonged to one person, but as she strode through the entry-way and what seemed to be a coat room, she noticed the three metal boxes installed in the wall to her right; more people lived here. It was a building unit that only had three apartments in its entirety. She swallowed, releasing a shaky breath before Trevor turned to face her.
"Are you ok?" he smiled at her, and suddenly, all of her worries seemed for naught.
She returned his smile with one of her own and an eager nod.
He squeezed her hand in his and turned to his left where a single door stood. He pushed it open, giving view to beautiful red oak floors and modern décor. The music playing was reminiscent of a martini bar she had visited with Alex many a moon ago back when they were dating. It was fitting to the scene unfolding in front of her. There were men and women, sitting and standing all through the beautiful open area of the living area. The kitchen was to their right, decorated in chocolate tiling and accents, white oak cabinets and bench, and finished beautifully with white marble countertops. As Trevor guided her through the small crowd towards the kitchen, she could admire the paintings on the wall, until they stopped at the squeal of a woman.
She was beautiful, stunning, and petite. Olivia could automatically feel the loss of Trevor's manly hand encasing her small one to wrap his arms around the woman that had bolted from her spot to greet her tall escort. She had beautiful toasty skin, round hazel eyes, and her hair in long curls. She looked to be about their age, yet her youth had been preserved beautifully. Olivia watched with intent as the woman in front of her continuously squealed and bounced with joy, letting her hands linger over Trevor's arms and chest.
Trevor cleared his throat, taking a step back, and wrapping his arm around Olivia's frame. "Liv, I'd like for you to meet the most annoying soul in my life, Professor Tabitha Davis of Columbia University," he said, pulling her into his side. "Tibby, this is Captain Olivia Benson of the NYPD."
Olivia smiled, extending her arm for the woman to take when suddenly she found herself enraptured in a tight hug that smelled of oranges and… licorice. "I'm sorry, Captain," she begun with a squeal, "I am a hugger. And, I cannot shake the hand of the woman this dumbass doesn't seem to shut up about."
Olivia chuckled, squeezing her arms together, "Well, in that case, hug away."
Trevor shook his head, "Really, Tibby? The one thing I asked you not to do…"
"Hush," she said authoritatively as she turned to Olivia. "What's your unit, Captain?"
"Please, call me Olivia. And, I handle the Special Victims Unit in Manhattan."
Tabitha brought her hands to her chest. "Trev…" she breathed out.
Without missing a beat, Olivia continued: "And, you, what do you teach?"
She sighed with an unsuspecting longing before smiling, "I am a Psychology professor."
"Wow, beautiful. My mother was an English professor at Hudson University."
"Beauty and brains," Tabitha mused with a wink towards Trevor. "Do you happen to have a card on you, Olivia? I would love to give you a call and possibly schedule a talk with my students on trauma and the brain. That—That's only if you're interested."
Olivia smiled, looking up at Trevor, and turning to regard Tabitha. "Sure!" she searched through her clutch, handing one of the few cards she always kept with her to Tabitha. "It would be an honor, thank you!"
Tabitha looked at the card with appreciation, "Oh, nonsense! Come, let me introduce you to my wife and hand you the menu for the night."
Olivia looked up, shocked beyond measure at the words that had left the woman's mouth not that long ago. She expected many things, but Tabitha a gay woman was as far from her mind as she could imagine. Of course she knew not to judge a book by its cover, she'd gone through the same scrutiny before, and bestowing it upon someone without knowing had her cringing uncomfortably at herself. She had chanced a glance at Trevor, noting the subtle smile on his face, and she knew then what he was thinking. She rolled her eyes, slapping his arm playfully before starting behind Tabitha.
Tabitha had stopped a few inches away from a group of men and women, laughing, and chatting boisterously. She beckoned a well-built woman over dressed similarly to Trevor with the most stunning strawberry blonde hair. Tabitha was seemingly shorter than both Olivia and the woman that had joined their renewed conversation so she fit beautifully under the other woman's arm.
"Olivia, meet the love of my life, my wife, Sienna Ashton," Tabitha introduced.
Sienna coughed, choking on her drink, and looked from Trevor to Olivia to Tabitha to Trevor. "Olivia, as in your Olivia?" Sienna grinned, stepping to Trevor. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "God, he grew the balls! Oh, excuse me, Olivia," she apologized quickly. "You just don't know… it's a pleasure," she finished, hugging the woman.
"Pleasure is all mine," Olivia replied. "Seems to be as if you all knew about this crush way before I did," she quipped, watching as Trevor rubbed at his jaw, attempting to hide his growing flush. Olivia bit her lip, finally watching as Trevor shrugged innocently. She shook her head, turning to regard the pair, "What do you do?"
"I am a developer," she stated simply. "And, yourself?"
"I'm a cop, and I can tell who was in charge of the décor here. Your home is beautiful!" Olivia awarded, glancing around.
"Oh, you're not just a cop, Olivia," Tabitha cut in before Trevor had the chance to. "Baby, she's Captain of SVU."
Sienna smirked, "Beautiful and humble, I can see why you're so head over heels for her, Trev."
Trevor smiled at the ground as Sienna snickered. Before any of the adults could comment on anything, two young boys approached the women, clinging to their hips, and begging for dessert. "Boys," Tabitha soothed, "don't be rude."
The boys turned, smiling at Olivia and Trevor. They bore a beautiful resemblance to the women in front of them and Sienna was the one to introduce them. "This is Bentley, our eldest and Finley, our youngest," she placed a hand on each of the boy's head as she spoke.
Trevor had already crouched to hug the boys and Olivia had extended her hand to shake each of their hands. Sienna excused herself with her children when Tabitha spoke again. "Help yourself to anything you please and if you want a drink, Marcel at the bar has the drink menu. Please mingle, Trevor knows mostly everyone in the room. Oh," she said, leaning into Olivia, "and stay away from Elsa Slater, she's always wanted Trevor," Tabitha finished with an eye roll and smile.
"Jesus," Trevor mused. "I am so—"
"I like them," Olivia said, approaching the bar in the far corner of the kitchen. Marcel handed her the drink menu and she stepped to the side as others approached him to place their drink orders.
She stood next to Trevor, eyeing the contents of the menu. There were four drinks on the menu, each beautifully crafted with different spirits. Trevor hummed at the last of the options, a Ward Eight. Olivia continued to eye the contents, not really sure if she wanted rum and brandy or gin and dry vermouth. One had a highly suggestive name, and the other, was as simple as it came yet she went with the one she knew would have Trevor squirming in his shoes.
"Ready?" he asked and she nodded. They approached Marcel, "I'll have the dub-Eight."
Trevor looked down at Olivia when she smirked, handing Marcel the laminated sheet, "And, I'll have Between the Sheets."
Trevor hummed, "Really?"
Olivia took a step to Trevor, tilting her chin so that she had a better look at him, "Really."
Trevor walked with Olivia on his arm as if she were the most important being in that room. There was no soul left in the small stretch from the kitchen to the living room that she didn't now know. It felt good to be shown, paraded around in a beautiful man's arm just for the sake of a great time. Tabitha had later stolen her from him with the excuse that Trevor as 'hogging' her, but she just wanted someone to talk to, Olivia noticed.
There was something she couldn't stop thinking about, the way Sienna had said 'your Olivia' as if she'd… belonged to Trevor. At first, it had taken her by surprise, but after giving it some thought she figured that belonging to someone or someplace had never been something she'd experienced before on a personal level.
Of course she belonged at the one-six, as its commanding officer, and as its most valuable member, but belonging to someone… that had never crossed her mind before. One would think that one's parents would give you that sense of belonging, but she hadn't belonged to her mother. In order to belong you must be wanted, and Serena hadn't want Olivia. Olivia was… a crutch of sorts for her mother, there for solidarity and a wicked sense of companionship. Olivia knew she was a burden of some type to her, and when she had wanted to rid her of it, Serena had fought tooth and nail to keep her daughter with her.
Not the same as belonging, and though at first Olivia had hated her for it, now she could look up at the sky and thank her for it. Not belonging for so much time often times felt as if she would never find her place in the world, until she stumbled upon the Special Victims Unit. There she was loved, she was needed, and she was an asset and an equal to her team.
Elliot and her belonged.
They were the unit's dream team for quite some time, until Fin came along. Yet, belonging with Elliot didn't feel the same as what she felt now. Not belonging had taught her that. Elliot had loved her, yes; had needed her, of course; but an equal? Even if she could deny the fact that he never made her feel as such, she still felt as if he was better than her in so many ways. He had what she wanted. He had what she needed. And, for a long time, part of her couldn't exist without him.
Not belonging had taught her many things, but one thing it had failed to teach her: how she would feel once she properly belonged. She felt invincible, like she could walk on fire and fly. Olivia, though an independent woman, and proud of said fact, wanted nothing more than to always be known as Trevor's Olivia. She suddenly didn't want to be known for her many accomplishments in victim advocacy and her work in ending the backlog of untested rape kits, she didn't want to be known for being the beautiful, fearless detective with a heart of gold, and iron fists, she didn't want to be known as the commanding officer of an elite police unit, because suddenly, none of that matter. All that mattered now was the little boy tucked away in her apartment across the Manhattan Bridge, and the fact that she could be known as Trevor's Olivia.
She was his.
Through the course of the time, they'd separated, and the room had suddenly begun playing a lively game of something. Olivia had been standing behind the couch, nursing her drink when she caught sight of the tall man by the stairs. She smiled at him and he winked, giving his head a quick cock to the side, signaling her to follow him downstairs. They glanced around before Trevor begun down the steps and Olivia slowly slipped away from the crowd.
From the main level she followed him down what she knew to be was the bedroom portion and another level more they found each other to be in what looked like a basement. There was a beautiful cherry wood apartment baby grand piano in the corner of the room surrounded by a lavish couch and a few chaises. Trevor reveled in the way Olivia's eyes sparkled at the sight of the grand machinery of the room.
"Are you having fun?" he asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Yes—Yes, thank you!" Trevor nodded, tilting his head towards the piano.
They walked carefully between the furniture of the room and Trevor sat on the duet bench, lifting the fallboard to reveal its keys. "You play," Olivia stated, attempting to mean it more as a question than as a fact.
"I do."
Olivia hummed, watching as Trevor positioned his fingers over the keys and slowly begun to play a soft, melodious tune. She smiled, supporting her weight against the piano. "You've known them for a long time? Tabitha and Sienna, I mean."
Trevor smiled, looking up at her, never ceasing the dancing of his fingers over the keys. "Yes," he sighed. "I met Tibby in class our freshman year. You saw how she was when she saw me? That's exactly how she's been since the day I met her. She had a music scholarship for Harvard."
"Did she teach you how to play?" Olivia asked behind the lip of her glass and Trevor chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced down at the keys. "Oh, don't be shy now! You brought me down here to show off."
Trevor snorted, pressing on the keys somewhat forcefully, transitioning the melody beautifully into another piece she couldn't quite recognize. "Yes, she did. Even though she had a full-ride to attend Harvard, she still needed money for other expenses. She was beginning to fail one of the two classes we took together so I extended my help. She didn't have much time to pick up the grade so in turn, she got fired from her part time job," Trevor looked up at Olivia, fully engrossed in the story. "I knew she played piano and she's beautiful so I figured, why not… wiggle my way in?"
Olivia shook her head, "So, you and wiggling your way into a woman's heart is kind of your thing?"
"You can say that," he replied softly, curling his lips into a subtle smirk. "I began paying her for one hour classes every week and I really thought she was interested in me until she introduced me to Charis, her girlfriend who was a junior."
"First heartbreak?"
He shook his head, "First real heartbreak, but no. I started spreading the word around campus about her classes and soon enough, she had me and three other students all paying her for lessons. It's how our friendship started."
"And, Sienna?"
Trevor chuckled, "When we moved back to the city after graduating, she was living upstairs, in one of the apartments they now rent and a couple of years down the road, the previous owner wanted to sell to this up and coming developer who wanted to make all these ridiculous changes, and up the rent, and, well, you can imagine."
"Sienna was the developer," Olivia nodded.
"Oh, Tibby hated her. She said she was conceited and rude and awkward."
"Look at them now…" she mused quietly.
Trevor hummed, looking up at her. He scooted further to his left, nodding towards the empty space created next to him on the bench. Olivia sat, carefully propping her glass on the space next to the music rack. The bench fit them both perfectly and their shoulders would brush against each other as Trevor moved his hands up and down the keys. They didn't speak then, just simply enjoying the delightful sounds emanating from the piano. Olivia hummed in delight when Trevor transitioned the piece he currently was playing to a well-known Christian hymn.
She sighed contently, placing her hand on his thigh, absentmindedly running her palm up and down the sturdy muscles beneath. He played it so effortlessly, so… eloquently that all she could do was watch his fingers glide through the black and ivory keys below his fingertips. She noticed then that there was so much she didn't know about the towering man besides her, yet she had learned as much in the two days she'd spent with him.
He was caring and funny, smart and conscientious, talented and humble. All of the things that she never would've thought of pairing together when speaking of Trevor Langan. Who knew how complex and… interesting Trevor Langan was and how wrong had she been in saying that she had him all figured out.
She squeezed his knee, unbeknownst to her, when his right hand continued smoothly, but his left hand played staccato. The piece he played ended soon thereafter, but Olivia, being as entranced as she was in the melody Trevor's fingers played, she never noticed when they did stop. She felt fingers tickling the shell of her ear and she turned, watching Trevor's eyes focused on the task he had set for himself, and she stared at his mouth, fixed on the enticing part created between one lip and the other.
He smiled, once again, catching her staring. "May I kiss you?" he husked lowly.
Olivia took a sharp intake of breath, releasing it breathlessly as she spoke, "If you don't, I will."
Trevor hummed, biting his lip slowly. He had been anticipating this moment for the longest of times so when he finally had the brunette's permission to kiss her fully, it's not that he hesitated, but he wanted the moment to last, to be forever, and he was in no rush to end it. He looked at her, waiting for some type of unease to show in her eyes, but found want and lust in her eyes instead. He pressed his lips to hers slowly, puckering his mouth into hers. He felt and heard Olivia's sharp intake of air, as if she had been burned by his rawness, and he melted into her, applying more pressure to her mouth.
Olivia opened her mouth to him, allowing him to probe inside if so he pleased. His tongue wasted no second in finding hers, gently massaging against hers in what could be described as nothing but pure, unadulterated passion. Up until that moment, Olivia didn't know if she liked him that much, but this kiss was changing everything for her. His lips were soft, he was applying all the correct pressure, and for fucks sake, he smelled so good. There was nothing quite like a really good first kiss. You could feel it all through your body. There was a jolt of the hormones, chemicals, and biological factors that went into a fabulous kiss; it wasn't all sexual chemistry. Kissing for Olivia had always been a wild, well-timed science experiment.
Trevor was enjoying her frantic hands at his neck, scratching, and pulling him closer as if she wanted to consume him. He delivered a careful nip to her upper lip, soothing it immediately with the press of his lips on hers and he heard her moan, rippling through his body like a shock of electricity. The diminutive space between their faces and mouth was making him lightheaded so he tried pulling back, but Olivia's mouth followed him, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip, and he couldn't help the hiss that bubbled up out of him.
"Fuck," he whispered, attempting to get a hold of his bearings when Olivia smiled, biting her swollen, plump lip seductively.
He growled, pushing his face forward until his lips were on hers again. She tilted her chin for his comfort; giving him the reach he needed to swipe his tongue on hers the way he wanted to, the way she was silently beckoning him to do. Kissing Olivia, for Trevor, had become now the most incredible of vices. He knew, that now that he had tasted her mouth, basked in the scent of her pheromones, and seen the chocolate disappear from her eyes only to reveal all the desirable notions she harbored for him, he could never go back to the innocent half-mooned kiss they'd started out with.
Trevor needed this every time he saw her now, and he wouldn't tire of thinking about it until he'd been fully satiated. Which, if going by just a couple of seconds prior, would prove to be never.
Their sensual kissing had come to a halt when they heard a voice calling out for Trevor. His hand never moved from her jaw and her hands had been everywhere from his jaw to his chest to his nape and in his hair. They came apart breathless, and Trevor smiled at her, pressing one final kiss to her lips, pulling back as she pushed forward. He chuckled huskily, resting his forehead on hers just as he swiped at her bottom lip with his thumb, erasing some saliva from their kissing. He extended his arm, playing some chords with his left hand.
"I thought you left," Tabitha said, approaching the both of them.
Trevor cleared his throat as Olivia reached for her drink. "No, just needed some… quiet," he said, smiling at his friend.
Tabitha smirked, narrowing her eyes, "Quiet? Yet, you're playing the piano."
Olivia snickered, glancing at Trevor, "I think it's time for us to go, Counselor."
"Yes, 'cause from the looks of it, Olivia… Trevor is about ready to devour you," Tabitha giggled, sending a wink towards Trevor.
Trevor shook his head. "After you… Captain," he finished with a wink.
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