AN: Ok, so i had to beat this chapter out of my muse, that's why it took so long. In fact, I finished it 10 minutes before I was suppose to be in work...yeah i was late. See what I do for you people! Ok, so I confess, there is not much in the way of plot-plot in this chapter either. I have no idea how I do it, but I do. There is also a tiny political statement in here...so don't get offended. Anyway, there is a lemon in this chapter...just to warn the squimish...or the horny...its at the bottom, just come back up here later to actually read the chapter.
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Walking into the restaurant was like walking straight into Italy. Complete with delicate grape vines that decorated the ceiling and the soft violin music playing in the background, the place was close to perfect. A slight Italian woman met them at the door, "Two?"
Olivia nodded and the two women followed the hostess to a table against a wall. They sat and took their menus.
"What do you suggest?" Alex asked as she looked down the list.
"I love Italian food and this place is amazing. Get whatever you want, it will be delicious."
Alex didn't let it go, "What are you getting?"
"I'm a sucker for ravioli, so I getting the Four Cheese Ravioli in clam sauce."
"I'm in the mood for something lighter, maybe fish or something."
"The stuffed filet of sol is really good."
"Sounds like a plan."
The night ran smoothly. Neither of them brought up anything heavy or emotional; content to maintain the pleasant atmosphere of their first date. Olivia pointed out small details of the restaurant and explained their importance in relation to Italy and the immigrants that came to Ellis Island. Alex regaled her companion with tales of her trips in Europe, the trouble she had gotten into and the famous people that she had met.
"So," Olivia started, sipping her white wine. "Did you always want to be a prosecutor?"
Alex empathetically shook her head, "It was the furthest thing from my mind. In fact, any jobs that had to do with people were at the bottom of my list."
The brunette smiled, "You? Anti-social?"
"Sounds funny now, but I was a shy one when I was young."
"So what happened?"
"Went to college, got in with a supportive crowd," she shrugged. "I was lucky, opened up, realized that people were actually listening to my words, realized I had a voice. So I kept talking."
"And you haven't shut up yet."
Alex pursed her lips into a smile. She raised her wine glass, "To voices, then."
Olivia followed, "To first impressions and first dates."
They clinked goblets and shared a smile before taking a sip.
It was a clear, calm night, so the couple decided to walk from the restaurant back to Alex's apartment. The easy conversation continued. Olivia smiled at the way Alex's hands moved erratically as she was talking passionately about the fact that Bush is a royal idiot and should be shot, resurrected, and shot again.
Alex abruptly stopped talking, "What are you smiling at?"
Olivia shrugged, "You're beautiful."
Alex rolled her eyes, "Flatterer."
Olivia slipped her hand into the blonde's and planted a kiss on her cheek, "So what?"
"I wasn't complaining," Alex smiled.
As they walked along the near deserted sidewalk, they fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
Alex spoke softly, "I like this…just walking like this."
Olivia didn't answer, but her body language invited the blonde to continue.
"The world is always so busy, so hectic; it's nice to find a little quiet in my life."
"I'd agree with that." Olivia matched the softness in her companion's voice.
The conversation lulled for a moment before Olivia continued. "I like my silence. The world gets so heavy sometimes, so loud and violent. There are so many images that I see every day, so many horrible, sad and twisted people that sometimes I just need to hide…to find a place where those images fall away. It's a small thing to find in the world, but I need it."
Alex looked ahead, pensive. "I know exactly what you mean."
They walked to Alex's building. Standing outside, the two women couldn't meet each other's eyes, growing slightly uncomfortable from the emotions churning inside their chests.
"So," Alex braved, "Do I get a goodnight kiss or something."
Olivia gave a small smile and moved in close. She ran her thumb over the fair jaw line, gently pulling their lips together.
Alex savored the taste of white wine as Olivia led a slow, tantalizing dance of tongues between them. As the blonde ran out of breath she pulled back and gasped.
Olivia gave a coy smile.
"You're a fucking tease."
"Does that mean you'll invite me up?"
"My apartment's a mess."
The brunette smirked, "If it's anything like your desk… I'll cringe, but I can handle it."
Alex playfully hit her on the shoulder and led her into the building.
The doorman was situated behind a desk. He looked up as the couple approached him. His pleasant wrinkled face broke into a wide smile at the sight of the blonde. He raised a hand in greeting. "Miss Cabot, how are you tonight?" His European accent was prominent.
Alex met the smile, "Evening, Vincent, guess where I had dinner?"
"Where?"
"This little Italian place…" She placed a hand on Olivia's arm, "What was it called?"
"The Old Canteen." The brunette supplied.
"Yes. The food was amazing, have you heard of it?"
He was suddenly animated. "Heard of it? Let me tell you, my brother's son-in-law's family owns that restaurant. They have the best pasta fazool in all of New York!" In full Italian style, the old man used his hands to emphasize his point. "The best!"
Alex nudged Olivia, "Turns out you have even better taste than I thought. If it passes Vinny's palate, then you know it's the best."
The brunette smiled and held out her hand, "Olivia Benson."
"She is a detective with the NYPD."
Vincent took her hand in both of his and shook it. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Benson. You keep Miss Cabot out of trouble here, you hear me?"
Olivia grinned, "I'll certainly try." She said, giving a sly glance to her companion.
Alex blushed. "Well, we'll see you later Vinny." She pulled on her companion's sleeve.
The old man smiled and waved, "I'll see you tomorrow evening, Miss Cabot."
Alex pushed into her apartment. Olivia followed and looked around. Alex was certainly correct; her apartment was a mess, especially by the brunette's standards. It was done in creams, tans and light woods. As you walked in, to the right there was a cluttered countertop that looked over into the kitchen. To the left opened to the rest of the house, there were overstuffed armchairs placed at artistic angles throughout the open space, displaying the prominent black fireplace. To the right of the fireplace was a pair of French doors where one could see the corner of an unmade bed. Two full length windows looked out over the street with long flowing white curtains.
Alex took her coat off and tossed over the back of a chair. Olivia smiled at the antic and sent a prayer that it wouldn't annoy her too much in the future. Meanwhile, the blonde had slid up to her and wrapped those long arms around her waist. "I had a wonderful time tonight." She purred.
"Well, it kept you out of trouble, didn't it?"
Alex licked her lips, "I was hoping you could help me get into trouble, Miss Detective."
Soft, murmuring chuckles came from both women as Olivia continued the banter. "Oh, really?"
"Really."
"What kind of trouble did you have in mind, Councilor?"
"Stop teasing me." Her hands ran up and down the brunette's arms.
"But it's so much fun."
"I can think of something a little more fun." The blonde pulled Olivia toward the bedroom.
"Persistent, aren't you?"
"I'm a lawyer; I'm supposed to be persistent." Alex pushed Olivia onto her back on the bed. The brunette's feet were still on the floor as the blonde climbed on top of her. She leaned in close to the dark hair. "I'm ready for dessert."
Olivia couldn't resist. She looked away, "And what if dessert's not ready?" she mocked.
A slippery tongue traced the outline of the brunette's ear. A low, guttural voice spoke in her ear, slow and deliberate, "Then. I'll. Make it. My. Self."
Alex bit down on the delicate cartilage. Olivia hissed as her hips involuntarily bucked against the small frame. The blonde chuckled as she attacked the long muscle of her lover's neck.
Olivia squirmed underneath the warm body as her hands squeezed Alex's bare thighs. Her breath quickly became ragged beneath the torture of sharp bites and cooling licks in the concave of her collarbone.
Alex ran her teeth down the length of the collarbone, stealing a long moan from the depths of Olivia's core.
The brunette's hands started to roam. Her fingers lightly scraped the inside of her lover's legs. She could feel the muscles tensing.
Alex was torn. She could feel the heat growing at her center; she wanted Olivia to take her right now. On the other hand, she was on top, she had started it, and damn it she wanted dessert!
She swatted the detective's hands away and pulled at the hem of her shirt. Olivia leaned forward and the shirt disappeared.
"Black lace." Alex commented as she lightly ran a hand over the ebony bra. "I'm touched."
Olivia smacked her lips, "The underwear matches."
The blonde raise her eyebrow as she took off her lover's belt. "Slide up, then."
The brunette moved up the bed, kicking her shoes off as she went. Alex kept a firm hold on the detective's pants and soon, they disappeared, along with her socks. Alex took her time crawling up next to the long toned body of her lover, allowing her hunger to grow. Olivia curled toward the blonde, her knees bent and her hands groping for her companion's waist.
Alex threw her leg over Olivia's hips so their bodies were pressed together. She cupped the back of the brunette's head and captured her lips in a wild, passionate kiss.
They rolled, Alex still on top. However, Olivia was more insistent, working the blonde's blouse out of the skirt. The brunette's fingers worked rapidly, and Alex slipped out of the shirt. Olivia ran her hands over her lover's breasts, roughly massaging them through the bra.
Alex gyrated her hips into Olivia's stomach, her skirt rode up to sit bunched on her pelvis. The brunette's hands slid to her partner's back, her short nails tracing nonsense patterns on the bare skin.
The blonde threw her head back in surprise. She fixed Olivia with a hard, lidded glare before twisting her head into a sharp moan again.
Olivia smiled and cataloged the spot away. She let both her hands move up the blonde's spine. Alex arched into the brunette's torso. "You are so going to pay for that."
"Oh really?"
"Let's make this more interesting." Alex challenged and she grabbed the comforter bunched to the side of the bed and pulled it over her head.
"How is this more interesting?" Olivia asked as she tried to join Alex and the lower part of her body under the covers. She was swatted away.
"The element of surprise, darling." Olivia heard against her stomach.
The brunette quickly understood as a hand slid underneath her bra, caressing the bud with a smooth palm. Olivia, surprised, and extremely turned on, arched into the touch, her eyes closed.
Alex murmured her approval and her long fingers expertly unhooked the black lace. She pulled the bra downward, the material brushing against the erect buds of her lover's breast.
Olivia's body became extremely sensitive to each touch as Alex, unseen, explored every available inch of the brunette's body. She could feel Alex's hot breath as it traveled up and down her torso. Stimulation seemed to come from everywhere as the blonde used her fingernails up and down her legs, a tongue traced patterns on her stomach, accompanied by delicate bites and soft vibrations as her lover moaned into her. The temperature rose underneath the blanket as Olivia broke out in a pleasant sweat.
She could feel Alex playing at her last piece of clothing. Fingers slid underneath the band, impatient. Olivia wasn't about to complain. The article quickly disappeared.
The brunette took the opportunity to join Alex under the covers. It was sticky hot. She could smell herself. She could smell Alex. It was potent. It was exciting.
Alex ran her fingers up and down the responsive opening. Sweat mixed with thick juices, the blonde couldn't wait another moment. She dove in.
Olivia's body shivered. She couldn't believe a tongue could give that much pleasure. It moved rapidly, in and out, then upwards, to capture the bundle of nerves as two fingers easily slipped inside the swollen opening.
Olivia was lost. Those fingers curled inside and filled her. The lack of oxygen under the comforter made her light-headed. Alex's tongue danced on her most sensitive spot. The brunette couldn't remember when she orgasmed, only that she did. It was long trip through pleasure and the next thing she remembered was Alex's chuckle as she shuddered in the aftershocks.
The blonde moved up next to her and flipped the covers off their heads. Cold air rushed to meet them. Olivia took a few gasping breaths as Alex cuddled up next to her and began placing kisses on her neck.
"Dessert was good." The blonde commented between kisses.
Olivia fought to find her voice, "Glad you liked it."
The brunette could only lie there like a log for a while as Alex continued to tease her. Soft kisses ran up and down her neck, around her collarbone and even to the mound of her breast. Olivia finally and abruptly turned over onto the small frame. Alex giggled as Olivia ordered, "That's enough of that."
The brunette captured her lover in a violent kiss; she grabbed the blonde's breast in a rough massage. Their legs rubbed against one another, the heat rising rapidly.
Olivia hand moved aggressively downward, grabbing handfuls of skin in vicious pinches. Finding the bundle of fabric from Alex's skirt, she instead moved over it, down her companion's legs, as far as the brunette could reach.
Her fingers twitched in anticipation as her nails barely scraped up the bare legs and under the bunched shirt. She could feel the thin, soaked material, the last barrier between her and her prize. Using a finger, she hooked onto the material and pulled. Alex kicked it off her ankles just before Olivia spread her lower lips, insistent in the exploration.
Olivia reveled in the soft swollen muscles, so thick and slippery she thought they may disintegrate on her. Her short nails teased the entrance causing Alex to moan into her mouth.
Mercifully, the brunette entered her. She moved in and out, setting a slow pace, but the blonde would have nothing of it. Alex broke the kiss pushing her hips into the fingers. "Harder." She whispered. "Harder."
Olivia obeyed, jamming into her, over and over. She curled her fingered to caress her lover's inner ridges as her thumb traced hard circles on her pleasure spot. "Come for me." She teased.
Alex began to shake and her hands groped for Olivia's body. She clutched Olivia's neck and arm as a she seemed to freeze, the ecstasy plain on her face.
She fell back heavily on the bed. Olivia slowed, in and out, extracting all she could from the gripping muscles.
Finally, Alex patted her lover's face, gasping for air, "Stop, Liv, please stop."
Olivia grinned at her success and gently exited her companion, leaving a trail of wetness as she traced a line from Alex's navel to her sternum. She lay beside the blonde, her hand lazily draped over her partner's stomach.
After a few minutes, Alex belatedly slipped off the skirt and dropped it off the edge of the bed. She pulled Olivia close to her, their legs intertwined and their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Alex had her head on the blonde's shoulder. She was surprised at the small voice the came from her mouth, "Olivia?"
"Yes, honey?"
"Is it ok if I love you?"
The brunette's hand tucked Alex's flaxen hair behind her ear before answering, "Only if I can love you back."
The blonde found herself answering honestly, "I'll certainly try to let you."
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AN: Woot! did you like it? did you not? Press the button! I promise there is more plot in the next chapter...ironically its nearly done.