A/N: Just a little something I came up with walking home from work today. Go Yankees!! And I live in Philadelphia, so you can imagine what my week has been like…
Rivalry
By Melissa
"Come on, Alex! The game is starting!!" Olivia sat on the edge of her couch, starting intently at the television. She had it currently on mute, because she couldn't stand the insufferable announcers. She tipped up the Yankees hat she was wearing, waiting for her friend to join her from the kitchen.
Alexandra Cabot came to the living room a few moments later. In her right hand she had two bottles of beer. In the left she cradled a plate of various items to nibble on. The tall blonde took a seat next to her friend, placing the various items on the coffee table. Digging into the pocket of a snug pair of blue jeans, Alex produced a bottle opener. She cracked open one bottle and handed it to Olivia, before doing the same to the second.
Detective Benson watched her lithe, beautiful, secret crush for a moment. The brunette woman then chuckled, low and throaty.
"What are you laughing at?" Blue, curious eyes turned away from the brightly flashing screen.
"Well. It could be that you are serving me in my own home. Which I appreciate, by the way. Or it could be the fact you are wearing a Philadelphia Phillies hat. Have you ever even been to Philadelphia?"
Alex harrumphed, good naturedly. "I have, in fact. It was requisite for the Cabot clan to go to practically all the national treasures. So I have been, to see the Liberty Bell."
"Okay…" Olivia trailed off for a second. "But you are a Red Sox fan."
"Correction, I am a Red Sox fan and a fan of whoever beats the Yankees."
Olivia laughed long and hard at that. Alex grabbed the brim of her friend's hat and pulled it down over her face.
"Hey! Don't hate on my Yanks."
"Just because they bought their championships…"
"Just because the Red Sox have sucked for a majority of the past 100 years…" Olivia mocked back.
A pale eyebrow went up. "Oh yeah? How about a friendly wager on the game? I think your Yanks are going to blow it."
The detective gave Alex a bordering on reproachful look. "I think 26 world championships says enough. What are the stakes?"
"If the Phillies win, you have to bring me coffee for a week."
"Okay. What if the Yankees win?"
Alex paused. "I don't know. What is it you want?"
"A kiss." Her mouth said the words that were only meant to be thought.
The counselor's brow scrunched for a second. "You want a kiss." It was a statement rather than a question.
"Uh…yeah. I figure there is no worse punishment for a Red Sox fan."
Alex smiled at that.
'Nice save,' Liv thought to herself, while her heart was having a go at trying to beat its way right out of her ribcage.
"You're on." She held out her hand.
Olivia took the delicate, yet strong, hand in hers and gave it a firm shake. Part of her was bewildered that Alex would accept the terms.
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There were highs and lows, twists and turns. Amazing plays and more terrific home runs.
In the end though, the New York Yankees had won their 27th World Series title.
Olivia simply smiled as Alex hung her head. On the TV the champagne flowed over the winning players and coaches; as well as the reporters interviewing them.
She eventually turned towards her friend. Olivia suddenly felt a little nervous.
"You know Alex, you don't have to kiss me. It was just a silly bet. My team winning is all I need."
"Liv?"
"Yeah?"
Alex gently held the sides of Olivia's head, moving slowly but deliberately, thus giving Olivia a chance to move away if she wanted to.
She didn't though.
The kiss was soft and sweet, lips melding together perfectly like the last two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together.
Alex eventually pulled away and was surprised, and delighted, to see that Olivia had remained still; eyes closed and lips still in the same position.
The tall blonde then leaned in closer so she could whisper in Olivia's ear.
"I would have kissed you even if the Yankees hadn't won."
