Chapter 3
Memory
Alex had gone home to her new penthouse on the west side of lower Manhattan, an area more commonly known as 'The Village.' When Alex moved back to NYC, she had reminded herself that she needed to be true to herself. She never really enjoyed reveling in the glitz and glamour of Wall Street, the grandeur of Fifth Avenue, or the old money brownstones that her family owned all over the city. The Village, Alex knew, would be where she would live when-if-she ever got back to New York City. The Village drew her in, made her smile, and more than anything, it made her happy. It made her feel like just one of many New Yorker's, and not a porcelain doll up in an ivory tower. Although there were ritzy parts of The Village, especially of late, Alex was happy to be there, and found the perfect spot.
After years in Witness Protection, Alex knew who she was-her time in Wisconsin had surely taught her that. She had so much time to sit and think about everything she knew, and didn't know. Being a lawyer always came so easily to Alex: she could investigate people's inner feelings and motivations, although she rarely knew what her own beliefs and motivations were. She knew that she wanted to do what was right, and right by the victims that she helped, but other than that, she had known that for most of her life she had just travelled in the Cabot way, doing exactly what her prestigious family had expected her to do.
Shortly after her mother died, Alex made a decision that she would do what she wanted, without anyone else's opinions. Caroline Cabot and Alex were not particularly close, however she was still her mother. Alex did miss her very much from time to time, and the fact that she didn't get to attend her mother's funeral made the ache that much worse. Caroline was not particularly fond of Alex's "decision"-as she called it- to date women, as well as men, but she had accepted her first girlfriend, Allison, into her life. For that, Alex would always be grateful. All of these events helped Alex decide that, when she returned to New York, she would do things her way.
She knew she loved Olivia Benson, and that's what was the most confusing for her. After seeing her the day before, Olivia had seemed tougher, harder, and colder than Alex had ever seen her. Alex had peered into those reliable brown eyes and found them almost unrecognizable. She could understand the hesitation from Olivia, though. Before Alex left for WITSEC, the relationship between she and Detective Benson was somewhat difficult to pin. Were they lovers? No. 'Well, there was that one time,' Alex told herself. True enough, one night around Christmas 2003, Olivia, Alex, and the rest of the detectives from SVU gathered at a bar not far from the precinct.
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One thing led to another, and Alex had leaned on Olivia for support, picking up Olivia's arm and wrapping herself under it. The bar was playing a slower, sexy, song, which never happened, but tonight was dubbed "Date Night," a promotional night for couples with kids to get a babysitter and forget about their obligations. A slow song by Usher was blaring over the speakers when Alex moved closer to Olivia.
"I don't normally like R&B but this song is making me feel pretty sexy." She leaned into Olivia and laughed, as her body danced slowly into the detective. "Take me home, Detective." Alex whispered in Olivia's ear.
"Whoa, Counselor. I think you've had a little too much to drink." Olivia could smell the red wine and appletini's mixed on Alex's breath. The soft, intoxicating smell of the ADA's perfume enthralled her senses, but Olivia knew to back off. Although they flirted like teenagers, neither of them had ever crossed a line. It was no secret that Olivia wanted the lawyer, but she couldn't read Alex. Olivia had always had a sneaking suspicion that Alex felt guilty for her personal life not following in the famous Cabot footsteps. Surely that family couldn't handle having a gay person mess up their untarnished reputation.
"I can be the judge of that O." It was always weird when Cabot called Olivia nicknames. Between 'O,' 'Liv,' and the always playful 'Detective,' Olivia was always surprised to hear anything but a simple 'Olivia' escape from the blonde's lips. Stepping back and looking Olivia squarely in the face, Alex moved within centimeters of the detective, placing her lips against her soft cheek, whispering in her ear.
"Take. Me. Home…with you. Detective." It sounded like a demand. The words ripped through Olivia's body, down her side and settled low in her core. The flame burned hot, as Alex wrapped her arms around Olivia, swaying to and fro in a playful hug. When they separated, Olivia could sense the electricity between the two women, with blue eyes meeting brown. Their smiles slowly faded and their gazes fell squarely on one another. Alex ran her hands through Olivia's hair. "I've always loved your hair this short. It's so sexy." The ADA's hands ran all the way through and settled on the back of the detective's head, entwining her fingers together at the base of Olivia's neck. Olivia inadvertently let her head tip back. She closed her eyes and released a small sigh as Alex rustled her hair and looked into her face.
"Alex," Olivia said pleadingly, her eyes rotating between the blonde's eyes and lips. Olivia was unknowingly biting her bottom lip as to save her from kissing the attorney. Alex always thought it was so cute when Olivia had done that.
"Yes, Detective?"
"Stop."
It sounded like a plea, and Alex indulged for a second. She placed her hands in her pockets and looked at the detective through a pouting face. It was then that Alex knew she had the badass detective wrapped around her finger. She smiled at Olivia and resumed her position within inches of her, Alex's arms around Olivia's neck.
"Let's go," the cop spoke as her eyes intently watched Alex's lips.
With a quick wave and nod to the back booth, they exited the bar and Olivia hailed a cab to her apartment. Olivia had barely spit out the address as Alex seized her lips, tugging on the collar of her leather jacket to pull her closer. The attorney ran her hands through the detective's hair and climbed on top of her, straddling the strong, resilient thighs in the back of the taxi. Olivia's hands searched up the ADA's jacket, finding her hips and placing a hand on each one, slowly thrusting her sitting body up to meet Alex's core. Before they knew it, the cab had stopped in front of Olivia's complex. It was probably better that they cooled off for a second, and they both knew that. Olivia didn't want their first time to be in the back of a cab. She helped Alex off of her and paid the cab fare, throwing a $20 at the cabbie for only a $6.15 fare—no one was worried about change that night.
They made their way up the stairs. Alex always hated the fact that the detective lived in a fifth floor walk-up, but just saw it as another reason Olivia was always in such good shape. Each flight seemed like a struggle for power, Olivia walking backwards up some stairs, Alex grabbing the collar of her jacket and pushing her down into a sitting position, climbing on top of her in the stairwell. Once Olivia opened the door to her apartment and locked it behind her, Alex was already removing her own jacket in a strip tease for the detective. Olivia unclipped her service weapon and badge and placed them slowly on the kitchen table, while Alex was kicking her heels off. Their bodies slowly but directly mashed together, their hands fighting for places to hold the other. Alex grabbed the base of Olivia's neck and pulled her against her. Olivia's hands, so delicate, yet so strong in that moment, skillfully unzipped Alex's pencil skirt and lifted her blouse over her head, while Alex attempted to unhook Olivia's bra through her shirt.
A minute later, both women were clad in their panties and bras, however the ADA was skillfully trying to maneuver Olivia's bra off. Before she could, though, Olivia scooped Alex up, fireman style, and carried her back to the bedroom. She placed the attorney delicately on the bed and looked down upon her.
"Alex," Olivia breathed. "Is this something you want to do? Not that I'm doubting you, but you've just had a lot to drink…"
"I don't know Liv. You tell me." And with that, Alex seized Olivia's hand and took it in her own. She trailed her hand down into her panties where Olivia could feel the heat and wetness erupting from Alex's core.
"Oh my god. You're so wet." Olivia moaned in Alex's ear. Leaning over the attorney, Olivia took the opportunity to unclasp Alex's bra and remove her panties, leaving Alex Cabot as bare as Olivia had always fantasized about her being in her own bed. Olivia removed her panties and remounted Alex, not removing her bra, but letting Alex do that when she was ready. Even Olivia noticed how the attorney would stare at her cleavage during the day, or look down her button up shirt when she was interrogating a suspect across the table.
Alex immediately noticed what Olivia had done, and she slowed Olivia down. Lifting the detectives head up to look into her eyes, she leaned up and reached around Olivia, unhooking her bra and removing the straps down Olivia's lean biceps that were holding her weight above Alex. The sight was more than Alex could bear. The detective's perfectly tanned, olive-toned, full breasts were within an arm's reach, and as Alex cupped Olivia's breasts in her hands, she could feel the detective lean into her touch, moaning in an approving tone. Alex slid down in the bed and took an erect nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, while running her hands down Olivia's abs, turning her hand 180 degrees to touch Olivia's eager center.
"I'm wet?" Alex whispered in Olivia's ear with a smile as she plunged two fingers deep into Olivia's core. She bent her knees so that the detective could sit back and settle on Alex's hand to dictate her own pace. There was nothing sexier than seeing Olivia Benson above her, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, moaning in desire and pleasure for Alex. Quickly, Olivia's mouth fell open and with a small whimper, she stroked her own breasts, and ran her hands through her short hair, while lowering herself back down on Alex's fingers. She moaned in ecstasy and placed her hands down on Alex's tight abs, kissing every inch of her neck and breasts. Alex could feel Olivia's muscles contracting in rapid successions and a release of warm liquid pool in her palm.
"I think that was the fastest that I've ever come for anyone. The things you do to me, Alexandra" Olivia moaned into her ear. Olivia raised her body up over Alex, removing the attorney's fingers from her throbbing core, with a moan.
She slowly placed her knees between Alex's thighs and spread them delicately. She leaned over Alex and trailed kisses down her body, licking her hard nipples and tugging at Alex's bottom lip with her teeth. Slowly, Olivia moved down the attorney's body, paying attention to every spot that made Alex moan, sigh, or smile, before moving past her bare center, and taking the attorney's eager lips into her mouth. Alex thought she could come right then. She reached down between her own legs and guided Olivia's head, her fingers intertwined with the detective's short hair.
Before she knew it, Olivia heard Alex panting and pleading with the detective. Her hips began to buck, and Olivia knew it wouldn't be long before the Alexandra Cabot, ADA, was coming undone under her. She slowly slid two fingers into her lover, and a wave of sensations flooded both women. Olivia gently caressed Alex's inner thighs as she was matching the pace of the blonde, thrusting her hips over Olivia's fingers, eager for more of the detective. Olivia leaned over Alex and kissed her deeply, her tongue swirling in the blonde's mouth, with Alex's tongue massaging along. Alex's moans were stifled into Olivia's mouth and a minute later, Olivia felt Alex's hips buck upwards, muscles contracting around Olivia's fingers, before finally relaxing, when Alex laid her hips back down on the mattress.
Olivia rolled off of the ADA and looked into her eyes. Slowly, Alex reached for Olivia's hand and lightly kissed each of Olivia's fingertips, using her tongue for emphasis. Olivia allowed Alex to melt into her touch, making love many more times that night, and finally, spooning into the older detective around 4AM.
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Alex had to quit thinking about the detective in the same way she used to, and she knew that. It was obvious to Alex that Olivia was keeping her distance from the blonde, and Alex understood that is just how it would have to be for right now. After all, Alex knew what she wanted; she had figured it out while in WITSEC. Olivia was it for her, and no matter how hard she had to fight for her, she would do whatever it took.
She slowly slipped into an early afternoon nap, with thoughts of Olivia swirling in her head. She curled up on the couch and took the blankets under her chin with a smile. Perhaps later, she would go out and try to enjoy herself for a little while-maybe take a walk, visit her favorite coffee shop, or read a book in the library—on Monday, it was back to the 1-6, and back to Olivia.