Thankyou to those that read, commented, faved/followed part 1. Also, thankyou to those readers that responded to my compromise regarding the 'Negotiating Her Life' sequel. I want to get a couple chapters of 'Forbidden Until Rumspringa' and 'I'll Stand By You' written and posted before I start on the 'Negotiating' sequel.
As promised, Alex's POV which is M-ish rated ;-). Please take the time and let me know what you think :-)
I can't help chuckling silently to myself from behind the latest edition of 'Vanity Fair' as I hear Olivia moan. I knew my deliberate action and statement would bring forth such a response. She's been pretending to read that Metro section of the newspaper for as long as I've been pretending to read this magazine while we waited.
That's right.
No matter how discreetly or surreptitiously she tried, I'm well aware Olivia's been eyeing me off from the other side of the room.
How do I know?
As crazy as it sounds, I can feel her watching me. She openly observes me while I'm preparing opening or closing statements in my office... while I'm cross examining a defendant on the stand... while I do my yoga and pilates in our brand new 2 bedroom, open plan apartment... while I've been here on the day bed... and I'm sure does it while I'm asleep because I've woken up in bed with the same sensation. I don't know how else to describe it other than it's a sensation of warmth and radiated love, and I have felt it ever since I was assigned as the ADA to SVU after the Morris Commission.
I forgot what that sensation felt like when I was in Witness Protection and while I completed a year long tenure with the International Criminal Court dividing my time between the Democratic Republic of Congo and The Hague in the Netherlands, but I was reminded when I came back to New York just as there was so much uncertainty and great upheaval Olivia's life. It was my first case back at SVU, the one dealing with the Italian diplomat, that Elliott Stabler put in his retirement papers. Then all of a sudden, 2 new detectives named Amanda Rollins and Nick Amaro were thrown into the Manhattan SVU mix. It was a little tumultuous between Olivia and myself during that first case, but we found our simpatico again.
Looking back on it now, it was like we had never lost it. We'd been in love with each other for so long, but only revealed our true feelings after the case resulted in a minor conviction. Olivia came to my old apartment after work to tell me Elliott had put in his papers. I held her as her emotions took over and overwhelmed her for the second time that day. Then, as I thumbed away the tears sliding down her cheeks, I kissed her without thinking. So soft and delicate but with as much love as I could muster. Maybe I was trying to take the hurt she was going through seeing she and Elliott had been partnered for 12 years? Whatever the reason, my heart decided to overrule my head that very moment. I felt Olivia stiffen in shock and I thought I'd screwed up. I was sure she was going to berate me for taking advantage of the situation or something similar, but then she began to kiss me back.
We didn't jump into a sexual relationship right away as some would assume we would, but we did share my bed and a very heavy make out session that night... and I'm happy to say we've been together in a solid, loving relationship ever since.
Sometimes I wonder if Olivia feels the same sensation when I observe her interrogating a suspect from the other side of the one way glass? What I can tell you is that I know we both radiate that love when we look at each other. We also radiate that same love when we look at our son, Noah. Olivia and I were gobsmacked when Judge Linden brought forward the opportunity to adopt him from the initial 12 months to just 6 month. We had passed our assessments with ACS with flying colours and Trevor, as Noah's legal counsel, had no objections. The day we signed and filed the adoption papers was the day we became engaged. While Noah may not have been born from either of our bodies, there is no doubt that he is our son. He is is perfect in every single way and is the flawless combination of Olivia's brown hair and my greyish blue eyes, even though he's not biologically ours. Then again, a biological child of our own was never going to happen. Olivia started perimenopause a few years ago and is now 6 months into the full transition to menopause, and I have suffered from what I now know to be endometriosis for as long as I can remember.
Even though Olivia has suffered some of the more common symptoms associated with perimenopause... hot flashes, insomnia, mood swings and headaches... she hasn't suffered a diminished sex drive whatsoever. In fact, it's increased exponentially.
Lucky her!
Lucky me!
Lucky us!
I... ...wait a moment... I have that feeling again.
Olivia's watching me.
"Are you just going to stand over there and stare at me until Noah finishes his nap?" I ask nonchalantly while I continue to focus my attention on the glossy magazine.
I wait for a verbal response but get none. A few moments later, I gasp in surprise as I feel Olivia's fingertips skating up my shin before her hand comes to rest on my bare knee. Olivia's thumb begins to brush back and forth on the joint, distracting me from my effort in pretending to ignore her. I attempt to steel myself but Liv begins to tickle me. If she moves her fingertips move to behind my knee, I'll be in fits of giggles in an instant. Just when I think Olivia's going to use her intimate knowledge of my body against me, she stills her fingers, plucks the magazine from grasp with her right hand, drops it to the floor, then resumes her featherlight touches on my knee with her left hand.
I struggle to remain nonplussed as I look up at my beautiful fiancée, "Is that all you're going to do, Liv?"
With her hand still on my knee, Olivia crouches down beside the day bed and cradles my chin with her right hand then kisses me delicately on the lips. Olivia's voice is laced with pure desire as she ends the kiss, "I'm going to do many things to you, sweetheart... starting right now."
It's a pity we don't have any chocolates left from last night's activities, but that win-win situation I've mentioned before... it's about to occur again.
Oh yeah! Lucky us!
I watch keenly as Olivia stands and gathers up the hem of her navy robe just a little. She bends her left knee then straddles herself on my bare left thigh, although most of her weight is on her foot still on the floor and her left knee on the day bed. Her dominant position keeps me from closing my legs. Liv leans in and kisses me once more as she begins to grind down, rocking back and forth purposefully on my thigh. I can't help surpress the wanton moan in the back of my throat as the combination of Olivia's tongue invading my mouth and the streak of her wetness building on my thigh sends my own sex drive skywards. I'd press my thighs together to lessen the throb that's building but there's no chance of that happening now.
All too soon, Olivia pulls back and ceases her rocking. I'm about to voice my protest but Olivia presses her right index finger to my lips. I can't help but kiss the pad of her finger, then pull the digit inside my mouth to the first knuckle and seal my lips around it. Olivia swallows thickly as I swirl my tongue around her finger, subtly reminding her what I did while my head was buried between her legs this morning. She remains composed as she pulls the finger from my mouth, whereas I can't help but smirk.
A smirk of her own appears on Olivia's face as she unties the belt of her robe, parts open the material to reveal her body to me and resumes her rocking. My eyes fall to her full luscious breasts bobbing and swaying in rhythm with her movements. I'm so focused on her that I'm unaware of Liv's left hand slipping beneath my robe until I feel her cupping me.
We can't help but gasp at the same time.
"So wet!" Olivia groans, obviously pleased with what she's discovered.
I can only nod weakly in response. No lover in the past, male or female, has ever made me as aroused as much as Olivia does. And I am proud to say that Olivia has told me the same about her: no past lover has ever made her aroused as much as I do.
Without any prompting, Olivia runs her fingers up and down between my swollen folds to coat them thoroughly as she hooks her right hand at my belt and pulls it undone with ease. While Liv methodically opens my robe, she begins to tease my clit at the same pace as her own grinding. My left hand grips Olivia's hip to have that intimate connection as I begin to pinch and roll my right nipple between in fingertips. It's not the same as Olivia's mouth, but it'll do until for the time being.
With her thumb taking over the task of teasing my clit, Olivia begins to slip 2 fingers inside of me when we hear the most unexpected sound in the world...
"Ted-dy!"
We both scream in horror to hear Noah's voice so close to us in the middle of making love. Olivia instinctively drops her body on top of mine to protect our modesty. Thank goodness she didn't remove her robe entirely! I had always imagined getting caught having sex by one of my parents while I was going up. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd get caught by a 15 month old!
My voice is low but I don't mask my shock, "How the hell did he get out here?!"
"I put him in the crib!" Olivia's voice is just as low and disbelieving as mine, "I swear I put him in the crib!"
Taking a moment to compose ourselves, we turn our heads towards the middle of the sun room and see Noah toddling towards us, holding his fluffy caramel coloured teddy bear firmly in his grasp.
"Ted-dy!" Noah repeats and stops at the day bed with a cheeky smile, showing off his teeth. He begins to try and climb up on the day bed once again.
"Yeah, that's your teddy!" Olivia confirms. "Now... what are you doing out of bed, Noah? You're supposed to be having a nap!"
Noah giggles and toddles back towards his toys, allowing Olivia and myself a moment of privacy to tie our robes closed. Our libidos haven't extinguished entirely, but they have certainly shrunk back down to simmer instead of being on fire.
"Do you think the side rail of the crib has fallen down and he's got out?" I ask as I hoist Noah on to my hip before he can go any further.
"It's had to," Liv says as she slips into the nearby bathroom to rinse her hand.
I enter the spare room and I'm surprised to see the crib is exactly as it should be. Surely Noah hasn't climbed out? He's only 15 month old!
"Did you fix the rail?" Liv asks from the doorway.
"No. I haven't touched it," I reply as Noah tugs on my diamond engagement necklace from Olivia. I clasp my hand gently over his so he won't damage it.
Olivia takes Noah from my hip, "He can't have climbed out... could he?"
I can only shrug as Olivia places Noah back in the crib. We watch but all Noah does is stand and look up at us with that cheek grin we've become accustomed to.
"Get your phone," Liv prompts me.
Entering the master bedroom, I unplug my phone from the charging cord beside the bed then return to the other bedroom. Olivia has cleared a space on top the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.
Liv takes my phone and sets up its video recording mode, "He hasn't tried climbing out while I've been in here, but I think we might catch an escape artist in the act if we leave the room."
We go through the ritual of tucking Noah in and bidding him 'goodnight' before exiting the room and returning to the sun room. Without a moment's hesitation, I pin Olivia against the wall and kiss her. I hear the tiny inhale of her breath through her nose as my tongue comes in contact with hers. I want nothing more than for Olivia to slip those fingers back inside me, seal her lips around my clit and make me come undone over and over again.
"I wanted to return this mornings's favour," Olivia laments as our kiss ends.
"He might be having a second burst of energy at the moment, but I'm sure we can tire Noah out and resume our... activities... after lunch. Maybe we take him down to the beach for a little while?"
Olivia is about to say something but we hear a familiar giggle before Noah crashes into our legs. Liv scoops up our son into her arms and we go back to get my phone. A couple of taps of the screen and we watch as Noah gets up once we have left the room and moves to the corner of the crib. The first couple of times are unsuccessful, but eventually he climbs over the rail. We're both shocked as lowers himself then drops to the floor on his diaper padded butt, picks himself up and exits the room.
I gasp, "You cheeky little monkey!"
"Looks like someone doesn't need the rails any longer," Liv begins to tickle Noah.
Noah squeals and wriggles in her arms before Liv places him down on his feet. In an instant, he's off towards his numerous toys back in the sun room.
"So much for a relaxing weekend," I say, wrapping my arms around Olivia's waist and heading towards the sun room as well.
Olivia gets down on the floor next to Noah, then helps me to do the same. She turns to me and smiles, "No perps, no court... Just you, me and our son. I think it's the most relaxing weekend we've had in a long time, Alex."
I lean over and kiss Olivia on the lips once again. I can't disagree with my fiancée whatsoever. This is the most relaxing weekend in a very long time.