Pieces Chapter 8

Title: Pieces
Author: OLIVIAplusALEX4eva
Summary: Alex gets a call that she has been waiting for. It took two years but she's back and hoping to rekindle her relationship with a certain brunette. Will it happen? Will they both get over their insecurities? Lot more chapters to come! Contains Femmeslash.
Rating: Rated T, for now. May change to M for Mature
Genre: Drama / Romance
Warnings: Contains femmeslash between two consenting adult females.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine... yet +laughing evilly+ you didn't hear that laugh, got it? hehe

Olivia's P.O.V.

Have you ever cried scalding hot tears? The kind that feel as though they could sear through your skin effortlessly? Your outer defense meconism? They burn running down your reddening cheeks, your quivering and slightly pouty lips. You feel them hit your arms when they drip from atop your nose.

Have you ever dealt with stinging eyes from the tears slipping through? It hurts especially when you've kept all your darkness and gloominess inside yourself to the point where you don't cry. You can't cry. You don't cry for anything until it's too much to bear, then you have no choice but to let it out.

You could be sitting there in public and you feel the unfamiliar stings beginning to start around your already misting eyes. And you can't take life anymore. Can't take the hurt, the sorrow, the heinous crimes and the hateful people. And you know that you have to let it go, have to let your purposely-kept-secret emotional side burst through your insides; burst through your false pride.

You have to deal. You have to let your brick wall you let your defensive side surround you break free, to crumble in impossible to put-back-together pieces, into ruins. You feel helpless, hopeless, and cynical towards anyone and anything that crosses your path on the wrong side.

Have you ever felt so depressed you never want to get out of bed and when you do, you don't have the energy to do anything you're supposed to? Have you ever felt the need to close yourself into a fetal position because that's the only way you feel comfortable; forcing the world to leave you alone, to leave you be.

You realize the world is frowning upon you. You are a waste of skin, of human. You don't belong, and you certainly don't deserve to. You know that your body was produced only because of a heinous crime, because of a violent sexual dominance of a woman by a horrible man not caring about his victim. When the other person says 'no' then it's not consensual. You stop, you aren't supposed to rape them. Leave them be, for the love of god.

If my unknown father had left my mother alone, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have to deal with pedophiles and sick bastards like him everyday. It hurts to know that my mother was a falling-down drunk because of me. She died because of me, because of how I was conceived. She drank herself into oblivion and fell down some subway stairs, right after I "came out" to her.

She left me with so many unanswered questions, explanations. She left a deep void in me, he left an even bigger one. How dare he take advantage of my mother way back in her college days!

He caused her to drink, to have an unwanted child that she wasn't ready to mother just yet. He cause her death. The bastard needs to die, needs to pay for what he did. I'll be damned if I let him get away with it again.

I can't do anything about my mother's case because the Statue of Limitations is up, meaning it has waited too long to go to trial, but I can 'accidentally' check up on his sorry ass every now and then. To make sure he's staying 'out of trouble'. Haha, wishful thinking.

I don't get to finish my sinister contemplations because you reluctantly wake up. I smile down at you. "Good morning babygirl," I murmur, pushing your long blonde hair away from you hair, almost giggling when you shove your head tighter against my bare breast in reluctance to face the light streaming in from the window. You groan and reply, "Mmmm... what time is it?"

Alex's P.O.V.

I can sense a change in your posture easily. You let your body limp slightly against mine. You're behind me, spooning my naked body against yours. After a few minutes, your body tenses up and I can tell you are either thinking about a) work or b) your father.

I feel the urge to save yourself from your own dark thoughts. I pretend to wake up. Opening my eyes slowly, I was blinded by the light from the damn window.

I retreated further into your comfortable embrace and buried my head tighter against your bare breast. I love you so much, sweetie.

You murmur, "Good morning babygirl," into my ear while moving my slightly matted hair out of my face.

I love it so much when you call me babygirl. I hate mornings, but waking up to you is my dream come true. I mumble against my pillow, "Mmmm... what time is it?"

You chuckle and turn your head to look at the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table. "Noon," you reply with an amused sound in your tone.

"Go back to sleep with me," I plead.

You cluck your tongue in disapprovement and sigh dramatically, "Oh, Alexandra. What will I ever do with you?"

"I can think of a few things," I murmur seductively, rolling over to come face-to-face with your beautiful, bare breasts. I press a chaste, quick kiss to the firm, yet supple exposed skin that's in front of my face. I look up at you and tease, "Like helping me make lunch."

With that, I get up from bed and pad my way into the kitchen, still completely naked. I can feel your eyes, your stare, directed at my ass as I walk out of the bedroom, so I add a little sexy sway of my hips, hoping to entice you. It worked, I thought with a small smile when you follow closely behind me.

Olivia's P.O.V.

You ask what time it was and I told you "Noon."

"Go back to sleep with me," you begged sleepily.

I clucked my tongue, teasing you lightly. I sigh dramatically and reply, "Oh, Alexandra. What will I ever do with you?"

I stifle a giggle when you counter back in a voice thick with sleep, "I can think of a few things." You rolled over only to face my exposed breasts. "Like helping me make lunch," you tantalize me playfully.

You look up at me with a sleepy, demure smile. I grin contently down at you. My god, you are so beautiful. How do I ever put this much beauty into words? Being with you feels so surreal.

I close my eyes. As soon as I do, I feel a slight pressure pressed against my bare, uncovered breast. You pressed your full lips to my heated skin in a quick kiss.

You go even further to tease me by getting out of our warm, comfy bed to walk into the kitchen knowingly sashaying your hips sexily just for me. I love when you don't wear clothes, Alex. Mmmm...

My grin broadens more as I follow closely behind you like a lost, love-struck puppy dog.

I walk through the threshold of the kitchen and quickly scan the small room for you. I find you sitting on the kitchen stool leaning over the counter top with your back to me.

I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist, giving the back of your head a quick kiss and resting my chin softly on top of your bare shoulder.

"Isn't the stool a little cold?" I ask curiously. You giggle like a little school girl and reply at a mere whisper, "You know it, babe. So why don't you warm me up?"

I scoot the stool back a bit and get in between you and the counter. I smirk when I feel your soft, gentle hands grasp my waist, pulling me gently down on your soft lap.

I lean back into your slender body, my head resting against your right shoulder. I tilt my head up slightly and give you a little peck on the lips.

She smiled softly and tilt your head down, pressing soft kisses to my throat. Nuzzling against my skin, you smiled softly.

I felt your hot breath on my throat, trailing up to my chin. Slightly nipping at my chin, you then drew me to you in a long, sensual kiss.

"I love you, babygirl," I whispered contentedly.

"I love you, too."

Alex's P.O.V.

We sat here for about five more minutes, Olivia still sitting on my lap with me nuzzling against her cheek.

We were thrown from our reverie by the shrill rings of the cordless phone which was sitting on the counter in front of Olivia.

You press the talk button and hold it up to your ear, "Cabot-Benson residence."

"Liv! It's–it's Kathy." the panicked voice on the other end replied breathlessly.

"Kathy, what's wrong? Is it Elliot? One of the kids?" I hear you question, worries laced through your panicky voice.

"It's Elliot... He was... Oh god!"

I lay my head against your toned back and listen to your heartbeat, feeling the vibrations from your voice through your naked body.

"Kathy, listen carefully. You need to breathe– in, out, in, out... there we go. Now, what happened to Elliot?" you try to walk Kathy through this, something that is obviously horrible.

"El was raped. He was drugged by a man and raped in a warehouse during his shift last night. They found him with a faint pulse and a gun shot wound to his forehead. They said that the gun shot wound was self-inflicted, thank god it only grazed his temple. He tried to kill... to kill himself because of the rape."

Your body stiffened and I felt goosebumps rise to your arms as I ran my hands down your arms, linking our hands together. "What's wrong baby?" I ask you.

"What hospital?" you ask Kathy, ignoring my question until later.

"St. Peter's. Second floor room 211. He's under suicide watch twenty-four hours now. He keeps asking for you."

"Okay, I'll be there in a hour," you half-whisper.

You hang up the phone and sit it face down on the counter. You get off my lap slowly, like you're in shock.

"What's wrong, babe?" I repeat my question from earlier.

"El's been raped. In–in a warehouse during his shift last night. He tried to..."

Thinking the worst, I blurted questioningly, "Tried to kill himself?"

You nod gently and I can see tears forming in your eyes. At least you're not trying to blink them back.

I'm proud of you for letting your emotions out, that you don't keep them hidden now. It takes a lot of courage to cry in front of people, even your girl-friend-practically-wife.

You're facing me standing up. Your chin is resting against your chest, that's how low you've hung your head. I stand up slowly, putting my hand over your naked shoulder. "Go to him, honey. Help him work through his emotions. You want me to go with you for support?" I ask.

You reply at a mere whisper, "No thanks. I need to do this alone. Elliot needs me: to listen, to support him, to love him, like a brother of course. I just need–I just need to help him alone right now. I'll be back sometime today. I love you, Alex," your voice hoarse with running emotions.

"I love you, too. Be careful on the way there and back. Go help him, Livia. I'll be waiting here for you when you return from the hospital," I dismiss you with a quick peck on the lips.

You turn to return to our bedroom. Ten minutes later you emerge fully dressed. You grab your badge, gun, and keys and quickly head off with one last kiss for the road.

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