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Rated M for some loving. ;)
Slammed
Chapter Five: Tell me more, tell me more….Did she get very far?
As I situated myself in the taxi, I dug in my briefcase for my ready bottle of Advil, shook out three then dry swallowed them in the hopes that they would kick in by the time I arrived at the station through the nightly Manhattan traffic. The blinking lights through the zooming car window was starting to make me nauseous. I bit my lip, focused on my knees, and prayed for the ride to be quick.
Thirty-two minutes later I exited the taxi a block from the precinct because traffic was backed up due to an accident at one of the many intersections. I paid the driver a large tip, and he smiled a toothless grin at me in thanks. I winked at him as I slammed the door. I left him at the curb and marched up to the precinct double doors.
A uniform officer held the door open for me as I entered the precinct. I glanced at his nametag and said, "thank you officer Tanks." I smiled without meaning to at his name.
He ducked his head bashfully. "It's quite alright Miss Cabot, I get that all the time."
How did he know my name? "I didn't offend you… did I?"
His head shook and he followed me inside the building. "Oh, no. Like I said, I get it all the time. I believe Detective Benson is up at her desk. I just saw her at the coffee station down here about ten minutes ago. Would you like me to buzz her for you"
"No thanks. She asked me to come look at the arrest records, and verify that procedure was followed so the defense can't dispute the paperwork." God Alex, such a lame excuse. He probably already knows that I'm dating Liv.
I walked toward the elevator and pushed the button to bring the elevator down. Leaning against the wall, I watched the uniform that chivalrously let me in the building, covertly staring in my direction. A low laugh escaped my mouth as I thought, the Cabot charm enchanted another one. Poor Liv, she never stood a chance against my wiles. The elevator dinged to notify me of its arrival and with a roll of my eyes, I stepped in and out of sight. The car was blissfully empty, and I leaned back against the cool wall, enjoying the silence.
As the car jerked to a stop and the doors popped open, I gathered my briefcase from the floor then stepped into the hallway. My feet led me in the direction of Olivia. I needed my lover and I needed her immediately. Rounding the corner to the squad room, I saw her sitting at her desk with her head lying on her folded arms. She appeared to be asleep. And a white bandage peeked out from its spot on her left cheekbone. Oh my tough darling.
My feet were still in my soft soled shoes from my walking trip earlier and I eased over to Olivia's desk quietly. She didn't stir. Propping my butt cheek on the edge, I leaned on my arm and watched her rest. The squad room was pretty empty for the lateness of the hour, and the few remaining detectives were quiet enough not to disturb my lover. I smiled as they watched me. If everyone doesn't already know about Liv and I, then they will by morning.
Leaning down, I put my mouth right beside her ear and whispered, "Olivia Benson."
"Hmm," she mumbled and turned her head towards me, opening her beautiful eyes slowly, blinking them to focus on me. The white around the brown was pink.
"Baby," I whispered, "let's go home." I rested my hand on her shoulder. Her muscles thrummed against my fingers so I rubbed her knotted muscles with my thumb in soft circles. I watched as her eyes fluttered shut again, and she started to relax beneath my probing fingers. I knew she would be asleep in minutes so I stopped rubbing.
She sighed and sat up. Her eyes traveled down my body then over to the other detectives sitting not too far away from her desk. "How long have you been watching me?" A yawn left her mouth while she turned her head back to gaze at me.
"Not long. I don't think you've been asleep long." I leaned in and whispered, "don't worry, you weren't snoring yet." I pulled back to watch her.
Her sleepy eyes widened and she gasped. "I do not snore."
"Of course you don't." I looked down at the file folders open all over her desk and asked, "are you ready to go. I want to get out of here now." I kept my voice to a whisper in case the detectives were listening to us.
"I'm ready. Let me grab my jacket," she mumbled and looked to the back of her chair for her jacket.
"You're wearing your jacket Liv," I squeezed her shoulder again in sympathy. She must be so exhausted.
"Oh, so I am." I cupped her elbow discreetly, and helped her to stand up. She shook her head.
"Are you dizzy?" I looked into her eyes. She got hit in the head and it occurred to me that she might have a mild concussion.
"No," she said firmly but then she swayed. I left my hand on her elbow, our reputations be damned. After all, everyone already assumes that we're together anyways. My lover's safety takes priority over stupid rumors. As if thinking the same thought, Olivia didn't jerk away from me and instead leaned into me further, wrapping her arm around my waist for more support.
"Did Cragen give you tomorrow off?" I asked as I steered us to the elevator. She leaned against the wall as I pushed the button.
"He told me to come in only if I felt okay."
"Hmmhmm. I know how that goes. You'll be there bright and early. So I'm putting my foot down since you blew me off for lunch and I'm insisting that you let me take care of you tonight."
Barely a minute passed and the elevator doors opened. We stepped inside together, almost getting stuck in the doorway. I wiggled against her hip and smiled down at my lover as I pushed the button for the lobby. The arm around my waist shifted, getting a firmer grip on my hip, and a hand pulled my chin around. Then warm lips brushed my lips as the elevator dropped down. I relaxed into my lover's warmth, turning so my back was to the door and I pushed Liv until her back was against the rear of the car.
Olivia nibbled my lips until I opened my mouth and let her inside. I sighed deeply and enjoyed the feel of something normal for once today. I grabbed her shoulders and deepened the kiss, moaning softly into her mouth.
My lover's touch seared my brain, and I didn't register the elevator stopping nor did I pay attention to the doors opening. That is until a throat cleared loudly. Olivia jumped, obviously just as lost in my touch as I was in hers, and pulled me with her since my arms were around her shoulders, fingers gripping her jacket.
Olivia coughed and I felt her body stiffen beneath my hands. I was almost too afraid to turn around, having had more than enough surprises for one day. I gazed up at Liv's widened eyes. I studied my lover's face to stall for time. My heart just couldn't take another Petrovsky sighting.
"Hello Liz," Olivia burred.
Phew. I turned around and met the amused blue eyes of my boss Liz Donnelly. I wiped my mouth as discreetly as possible then said, "hello Liz. Fancy running into you here."
"Not really Alex." She thrust out a packet of folders. I grabbed them out of reflex, looking down at them as I held them. "I called your secretary when you failed to come back to your office after lunch and she said you went home early. Suffice it to say, I knew you would be wherever Detective Benson was located. I called the desk officer and he said you walked in twenty minutes ago."
"And why do I need these folders tonight? As far as I know, I don't have any pending cases." Liz made me almost as mad as Petrovsky sometimes with her constant arrogance. I resisted the urge to stomp my foot like a child and run away from her just like I almost did earlier with Petrovsky.
"Well now you do. You should tell your lover not to do such a good job next time," she muttered then winked at me.
"Does everybody know I'm with Olivia?" I huffed. I shook the folders in my hand and stepped into the lobby, needing a more open space to yell at my boss and let my pent up frustration and embarrassment loose. Liv grabbed my hand to halt my stomping steps, her warm fingers locked with mine and I stopped then turned to face Liz and Olivia with glaring eyes.
Liz looked over to the desk officer then stepped up to me. "For an attorney Alex, you don't have a good poker face. I knew the day after you two slept together." She smiled, looking very smug. I growled. Two smug women in one day is two too many for this Cabot.
I stomped my foot. "That's it." I pulled Olivia with me and walked to the double doors without looking back. "First Petrovsky and now you Liz. That's it. I'm taking my girlfriend home and hiding for the rest of the night. Come on baby," I muttered, perhaps too loudly because then I heard Liz laughing as I yanked Liv out the doors into the cool New York night.
I slipped the folders into my briefcase for later perusal, not faltering in my pace or needing to look as I shoved them inside. I was an expert at sticking things in my briefcase while on the run, and running I was most certainly doing.
Liv let me yank her along, wisely staying silent while I flagged us a taxi and pulled her inside the back. Once I settled down, she leaned into me, her thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand. In a low whisper she said, "I want to hear about your day, but tonight I'm too tired and my head aches. I just want to wrap you in my arms and… just be together."
A sigh left my mouth as I said in a mumble, "sounds like Heaven." I closed my eyes and blocked out the world for the short trip to my apartment.
"I want to hear more about what Petrovsky said to you," she whispered into my ear before kissing my earlobe, enveloping it inside her warm mouth and swiping it with the tip of her tongue.
I shivered. "Oh I'll tell you all about it. But later." I pulled away from her mouth and took her mouth in a deep kiss. I heard a gasp from the taxi driver, but I ignored him and focused on the warm tongue brushing against mine.
"We're here ladies. Time to get off," he yelled.
I pulled away from my lover and whispered, "not yet, but soon." She thrust money at him and he took it greedily. I ignored him, having already had my fill of smiling, toothless cab drivers for one day.
My thighs felt warm and sticky and I wanted to get out of my clothes as quickly as possible. I smiled as I opened the car door and yanked Olivia out into the night. She followed willingly, her eyes glazed and dark.
While walking into my building, I asked, "how's your head feel now?"
"Good. I have other aches that need tending." Her hands wrapped around my waist as we stepped into the elevator to take us up to my apartment. We were the only ones in the elevator.
I glanced up at the security camera mounted up in the corner and relaxed into her embrace. Her hot mouth nuzzled my neck as we accelerated up to my twenty-second floor apartment. I didn't care that the security guard was watching us, I needed to feel my lover's hand on me, and then in me.
The elevator dinged as it reached my floor. Only two apartments occupied the floor and my neighbor was a reporter on assignment in Baghdad for the next month. With Olivia's hands still wrapped around my waist, I led us out into the hallway then turned and pushed her up against the wall.
"What are you doing? We could be caught."
"Haven't we been already." I grabbed her body and pulled her in against me, situating my thigh between hers. I felt her heat against my leg as she tilted her hips, leaning into me.
She gasped as I took her mouth in a deep kiss, all the frustrations of my day pouring out of my mouth as I plunged my tongue to brush hers, leaving only a pleasant, warming numbness. I turned us so that my back was against the wall and Liv's warmth pinned me to it. I moaned into her mouth as she slid her hand down my hips, her fingers unzipping my trousers with practiced ease.
I pulled back. "Yes, baby." She looked down both ends of the hallway before easing her hand inside my pants. My legs opened for her touch. The taxi driver couldn't have been more accurate about my state of arousal. I desperately needed to get off.
Warm and knowing fingers slipped inside my panties to brush me where I needed their touch the most. Olivia nuzzled my chin and then my lips as her fingers danced through my soaked folds. She slipped inside me and I gasped, lifting my leg to hook around her waist for support. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and let her plunder my body.
My hips rode her fingers fast and strong. I wanted a hard and fast release, and my lover knew my body enough to give me what I needed. A few twists of her fingers, and a flick of her thumb against my swollen clit in an up, down motion and then, I was there. My release rolled in, searing my thoughts as it shook my hips against those glorious and so deep, plunging fingers.
And like earlier today, my body did what it wanted to and I screamed out my pleasure in shrieking sounds.
Liv whispered, "shhhh," in my ear, but I was too far gone to care about the noise.
I slumped into Olivia as my the tail of my orgasm left my muscles loose and useless. She held me tight and let me come down from my ride, kissing me softly while I caught my breath.
A ringing phone startled us both. I recognized the ringer as my cell phone.
"Ignore it," my lover's throaty voice vibrated against the hollow of my throat.
"It's probably Liz and I should answer it." With Olivia's fingers still buried inside my warm center, I answered my cell phone.
"Took you long enough Miss Cabot. Amy would like you and Olivia to come to dinner tomorrow night if you're both free."
I stopped breathing and stuttered, "um, dinner?"
"Who is it?"
"Judge Petrovsky," I whispered. The fingers inside me pulled out fast. "Ow, Liv."
"We'll come," I answered quickly, not ready to explain my whole day with my lover's hand still cupping me after she fucked me in the hallway. It just felt wrong to me while Petrovsky was on the other end of the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow for the details. Thank you and I have to go." A deep throaty laugh echoed through the receiver before I ended the call.
I looked up into amused brown eyes. "What was that all about?"
Reaching down, I eased her hand out of my pants and zipped them up one handed. "That was part of my day. Come on, I'll tell you all about it. I want you sitting down for the full story." My eyes rolled as I walked down the hall, holding her wet fingers, the fingers she just loved me with as tightly as my loose muscles would allow.
"Wow, okay." She laughed as she followed me into my apartment, trusting me to tell her the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, as I always have.
A/N: This is my WTF update, as in not really sure if it's any good or if I like it, but here it is. And yes, the title is a Grease reference…. I love the ending scene. *wiggles eyebrows*
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