Still not done! There's an epilogue.
Chapter Six:
When Olivia slumped over and began to slide off her perch, Alex was there to support some of her weight with her shoulders. All of her muscles had gone completely limp, and she was still shaking all over, pulsing with aftershocks. "Mmm, are you okay, baby?" Alex asked, pressing one last kiss to her lover's wetness.
There was no reply. Instead, Olivia pitched forward, burying her face in the blonde's neck and trembling in her arms. Alex chuckled and stroked Olivia's mussed locks of brunette hair until the detective finally pulled her face free an inch.
"You've killed me."
Alex looked and felt particularly smug. She was proud of the orgasms she had given her lover. "Good."
"Not good," Olivia growled. "We have to go back to the table and it's going to be painfully obvious what you just did to me. There is no way I can carry on a conversation now. I hate you."
"No you don't." Alex let go of Olivia and took a step back. "You love me, and you want me to do that again."
"I don't think I could come again right now."
"Okay, not right now, but maybe later."
Olivia shook herself, trying to loosen her tense muscles, and then slid off the counter. "We are never doing this at your father's Christmas lunch again," she stated firmly. "In fact, we're never coming to your father's Christmas luncheon again."
"Well, I was kind of hoping we wouldn't have to," Alex replied while straightening herself up. "I was hoping we'd have a family Christmas just with us and..." Her voice trailed off, as though the attorney's thoughts had only just caught up with her words.
"And who, baby?"
Alex blushed, stumbling over her words. "The child I want to have for you," she whispered, letting her secret spill out and hoping that Olivia wouldn't take it the wrong way. What if it was too soon? Olivia was great with kids, but did she want any of her own? More importantly, did she want them with Alex?
Olivia gasped. "Alex– ... you mean...?" As the words slowly penetrated the thick fog of arousal and surprise she was still wrapped in, a wide grin spread across her face and she lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. "You would want that? With me?"
The attorney looked up into Olivia's shining eyes, suddenly feeling much more confident. "Yes. Yes, I would."
This beautiful, wonderful woman wanted to carry and raise a child with her. She felt honored as well as excited and loved. The knowledge was powerful and overwhelming. Olivia brought her hands up to cup Alex's face. Her lover, her best friend, her soul mate. All these words and more applied to Alex, but at this moment, the normally intelligent detective couldn't think of anything else to say. Instead, she brought their lips together in a soft, tender, love infused kiss.
"I want to make a family with you, Alex."
The lawyer smiled warmly, feeling lighter than air. "You're already my family, Liv." Foreheads gently resting on each other, the brunette stroked a thumb down one alabaster cheek.
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, too."
Alex leaned in close, about to bring their lips together in a sweet kiss, when the romantic moment was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. "Hello, girls," a familiar voice called out, "are you both in there?" The happy, loving atmosphere quickly shifted to one of intense embarrassment. Olivia and Alex looked at each other with identical expressions of panic, both of their faces bright red.
"That isn't...?"
"Is it?"
"I think it is..."
"Oh God, what do we do?"
Olivia was starting to panic, but Alex tried to keep her cool. "Just stop talking! Maybe she'll just give up and go away..."
"I can hear you in there, Alex, my dear. I'm not going to just give up and go away."
"We'll be out in a minute, Grandma, I'm just helping Olivia... get something out of her eye."
"Why? Is her eye at navel level, dearie?"
Olivia's eyes bugged out of her face as she stared at her lover in horror. "She didn't just say that."
"I think she did," Alex sighed. "Grandma, will you give us a minute? We really will be right out."
"Well, all right, darling. It's just that your father is wondering where you are, and I have a desperate need to use the facilities."
The blonde continued to put her clothing and hair to rights while replying through the door. "Grandma, there are several other bathrooms in this house. You can always use one of them." Alex's preference was clearly implied.
"Oh, sweetheart, you don't want to make an old woman walk up the stairs, do you?"
"Quite a few on this floor," Alex muttered under her breath.
"She's going to stand there until we leave, isn't she?" Olivia said, distinct fear tingeing her voice.
"Yes. She most definitely is. If you survive this, Olivia Benson, I swear I'll marry you," Alex said. She wondered for a moment if the statement was too much too soon, but since she had already let the child secret slip, marriage did not seem so unthinkable.
Olivia smiled. Alex was being very brave today with her confessions, but when it came to facing Edna, she looked more than a little terrified. The calm, collected attorney that faced tough opponents every day in court was afraid to confront her own grandmother. Then again, the thought of anyone's grandmother nearly walking in on one of their sexual interludes would probably be frightening, Olivia reasoned.
"I love you, Alex. It'll be okay... I don't know how, but I promise we'll work it out." With the way things were turning out now, Olivia almost regretted the rash decision to satisfy their carnal urges in the bathroom. Almost.
"That's really quite lovely, girls, but could you come out now? I was not lying about needing the facilities."
"Babe, she knows everything anyway," Olivia hissed, trying to phrase what she wanted to say in a non-specific manner. "Let's just straighten up, walk out, smile at her, and go back to the table. It's not like anyone in your family will actually say anything."
Alex brushed her hands down the front of her dress, straightening out the creases. "I suppose you're right."
"Quite urgently!" Edna added through the door, her voice an octave higher than previously.
Olivia gave her lover a weak smile. "Your grandmother may explode if we don't leave now."
"Also true."
With a dramatic sigh that she knew Edna could hear through the door, Olivia turned on the faucet and squirted some soft soap onto her hands for a quick wash, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they needed to be. Unfortunately, there was not much they could do about the lingering smell of sex that clung to their bodies and clothing. Tensing her jaw and taking in a deep, calming breath through her nose, she moved aside so that Alex could take a turn at the sink and opened the door. Edna, who had been leaning against the door's frame, nearly fell inside the room. The detective quickly shot out an arm to steady her.
Once the older lady had regained her footing, she offered her granddaughter and Olivia a brilliant smile. Despite their rumpled appearance and embarrassed expressions, they really did not look too out of sorts. In fact, Olivia seemed much more relaxed. "Well, it seems that both of you had a better time at this luncheon than you expected," she said cheerfully.
Olivia narrowed her eyes at Edna suspiciously. "Didn't you say you needed to use the... um... facilities?"
"Clearly not as much as you two did." Perhaps she imagined it, but the detective almost swore that she saw Edna wink at her. "Besides, both of you are still here."
"That is going to change as soon as possible," Alex mumbled, drying her hands on a small towel. Taking Olivia's hand, she pulled the brunette from the bathroom and closed the door with a very pointed look to her grandmother, who was still smiling like a thousand watt light bulb.
"I swear, she has some weird kind of dementia."
Olivia ran a hand through her messy hair. "I like her." She did not like getting caught in the bathroom, but she supposed it was their own fault for getting carried away.
"Well, I suppose we should head back to the dining room and pretend we've been playing golf."
"Golf?"
"Well, you did find the hole," Alex quipped. "Just get back to the table and don't say anything."
The brunette chuckled. "Yes, ma'am."
They were halfway down the corridor when the blonde stopped. She turned to her lover and looked into her eyes, searching for the answer she wanted. "You really do want a family with me, don't you?" It was a statement, not a question, but Olivia could feel the tension in the moment, the reassurance that Alex needed. Removing her hand from Alex's, she cupped the attorney's face and smiled gently.
"More than you could possibly believe."
And Alex knew, that even though she and Olivia might be stuck having one of the most inconvenient, tiresome, and awkward Christmas luncheons ever, it was still possible to steal perfect moments.