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The Parking Lot:
"Fuck me at The Parking Lot, Fuck me at McDonalds..."
AKA 'In which Olivia Benson is a hypocrite and a tease'
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"Detective Benson, could you please describe the events that transpired on September 24th at 2:36 PM?"
"I was picking up a late lunch for my squad members on the way back from a domestic disturbance call. At a little after two thirty, I was driving back to the station with our food when I noticed a red Honda swerving..."
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Alex yanked the steering wheel to the right, correcting the path of her car and trying not to swerve. It started with a gentle touch to her chin, two of Olivia's fingers dragging down the column of her throat, tracing the lines of her collarbone, dipping between her breasts and swirling around each nipple over the fabric of her shirt. But it had not stopped there. When the touch trailed down the line of her stomach, smoothing over her skirt and caressing a bare knee, Alex could not hold back a groan. Somehow, with that one winding line, Olivia managed to tease every one of her hot spots with almost no effort.
"Olivia, oh my God, what are you doing?" she panted, clasping a hand over the brunette's wandering fingers.
Undeterred, Olivia continued her assault, nibbling on her lover's ear as Alex tried desperately to concentrate on the dark, abandoned stretch of road in front of them. Sometimes, driving through upstate New York was like coasting through the middle of nowhere. Mountains and forests stretched on forever without another soul in sight, but even so...
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"Is the driver here in this courtroom today?"
[Pause]
"Let the record show that Detective Benson has identified the defendant, Gary Wilkes."
"Please continue, Detective."
"I thought about it, and even though I'm not a traffic cop by any means, I decided it was unsafe to allow the vehicle to continue swerving in traffic and put on my sirens."
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"You've never thought about it?"
In all honesty, she hadn't. Despite the naughty-girl façade she occasionally put on for Olivia, a part of Alex remained a good girl at heart, and this was just a little bit too much even for her. "This – what...? Olivia-"
The teasing fingers didn't stop, urging Alex's skirt all the way over her hips, revealing her underwear, just barely illuminated by the back-glare of the headlights. The attorney tried to move her hands and cover herself, she really did, but they were locked around the steering wheel in a death grip that she couldn't break.
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"He grabbed the steering wheel and tried to speed away at first, but eventually I got in the lane beside him. I happened to look in the driver's side window of his vehicle, and, erm... I saw the defendant and a female passenger engaged in sexual activity."
"Could you please clarify that for the jury?"
"I, ah – Counselor, Your Honor, please forgive my use of the vernacular..."
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"Road head? Are you seriou- Christ!" the blonde snapped as Olivia undid her seatbelt and leaned over, resting a warm cheek on top of her thigh. "Give a girl some warning!"
"Deadly serious," Olivia purred, kissing the top of Alex's leg. "Hey, you're on cruise control..."
"I'm not doing this. Way too dangerous."
"Do you want me to stop...?"
Too late now, Alex thought as a teasing finger traced her lower abdomen, dipping just below the damp fabric of her underwear. She was too worked up to call it off entirely. "Hell no. I'm pulling over."
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"Well, he finally pulled over after I started flashing my lights and he realized he couldn't outrun me. I approached the driver's side door of his vehicle, showed him my badge, and asked him to step out of the car. He refused."
"What did you do?"
"I repeated my request and told him that if he continued to be uncooperative, I would have to take him to the station. Then, he reached over the female passenger, grabbed an empty McDonalds bag, balled it up, and threw it at my head."
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"There's a rest stop," Alex breathed, trying to ignore the skilled fingers that were pulling down her underwear, parting her legs as she tapped on the breaks. She flipped on her turn signal and veered to the right, pulling into a parking space and putting the car in park. Fortunately, it was late at night, there were only two other abandoned cars in the deserted lot, and they were nowhere near a light.
"I knew you'd pull over," Olivia said, un-buckling Alex's seatbelt and turning the limp, trembling woman sideways in her seat.
"I knew you wouldn't really have continued unless I pulled over. You're too much of a cop."
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"I dodged the bag and reminded Mr. Wilkes that I was a police officer and could arrest him for public lewdness and endangering the welfare of others. He responded with a few epithets that don't bear repeating... and implied that I could take over the activity his passenger had abandoned when I pulled them over."
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"Jesus, baby, you're absolutely soaked..."
"Mmm – oh fuck, Olivia... Please – please..."
"Oh my... someone's got a naughty streak, huh? You usually don't swear."
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"When Mr. Wilkes exited the vehicle, he tried to throw a punch, but his pants were still around his ankles and he tripped and fell flat on his face. That's how he broke his nose."
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Twitching fingers curled in dark brown hair as Alex clutched her lover's head more tightly against her. Under Olivia's tongue, she was whimpering and helpless, beyond all of the societal constraints she was normally bound to.
And when she tensed and released, spilling over into her lover's mouth, it was utterly freeing.
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"I cuffed him, put him in the back of the squad car, and called for backup. I ran his name and license plates, we discovered there was an outstanding warrant, and the unis booked him."
Alexandra Cabot's lips twitched up in the ghost of a smile. "Thank you for your testimony, Detective Benson. That's all."