Business Dinner, Chapter 3
Alex lifted herself gingerly out of the tub, her center still sensitive from the pleasure she'd just given herself, which had taken even longer than usual; every creak, every misplaced sound of a footstep outside the door sent her mounting desire plummeting, for fear that her girlfriend would catch her stealing an unbidden orgasm. She unplugged the stopper from the bottom of the tub, the familiar gurgle of water signaling the end of her torment as she grabbed the towel Olivia had left out for her. She dried herself haphazardly, then leaned over the sink, washing her face gently, attempting to rub some sense back into her brain, after the assault that the detective had just committed against her senses.
She stared at herself as she dabbed the towel lightly across her face, wondering when exactly she had become so submissive to her girlfriend, the mere thought of the Olivia's commanding fingers sending a pleasurable pang through her body. She shook her head, forcing the previous few hours from her mind, afraid that any prolonged thought about the confidence the brunette had displayed, her utter sexual authority, would cause Alex's center to throb once again, rendering her officially insatiable. Thank God it's a Friday, she thought to herself as she exited the bathroom, half expecting to see Olivia waiting, some other form of sexual agony readily at hand. The bedroom was empty, however, and Alex heard dishes clanking noisily in the kitchen.
She pulled on the shorts and tank that she stowed under pillow, her usual sleep clothes, and wandered down the hallway, pulling her hair away from her neck and into a ponytail. Olivia glanced up at her from the kitchen, giving her a pleased smile, which Alex readily returned. "How do you feel?" she asked, and Alex understood that she was asking about more than her level of refreshment.
"I feel great," she replied, sitting casually on a bar stool as she watched the detective place a small plate of leftovers into the microwave. "How do you feel?"
"Hungry," Olivia replied, licking her thumb as she pressed the Start button. "My lower body, however, is completely and utterly sated," she said, turning her head back to the blonde, a sly smile playing upon her lips.
"Mine is completely and utterly spent," Alex returned, reaching over the counter and grabbing the collar of the detective's v-neck t-shirt, pulling her forward and meeting her lips over the bar. "And I mean that in the best way possible," she said, releasing her grip, pushing the brunette lightly back onto her heels.
Olivia gave her a devilish grin, and reached a hand up to straighten her shirt. "Can I warm you up something?" she asked, removing her plate from the microwave. "I'm guessing you didn't get a chance to eat much of your dinner…?" she trailed off innocently, although the corner of her lip curled furtively. She set her food on the counter in front of her and turned back toward the refrigerator, searching for an open bottle of white wine that she had stowed there the night before.
Alex reached over, swiping the plate of food and the fork, shoveling a quick bite into her mouth. Olivia turned back, giving the attorney an eye roll, but unsurprised at the steal. "You owe me," Alex said between bites, her eyes flashing.
Olivia nodded, accepting the blonde's argument, and poured a splash of wine into the glass empty glass in front of her. She set it gingerly in front of Alex. "I suppose I do," she said, turning back to the refrigerator and pulling out the container of food once again, preparing another plateful, which she then stuck back in the microwave. She poured herself a glass of wine, and leaned against the counter, watching as the the blonde ate. Only Olivia had full access to Alex's voracious appetite; rarely did anyone inside One Hogan Place get a chance to see with exactly how much passion the attorney consumed her food. Olivia had yet to figure out where the lean woman stored all of it.
"Oooh," Alex said, lifting her head, but only reluctantly tearing her eyes away from her food. "I recorded that PBS series on Prohibition. You want to watch it with me?" Her eyes gleamed behind the studious glasses, and Olivia couldn't help but laugh at the juxtaposition. "What?" the attorney asked, taking a sip of her wine.
Olivia shook her head, pulling her plate out of the microwave and rounding the bar, taking a seat next to her girlfriend as she chuckled, teasing her. "The woman who sat through dinner with a colleague, with a vibrator buzzing inside of her for over an hour, wants to watch finish the night with a documentary on Prohibition? Is this your way of completely lulling your libido back to sleep?"
Alex brushed the detective's elbow playfully with her own. "It's Ken Burns, Olivia. You could learn a thing or two from him."
Olivia gave her a sidelong glance. "I refuse to learn 'a thing or two' from him on a Friday night."
This time Alex gave a roll of her eyes, and turned her attention back to her food. The two ate in affable silence for a moment, and Olivia took a thoughtful sip of her wine. "Alex…" she began, swallowing in order to give her time to phrase her question, which she wasn't exactly sure how best to word. "Are you okay with how things went tonight?"
Alex looked over at her, gauging whether to simply give a nod of her head, or to address the question more fully. She saw a look of vulnerability pass through the detective's eyes, one she hadn't seen since Olivia first asked her out for a drink over six months earlier. It was that initial flash of vulnerability, the glimpse of something unfathomably deep, that had first drew Alex to her partner. She laid her fork down against her plate and turned her body to face Olivia, her eyes suddenly serious. "I trust you," she replied, placing a hand on the detective's knee. "I liked the way I felt with you tonight. Safe. Excited. Pleasured. Valued. I liked pleasing you." She leaned forward, placing a light kiss to the supple lips. "I'm yours."
Olivia exhaled, letting go of a breath that she had held deep in her belly. "Good," she said, nodding, turning her head back down to her food. She glanced back over at Alex, who was taking another sip of her wine, once again eyeing her plate. "I would never try to push you further than you wanted to go," she promised, her brown eyes earnest. "Still, maybe… if we do this again, which I hope we do…" She paused, exhaling again. "Maybe you should choose a safe word."
Alex assessed her, watching as hunger grew in the dark eyes, liking the way Olivia looked at her, the gaze overtly sexual. "And this safe word… " she replied, running a finger along the rim of her glass. "It can be used during… and you'll stop?"
Olivia nodded, her lips parting.
"And… I can even use it before things heat up… if I'm not exactly in the mood for a scene…?" Alex tossed a grin her way.
Olivia nodded again, watching as the blonde eyed her wine thoughtfully, a moment passing.
"Okay," she agreed, glancing around, her gaze darting around the apartment, as if an appropriate safe word would suddenly reveal itself to her. The blue eyes brightened and she jumped slightly, giving an enthusiastic clap of her hands. "Ken Burns," she said with a smile, eyeing Olivia, who let out an uncontainable groan as she rolled her eyes.
"If ever there was a safe word that would send a scene halting to a screeching stop, that would be it," the detective responded. Still, she raised her glass to Alex, and the blonde happily received it, clinking her own lightly against it. Olivia eyed the attorney before she took a sip. "You're going to make me watch it, aren't you?" she asked.
Alex dropped her fork against her plate, standing as she pecked a kiss against the detective's cheek. "As soon as you do the dishes," she said with a smirk, and waltzed toward the couch, grabbing the television remote and slouching into a cushion, the bright blue eyes smiling at Olivia over the rim of her wine glass.
Olivia turned back toward her food, taking a slow bite, attempting to prolong the moment until her own inevitable, slow torment would begin.
More than an hour and a half later, Olivia sat riveted; her eyes hadn't left the screen once, and she found herself unwittingly enthralled by the violent tales that plagued the Prohibition era. She sighed as the music escalated beneath the narrator's dry, yet knowledgeable voice and the credits began scrolling slowly across the television. Olivia fought the urge to applaud, instead choosing to vocalize her accolades. "I stand corrected. It's amazing how deep the corruption went," she said, not bothering to glance down at her girlfriend, whose head was resting lightly against her shoulder. "Right?" she probed, waiting for an answer, sure that Alex would want to engage in a post-doc appraisal with her. She glanced down, noting the odd angle of Alex's head, which had slipped slightly into the detective's chest. "Al?" she said again, resisting a chuckle as she registered the even, deep breathing of sleep, the closed eyes, the attorney's complete oblivion to the documentary that she had insisted upon watching. Olivia sighed, smiling to herself as she turned off the television, letting her hand drop to the blonde's shoulder, caressing it gently as she placed a kiss on the crown of her head. She sat for a moment, enjoying the scent of lavender that wafted from the blonde hair, the cool, smooth arm underneath her fingers, the long, endless legs that were curled onto the couch.
"Hey, Alex," she whispered, giving the thin shoulder a gentle squeeze as she began to shift. "Sweetie, let's head to bed."
Alex startled awake, her glasses tussled on her nose, her blue eyes groggy as she lifted her head, feigning rapt attention. "What?" Her gaze flicked towards the blank screen, and she shook her head slightly, disoriented from her slumber.
"You know, you're right, that Ken Burns is amazing," Olivia teased with a smile. "You could have learned a thing or two from him," she said, not missing an opportunity to sarcastically mimic the attorney's earlier words.
"It's been a long night," Alex said, giving her a pointed whack on her shoulder as she let out a small yawn. "Keep teasing, and you're going to be hearing 'Ken Burns' a lot, in a totally different context," she emphasized, with a raise of her eyebrow, smirking as the threat sufficiently quieted the detective's chuckles. She gave Olivia a chaste peck on the cheek, uncurling her legs and moving off the couch. "Bedtime," she announced airily, enjoying having the last word, a grin still planted on her lips.
She was halfway out of the room, her arms above her head in a lengthy stretch, before Olivia finally spoke. "Don't think I didn't hear you reward yourself earlier. In the tub."
Alex stopped midstride, and tossed a look back at the her girlfriend, who raised a knowing smile at her. "I don't think I remember giving you permission to do that…" She raised her half-empty wine glass in a faux cheers, her brown eyes flashing. "Get some rest," she said, her lips curling into a grin. "You'll need it."
Probably not the part three that you all were hoping for... but I'm starting to have some fun with this. If you all are enjoying it, a part four? I'm reminded of this song, which has been running through my head: St. Vincent - "Cruel" (YouTube it.)
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