Title:Wallpapering 2/?
Author:detectivekit
Rating:later on: NC-17
Author's Note:There were some people who wanted me to continue this thing, so here I am. Thanks to anyone for the feedback.
As always, sorry for those stupid grammatical mistakes. I tried my best, but I no longer have English lessons, so I've to teach myself what isn't that easy.
Summary:Have you ever thought about how arousing a renovation can be? No, than here you go.
Disclaimer:Alex and Liv are living in my head and forced me to do this. But sadly I don't own them, that's why they're still neither gay nor together sniffle
Wallpapering 2/?
After the meeting with the detective in the morning Alex could barely concentrate on anything considering work. She was way too excited. She couldn't bring herself around not to wonder about the brunette. Why did she flirt right back? Alex would have loved nothing more than to take the detective in one of the interrogation rooms and ask her right then and there, but Alex had convinced herself that it would be rather interesting to find out how far she could go to drive Olivia mad. Mad about her.
Maybe I should consider wearing something skin-tight and than I would catch her staring. Wait, wait, Alex, why do you think she would dare to take a look? She never made any move. Never, but today. God, this woman is more confusing than myself and that's quite difficult. But you could give it a try anyway. At least there's nothing to loose.
Alex was now in her apartment, rummaging in her drawer to find the right ingredients for a staring, blushing, babbling Olivia. In the end she decided to wear some comfortable boxer short. Sure there was a hidden agenda: That way Olivia could take an…interesting view from the bottom while Alex was standing on the ladder. The same went for her top, an old shirt clutching onto her chest but becoming loosely on the belly. Ten minutes later Alex was wandering around her messy apartment when the doorbell rang. She took a deep breath and went over to the intercom.
"Who's there?" Alex demanded with a shakier voice than she intended to. A shiver ran down her spine when she heard the other woman. The woman who followed her in her dreams; in her very vivid dreams to say the least. She wasn't sure any longer whether or not it had been that good of an idea to invite the detective.
"It's me, your knight in shining armour!" answered Olivia, still not knowing why she was flirting with the attorney. Sure, she knew from the bottom of her heart WHY she was bantering with the blonde, but WHERE the sudden courage therefore came from was another story.
She had worked as fast as she hadn't done in ages, just to be on time. She had left the precinct with bewildered looks on her back, but she could have cared less. Olivia had headed right to her apartment, anticipating the coming hours like some child Santa Clause. The detective had changed in some comfortable clothes, not caring about the worn-out jeans and Mickey-Mouse-shirt.
That was until Alex opened the door. Olivia stood opened-mouthed in front of her very own supermodel. The blonde hair was tucked into a ponytail, while the fuck-me-glasses were missing. That look let Alex appear much younger than usually and Olivia felt much older in the other woman's presence than ever before. Liv's eyes travelled further south to Alex's cleavage and belly, covered by some thin shirt. Afterwards the brunette's view lingered on those long legs, which seemed to be endless. When Olivia looked up again, not knowing how much time had just passed, Alex smiled knowingly at her.
OK, Liv what are you trying to do? Scaring her off? Maybe you just succeeded by now and you haven't even gone into her apartment. I should try to take it a little slower, moving with her not ahead of her. But God, this shirt. What is she trying to do? Trying to arouse me, to make me come without even touching me? I shouldn't let her win that easily!
Olivia smiled back at the blonde; one of her lopsided smiles, knowing that most women admired that about her. Alex blushed slightly, when she lost herself in the deep brown eyes in front of her. Acknowledging that she had just kicked the equalizer, Olivia stepped inside. When Liv was indoors, she asked herself what she'd gotten herself into. Alex wasn't kidding when she had told Olivia that her flat was messy.
"Whoa, what have you done all weekend? I haven't seen such a mess since…well, last week, but we were on some crime scene there. That's..," Olivia articulated towards what seemed to be the living room, "Let me guess, you haven't done anything so you could come by today, looking clumsy and helpless, and tricking me into helping you. Am I right, Miss Cabot?" finished the detective her inspection, still confused how the sophisticated attorney could end up in this jumble.
"Well, detective, you seem to be some attorney manqué." Alex stated without caring to comment on Olivia's conclusions. Mostly because the brunette got to the heart of it, but Alex wasn't ready to admit that right then.
"Flattering will get you nowhere today…At least not until we finished your bedroom." Olivia bit her tongue for the second time this day.
Are you out of your right mind, Benson? What's wrong, take it easy. You can do this. This woman has really gotten under your skin, hasn't she? She and her kicking-ass-attitude. Uh-uh her ass. Yummy. Concentrate on the things at hand! What are you here for? Right, renovating. That's something you're quite good at. Maybe you should try to impress her…I think we should start with her bedroom – just in case.
Has she just said that? My bedroom – why the sudden interest in this particular room? Sure, she didn't try to imply…No, that can't be. But maybe…I mean she was checking me out some minutes ago. God, was she checking me out, looking me up and down like I stood there naked, in all my glory. She wants my bedroom, than she should get; couldn't want to disappoint this beauty.
"Is that so, detective, than I guess we should going ahead. This talking and foreplay isn't going to help us, is it? Follow me and step into the lion's den." Alex purred, motioning for Olivia to come up close behind her. Liv did as she was told, unable to resist some smutty remark.
"The lion's den? That wild, are we? I always thought of you as a calm and silent woman…" Olivia explained as casual as possible while being guided into Alex's bedroom. The brunette looked about her, noticing that the room was empty except for the bed, standing in the middle of it. There was a ladder right next to one of the casement windows. Across from those windows between the wall and the bed, there stood a paperhanger's bench.
Okay, at least Alex had made some preparations. Olivia looked for the wallpapers, smiling widely when she caught sight of them. Bordeaux-red and fawn. That was so femme-like, almost stereotyped. If Alex and she really played for the same team and got involved some day, there would be no need to debate about their role allocations. Lost in thought Olivia didn't recognize that Alex was explaining her ideas of the new bedroom.
"…I just want to warm up the room in some way or the other. What do you think, Olivia?" completed Alex her description, standing right in front of Olivia, leaving just the absolute necessary personal space between the two of them.
"I guess than it's enough when you stay in here." Olivia said matter-of-factly. At least she tried to but failed, winking at Alex. The blonde smiled right back at her, shaking her head as if implying that the detective had just made some ridiculous statement. "We should get started now. You just need to tell me what to do and I try my best to satisfy your needs."
I could think of a lot of ways to satisfy you, you know. Lots of it contains this king-size bed in front of us. And I sure as hell think, we should get started by now…Get your thoughts out of the gutter. You can't astonish Alex when you drool all over her…I'm going to paper her apartment. Right, what's the first step? First? Come on, you know your way around this kind of stuff! Glue? Wallpapers?
You want to satisfy my needs? Then you should stop talking and start undressing. Yeah, that would be absolutely helpful. Not for my concentration but definitely for my pleasure. Does she know HOW good this childish shirt fits on her? It's like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. It would be so easy to just run my fingers over her arms up to her neck.
"I presume there's not much you need to do to satisfy me." Alex countered. When she saw Olivia's wide eyes she cheered inside of her. That went right down to the heart. "I mean, look at me, Olivia, I couldn't even fix to stick on one single width of a wallpaper roll." Alex enlightened her latest statement.
"Right…that ahem, yeah." Olivia hemmed, trying to get her composure back. "Ok, we should start with the measurements. Do you think you're able to do it? You just need to get the length and…" Olivia was cut off by Alex.
"Just shut up, detective, and let me do you…" Alex explained, not recognizing her slip, while taking the tapeline. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the brunette blushing a hundred times deeper than Alex had ever seen. "I mean, let me do you the fave, ya know…Just don't punish me with your lingo, okay?" Alex tried to calm her nerves.
Way to go. How could you be this reckless? Watch your words, Cabot! Sure, I would love to do her but I shouldn't have told her that fair in the face. Now, get your fine ass on the ladder without falling down. Alex climbed the ladder, pretending to be a little clumsy. By this means the detective came running for her rescue. Olivia stabilized the ladder with holding on tight to both sides. When she looked up she thought she should die right then and there. Olivia tried to force her view away. She tried not to look at those long legs, ending in some loosely shorts. Those shorts which gave her a perfect sight of the attorney's underwear.
She's wearing a string. Whoa. I can't believe what I'm seeing! Her backside looks nubile I only need to raise my hand and I could squeeze it…and if I bent my head just a little, I would receive a glimpse of her… Olivia was pulled out of her lala-land roughly by Alex.
"Thanks for rescuing my ass. Wouldn't want to bruise it, would we? Is there anything else I can do for you..."
Fin 2
A/N:I tried my best to keep them going and I hope that I "satisfied" you g
Sorry that it took me so long to continue. Next time I'll try to be faster, even though I always thought that sweet slow s…stories are always the bests.
I claim for feedback. tHx
