Dance Me to the End of Love.
This story will delve deeper into the mechanisms of the couple Alex/Olivia, the depth of their feelings for each other and their emotional/sexual relationship. It's focused on their present day lives with little flashbacks into their past here and there.
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Chapter 1.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
New York is always a hustle and bustle city at any time of day and night the whole year round. On a late Friday afternoon you could see thousands of people on the move, some of them heading home, many other heading off to their favorite bar to have a relaxing drink with friends and co-workers after a hectic workweek. They all had one thing in common, they were all looking forward to the weekend and to relax with family, friends or lovers and a lot of lonely hearts were ready to go on the prowl, secretly hoping to maybe discover a fellow lonely heart, all yearning to ease their solitude.
In a large grey building cooped up inside her office Alex Cabot gave out a long sigh as she took off her glasses and rubbed her tired eyes. As she chewed on the stem of her glasses she looked at the mountain of paperwork in front of her, folders and dozens of documents that she still had go through and annotate. She gave out an even bigger sigh, she wished that she could just make all this stuff disappear by some magic although she knew damn well that her wish wasn't very realistic. This was her job and although at times it was overwhelming and suffocating she did love her work, she couldn't envision herself doing anything else with as much dedication as she gave to her chosen profession.
Alex was feeling tired, more mentally than physically, it had been a week with a very unpleasant and complicated trial, inevitably that included unpleasant clashes with defending lawyers, reluctant witnesses, exasperated judges and all the strange human fauna that completed the circus of a headline grabbing criminal trial.
It was getting late in the afternoon and she decided to call an end to her workday. She gathered up a few folders that she slid into her briefcase, all the rest that weren't urgent she piled up in a single stack on her desk to be looked at later. She straightened out her desk, putting odds and end into different drawers and on the large bookshelves that covered an entire wall of her office.
As she put her coat on and switched off the office lights she thought to herself: "Thank you God for small mercies and that I don't have to deal with anything or anyone from work until next Monday." With that thought she closed her office door making sure it was locked.
It was true that she didn't have to deal with anybody from work for the whole weekend. Well, except one person…just one person…but that ONE person in the last few years had become the reason for all of her days…and her nights…the one and only reason for her total happiness and illuminated her existence in a way that she had never thought possible.
That ONE person was a dark-haired beautiful woman with a large heart as well as endless patience and empathy for all the victims she had to deal with on a daily basis. That woman was HER Olivia, Detective Olivia Benson, her Olivia with her beautiful heart and mind, her extraordinary intelligence, kindness and sensitivity, her understanding and caring, her love and her passion.
Alex love Olivia's taut muscles, beautiful long legs, sensual curves, her generous breasts, her strong and sensitive hands that could set her on fire with just one fleeting touch, her sway that drove Alex wild and her beautiful face with those wonderfully sensual, always warm and so kissable lips that Alex adored.
And then there were Olivia's eyes, those extraordinary beautiful dark liquid velvet eyes that Alex got hopelessly lost in every time she looked into them.
Those incredible eyes had cast their eternal spell on Alex from the first moment that they had locked with hers so many years before. They'd seduced her, confounded her, troubled her even in her sleep and more than once reduced her to a blabbering fool when they were concentrated on her.
Olivia's eyes had drawn her in like a powerful magnet, she was still mesmerized by how those eyes could sometimes be so enigmatic and mysterious and then all of a sudden be radiating a warmth so strong and unique that it took her breath away. Those incredible eyes always gave Alex the feeling of being enveloped by a soft caressing breeze, something she had never experienced in her life until she met Olivia.
But most of all Alex loved the way Olivia's eyes looked at her, when Olivia's eyes fell upon Alex you could see a whole gamut of emotions blazing out of those dark eyes, you could see passion, lust, appreciation, a touching tenderness and most of all you could see in every single expression of Olivia's eyes and her face that overwhelming and profound love she felt for Alex.
Olivia's gaze always made Alex feel as though she was the luckiest, the most special and the most loved woman in the world and she often wondered how lucky they were having been able to get to where they were at now. God only knew that it hadn't been easy, it seemed as though an evil twist of fate had always tried to do its best to destroy the dreams of Olivia Benson and Alexandra Cabot.
It had been devastating for both of them when Alex had been put into the Witness Protection program. They had just started to finally face up to their feelings after having danced around each other for quite a while. They were both very much aware of their attraction for each other and how what they felt in each other's presence went way beyond ordinary feelings of friendship between two women.
They'd always found excuses to seek each other out even for the most banal of details and whenever they found themselves together, be it at work or outside of work, they always wound up being in the closest possible physical proximity of each other, both conscious of their interplay and both careful to play it so as not to attract attention from their co-workers. And this silent courtship had involved many verbal clashes between them that only added fuel to the fire that was already lit between these two strong headed women.
It was always as though that even in their most heated verbal exchanges they simply couldn't break eye contact, as though both of them tried to hang unto that visual communication every time to the very last glance, both desperately seeking out in each other that subtle sign that would allow them to cross their respective boundaries and release their feelings that had grown beyond a mere physical attraction into something much more complicated and deeper.
One evening after they'd been out for a late dinner, both tired and worn after a long day they'd shared their first unexpected kiss. Olivia had insisted on driving Alex home instead of having her take a cab. As they were saying goodnight they had leaned into each other for a brief embrace and as Alex had readied to give Olivia a brief kiss on the cheek Olivia had moved her own head to do the same resulting in Alex's lips settling on her own. They'd been still for a moment savoring the surprise feeling of their lips meeting.
After some seconds of silence and both holding their breaths Olivia had whispered: "I'd like for you to that again Alex." Alex had let go of so much that she had pent up inside and had eagerly lavished her mouth on Olivia's in what became a burning hot and prolonged kiss which had both of them losing all sense of time and place.
After long minutes of kissing and nuzzling into each other's necks Alex had rested her forehead on Olivia's and whispered: "Liv, please don't tell me this is just a dream or a spur of the moment thing because it would be tough for me to accept that."
"Alex, sweetheart, it's not, it could never be, we both know that this is something we've both been wanting for a long time. I know tonight is not the right night for you to invite me up, we're both dead tired and we have to be in early for work tomorrow but I promise you that in the days ahead we'll have more time, I'll make sure to make more time for the two of us to take all this in. And if we want, maybe this can turn into something wonderful for the two of us, I won't pressure you in any way, I respect you too much…and from the way you're making my heart beat I know that this is so much more than an infatuation for me" Olivia replied.
Alex had taken Olivia's hand and slipped it under her open coat and half un-buttoned blouse, placing Olivia's palm on her breast, her heart beating fast as she breathed: "Here's your reply about how I feel" and she had hungrily taken Olivia into another seemingly never-ending kiss until she reluctantly had to stop. Olivia had escorted her the door of her apartment building, saying their goodnight again they had held each other for a brief while and allowed their lips to fleetingly touch before going off into separate directions with a heavy sigh, brightly lit eyes and wildly beating hearts.
What they didn't know and could never have imagined, not even in their worst nightmares, was that within a short while they would be thrown into a very long and painful separation that would take an extremely heavy toll on both of them, both emotionally and in Alex's case also physically.
It was only after Alex's return from WitSec and her subsequent long silence until one day she showed up out of the blue at a crime scene, leaving Olivia speechless and in utter emotional turmoil, that their interrupted destinies met up again.
They had begun by taking little steps to get close to each other again, Alex terrified at first that Olivia would reject her. But although Olivia had been deeply hurt by Alex's distant and silent behavior after her return she simply couldn't shut Alex out, too many things had been left unsaid between them and very soon it became very clear to both of them that their feelings for each other had never lessened or vanished, on the contrary, they were still very much alive and even stronger than before.
And then one magic night everything had fallen into place, all that they had dreamt of during countless days and nights apart during their forced separation came to be, finally healing the open wounds they'd both carried for too long.
And it had become a glorious unforgettable night for them, a new beginning, a new journey, this time travelled together.