Disclaimer - I think its been established - but - yes, these character's are not mine. Alas they belong to someone else (NBC, Dick Wolf ect.)
Your Place or Mine?
Alex's POV
My meeting with Jack turned out not to be a total waste of time and I think my tardiness was excused by the abruptness of his request. We talked about my caseload, about the possibility of stepping back into the role of bureau chief, about life in general - to which I replied that I had no real life outside of this career. And I don't. My free moments, rare though they might be, are spent chasing away thoughts of you, and since you are such an integral part of this career I have chosen - well... the prosecution rests.
There are moments when grains of wisdom shine through the years of cynicism that have built upon that man. He never elaborated when he told me that working with attraction was never that easy, which scares me - how easy have I been to read these past few years? He never mentioned you, but that doesn't assuage my paranoia. I know you are the death to my dreams of ascension, but I can scarcely fight my needs anymore. My weakness will be my demise and one I walk towards freely.
Olivia's POV
I am shaken. Every instinct tells me this will be a mistake but I tire of going with my gut - especially when being close to you makes it swim. When every touch sends a pulsating shock right into my core and as soon as I escape Hogan Place my knees give out and I find myself sitting at the top of the steps, looking out into the crowd - wondering when I let you have so much power over me.
Maybe letting this burn out of our systems will help, but can I take the pain you will inflict when you tire of our little soiree - that is the one thing that stills my hand when its given free reign of your spectacular frame - can this be enough. I've given my word that I will call you tonight just as you have opened the door with the command to come over. I slowly slide my fingers through my hair, frustrated with my over thinking and wondering why I can't just let this happen.
Alex's POV
My day seems endless and my office is positively stifling with memories of you. The order you destroyed when you pressed my back to my desk has been restored but I find that I would readily given into chaos to have you between my thighs again.
Tonight.
You promised you would call not that you would come over, but there is no denying that you want to. I stand and slide my jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack next to the door and slide my hands over the soft material of your shirt, lifting it to inhale your subtle scent. Though I was too harried at the moment to appreciate your selfless gesture - the sweet chivalry of it does not escape me nor does the one that occurs later in the day when a package arrives containing an exact replica of the one you tore open. The exact replica. I feel the smile you've put on my face broaden - your attention to detail has always been one of your strongest suites.
Olivia's POV
I hear my phone ding as it announces a new message and once investigated I see its from you. I have to laugh at the duality seeing a message from you has on me. My heart pounds with anticipation in hopes that you have resumed sending those hot little reminders that I am on your mind, but a part of me dreads those self same words for the desire I know they will cause to reawaken in me.
Your words are restrained this time as you thank me for the gesture, while simultaneously chiding me that I didn't have to. Your soft scolding makes me feel childish because I know I didn't have to Alexandra - it was simply the right thing to do, albeit driven by a completely selfish need to stave off any more visions of you wearing just my shirt and nothing more. Although in the future I will have to be much more careful in the event I choose to roughly disrobe you - your attire is simply too costly to continue to replace.
In the future...
Who am I kidding... this is just sex for you right? A one or two time roll in the hay kind of thing... I can't see you risking your ambition for it to be anything more.
Alex's POV
In true Benson fashion you never did respond but I know I put you on the spot when I drew attention to the gifts you tried so hard to keep under wraps. I wonder why you shy from compliments in that way? I find myself wondering a lot about you and your life but I have no idea how to ask. I find the notion funny that I get paid to dig and probe into the most private parts of people's lives but I can't form a single question about yours for fear it will drive you away - there is so much you keep hidden from the world Olivia... I wonder if tonight will shed any light on the areas you stubbornly keep gray.
There I go again, insisting that tonight will happen the way I want it to. Perhaps my arrogance is drawn from my ability to persuade, or perhaps because you have already confessed that this dance of attraction can no longer go on. Regardless, if you won't come to me tonight then I will go to you.
Olivia's POV
Night is falling and though I cannot see the clock in the squad room I can hear it ticking the seconds and minutes away. Everyone is gone but me and I have only stayed because as long as I keep my mind buried in work then I can ignore the urge to keep my promise and call a number I know now by heart. I glance at the phone on my desk, my fingers itching to dial as my mind and mouth work out a plausible excuse as to why I need to stay away.
The phone rings, startling me and I pick it up quickly, rattling off my name and unit. There is a long pause and I wonder if I have somehow become the victim of a prank call and then a familiar husky alto breathes into my ear...
"Why haven't you called me detective - stalling?"
I feel my breath hitch as my throat becomes dry - what am I, fourteen? And why do I let you affect me so. I shake my head and try to calm the wild beating of my heart as I try to tell you that I'm on call tonight. You adequately sum up my lie with a single word.
"Bullshit."
Alex's POV
On call my ass. You are not the only one with investigative skills, don't you think I would have checked the calendar to ensure you would be able to accept my invite once given. Haven't I already demonstrated that I don't take rejection well? I swear, if my body hadn't been kept on a slow simmering heat all day I would hang up on you right now in response to your insulting cowardice - but - just the sound of your warm voice has wound me even tighter and I need you now more than ever. So I let go of part of my pride and tell you I am waiting and have been all day - deciding brutal honesty is the best policy with you.
I can hear your breath quicken and bite back a groan as I imagine that same hot air against my skin or echoing in the silence of my apartment. I can feel the tension between us grow as our mutual silence ensues and I wait for your stubbornness to break. I am surprised when you give in - its much sooner than I had anticipated. Your voice is hoarse, slightly raspy.
"Fine counselor, but I'm not coming over. If you want to see me tonight then you can slum a little and re-locate."
I find myself smiling as you force me to make the next move. This dance might be old between us but one can't deny that it has its fun moments. I agree to your terms and hang up the phone, my hand shaking with anticipation.
Olivia's POV
I let the phone stay against my ear and listen to the dial tone for a moment. I didn't think you would agree - you don't seem like the type who gives up control very easily and I have in effect forced you to declare your commitment to this insane plan of ours - which you do and I find myself frozen as I try to remember the last time I entertained a guest in my apartment. I am not even sure why I have an apartment and not just a storage building - I sleep more often in the crib than in my own bed. I feel my eyes widen and my movements are jerky as I realize that if I don't leave now you will inevitably beat me there.
I throw my keys on the counter and do a quick glance over, my attention drawn away by the shrill of my apartment's buzzer. Dammit - how can you have gotten here so quickly. I feel hunted, pursued and I can't decide if it is a feeling that I can acclimate to. I hit the button that will let you come closer then I ever thought I would allow you to be. There is no mistaking - this is going to happen. The moment you cross the threshold we take our relationship past the professional and into the sexual - the tension in the air is thick and I feel my heart pounding against my chest, ringing in my ears mixing in with the sharp knock on my door.
Alex's POV
You stand there looking much like you did as you left my office earlier - your eyes dark and deep with emotion, your shirt a sharp contrast to your olive complexion, the "bad boy" look of the leather that drapes over your broad shoulders and your stance an arousing mixture of femininity and aggression. I swallow - hard - and step into your apartment. I feel your body brush against mine as you lean forward to shut your door - a juxtaposition from our earlier encounter and I almost want your hands against me, shoving my back to the door as I did yours - but the touch never comes and I open my eyes to see you in the kitchen, pouring dark amber liquid into two glasses. I suppose a drink is fitting - a toast, to new beginnings, ,to new experiences - to the future - to us.
Us.
The term hangs loosely in my mind. Can there be an us? Will tonight define how we see each other from now on? I shake the seriousness from my mind. Tonight I don't want to think - I want to feel. I have thought about this too much now - and I am sure you have too. In the end we have this heat and it's time to stroke that fire.
I reach for you first, slowly sliding my open palm up the smooth worn leather that covers your bare arm. I capture your eyes and hold the intensity of your gaze as I simply trace the curves of your body with hesitant fingertips. I don't know if this is going to be fast or slow, I simply know that it is going to be.
I watch as you capture the fullness of your lower lip between straight even teeth and I don't miss the way you lean into my touch. I slowly grip the leather lapels, bunching the material in my hand as I slide it past your shoulders, down your muscular arms. I trap you and yank you forward and feel my body tense as we stand chest to chest, sharing air fragmented with all the subtle scents that remind me of you. I stare into your eyes at first and allow my gaze to travel lower before moving slowly back up - the next move is yours.
Olivia's POV
I stare into your blue eyes and try to ignore the hot pulse of lust that is pouring through my veins. This is a fantasy in the making, a fantasy come true and I feel inadequate standing in your presence, my body pressed to yours as you wait for me to make the next move.
Fuck it.
I lean forward letting my eyes drift shut as I brush my lips back and forth against yours, murmuring your name, letting it roll off my tongue - getting used to the way it feels to whisper it against your lips. I move back as you press forward, my thumbs finding the belt loops of the tight worn jeans that seem to be painted over your lower body and tug your hips to mine. I hold you there as I gently press my lips to yours briefly, my eyes opening to look back into yours. I feel your lips smile against mine before sealing our connection.
A/N - Yes I shall stop it there for the time being, with the promise that the next chapter will conclude this reprieve from the building tension. And that folks will be posted next week, unless my overnight shifts this week prove uneventful and then I can sneak in some writing in at the J.O.B Your feedback has been awesome - thanks again!