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Warning: I still don't think this warrant an "M" rating but I am skating a fine line - if you haven't concluded yet - this contains femslash and should be viewed with caution (although if you have made it to Chapter 7 I think you are well aware of this by now , but in the interest of John Q Public's safety…. ;)

*I was going to hold this until next week but receiving such wonderful reviews has prompted this early release*

Stolen Moments

Alex's POV

I am practically running up the stairs and I narrowly avoid knocking down one of the hundreds of messengers/paralegals that constantly roam the dark dusty hallways of the DA's office. I am not quick enough to pass underneath the ever watchful eyes of Liz Donnelly. I thought I had been lucky when I passed by her office and saw her door shut, it never occurred to me that she would be waiting behind mine. I breathe a sigh of relief as a softly shut the door to my office and nearly jumped out of my skin as a familiar harsh feminine tone resounds around what I thought was my empty office.

"Three hours late Ms. Cabot. That isn't like you at all. I was unaware you had a life outside of the DA's office - do me a favor - have one on your own time. I will not make excuses again for you."

I turn and fight hard not to glare at the women who holds the key to my job and my future in the DA's office. We have butted heads on several occasions, but we have also conspired to stretch the law to suit the needs of this office - which rarely seem to coincide with seeing justice done. I respect her but I also can't stand the cold way she conducts herself. But then again she had to grow in the old boys network and her position today is a testament to the steel in her spine - steel she is determined to inject into my own.

I nod and apologize once again for my lateness, promising that it wont happen again. She stays to catch me up on my cases, as if I didn't already know and I let her ask pointedly probing questions as she tries to maintain her dignity while still being nosey about my business. I commit this conversation to memory because I know that you too will garner amusement from this early start to my day. I look at my phone and pull up your number - toying with the idea of calling you, but placing that thought aside - content to wonder how yours is going thus far.

Olivia's POV

Elliot is determined to find out who you are. He has even enlisted the help of our in-house conspiracy theorist Munch. Though Fin and I haven't exactly hit it off, I find myself grateful for his chill attitude and disinterest in my personal life. I suppose this is partially my fault for walking into the precinct with a smile on my face but I can hardly help it and I feel like shouting it to the heavens that you are mine.

Mine.

The thought brings an even bigger smile to my face and I struggle to wipe it off before it is noticed by my partner. I am glad to see we haven't caught anything new and this seems to be a paperwork day - which suits my mood perfectly. In fact I find myself devising different ways to convince you to leave your work behind, my mind providing scenes of seduction, romance - who knew I would adjust so easily to loving you - to loving anyone, because honestly I can't think of the last time I have felt this way about anyone.

I loose myself in my paperwork and I work my way well through lunch - this is me, determined to make time for you, this is me wanting to care more for what could happen between us - because what is happening between us is surely the brightest spot in my drab world, because what happened between us last night was singularly beautiful - I want to place this, us, first and I think catching up on the paperwork that El and I usually allow to pile up in small mountains on our desks is the most efficient way to spend this rare day. Rare because we have caught nothing new, rare because instead of dreading to go home I look forward to it. Rare because for once I have something, someone to go home to. I place another finished report in my completed pile and dive into it again.

Alex's POV

I glance at the clock. It's almost three and I have another court appearance in half an hour. I have been in and out of the building, this office all day - but my thoughts have never strayed far from you. I feel strangely conspicuous as I trace the familiar steps of a day in the life of an ADA. I wonder if anyone can see the contentment that bubbles beneath my cool veneer. I have kept my smiles tight and rare but inside I long to lose myself in our shared camaraderie and be, once again, in a place where I feel safe enough to smile freely. I pick up my cell and once again check to see if you have called, texted and once again I see nothing. I allow the faint sardonic smile to curve my lips this time - and here I thought you would be the besotted one. I guess I am not as stoic as I thought, although if it is a choice between you or I giving anyone pause at our, dare I call it close, working relationship I have little doubt that it will be you. Even before we admitted to the way we felt, even before we gave into the physical need we both possessed you were horrible at hiding the way your eyes would track me through the room - granted you were always good at saving face with one of your sarcastic comments concerning the way I conducted myself as an ADA, but even I was able to eventually read past the bullshit - and you are surrounded by detectives. I wonder just how long we can continue in this charade.

My phone vibrates and I find myself looking down excitedly only to see that it is my mother calling as she sometimes does in her random high society way. I showed too many of my cards too early at SVU to pretend as though I did not grow up privileged, that I am not independently wealthy or well connected. But unless they have investigated me they have no idea just how wealthy, privileged or connected I am. The funny thing is - I could care less except for the shortcuts the opportunity allows in my chosen career. I don't want my detectives to know, and I especially don't want Olivia to find out - though I find myself reluctant to explore the reasons why I would want to keep such a huge factor of my upbringing a secret from a woman I can see myself spending a lot of time with in the near future.

I suppose I could always have Huang analyze me later if it becomes an issue - though I know it won't be. Even so I can't stop myself from worrying over every little minor thing - it's the retentive perfectionist part of my personality. I stand, stretching leisurely before grabbing my coat and briefcase. I open the door of my office without really paying attention and find myself chest to chest with you. If I thought the tension between us was bad before - it doesn't even compare. I freeze as a hard jolt of electricity jumps through me, extending from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers and toes. My briefcase falls to the floor with a loud thud and I watch you as you bend to one knee to retrieve it - placing you in a position that leaves my face flushed in the wake of the x-rated thoughts that race through my mind. I see the twinkle in your deep eyes before you hide it behind the hungry look you toss my way. The door is still open and I know I need to say something but I can think of nothing. Your warm soft voice saves me as you ask if I have a few minutes to spare and I know you are not here for a warrant. I look at the clock and respond that I have a little less than ten minutes to spare and step back to let you shut the door, your lips twisted in a predatory smirk.

Olivia's POV

Here we are in your office again, on your desk - again, our bodies pressing together again - despite the career ramifications, and despite the risk I cannot keep my hands off of your gorgeous body. We breathlessly pant out the rules of engagement in-between hot stolen kisses.

No touching below the belt.

No marks where anyone can see.

Clothing has to stay on with minimal dishevelment.

… past that - anything goes.

I pin your arms within the confines of your long coat and vigorously attack your lipstick stained lips to find them flavored strawberry and I let loose a soft approving moan earning our fourth rule.

Keep the noise to a minimum.

You and your rules, you are such a lawyer, but I am hardly complaining. Especially when you twist our positions and press my thigh between your legs, pressing one of your own between mine - and we are supposed to keep the noise level down after that - that really is cold my love.

My head is tipped back, my hands massaging your firm cheeks as your mouth drags a hot path down my neck when your cell phone goes off. I bolt up thinking I have made you late yet again and watch as you smirk and hold up your phone to show me the alarm icon that is still steadily going off. I scowl at you, but inside I am grateful for your careful planning. Having nowhere else to go and nothing else to do, I have all the time in the world to play whatever games you are willing to play - and this is one I will never argue against. I lick my lips slowly and pull you close to me as I help you smooth out the minor wrinkles our foreplay has placed on your suit and as I brush my hands down your lithe body I am rewarded with a smile and a request that I come over to your place tonight. I pull our hips flush together and kiss your cheek softly before releasing you and whispering - it's a date.

Alex's POV

You certainly know of a perfect way to make time fly and though you assure me I look perfect I can't help but check my reflection in the small mirror I keep hidden in my purse for such occasions. I can see the changes in the woman staring back at me - but nothing so major that the most common of acquaintances would notice. My eyes are lighter, the lines of my face are softer - as if loving you has taken the edge off literally as well as figuratively.

Loving you.

I carry that thought with me through the rest of my day as I try and allow the truth of that simple statement to sink in. It seems almost ridiculous that I could love you after one night - but I know it has been this way between us for much longer… for too long.

Heavy thoughts for such a new relationship - but I scarcely think of little else. I am grateful for the open and shut nature of this latest case - you and Elliot really are getting so much better at bringing me complete cases as opposed to a thousand loose ends and theories the two of you pre-maturely discounted. The whole team is in fact much better but more often than not I find myself prosecuting more of your cases than Fin and Munch - at least I think of them as yours, since you are the one who is always coming around looking for warrants.

I wonder if I should call you to see what you would like for dinner, if I should call to see if you would prefer white or red wine - we never really did discuss what was on the agenda tonight, besides the obvious. And since the obvious is so obviously pressing perhaps we should seek physical nourishment in a more public place - a far better idea since I am sure we will both need our strength. Pleased with my own brilliance I pick up my phone and dial your number.

Olivia's POV

I spoke too soon earlier today, but it makes me glad that I took a moment to drop by your office, because it would seem that may be the only time we had today. Somehow Elliot tracked me down to your office and called just as you left to let me know that our presence was requested in Chelsea - a rape had been reported and the victim this time is only twelve.

Twelve!

It is cases like this that make me sympathize with Elliot's secret desire for five minutes inside an interview room alone with a perp with no consequences. I honestly do not know how he deals with it - especially with four children of his own, three of which are girls. I hope nobody ever lays a hand on anyone he loves - Elliot could and would so easily loose control and out of loyalty to him and his family I would probably join in the fray. We really are so much closer than we should be - but it has only made us a stronger more cohesive unit because of it.

I keep my voice soft as I stare into huge brown eyes, already guarded from an experience no child should have to ever experience. Although her face still radiated innocence, her demeanor still reflects the trauma of her brush with something that should be so beautiful and special but that will now retain the tainted memory of this day. She flinches at the slightest touch and she has yet to shed a single tear - apparently her attacker told her that if she cried he would kill her, her parents and her little sister. Which tells us he had been stalking her for a long time or is acquainted with the family. Either way we will get the sick bastard, if for no other reason than his foolishness at leaving a piece of himself on this brave little girl. And she was so very brave.

I stand to allow Dr. Huang his turn, to allow him to do the very thing he had been trained to do, the very thing I excel at without the training - the very thing that keeps me up most nights - comforting a victim. I let every one of them in me - I live their experiences most nights, but it gives me a unique insight to their pain, it gives me an edge when I face their perpetrator in the interrogation room - but it costs me… and will continue to cost me until I die in the line of duty, retire with my pension intact or concentrate my talents elsewhere - and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon God willing.

This dark line of thinking does give me pause but I am given no time to ponder as Elliot tells me that Dr. Warner had a lead.

I find myself smiling as I enter the ME's office. Melinda is truly an amazing addition to our team. Her passion for justice is evident in her willingness to stay that much later, and work that much harder on finding the evidence we need to put the bastards away. I have seen her work longer shifts than even Elliott and I - only to go home and pour over medical digests, new scientific breakthroughs, and international advancements to find some new method she had overlooked or some new way to present evidence in such a way that there is no question as to the innocence or guilt of the body that sits in silence at the defense's table.

My admiration for the woman is shared by our entire team and I am not surprised when she hands us something solid. The DNA didn't score a direct hit but we did get several familial markers that would narrow it down to a much smaller number of people. We are looking at the males in three families - further investigation narrows it down to four names. I love when the system works for instead of against us.

I feel my cell phone vibrating in my pocket and before I even see the caller ID I am smiling because I know it is you.

Alex's POV

Your pleasure at the sound of my voice is evident as you croon your own hello and I can tell you are more than likely smiling in that lop-sided way you do so well. It's late - well - later than I am sure we originally anticipated and I am not surprised to find you hot on a case. Once again our mutual dedication has worked in our favor since Liz has kept me late - payback no doubt for my tardiness this morning. I know you can't tell me when you will get off shift so I don't ask but I do leave you with several thoughts that I know will keep me at the forefront of your mind - several thoughts that will stay at the forefront of my own, and thought I don't want to be as understanding as I am, I know when the tables are turned you will give me the same.

I go home alone, my empty apartment reminding me of how badly I was looking forward to spending the night with you again and out of respect to you I refrain from letting the memories from last night guide my hand into giving me another passionate release driven by my thoughts of you. I scatter the books I have borrowed from work and read case law until exhaustion claims me and I fall into a dreamless sleep waiting for you.

Olivia's POV

It is well past midnight and even though we have tracked down and located all four of our potential perps it is hardly the right soft of hour to begin questioning. I obtain approval from Cragen to have beat cops sit on our four maybes so that myself and the rest of the team can rest up for what will surely be a very long day tomorrow. I of course have my own personal agenda - I have been waiting to see you all day and night long and even though I may only have the chance to curl up beside you in bed - I am willing to take what I can get.

Elliot offers to drive me home, but I decline and when he questions my response I simply tell him that I am not going home tonight and that he needs to mind his own business. He flashes me a smirk that tells me he knows exactly what I have planned and I wonder just how far he lets his imagination run away when he thinks of me.

I'm not asking - I really don't want to know.

I thank the cab driver as he pulls up to your building and I fish around my purse for a decent tip - he did get me all the way to the upper East side in under fifteen minutes. I look up to where I know your bedroom window is - surprised by the light that I still see on. Surely you didn't wait up for me.

I find myself hoping that you did as I ride the elevator up to your floor but I err on the side of caution and use the key you've given me instead of knocking - I truly don't want to wake you if you are sleeping. I whisper your name softly as I silently enter your apartment, smiling as the familiar fragrance of you assails my senses. I whisper your name again, this time a little louder and when no response comes I surmise that you have fallen asleep with your light on… more than likely in the middle of some snooze worthy brief - I have absolutely no envy of lawyers and their reading material.

I find myself leaned against your door frame, smiling at the sight that greets me. You are asleep and I was correct - you did it while reading. Your slender body is laid out on sheets so white they make you look tan. You are dressed in a dark blue tank with matching panties and I won't deny my eyes lingered on your long toned legs - they are one of your best features. My eyes linger on your face too - another of your best features…

Who am I kidding - you are simply the most beautiful woman I know and I have yet to find a flaw - but who said I was looking for one.

You look years younger and inexplicably sexy with your lips jutting in a small pout, your glasses perched precariously on the tip of your nose as the book you have laid across your chest rises and falls with each deep breath you take. Your hair is swept up into a makeshift bun but several strands have fallen to frame your face and I still the urge to tuck them behind your ears.

I don't know how long I have stood here memorizing you. I feel my own exhaustion settling in and although I want to join you in between those white sheets I resist and commit myself to removing the scattered books - stacking them in a corner as I slip the sheets over you, tucking you in as gently as I dare.

Alex's POV

I could swear I heard the door to my apartment open, but I am too comfortable and too tired to care. I feel myself falling back into that numbing daze when the faintest thread of your scent enters my room making me wonder if I am really awake of it I have fallen asleep dreaming again. I could swear I feel eyes on my body and small movements of weight being removed from the mattress upon which I lay.

My thoughts are confirmed when I feel the cool cotton covering me and I open my eyes to see you turning to leave. My hand shoots out, gripping your wrist, stilling your movements and causing you to turn and face me, your eyes locked on my own.

Its automatic, its primal - its need at its rarest and rawest.

Within seconds you're astride me, our bodies pressing together insistent upon getting as close as possible. I don't know if I am pulling up my shirt or if it is you - it matters not since it is flying across the room within moments of being slid up my body. Your clothes are more cumbersome and I let you take them off as I distract you with the long, deep, searching kisses I can't seem to stop pressing to your lips. My mind can't keep up, can't comprehend because all I can think of is feeling your naked skin on mine. Somehow my wish is granted and I find myself pressed back to the bed, my fingers tangled in your hair as your shoulders force my legs wider apart and your mouth is exploring my most intimate places. You ignore my cries for more as you keep your touches achingly slow. I shift my hips to keep time with you only to be further frustrated when you change the pace.

Your name is a mantra and my world is narrowed on the single syllable that steadily escapes my lips…

Liv.

Olivia's POV

This is a first for me and an act I wasn't bold enough to dare last night - but I find instinct to be true, that which works for me works for you. You are explicit with your instruction to a point and then all I can hear is my name on your lips, all I can feel is the squeeze of your thighs around my head and the rough way your fingers are tugging at my hair. I feel you pulse beneath me, around me and just as I am addicted to your scent so now am I to your taste. I let my fingers replace my tongue as I shift up your body to watch as I strive to offer you a second release.

I am not disappointed and this time I swallow your cry of pleasure, letting my lips play over your skin as you slowly come back to me. It amazes me the self control I have with you - it amazes me that I am so willing to place my own passion on the back burner so that yours can take the forefront.

One touch from you changes all of that of course. You never struck me as the type to be a passive lover.

I find myself in the same position I held you in an hour ago but I prop myself up so that I can watch as well as feel Alexandra Cabot prostrate before me, between my outstretched legs - her blue eyes hidden from my view as she strives to return the time and attention I have spent on her. I can only watch for the fewest of moments before my own eyes close in response to her own instinctual touch. Should I be surprised she excels here as she does everywhere else? She plays me like an instrument she holds mastery over and I arch, my back bowing in surrender to the rush of pleasure she has granted me - and to think I was content to allow her to continue tonight in sleepy repose.

Alex's POV

I smile as your body jerks violently and no matter the thickness of these walls, I am fairly sure my neighbors will have heard the scream of my name that has escaped your lips. I slowly lick my lips as I rest my chin on the top of your muscled thigh my eyes taking in the complete loss of control I have offered you. Surely you don't think legal books are the only thing I have read? A good prosecutor is always prepared - months ago when I decided I would pursue you I did my homework but where did your expertise come from? It is a conversation I am sure we will have one day… but not at the moment. I feel myself re-seeking sleep in light of the levels of oxytocin I am sure have permeated my body - released in those moments you so selflessly gave me.

I lazily crawl up your body, my arms wrapping around you as my head falls against your naked breast. I have just enough energy to reach across you to set my alarm before sleep reclaims me.

Olivia's POV

You are asleep within seconds and I smile at your resilience in setting your alarm - Liz Donnelly must have made an impression. Sleep never comes that easily for me - though I know it will come soon tonight thanks to you. I set my own alarm - grateful that I had the forethought to bring a change of clothes. I familiarize myself with the weight of your body on mine and find it is something I could get used to. With this last thought I allow my eyes to close and instead of finding myself reliving the horrors of a victim, I find myself reliving these moments with you - and I am fairly certain the morning will find me with a smile on lips that still taste of you.

A/N - As promised a much much longer chapter. My longest written for this story. I will more than likely cap this at 10 chapters. That is the goal anyways. Thanks to all for the reviews and for simply reading what I throw down. You are who make it worth the sleepless nights and the evil looks I am currently receiving. I hope the reading was as enjoyable as the writing. Thanks again!