I promise to make sure I keep plenty of Alex/Olivia interaction as I try my hand at this case. Thanks for reading!
Alex might've awoken to the blare of car horns or the rustle of garbage trucks making their morning run, but it was the gentle run of Olivia's fingers over her forehead, pushing back the smooth strands of hair that stirred the attorney. Alex opened her eyes slowly to meet the soft smile of her beautiful detective.
"If I ever go blind or suffer from dementia, I better never forget how gorgeous you are," Olivia said softly.
Alex chuckled. "You win for most romantic at six in the morning," she said, "but don't get used to winning."
"I have an idea of how to secure my title," Olivia replied, as she began to lay kisses around Alex's slender neck. Alex hummed contentedly as Olivia pushed the blankets off her lover. She moved her lips to Alex's as the blonde easily woke up enough to reciprocate eagerly. Her hands traveled down, brushing across Alex's warm chest.
"Hmm, baby, aren't you tired?" Alex asked, hoping that Olivia wasn't but knowing she had only gotten two hours of sleep.
"Yes," Olivia replied truthfully, "but it's a feeling I'm used to. Waking up next to you is something that amazes me every day. And I would love to finish what we started yesterday…"
Alex groaned as Olivia's bit gently on her earlobe and the brunette's fingers reached the bottom of her tank top. With no arguments, Alex held her arms up and Olivia gently slid the camisole off.
"You look even more beautiful in the morning, when the light is pouring through the windows," Olivia continued as she leaned down to chastely kiss each newly exposed breast. "It does wonders for you, you look flawless."
"I'm not flawless," Alex laughed, as Olivia's tongue tickled the skin between her breasts. "Far from it."
"Hmm," Olivia replied, gently tweaking one of Alex's nipples, causing the blonde to take in a sharp breath. "But even your flaws are strengths, to me…that arrogance of yours always turned me on," she winked.
"Liv, take your shirt off please…"
"As you wish," Olivia laughed, pulling her t-shirt off quickly and tossing it to the side. "And if you had perfect vision, you wouldn't wear those incredibly sexy glasses," she said, glancing over to where the small black frames sat on the nightstand. She leaned down to kiss Alex's lips again, slipping her tongue inside to meet its willing partner as their chests heaved together.
Olivia moved her mouth down Alex's body, reverently dipping inside Alex's navel and making the blonde's abdominal muscles shudder. "And your slight neuroticism…well let's just say you always manage to keep me in line," she grinned.
And Olivia's mouth moved still lower, tracing the lining of Alex's panties. "See, everything you call a flaw is what I call yet another reason I love you," she breathed out softly. She hooked her fingers into Alex's panties and gently pulled them down Alex's long legs until the prosecutor simply kicked them off.
"And if I manage not to screw it up," Olivia continued, eliciting a small laugh from Alex, "I plan to show you I love you every day from now on, even when you don't believe it." She kissed Alex's inner thighs lovingly until Alex could feel Olivia's warm breath over her core.
"Olivia…" Alex called out with a hint of discomfort.
Olivia looked up and frowned. "What's wrong? Do you not want this right now?"
"No, no…I do, I mean I really do…but it's just that…that particular practice…"
"Alex, has anyone ever done, uh, this for you?" Olivia asked.
"Ah…no," Alex admitted, a faint blush creeping up onto her cheeks. "I don't really know what to expect."
Olivia reached her hand up and took hold of Alex's trembling one. "Alex, do you trust me?"
"With my life. You know that."
"Then trust me now, okay?" Olivia looked into Alex's eyes with sincerity.
Alex bit her lip, then smiled. "Okay."
"I love you." And then Olivia ran her tongue smoothly from Alex's opening up to the tip, tasting the blonde for the first time, and deciding she adored the flavor. She licked the full length twice more, and then went to work on Alex's clit.
As Olivia's lips sucked on her clit with such lovely force, Alex began to writhe in pleasure. "Oh God, Liv, so good…"
The brunette flicked the tiny bundle with her tongue and made circles on it before moving back towards Alex's opening. After a short glance up to make sure Alex was alright, she darted her tongue forcefully inside, earning her a scream from the blonde.
"Oh, oh…Liv…more!" Alex cried out as Olivia's tongue began to move faster and deeper. Alex had to grasp the sheets before she started flapping off the bed. She curled her toes, afraid if her lover kept doing these amazing things to her she'd lose control and kick her in the back of the head.
Olivia hadn't ever done this before, but as she continued to drink in the juices Alex's body was producing and began to feel her muscles contracting, she knew she'd want to do it again. Sensing that Alex was close, she moved her thumb back up to Alex's clit, and with just a couple of strokes, that was it.
"Olivia!" Alex threw her head back as her orgasm flew through her body, bringing with it sensations that were better than she'd ever experienced with any man. When it was over, she could only breathe out harshly and lay there completely still.
Olivia ran her tongue down the sensitive folds one more time, then came back up to Alex's side, waiting for her girl to recover, wearing the same smile she wore when Alex first woke up that morning.
When Alex finally opened her eyes, she saw that smile and had to wrap her arms around the detective's body. "I'm glad I trusted you," she whispered. "I want to stay here with you…but we have to get up."
"We do," Olivia replied sadly.
"This makes no sense, Elliot. We're the Special Victims Unit. We don't do regular homicides," Olivia shook her head as she sat across from her partner.
"This isn't a regular homicide, Liv, this was our ADA," Elliot replied tersely.
"I'm aware of that, and I'm angry about it, but our unit has other things to do!"
"We got this case because they knew that we would do whatever it took to solve this case. Don't we owe Gillian that? She did a lot for us you know."
"Well what are we supposed to do, tell all the rape victims that sorry, we have to do some other department's job before we can get to you? We've got to give this back to Homicide! I mean come on, right now our number one lead is a case that Manhattan Homicide was investigating!" Olivia ranted.
"We're perfectly capable of taking on multiple cases at once. It's not right to just forget about this. But we can collaborate with Homicide. In fact, that's exactly what Cragen is planning to do. He's in there with their captain right now," Elliot replied coolly, pointing at Cragen's office door. "Why are you so worked up about this, Liv? Talk to me."
Olivia just sighed. "No reason. I guess I'm just tired," she said lamely. "I'm gonna get a cup of sludge, want some?"
"No need," a voice came from the door. Munch strolled in with a tray holding four cups. "Four hot coffees for four exhausted detectives, guaranteed not made by me."
"Never loved you more," Fin said with a scratchy tone. "Wait, that came out weird."
Olivia laughed. "I'll never get sick of you guys."
"Yeah, well you'll be testing that theory right about now, cause we're gonna be here a while," Munch said, sitting down at the computer. "Meet Jackie Stern, victim in the Morrison trial. Twenty-six years of age when she was killed by a stray bullet as she and her husband took a shortcut home. Meet said husband, Brett Stern, twenty-eight years of age when he identified our defendant in a lineup as one of the people in the alleyway shooting at each other. Ballistics matched the bullet from Jackie's chest to the gun registered to said defendant. Meet Andrew Morrison, completely clean on the public record until this charge of involuntary manslaughter."
"Clean?" Elliot stated confusedly. "He's in the middle of a shootout in an alleyway and this guy's clean?"
"Wouldn't lie to you. But I bet precocious little Brett Stern thought just like you and did a little digging himself. And whatever he found must've scared him shitless to drop the charge."
"And get himself killed," Olivia added. "Morrison…think there's any chance we're dealing with the Irish mob here?"
"Could be, but hard to tell at this point. Since the charges were dropped, the investigation stopped. Andrew Morrison is on the streets and there have been no complaints from him since," Munch said.
"I guess we'll be paying him a visit," Fin sighed. "That's gonna be a fun one."
"Oh come on, partner, they're all fun," Munch grinned.
Olivia heard a cell phone ring from inside Cragen's office. "God, I can't believe they're still in there. Suppose they're plotting something?" she winked at Elliot.
"The city already plots against us enough," Elliot chuckled. "How many times have I gotten my pension threatened?"
"That ain't the city, that's the brass trying to keep you in line," Olivia laughed.
Cragen's door opened to reveal both their captain and the captain of Homicide, not looking happy.
"What's up, Cap?" Elliot asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Sit up, Stabler," he replied coldly. "Another ADA's just been killed."