Title: Cooking
Disclaimer: These don't belong to me, just borrowing them
Pairing: Benson/Cabot (though if you're reading this and still haven't figured it out…come on)
A/N: Part Four (wow) of my "Actions" series. First is "Running", Second is "Dancing" and third is "Inviting".
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"Aunty Alex?"
Olivia felt sleep slowly recede as the body in her arms stir and heard soft voices converse before silence once more. She was half tempted to go back to sleep until she felt as if she was being stared at. Blinking her eyes open she saw Alex looking at her, a strange expression on her face that quickly disappeared when the blonde realized she was being watched.
"Hey," Olivia gruffed, yawning widely.
"Hey yourself. Sorry that I fell asleep on you."
"No worries," Olivia said, trying to ignore the wonderful feeling of the blonde's frame pressed into her own, the feel of firm breasts pressing into her stomach or the weight of slim hips pressing in between her own legs. 'Yep…gotta ignore that…yep…' "We've both been pretty busy lately. Guess good food and wine just kinda caught up." She was surprised when instead of moving away Alex settled back on top of her, the blonde head cradled upon Olivia's chest.
"You know I'm still mad at you, right?" Alex mumbled, blue eyes staring into the fire that had crackled itself almost out.
Olivia stiffened, drawing a blue gaze to her face. "Yeah, I know…"
"Good…" Blue eyes turned back to the fire. Olivia felt herself struggle with what to do, surprised again when she felt a hand reach for her own and move it so her arm was wrapped around the blonde once again. "You piss me off so bad sometimes…but you also make me feel protected." The words were soft, vulnerable and Olivia found herself falling harder.
Taking a deep breath Olivia wrapped both arms around the ADA and gave her a gentle squeeze. "I'll always protect you. It's my job," She added, chuckling softly at the poke to the side she received.
"So it's only because of your job that you protect me? Oh that makes me feel great," Alex replied dryly, flicking her gaze up briefly.
Olivia shook her head, "No. It's more then the job, you…you're one of my closest friends. I don't like to see you hurting."
Alex shifted and lifted up on arms pressed against the seat of the couch a serious expression on her face, "You can't always protect me, Detective."
"I want to try." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She winced internally, waiting for Alex to read the truth behind them and freak out. To get up and tell her to leave.
Instead what the blonde actually did Olivia would remember for as long as she lived. Slowly Alex leaned forward and brushed her lips against Olivia's cheek in a sweet, chaste kiss. Olivia had to bite back a moan at the feel of full lips brushing against her skin and warm breath washing over her ear.
"My hero," Alex whispered, dropping another kiss upon the warm cheek before pulling back once more.
Olivia blinked, looking up into blue eyes so close now. They were scant inches apart. SO close…oh so close…
"Always," The detective whispered.
A grin lifted the corners of the blonde's lips in a pleased grin. "I like that." Her voice was soft, inviting.
Olivia looked right into Alex's eyes, wondering if she was reading things right, or if there was any other way to read a woman leaning over you, so close to your face and looking at you like…like 'that!' She wanted to close the distant, but was afraid of being hurt, of being wrong. "Alex." She didn't know if she even said the words or if she only mouthed them, but suddenly she found Alex moving closer, blue eyes closing and the blonde head tilting ever so slightly. A flash of Saturday came back, but this time she knew Alex wasn't drunk. There had been no glazed look and Olivia knew for a fact that the half filled wine glass on the table was only the second one the blonde had imbibed in that night. 'Holy crap!' She thought, her own eyes slipping closed as she waited for the press of lips against her own.
"I'm back!"