Ink.
Kai
Summary: It's DoD, apparently, I'm having way to much fun with DC lol their still in DC. It's the day after, Olivia and Abbie leave the girls/get kicked out in favor of planning the wedding, to go explore Georgetown (if you haven't been to DC it's a nice little shopping… district?) and Olivia admits to something she's wanted to get done and Abbie, of course, talks her into it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. No really, I don't.
Rating: Do I really even need to keep putting this section in?
Pairing: Alex/Olivia and Abbie/Serena (though I don't know how involved they'll be in this one)
Author's Note: This chapter really starts to head down an AU trail, if any of you are actual reading the plot parts lol I want to apologize for the length of time since the last update, sufficed it to say life got in the way, it might continue too also, but know that I'm not dead lol and am still working on writing wonderful smut, at least I hope it is! Also this one goes to Jessica, finally got around to writing your request lol enjoy! IMHO this isn't my best work, but I really wanted to get something posted in this series so I stuck it out and finished it. Please don't be afraid to be honest in reviews lol
*8:20am*
ADA Alex Cabot stirred, groaning aloud as her body let her know just how unhappy it was with all the frantic activity from the night before. She glanced next to her and saw the tan fuzzy blob on the other side of the bed. Picking up her glasses from the nightstand where they'd, miraculously, made it to last night, slipping them on she confirmed the tan blob to be her fiancée, sprawled on her stomach one leg sticking out from under the white sheet and arms folded under her head. They always fell asleep curled up together, but come morning they had usually drifted into a sprawl. Both women being bed-hogs was one reason they usually slept in Alex's California king bed. Stretching and yawning, Alex smiled at her left hand, when the sunlight glinted off her shiny new engagement ring. Deciding that she really needed to answer the call of nature and greet the day, Alex climbed out of the bed, with a gentle kiss to her lover's cheek, she pulled on her white silk robe from a bag and grabbed her makeup/toiletry case, she slipped out of the room. She was just finishing brushing her teeth, when she smelled coffee brewing wafting down the hall from the kitchen. She figured it was time to face the piper, pulling her hair into a lose bun and slipping the ring back onto he finger, she headed for the kitchen. She poked her head into the guest bedroom, checking on her fiancée before pulling the bedroom door shut quietly. The handsome brunette got so little sleep in her normal, day to day life. A little extra shut eye on their mini vacation was well earned.
Alex shuffled into the kitchen and found Serena seated at the table, newspaper in one hand and coffee mug clutched in the other. Serena glanced up as she entered, "Hey," her eyes drifted back down to the paper.
"Morning," Alex grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup. "Where's your crazy Texan?" She sat next to the other ADA and took her first sip.
Serena smiled, "Still in bed, she'd never admit to it, but she doesn't bounce back quite as fast as she used too," Serena smiled again, remembering her adorably miserable girlfriend form earlier in the morning. Abbie had steadfastly refused to get out of bed when Serena had tried to rouse an hour earlier. Finally taking pity on her, Serena had made her take two Advil and drink a glass of water, before telling her that she was getting up by ten. Serena cleared her throat then, "Soo…we need to talk about last night?"
Alex stared into her coffee contemplatively, "Honestly?" She asked not looking up. Taking Serena's answer for granted, she continued, "I'm fine with it. We're all consenting adults and we kept to our own partners. Hell Serena, we lived together for three years. Harvard or not that's a small space for two women to share. " Alex laughed then, thinking back on some of their crazier times, thanking God, not for the first time, that they'd managed to stay out of serious trouble.
"True enough," Serena laughed. "I'm probably more worried about our other halves, how they're gonna feel about it," she took another drink.
Alex just nodded and let her mind drift to her assigned 'task' for the day. After everything was out in the open, Abbie had informed Alex that it was her job to get Serena out of the apartment for the day, so she could get it ready for the surprise party, and by association Olivia was helping her. "Same. Let's face it, there's bound to be some, macho, ego type issues. The quintessential "mines bigger" problems they always bicker about, are bound be worse."
Serena laughed then, her amusement clear, "Exactly, think they'll get over it?" She stood to rinse out her mug and set it in the sink and leaned back against the counter to continue the conversation.
"I do, even if they need most of the day to do it, but they'll be fine. They enjoy each other's company too much." Alex let a laugh escape, "That's why it's so hard to take them out in public together,"
Serena snickered, "I thought that was because they give us tequila, every damn time," she moved away from the counter and slid back into her chair.
Alex rolled her eyes, "Please you're not complaining and neither am I."
With a mischievous grin and a wave of her hand Serena dismissed the conversation "Soo… given anymore thought s to wedding stuff?" She leaned forward, chin in hand and grinning like a highschooler.
"Really? We just got engaged yesterday!" Alex laughed and looked around, checking to be sure they were still alone. Serena just kept her silence and waited expectantly, "But anyway, I think I know where I want to have it. It's going to take all my connections and maybe a few of Abbie's, think she'd be willing?"
Serena marveled at the excitement in Alex's eyes, "I'm sure. You wanna share?" She laughed then, when Alex giggled.
It hit Alex then, the perfect way to both get Serena out of the apartment and begin planning what would one of the more epic wedding in the last twenty years, if she had her way. "I'd love too. What say we strike out on our own for the day? Do wedding stuff and just let loose? We don't get the chance very often in New York anymore."
Olivia stirred and groaned, silently she cursed Abbie Carmichael. Seemed like every time they met up socially, she always wound up hung over and with a sore body the next day. It wasn't always true, not really. But it sure as hell seemed like it. But alas, Olivia could've said no, Abbie never made her do anything. She chuckled dryly to herself and last night had certainly been… a new experience. She supposed, if she hadn't been indulging, she probably wouldn't have said yes. But God, she'd wanted Alex, and Alex certainly hadn't made it easy to say no. She sat up then and stretched, flinching at the pull of well used muscles. She glanced at the clock on the night stand, 9:30. She groaned again, the last time she'd looked at the clock last night it had been 2:30. It occurred to her then that Alex wasn't in bed, not an unusual thing, Alex often was up before the detective. Having a more regular sleeping pattern Alex tended to have difficulty sleeping past 8, whereas it wasn't unheard for Olivia to only be going to bed at that time. Probably one of the reasons they still maintained their own separate apartments. Finally standing, Olivia let her thoughts drift to eventually sharing a home with the blond. Now that they were engaged it would be happening sooner rather than later. She shifted through Alex's purse, finally pulling out a bottle of Tylenol, she pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from her own bag, as well as her toothbrush, before shuffling sleepily from the room and towards the bathroom. She could hear voices in the kitchen and recognized them as Alex and Serena. A glance into Abbie's bedroom as she passed revealed the FDA naked and sprawled across her bed on her stomach, head burrowed under a pillow and the sheet barely covering her ass. With a happy smile Olivia closed the bathroom door behind her, at least Abbie was feeling the effects too.
After relieving her bladder and brushing her teeth, Olivia contemplated her reflection, debating whether or not to comb her hair into some semblance of order. One of the unfortunate things about keeping her hair short, it might only take a minute to get ready, but if you didn't take that minute… finally giving into her innermost wants and desires she left it alone and went to join Alex and Serena. She opened the door and standing there about to knock impatiently was Abbie. Hair ridiculously mussed and she was wearing a dark blue, cotton robe, that came to mid-thigh and was barely tied around the waist, leaving nearly every bit of tan skin between her breasts on full view. "Of course you'd own that and call it a robe," Olivia rolled her eyes and laughed.
Abbie groaned, "It's too early 'Liv, how the hell are you so perky?" She leaned against the doorframe and closed her eyes, content to just stand there.
"Number one it's a quarter til ten. Trust me I'm putting on a major front. Besides our women are already up and in the kitchen and we both know they were drunker then us," Olivia laughed, she was starting to pull out of her hangover. Years on the police force had taught her to get over it quick.
A single brown eye cracked open, "Guess that's what we get, huh? Hooking up with a couple of kids. Between yours being eight years younger and mine seven…" Abbie sighed and finally opened the other eye, "But God, what a lay." She snickered and Olivia smacked her, "Oh please, like you haven't thought it! Besides I was there last night, dear friend. You two burnt it up!" Finally starting to wake up, Abbie stretched.
With a blush, Olivia reached out to pull the robe back together and cover the parts of Abbie's anatomy that made a surprise appearance, Abbie smacked her hands away and fixed it herself, cinching the belt tighter in the process, making the robe way les obscene. "You wanna talk about last night?" She asked, once everything was covered.
Olivia shrugged, "If it'd been anyone else? Maybe. I suppose we'll talk about it later, we've got all day to entertain ourselves after all."
Abbie nodded, "True enough. Hopefully Alex can get Serena outta here, we're supposed to pick the cake up in Georgetown at four and I've still got a get a few other things. We can browse the shops if you want, I'm not in a huge hurry." Finally awake enough and her hangover faded enough that she was remembering why she'd climbed out of bed, she pushed Olivia out of the way and closed the door.
Olivia just laughed and made her way to the kitchen.
Alex and Serena stopped talking and looked up as she entered, Alex smiling at the picture she made. Hair tousled from sleep, dark blue silky boxers hanging low on her hips and an old NYPD t-shirt that had seen much better days, not that Alex minded the thread bare shirt, not at all. Arms wrapped around her shoulders then and she tilted her head up and back to accept the loving kiss bestowed upon her. She nestled briefly into her lover's shoulder before Olivia pulled away to capture her own mug of life sustaining fluid. "If it's ok with you, Serena and I are going to head out on own in a little bit, do some sightseeing and uhh…talk about wedding plans," Alex blushed and dropped her head to stare into her mug.
Olivia fully aware of the main reason for Alex to get Serena away, just nodded and sighed. Sitting her cup down and stealing another kiss and hug she whispered into Alex's ear, "Just keep her out of Georgetown," she slid into the chair next to her fiancé then and drank deeply from the steaming mug. "Sounds good, don't get to carried away, we don't have to get married tomorrow you know," she laughed then, a nervous laugh. It may have been, kind of, her idea, but she was hoping for a semi long engagement. Plenty of time to, A. write vows, B. psych herself up, C. ready herself for public speaking. She loved Alex and wanted to marry her, hopefully at least a year past this day in April.
Alex smiled, "How about July?" she asked innocently. Olivia choked on the hot brew she'd just taken a mouthful of. Alex patted her on the back as she coughed, "Relax, love. I meant July of next year," Alex giggled, knowing full well that she'd just played a very evil trick on occasionally shy her lover.
Finally clearing her throat and calming down, Olivia smiled sheepishly, "I love you," was her only answer. Alex smiled brightly and leaned in for a kiss.
Serena smiled at the playful couple, "And on that note, I'm gonna hit the shower so we can head out soon."
"I think Abbie's still in the bathroom," Olivia mentioned as the other blond stood.
"I'm counting on it," Serena flashed a mischievous smile over her shoulder as she disappeared.
Alex smiled, watching Serena leave, she leaned her head to rest on her lover's shoulder and sighed, "Their so good for each other, do you ever remember Abbie being happier?" Wrapping both hands around her cup Alex took a drink of her coffee.
Olivia contemplated the question, an arm casually around a shoulder and fingertips softly tracing up and down Alex's arm, drinking from her cup with the other, "No, I can't. She's very content." They sat like that then, just relaxed in each other's company and minutes past. Olivia cleared her throat then, "So about last night…"
Alex shushed her with a fingertip to her lips, "Did you enjoy yourself, baby?" She asked, Olivia nodded, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Then as long as you don't plan to leave me for either Serena or Abbie, just don't let it trouble you, ok?" She kissed Olivia's cheek sweetly, smiling at her fiancé's appalled look at mention at leaving her.
The brunette sighed and settled back into holding her lover in comfortable silence, content, for once, to just let it go. Besides, she was sure it'd come back up somehow, they would still be in DC for three more days, and knowing Abbie, the drinking wasn't over yet. Olivia groaned aloud at that thought.
Abbie and Olivia strolled casually down the sidewalk in Georgetown, Abbie had two bags clutched in a hand and Olivia just rolled her eyes as yet another window caught her attention, "You sure you're 'the guy'?" she sniggered, "Cause you could sure as hell could fool me," she grabbed Abbie's elbow and tugged.
"Hey! That was a good deal!" Abbie exclaimed but allowed herself to be pulled along anyway. "And I so am, shopping is my one 'thing'. I blame stupid court, I never had this problem until I passed the stupid bar exam." Abbie defended herself.
"Whatever, Abbie. But I swear you're almost as bad as Alex…" Olivia trailed off as that same colorful sign they'd already passed three times, wandered past her vision yet again.
An indignant and sarcastic reply was on Abbie's lips, but she held it in as she watched her friend eye the sign for Jinx Proof Tattoo, again. "Why don't we go in?" She suggested.
Olivia's head snapped around to look at her, "What?" She exclaimed, blushing that Abbie had caught her looking.
Abbie rolled her eyes, "That's the third time we've walked past the same shop, you keep leading us back. That's also the third time you've eyed that sign like its Alex and you want it, now." The brunette attorney grabbed her by the arm and drug her inside the shop, "Come on, we're checking it out." Any response died on the detective's lips as they stepped into the, surprisingly, clean little shop.
The walls were covered in framed examples of tattoos, and what looked suspiciously like two church pews sat back to back in the center of the room. "I don't know what you think we're doing in here Abbie,I never pegged you for the tattoo type." Olivia hedged, unwilling to admit to anything, yet.
Abbie just rolled her eyes, "Please, I know you want something." She smirked as Olivia finally started looking at the framed art work, "Probably, 'property of Alexandra Cabot' tattooed on your ass." she mumbled under her breath.
"What?" Olivia asked obliviously, she turned towards her, looking away from the Japanese kanji art she was looking at.
"Nothing," Abbie innocently replied , just stopping short of whistling 'the innocent tune'. "So whatcha thinkin bout?" She drawled, intentionally letting her accent out to play.
Olivia sighed, she supposed there was no use to denying it, and the more she thought about it she really liked the idea of getting what she wanted here, kind of an ultimate souvenir. "I've been thinking about, kanji. For a while now, but I don't know. We should just go, it's already one and I don't really want to pick anything out without Alex, if I'm planning to spend the rest of my life with her, shouldn't she have some say about permanent marking on my skin?" Despite her reasoning she stared at the kanji, studying them.
"You are so freakin' whipped, Benson." Abbie sighed, "Seriously, if it wasn't so damn sweet it'd be sickening. What happened that cocky detective that 'accidently' picked me up at Sugarland three years ago?" She turned her attention to the framed kanji Olivia was studying, trying to identify which symbol her friend was looking at.
Olivia sighed exasperated, "First off, it was an accident. I didn't realize it was you until I'd already paid and had the bartender take you a new drink. And I'm still me, I just…what if I get something she doesn't like?" 'Was she really considering this?'
"Oh my God, you are going to get 'property of Alexandra Cabot' aren't you?" She exclaimed teasingly, letting everything else slide, God knew they'd both teased that subject line to death.
Olivia frowned at her, "Of course not! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. And it would definitely piss her off," Abbie raised an eyebrow, silently daring Olivia to hurry up just admit what she wanted. With yet another frustrated sigh at her pushy friend, she turned her attention back to the kanji. "I've been thinking about it for a while, I know I want kanji, and I want to mean something to me. To represent me."
"So help me, if you get 'lesbian' tattooed on your ass in Japanese…" Abbie trailed off.
"So help me, if you say one more stupid thing…" Olivia threw back.
"What? You'll arrest me?" Abbie grinned.
"Don't tempt me, counselor." The New York native growled back with a grin, teasingly reaching for the handcuffs not attached to her belt.
"Ohh, handcuff me detective!" Abbie moaned in a very orgasmic voice, holding her hands out to her companion. Olivia rolled her eyes and smacked the woman on the arm, both breaking down into laughter.
A throat cleared then, "Can I help you ladies?" They turned to find a very clean cut looking young man looking back them, clean cut save for the tattoos covering every inch of his right arm and part of his neck.
Abbie pushed at Olivia, "My friend here, wants to get a tattoo."
"I'm still looking! Haven't made any decisions yet!" She glared at Abbie.
"Don't worry we'll come up to the counter, when we're ready," Abbie sidled up to the employee then, "Can I watch though? When you do her?" She winked conspiratorially then.
Amazingly enough, and Olivia didn't know why she ever bothered to misjudge Abbie's innate ability at flustering people, the man blushed a nice shade of red, "Of course, not a problem," he stammered, before disappearing back into the back room.
Olivia shook her head, "How in the hell do you do that?' She wondered aloud.
Abbie grinned, "It's a talent, some are born with it, some aren't." She shrugged then and her attention turned back to why they were in the shop. "So what do you wanna get?" She tried her best to put on her serious face, knowing it was time for it, if she was gonna get Olivia to do this.
With a sigh, Olivia turned back to the pictures, "I think I want to get two actually, " At Abbie's raised eyebrows she continue, "One on each hip, I'm really thinking I want 'power' on the left and 'honor' on the right." Abbie's eyebrows rose even further.
"Damn, you're serious aren't you?' Abbie was actually a little surprised that it seemed her friend was gonna cave.
"What? You don't think it'll look good?" Olivia almost sounded hurt.
Abbie eyed the symbols on the page and then let her eyes trail over the tanned, toned body next to her, her eyes settled on the other woman's hips. "Actually I think it'd be pretty fucking hot." She declared finally.
With a blush Olivia responded, "You think so?"
Abbie nodded, "Hell yes. Soo before anything gets done in ink…all teasing aside, is Alex gonna pissed if you do this?" Abbie decided it was time for the grown up pants and she didn't want her friend in any kind of domestic trouble, realistically she didn't think she'd appreciate it if Serena showed up with a tattoo and they hadn't even talked about it.
"We've actually talked about it, that I've been thinking about it. She likes the idea, but we've not talked about what. She'd be ok with it, I think," Olivia eyed the paper and rubbed at her hip absently.
"That settles it then, you're doing this!" And with that Abbie drug towards the counter, the young man they'd been talking to earlier appeared.
"Made up your mind?" He asked politely.
Olivia nodded and after pointing out the kanji symbols and discussing where she wanted them. He quoted her a price and after she agreed, she signed some papers, slid her debit card to him and after paying, they were told to come back in 45 minutes and Matthew would be taking care of her. Exiting the shop, they spotted a Subway right across the street and decided on a quick lunch.
They had just settled into a booth after placing and retrieving their orders, a loaded turkey six inch for Olivia and an Italian BMT for Abbie. "Ready for this? I heard somewhere that the hips are the worst place for women to get a tattoo," Abbie's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"You're so full of shit, Abigail Carmichael." Olivia rolled her eyes. "But yes I am ready, not a bit nervous…" Olivia laughed nervously and unwrapped her sandwich.
"And the wedding?" Abbie steered the conversation towards more serious discussion, as they tucked into their sandwiches.
Olivia sighed, "I want to do this, of that there's no doubt. I am however a little overwhelmed by the, obviously, big wedding that's already being seriously planned." She opened her bottle of coke and took a swig.
"You didn't think about that? Much as we tease and edge around the subject, she's very much 'the girl' and you're very much 'the guy'." It was one of the few times Olivia had ever seen the FDA, really serious outside of their professional interaction. "You propose, she plans the big wedding, eventually she'll carry the kids… its all very much 'cadit quaestio'," Abbie prattled off ending in Latin.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "What is it with you damn lawyers and Latin? And what the hell does that mean?"
"First off, both, Alex and I are attorneys get it right," Olivia rolled her eyes, like she hadn't heard that before. "They drill it into us in law school, and I took two years of it at Texas A&M. But it means 'the matter admits no further argument',"
Olivia shook her head, "Whatever, but anyway I wanted to ask you something. I uh… I've been putting some thought towards the wedding myself," Abbie nodded, trying to encourage her. "I'd like to ask you to my best man? Uhh, best woman?" Olivia corrected at Abbie's raised eyebrow.
Abbie drank from her diet coke, something Olivia generally teased her mercilessly about, "I'm actually surprised, I would've thought you'd choose Elliot."
Olivia shook her head, "I do love Elliot, but… I want the person standing up with me to be someone, I know I can talk about anything to." Abbie opened her mouth to ask a question but Olivia cut her off, "I can talk to him about most things, but not everything, for one thing, I'd never even consider having sex in the same room as him. No matter how much tequila Alex has had," they both laughed at that. "Aside from the obvious reasons, Elliot is very…Catholic, there are some things, I'm just not comfortable discussing with him. I don't feel like 'my person' should be someone I knowingly avoid subjects with." Olivia finished with sigh.
Abbie held up her hands in supplication, "Alright, alright, I get the point. You'd rather have me up there. If you're sure, I'd be honored."
"I'm sure, besides I'm pretty sure Alex's going to ask Serena to be her maid of honor, pretty sure you'd rather not watch her walk down the aisle on Elliot's elbow." Olivia teased.
Abbie groaned and scrunched he face up, "God, no." Her face suddenly lit up, "This means I get to plan your bachelor party! Doesn't it?" She rubbed her hands together gleefully. Olivia's only response was to let her forehead impact the table with a thunk and groan. Abbie just chuckled, her mind already running a mile a minute with all the deliciously carnal things she could plan. Olivia's watch beeped then, signaling that it was time to get up and head back across the street. Trying vainly to ignore the wheels Olivia would swear she could see turning in the other brunette's eyes, she led her out the door and towards Jinx Proof.
Shortly after they'd entered the shop, a young man called Olivia's name and they followed him into the back room. With his small frameless glasses, and full head of dark hair, connected to a full beard, he reminded Olivia of a young Santa Claus. She didn't find that comforting. The room it's self was clean, with eight different waist high cubicles, it provided a sense of privacy and appeared very sterile. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad' Olivia thought. They followed him into one of the first work areas, a leather bench and a leather, rolling desk chair made up the customer seating, while a backless rolling chair sat next to a work area, covered with bottles of ink and other tattoo paraphilia. "Which one of you is Olivia?" He asked, looking at them over the top of his glasses. When Olivia raised her hand, clearly nervous, he directed his attention to Abbie, "It's fine for you to watch, just stay out of my sightline," she nodded. "I'll want you lying on the table, but first lets apply the pattern and get the placement centered, go ahead and undo your pants, tuck your shirt into your bra." he said, turning his attention back to Olivia.
Abbie settled herself into the wheeled chair, straddling it and resting her chin on her folded hands. Olivia took a deep breath and opened the snap on her jeans, lowered the zipper and pulled her boxers and the jeans down for enough to expose the prominence of her hip bones, finally tucking the long sleeved, black henley she wore under the edge of her bra. He eyed the area judging, "We'll start with a temporary pattern, it'll allow us to get the placement just right. Where would you like the kanji?"
"Use your best judgment, but I was thinking, just inside the joint?" Olivia shrugged, pointing to the area on both hips.
He nodded thoughtfully, using scissors he cut the sheet of paper the patterns had been printed on into smaller square pieces. "We'll do you left hip first, I'm going to swab the area first, then apply some anti-biotic ointment and apply the pattern," he efficiently did just that. "Then if you'll just step out and check the position in the mirror," he turned then to his work table, arranging things.
Olivia stepped out into the hall and eyed herself in the full-length mirror, on her left hip in vibrant black ink, was the kanji symbol for power. She liked it. Turning back towards the cubicle she saw Abbie had wheeled to the opening and was staring intently at the mark. "Very nice, I like it." She said eyes twinkling, "Very sexy, Alex is going to love it, especially the matching set," Abbie wheeled back to let Olivia in.
"OK?" Matthew asked. When Olivia nodded he went on, "Ok, if you'll just hop up on the table and lay back," she did so. "So, am I correct in assuming this is your first?" She nodded. "Nervous?" He asked with a kind smile.
"Not a bit," Olivia laughed…nervously and glanced at Abbie. The brunette FDA raised a single eyebrow at her. "Okay, maybe a lot."
He laughed, "I think everyone is their first time," he glanced at Abbie, "It'll help if you can keep her talking and distracted?"
"Oh talking and distracting, I got those down!" Abbie rolled closer, a happy look on her face.
Matthew laughed and turned his attention back to Olivia, "Ok, I'm going to run a line without ink first, make sure you do ok. Let me know if it's too much or anything," he picked up an ink gun and stepped on the pedal to make it buzz to life.
"Not worried a bit," Olivia eyed the needle.
"Oh stop being a NYPD officer, you're in DC, be normal." Abbie easily drew her attention away from the needle.
Olivia laughed, then hissed as the needle touched her skin, she felt the needle run a single line down. The pain wasn't that bad, she'd certainly felt worse. It was an almost relaxing pain. Matthew pulled the needle away and looked up, "You good?" He asked, she smiled and nodded. "Ok, here we go with ink then." He swiveled, dipped the needle in ink and turned back, pressing the pedal again.
Olivia shifted and folded her hands on her stomach just under her breasts. The needle touched her again and she didn't jump this time, it stung and this time it had an almost wet feeling as it penetrated her skin and deposited ink just beneath the surface.
Abbie wheeled closer until she was sitting right next to Olivia's head, her eyes focused on the detective's hips and watching the needle rapidly pierce the skin. "So… whatcha wanna talk about?" She asked, very distractedly watching the process as he stopped to re-dip the needle in ink and wipe away blood and excess ink.
Olivia swallowed and flinched as the needle passed over a nerve and a burning sensation flared across her lower abdomen, "I don't know, just talk. Give me something to focus on. It's not bad pain, but something to hold my attention would be nice," she inhaled deeply when the needle turned to make an angle.
Abbie surprisingly wasn't the best rambler, she supposed it came from always having to be so precise in her career, having every word planned out and contingency plans ready for any variable in cross exam. When her attention was distracted, by the needle plunging in and out of her friend's skin, she wasn't the greatest random conversationalist. "Soo…I have to deliver the closing argument for a trial on Monday…" she trailed off distractedly, leaning in a little to get a better look at the ink being imbedded in Olivia's flesh, blood had started to seep from the already drawn lines and for some morbid reason, that distracted her even more, watching him stop to wipe away excess ink and the blood again.
Olivia sighed, "Go ahead, run through your closing argument," she listened to enough of Alex's, it really didn't bother her, it'd distracted her at least. She hissed as the needle passed over another nerve.
Abbie nodded, licked her lips and leaned incrementally closer. "Ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, it is your duty to convict based on the facts presented to you…"
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Olivia and Abbie walked out of the tattoo shop, Olivia walking gingerly, hands protectively covering the space in front of both her hips. "Was it worth it?" Abbie asked teasingly.
"Definitely, I love them." Olivia sidestepped, to avoid a passing body, even though there was plenty of room.
Abbie laughed, "A bump isn't going to make them fall off, you know?"
"I know," Olivia snapped, irritability dripping from her voice. "I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous now. About Alex's reaction."
Abbie turned them down the street that would lead to the cake shop, where Serena's cake should just about be ready, "Little late now isn't it?" She teased, observing, out of the corner of her eye, her friend starting relax, hands falling to hang idly at her sides.
"What if she doesn't like them?" Olivia had a panicked look in her eyes.
Abbie steered them into the custom cake shop, "Speaking personally, their sexy as hell. Especially will be once they've healed, she'll love them. Carmichael," Abbie stepped up to the counter. A pretty blond nodded smiled and nodded, disappearing into the back.
Olivia blushed and ducked her head, "Thanks, and uhh, don't mention it? I wanna tell her tonight, after the party, in private," she muttered, deciding the conversation was ready to be dropped.
"Gotcha, more loud, noisy sex will be had in my guest room," Abbie snickered, the girl returned then carrying a large cake box. Abbie peaked inside, it looked perfect, chocolate cake with buttercream icing, not a lot decorations, just 'Happy Birthday Serena' and a few icing roses. She nodded her approval and after signing the receipt they left. The rest of their trip back to Abbie's apartment was spent in relative silence, the FDA content to allow her friend her internal thoughts.
Olivia and Abbie gave the room one last appraising look. They'd spent the better part of the afternoon and evening preparing the apartment for festivities. The living room and attached kitchen now resembled something close to a decoration nightmare. Streamers hung from every available surface, balloons lay scattered around the floor, Olivia had the opinion that at some point that would cause issue, a giant banner hung on the wall facing the entryway,' Happy Birthday Serena!' A long table sat against the wall under the banner, the cake rested in the center, a full punch bowl sat on one end, bowls of snack food between the cake and punch and the other end held a significant amount of liquor bottles, cups and a bowl of ice. It was all ready and it was only seven o'clock, they had an hour before Alex would lead an unsuspecting Serena back, they had a half an hour before guests began arriving.
"Ready to change?" Olivia asked, the party wasn't going to be formal by any means, but the jeans and t-shirts they wore were definitely not the desired look. They moved then into their respective rooms to change.
Olivia eased the tight jeans over her hips, hissing in pain when they pulled her boxers down over the white gauze covering the new ink on both her hips. Stepping out of the jeans she pulled the shirt over her head and moved towards the luggage, one of the three bags Alex had packed, she knew held the clothes they'd packed that weren't jeans and t-shirts. Retrieving her slacks and the button up she'd packed, she'd laid them neatly on the bed, to avoid wrinkling, she eyed herself in the mirror that sat in the corner. Pulling on the elastic band of her boxers, she pulled them down to settle just below the white gauze, she glanced at the clock. Technically she still had an hour before she was supposed to peel off the gauze and leave them uncovered, 'what the hell,' she thought, 'couldn't hurt'. She didn't want to have to slip away from Alex during the party to take care of it.
She carefully peeled the gauze from the right hip, biting her lip and grimacing. Watching with some morbid fascination as the skin beneath was revealed, she hadn't really looked in the shop, afraid of what she'd see. But now, alone she was able to look freely. The skin around the black ink was red and swollen, blood dotted the white gauze, but the flesh itself seemed to be done bleeding. It looked amazing, she figured it'd look even better once it was all healed. With less trepidation she peeled the left side off as well, holding her tank top up she eyed herself in mirror. Boxers hanging low on hips and tank pulled up just under her breasts, to expose the tattoos on her hips. Even as biased as she was, she had to admit, very sexy. Tenderly she applied the anti-biotic ointment the shop had given her, then pulled the black slacks on, securing the them just above the tattoos. With her boxers pulled low and the slacks pulled just a little high, her tender skin had enough space to breathe and not rub, too bad at least. She pulled the dark blue long sleeved button up on over her tank top, with its light blue pin stripes, Alex had often told her she looked very striking in it. She quickly rolled the sleeves to her elbows, then pushed them past the joint to rest comfortably against her biceps. After tossing some gel into her hair, she headed out into the main area.
Abbie wolf whistled at her when she emerged, "Damn, detective, you do clean up nicely," she teased. She herself had changed into a similar outfit, the only difference being her button down was white and she only had the sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms. She also had an extra button open, exposing perhaps more of her small amount of cleavage then was necessary. But that was Abbie. She'd taken her hair out of the pony tail she'd worn out and it was obvious she'd not bothered to blow dry or straighten it that morning. She made quite the striking appearance.
Olivia smiled, "Whatever, counselor. Your looking quite…" A knock sounded then, cutting whatever Olivia had been about to say off.
Abbie's eyes twinkled, "Saved by the knock, Benson," she moved to the door and after looking in the peephole, she opened the door to let three women Olivia didn't know in. People continued to arrive until Abbie's apartment started become almost uncomfortable.
Abbie shut the door behind a handsome couple in power suits and turned to Olivia, "That should be everyone, thank God. I swear, 15 people seems like a lot less in theory," she rolled her eyes and muttered to the detective. Abbie's phone signaled an alert then, a text from Alex, they were just about to enter the building. "You should try it, it's a fun way to communicate," Abbie defended texting when she noticed Olivia roll her eyes. "They're on the way up, let's get hidden people!" She then turned and yelled, moving through the apartment she flipped lights off.
People scattered, behind couches, in the kitchen, a little down the hall towards the bedrooms. Muttered curses could be heard as people stepped on each other. Olivia and Abbie, stood side by side by the door, they'd be behind it when it opened. They heard the locks clicking, as Serena entered the code, a loud shush from Abbie silenced the apartment. The door opened and light from the hallway spilled in. The two blondes stepped into the room, Serena stopped, puzzled by the darkness.
"Baby?" She called out to her lover. Abbie stepped from the darkness and swept her into a kiss as the lights were flipped on and shouts of surprise we're yelled. Serena jumped, pulling away from the kiss, she looked around the room, taking in the decorations and smiling faces of her closest friends. Even Liz Donnely was there, leaning against the far wall with a smirk on her face. "Oh, Abbie! I can't believe you did this! It's not even my birthday until next week!" She finally breathed into her lover's ear as she pulled her into a tight hug, before kissing her deeply.
Olivia cleared her throat loudly, when the kiss was starting to side just this way of obscene, Abbie broke off the kiss and elbowed Olivia in the side. The detective hissed and protectively covered the tender flesh of her hips, Alex eyed her questioningly, but Olivia quickly diverted the attention by loudly wishing Serena a happy birthday. Alex let it go and tugged Serena with her so they could change from the jeans they wore into more appropriate clothing.
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The party had been going well, everyone was having fun, everyone was pretty much just the right side of tipsy. Alex had been watching her lover all night, something was off. Olivia always kept her senses, always had an awareness of her surroundings and a protective nature about her, but tonight she seemed very guarded. Keeping her distance from people, even Alex. When she'd tried a few times to get close to her fiancé, Olivia had found some way to not press fully against her lover's body. It would be a little insulting if Alex hadn't seen the way her lover's eyes dilated, her breathing quicken with desire, even as she moved away from the blondes body.
It was around one in the morning by the time Abbie was seeing the last guest out. Serena slipped up behind her as she closed the door, wrapping her arms around the taller woman and resting her cheek against the brunette's back. "So amazing, baby. Thank you." The blond groaned, the sound muffled into her lover's shirt.
Abbie turned, wrapped her girlfriend in her arms, "Pleasure was all mine, babe." She groaned when she took in the state of her normally pristine apartment, she wasn't a neat freak, persay…
Serena could tell the path her girlfriends thoughts were traveling and quickly derailed them, "The pleasure is about to be all yours," she fairly purred while threading her fingers through her lover's thick hair she pulled her into a deep kiss. They were quickly passionately exploring each other's mouths.
"Well! Then! I think we're just gonna hit the sack now!" Alex nearly shouted, when Serena started unbuttoning her girlfriend's shirt.
Abbie pulled away, "After last night, Alex? Really?" She smirked, her eyes darkened to a near black with her arousal, her face flushed a dark red. Alex blushed, and grabbing Olivia's hand, drug her towards the spare room. She had her own, private, ideas for her fiancé.
Olivia swallowed, she'd find out in about two minutes what Alex thought of her new body art. Alex pulled her down the hall, into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind them, Alex pushed Olivia towards the bed and turned only the small bedside lamp on, she'd learned a thing or two in her years of watching interrogations. When she turned to face her lover she was in full ADA mode. Even dressed in the gorgeous, form fitting, spaghetti strap, silky, dark blue dress that fell to her knees. Even sans glasses, blond hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, with the far from professional blue heels that matched her dress. Even then, Alex Cabot was an intimidating, legal force. Olivia swallowed audibly for the second time in as many minutes. Alex arched an eyebrow at her and she dropped to sit on the bed, winching when the motion tugged at the tender skin on her hips.
"Detective Benson, have you, or have you not, been avoiding contact with your fiancé," she paused, letting the word hang between them, "All, night." Alex clasped her hands behind her back and paced in front of the brunette, just like she would someone on the stand.
Olivia groaned, Alex like this always had an effect on her. Private Alex in attorney mode, could be so much hotter than Public Alex in attorney mode. "Yes, counselor."
Alex stopped mid pace and turned to face the handsome woman before her, "And would you, at this time, care to enlighten your counsel, why, you've chosen to do this?" Alex folded her arms across her chest, engagement ring glinting in the partial light, she cocked a hip and stared, waiting for the answer.
Olivia shifted nervously, winched as the pain flared again, she stood then, knowing it would alleviate the stress. "Alex, I uhh," she cleared her throat, Alex still stood there, arms still folded, hip still cocked, still staring. "While Abbie and I were out today…and I mean, we've kind of talked about it, but not in detail and I just, Abbie thought it was a good idea and I just…" Olivia's mouth opened and closed silently. She wasn't sure at this point if she was flustered by her lover's stoicism or by her own arousal.
Alex dropped her arms then and relaxed her posture, Olivia was going to tell her what was going on, as much as she loved playing up her professional role in the bedroom, she also knew when to drop it. "First off, stop blaming Abbie. Second, just tell me, I love you, nothing going to change that." Alex moved to her then, pulling her into a hug she brought bodies together in a close embrace.
Olivia hissed and pulled away, "I uh… tattoos. I got tattoos. On my hips."
Alex's eyes darkened, "What?" She stepped away, that very well might be one of the hottest images she'd ever had flash in her mind's eye. "Can I see?" Her hands went to her lover's pants and started to undo them.
Olivia laughed, "So you're ok with it?" She helped Alex open the slacks and let them fall to the floor. Alex knelt to her knees and unbuttoned the four lower buttons on her fiancé's shirt, all the moisture left her mouth then. The skin around the black ink was red and swollen, the ink standing in contrast to the agitated and tan skin.
"Oh my God, yes. Did it hurt? What do they mean?" Alex gently traced a finger over the lines, reverently taking in the detail. A finger dipped under the waist band of the dark blue silk boxers her lover wore.
Olivia swallowed and in an almost unconscious move, unbuttoned the remain buttons of her shirt, "Didn't really hurt, not really, I've been through worse for sure. The one on the left means power and the right is honor," Olivia breathed deep when Alex looked up at her then.
With a sly smile, Alex slid the boxers down her legs, helping her lover kick out of her shoes and step out of both the pants and boxers. "Baby, I'll honor your power, All. Night. Long." Her voice had dropped an octave and had that smoky, aroused tone to it. The same one that always ratcheted up the brunette's arousal. This time was no different.
Olivia groaned, both at the terrible joke and the sexiness of, Alex Cabot on her knees in that slinky dress. A warm tongue licked the skin around the tender tattoos, circling each and soothing away the pain. Strong tanned hands threaded through blond hair and the brunette dropped her head back, reveling in the sensation. Alex licked a path then straight down from her lover's navel to her already throbbing clit. Circling the erect bundle of nerves, Alex hummed contentedly, tasting her lover was perhaps one of her favorite things. The blond sucked then, drawing the taught bundle into her mouth and suckling it.
The normally stoic detective moaned aloud and shifted, allowing her lover more room to continue her ministrations. Olivia chose that moment to look down at her lover, Alex chose that moment to look up. Olivia nearly lost her steady stance, the blond head bobbing softly against her, the warm, soft lips surrounding her tender flesh. And God, those gorgeous blue eyes staring up at her… Olivia had always been a very visual person, sex with Alex had always been almost as good visually as it was physically. Almost. The brunette gasped aloud then and tensed the hands still threaded in blond hair, the sensation her lover was causing with that amazing tongue and mouth of hers, was about to be her undoing.
Suddenly Alex stopped, still on her knees she glanced up at her lover, a coy smile gracing her face, "Hmm, you like that? Do you like it when I suck you?" Alex gently traced the tender lines of the fresh ink, her head cocked, with one eye on her lover's face and another on the finger tracing the enflamed skin.
"Fuck, you know I do," Olivia growled out, frustrated that her fiancé had stopped. But God, in a weird way the finger tracing her tender skin felt almost as erotically satisfying. She shivered when the hand not tracing her tattoos, slipped down to stroke the skin of her inner thighs.
Alex leaned forward and placed gentle, tender kisses all over the toned muscles of her lover's abdomen, placing soft kisses over the barely scabbed skin of her new body art. Shifting her attention to play such sweet, tender, passionate and teasing games with the shallow dip of her lover's navel. She flicked her tongue once, twice then pulled away, she glanced up at her lover. Olivia was biting her lip and groaned, her eyes shut tight, all her concentration on both what her fiancé was doing and maintaining her upright position. Alex smiled at the erotic picture, "Tell me what you want, love," she dipped her head back to the tan, toned flesh of her lover's lower abdominals. Olivia groaned and tightened her grip in the silky blond locks, trying to oh so subtly direct her lover's mouth back to where she wanted it. She'd been so close! Sure she was still aroused to the point of exploding, but she'd definitely been backed away from the edge of her orgasm. Alex smiled against the subtle pressure exerted on her head, "No, I want to hear you say it," she shook her head, brushing against the sensitive skin with the silken strands of her hair.
The brunette flushed hotly, Alex loved talking dirty during sex, loved to hear her talking dirty during the act. Matter of fact, in the bedroom, or where ever they happened to be involved, was when Alex tended to curse the most, certainly when her mouth was at its naughtiest. In the same way Olivia knew this about Alex, Alex knew it always flustered the detective to utter the erotic words. Olivia knew, though, that if she wanted this, she had to say it. "Mmm baby, suck me off? God, please?" She finally growled out, pushing against the blond head once again. With a satisfied smirk, Alex dipped her head and finally took the, swollen, straining member between her lips and sucked, flicking her tongue over the straining bundle, while still maintaining a sucking pressure. She moved her hands around to clutch the firm muscles of her lover's ass, rhythmically massaging the firm globes.
Olivia was shaking now, so close to her orgasm, she just needed a little more pressure. There, Alex knew her so well, knew what she needed. She wrapped her hands in the blond hair, pulling the strands into a loose ponytail and watching the subtle bobbing with hooded eyes. Another well timed hard suck and Olivia flew over the edge, stars bursting behind her closed eyes. Shuddering, she finally lost the tenuous hold she had on her legs and with what control she had left she slipped softly to the floor. Hissing when her body reminded her of the recent torture she'd put it through at the tattoo parlor, she laid back on the floor, just enough space so her head brushed the blanket hanging off the end of the bed. She couldn't wait until the 'wounds' were healed, the pain however, helped clear her head of the foggy post-orgasm drowsiness. She wanted Alex, needed to taste her wonderful, amazing fiancé. Knew though, that getting the taste she so desired, was not going to be possible, not traditionally, not with the still tender flesh of her hips. She tugged at Alex pulling her to straddle her stomach, sitting just a little higher than normal, just above her hips. She tugged again, her hands moving wrap around her lover's upper thighs.
"What baby? What do you want?" Alex asked, already knowing the answer and tad unsure, they'd hadn't done that before.
Olivia swallowed and made the choice to, 'take one for the team', "I want you, I want you to get up here and sit on my face. I need to taste you Alex," her voice had dropped to its lowest register, adding a deep, husky intonation to it, that just dripped with arousal. She tugged on the toned, alabaster thighs again, urging her lover upwards.
Alex groaned, her face flushing, both with the want and the extreme vulnerability of what her lover was asking. But, God, she needed to come. Orgasming in her lover's mouth was always exquisite. "God, 'Liv. Alright," she shifted forwards, suddenly eager to have her fiancé's mouth on her. Olivia groaned when Alex settled over her, she inhaled the scent of her aroused lover and nudged the straining clit with her nose while she licked deep from her lover's centre, flicking the opening and rimming the outside repeatedly.
A long low moan escaped Alex's throat, she struggled to maintain her upright position, one hand landed on the bed in front of her, while the other threaded through her lover's short hair. She moved against the amazing tongue, her hips unconsciously moving, seeking the orgasm that was so close. Hands tightened on her hips, grounding her and adding to the sensual pleasure.
Olivia sucked gently, flicking her tongue over and across the tight bundle of nerves. She observed the long lean contours of her lover's body, with the deep blue eyes tightly shut, the hand that been recently wound in her hair, now pinching and massaging the blondes own breast. Those amazingly toned abs flexing and moving, the muscles shifting and playing in the subtle light, the delicious red flush that from her fiancé's chest and up her face. Olivia moaned into her work, she could look upon the gorgeous body of her lover all day, or night. Alex was gasping now, her every breath a pant and moan, she knew her lover was close, she also knew that her lover could rarely come without penetration. At the very least, her orgasms were never as intense without it. Olivia shifted and slid a hand down and under her fiancé.
Alex's eyes shot open when she felt two fingers thrust into and her clit was flicked repeatedly, she lost her breath when those fingers curled inside her. Both hands landed on the bed before for her, supporting herself as she ground down against her lover's skilled hands and tongue. She caught a glint in the light and her eyes focused on the white gold and diamond of her ring, she gasped and felt tears pricking her eyes, God how much she loved this woman. Her eyes snapped shut again, a soft mewling escaped her, it wasn't a sound that graced her lips often, but when it did, Olivia knew she was doing something right. Alex thrust down once, twice and on the third she came, hard, against her lover's face.
Olivia sucked in a breath and slid two fingers home, into her lover's tightness. Flicked the tiny bundle rapidly and relished the feeling when Alex started to come, and come hard. Grinding down against her and drawing the pleasure from her lover's mouth and hand. Olivia kept a hand tight on one of her lover's hip, holding her in place and keeping her movements to a minimum. It really wouldn't do to have to explain, exactly, how she'd gotten a bloody nose. Abbie would have a field day, to say the least.
Alex eased down finally, her eyes opening slowly and her breath escaping in a single long breath. Her gaze drifted down, to her lover's face, or what was visible of it at least. She felt the flush on her face flare again, the reality of what they'd just done hitting her. She eased away and laid herself down, next to the brunette, burrowing her face into the tanned neck of her lover. Olivia smiled into the blond hair and placed a kiss into the mussed locks. She knew why her lover was acting so flustered, it was nice to know that something had finally frazzled her fiancé sexually, instead of herself. But, God, it had been hot. So fucking hot.
Olivia hissed then when Alex drew a leg across her hips, Alex quickly removed her leg and sheepishly met her lover's pained gaze. "Sorry, guess I'm going to have to avoid that for a while huh?" She ducked her head then and nuzzled into her lover's side again.
Olivia smiled and pushed the pain away, "It's ok, just a few more days of it being so sensitive. You really ok with them?" She asked then, a note of confidence lacking from her voice.
Alex flushed again, and raised her head, "Yes, I think they are amazingly sexy," she lowered her head then and kissed the tan neck. "You think you'll want to get more?" She laid her head down again and settled so she could see her lover's hips and the new ink that adorned them, she softly traced the lines with a dexterous finger.
Olivia shivered at the combined sensuality of the motion and the slight pain the touch elicited. "I don't know, maybe. What about you? Would you want any?" She shivered again, when that sensitive finger trailed from one hip to the other.
Alex thoughtfully stared the markings and the finger tracing them, "I don't know, I haven't really ever thought about it. Do you think I should?" She let the teasing hand rest on her fiancé's lower abdomen, between the tattoos and just below the navel, as she propped herself up on the opposite elbow and held her lover's gaze.
Olivia fidgeted, somehow she was already wet and throbbing again, "I think…" her voice faded away when an elegant hand slipped between her legs.
"What, baby?" A teasing voice asked as Alex started to stroke the hard length of her lover's clit.
Olivia groaned and fought the sensations, "I think, it'd be hot, if it was tasteful and placed somewhere equally tasteful," her sentence ended in a moan as a long finally manicured finger circled her entrance.
Alex smiled and withdrew her hand, she happily returned to her position cuddled against her lover. "What the hell, Alex!" Olivia indignantly asked, her cruel lover.
"Just cuddling up with my fiancé, after some amazing sex." Alex replied cheekily nuzzling into her lover's neck and nipping, before soothing the red mark with her tongue.
Olivia groaned and flipped them so Alex was pinned beneath her, she shifted so the pressure wasn't on her hips and leaned in to kiss the suddenly breathless blond. "If you think that was amazing…"she trailed off lowering her head to claim her lover in a heated kiss.
And end!
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Just a fun little side note: Olivia's tattoos are actually mine. Getting the tattoos is actually my story, got them in DC, in Georgetown at Jinx Proof while on spring break last year lol So, not that they'll ever read it, but this story is kinda a shout out to the awesome artists at Jinx Proof. If you're ever in DC and wanna get a tattoo, I highly recommend them!