Chapter 10

Olivia

Yesterday, Alex watched a storm with me. I smile when I think about the little things like that. I still find myself worrying. I'm only trying not to and to just get passed our past. It doesn't even make sense to me at the moment. I still care about her so much but I'm leery of a relationship with her. It's hard to forgive; trust is a whole other thing. It's not that I believe she is going to cheat on me or anything like that. I just worry that she may run from me again.

We've finally made it through the week and I'm not catching any cases this weekend. It's the first time I've had a full weekend off in several weeks. Alex and I are going out tonight. I'm excited but a little nervous. She said to dress casually so I have no clue what she has in mind. I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a button down. My jacket is sitting next to me on the couch. She's late, only about 5 minutes, but I hate it when people are late.

I don't text her because I don't want to bother her while she's driving. I don't even know if she's driving. I don't know what Alex has planned. I'm not a control freak but I do like to know what I'm doing. I walk through the apartment and check my makeup again. I check to make sure I do have my phone and keys.

Finally, I get a text saying she's in front of the building. I try to be casual as I lock my door but I'm a little too excited and nearly drop my keys. When I get downstairs, Alex is right in front of the building in her BMW. I open the door and I'm tickled because her hair is different. I've never seen her with curls before. She's also in jeans so I'm not underdressed.

"Sorry, I'm late. I got all of the way to my car and realized I didn't have my phone."

"It's okay," I lie a little, "I wasn't quite ready either."

She pulls into traffic and plays with the stereo as she maneuvers through my neighborhood. I have no clue where she's heading. Before I even realize it, we are in New Jersey. She travels through Newark and keeps heading out of that city. She's just been chatting with me, talking about her day and asking about mine. She hasn't let on about what we're doing.

"Alex, you know I trust you to drive me wherever, but I have no clue where we're heading. Wanna fill me in?"

"Detective, patience is a virtue," she's grinning like the Cheshire cat. She takes an exit for a city called Passaic. I don't think I've ever heard of this place. She seems to know where she's going though. She pulls onto Brighton Avenue and I see signs for Brighton Asylum. She finds the Brighton Asylum and parks behind the building.

"Um...Alex? You're not dropping me off here are you?

"It's a haunted house. I thought it might be fun but if you'd rather have dinner, we could head back," she sounds so disappointed.

"I was just worried that I had gone crazy and you hadn't told me. I've never done something like this on a date. Let's do it."

We both get out of the car and get into line. We have to wait in line for a little while but not too long. Alex is smiling at me and says, "Thanks for doing this with me. I've been wanting to come here for a few years but I couldn't convince anybody to come with me."

I laugh, "I don't know that you convinced me very much. You basically brought me here and then said you wanted to do this."

"Yep, I promised you a date and then I kidnapped you."

We walked through the haunted asylum and it was pretty scary. I caught myself screaming once or twice. Alex, on the other hand, never screamed. She did squeeze my hand harder a few times but she was so quiet. It's the kind of date I haven't even thought of in years. Usually, a date is dinner and some alcohol. Sometimes, it involves a play or something of that nature. A haunted house is a new one for me.

Alex teases me for most of the ride back into the city. She suggests a bistro in her neighborhood and I agree that it sounds perfect. We're seated pretty quickly and a bottle of wine appears while I'm in the ladies' room. Alex is taking a sip as I sit down across from her.

As I pick up my glass, I ask, "are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, Counselor?"

"I put something in your drink, so you won't remember it anyway," she says with a laugh.

"Dating tips from Munch?"

"Not dating tips, tips for getting a new wife."

This is what Alex can be like away from work. She's funny. I had actually forgotten that her sense of humor is kind of weird. I sip my wine and smile at her. I keep smiling at her for a few moments.

"Liv, you look a little crazy smiling like that. What are thinking about?"

"Was just thinking that I can dance on this table in a moment and when I'm being booked, I'm blaming it on you."

We pick at each other until we leave. Normally, I wouldn't joke about drugged drinks but Alex is Alex. She finds a funny side to most things and it's nice to find a reason to laugh. We are just too serious for so much of every day.

We catch a cab from the bistro because we've both had a few glasses of wine. All of the sudden, I'm so nervous. I can't figure it out though. We have slept over for the past few nights. I know she packed a little overnight bag for tonight. It's almost presumptuous but that doesn't bother me.

The moment I get my door closed, she starts kissing me. I head her bag drop and she has one hand behind my head and the other around the middle of my back. I start walking her backwards through my apartment while we kiss. We manage to bump into nearly everything in my living room during our blind voyage to my bed.

Once we make it into the bedroom, I start unbuttoning her shirt. She's so still while I do this. I push her shirt off her shoulders and she reaches up to the top button on my shirt. Her hands are shaking and that makes me feel a little better. I don't want to be the only one who isn't sure of themselves. As she works on the buttons, I unfasten her jeans and begin pushing them down her hips. I do stop because I don't want us to be tangled up.

When my shirt is completely unbuttoned, I take it off and then unbutton my own jeans. She's sliding hers down and I do the same. Alex looks amazing in her matching pink bra and panties. It takes me about two seconds to unhook her bra and remove it from her shoulders. Her skin is so pale under my hands. Her breasts so small and perfect.

I hook one finger on either side of the waistband of her panties and begin pulling them down. This is the moment where I realize I'm still mostly dressed and begin rectifying this situation. Alex smiles at me when she sees how quickly I'm undressing myself. The moment I step out of my jeans, she starts kissing me harder than she had before. I find myself scared to touch her right now.

Alex pulls away from me and sits on the bed. She reaches for my hand and pulls me on top of her. We're kissing as I massage one of her breasts with my left hand. My right hand finds her center and I begin rubbing her there. She's moaning or maybe that's me. I'm not so sure right now. I slide a finger inside of her and she's so wet. I slide in a second finger and curl them forward. I begin pushing them in and out. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers. She's rocking against my hand and breathing hard and fast.

"Oh god, Liv," she moans, "don't stop!" The second I rub my thumb against her clit, she climaxes. I let her body calm down before I start kissing her neck. My fingers are still inside of her and I begin moving them slowly.

I keep the slow rhythm as I slowly kiss my way down her body. Once I've kissed her hip bones, I skip down to her inner thighs. I run my tongue across her center and she arches up to meet my mouth. I keep my fingers inside of her and begin thrusting harder as lick her. I pull her bud into my mouth with my lips and begin sucking on it.

Her hands are in my hair pushing my head further down. She isn't even moaning anymore, just pushing my head as I keep thrust into her and suck on her clit. After a few more moments, she lets out the loudest moan and collapses onto the bed. I pull out my fingers and wipe my face with the back of my left hand. I crawl up next to her on the bed and look at her beautiful face. Her eyes are half closed and she has the most amazing smile on her face.

When Alex feels like moving, we slide under the blankets and curl our bodies around each other. We whisper to one another for a few minutes but I can tell she's ready to sleep. When her eyes finally close and I close my eyes and I'm asleep in a few seconds.

Alex

I didn't know sex could be like that. I'm laying in Olivia's arms after the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. All I can think about is why didn't I do this sooner. As I drift off to sleep, my last thought of the night is how much I love the woman who made me feel this way.

I know nothing about exciting places or things to do around New York. I do love google though. I think I heard about the Brighton Asylum at some point or another. I did look it up and it sounds like fun. I liked the idea of Alex wanting to go to a haunted house because it seems so out of character.