Thanksgiving
Alex was hosting her first full Thanksgiving, no chili dogs this year, and wanted it to go perfectly. She knew one duck would not be enough, so she made two. One got a French treatment, stuffed with orange and sage and the other had been marinade in a mix of soy, ginger, and oil and would be glazed with honey afterwards.
For sides, she was making biscuits, haricot vert with pecans, mashed potatoes with fresh gravy, and a mixed green salad with goat cheese and cranberries.
Their guest list included Aunt Margo and Uncle Bill, Serena Benson, and newlyweds Abbie and Serena Southerlyn, The Southerlyns were supposed to go Serena's parents for Thanksgiving, but her parents had been arguing for weeks and Serena knew she didn't want to deal with their issues on the holiday weekend.
Olivia was watching football and bouncing the twins on her lap. "Go Big Blue!"
The doorbell rang. It was Serena Benson with sweaters she had made for her grandchildren.
"I've been learning how to crochet," she had started to learn in rehab.
"They're adorable," Alex assured her mother in law as she took the sweaters. "They should put them on after dinner. They're quite messy eaters."
Olivia waved at her mother from the couch. "Giants are up 13-7."
Serena accepted some mint lemonade from Alex and Ollie to put on her lap.
"How is your pregnancy going?"
Olivia's circumstance was the exact opposite of her mother's. The question threw the detective for a loop before she said, "good but tiring."
Serena smiled at her. "You have quite a glow."
Olivia blushed. That was likely from her morning with Alex. The second trimester was proving quite lustful for them.
Abbie and Serena came next. "I brought Grandma Carmichael's pecan pie," Abbie called out with her southern drawl. She went to put the pies in the kitchen and inspect Alex's work.
Serena cooed when she saw the twins. "They're growing so fast!" She couldn't help but picture little Abbies running around her living room.
"I wonder if the Satchmo will look like them."
"Satchmo?"
"We needed a nickname for the baby."
"And you picked Satchmo?"
Olivia shrugged. "I've developed a recent appreciation for jazz."
"What are you using for the gravy?"
"The innards of the duck."
"What?" Abbie questioned.
"Instead of a turkey gravy, I'm making a duck gravy for the mashed potatoes."
"Not for the mashed potatoes, for the biscuits."
"Why would the biscuits need gravy? We have butter and jam for them."
Abbie shook her head. "Tell me you have sausage." She looked and found some. "Leave the biscuits to me. I don't trust your Yankee instincts."
"Like southerners are any better. If it were up to you we'd probably be eating deep fried turducken."
"Don't knock it until you try it, and my family usually does smoked pork shoulder or brisket, or both, or …"
The doorbell rang, interrupting Abbie's rant on southern style Thanksgiving.
It was Aunt Margo and Uncle Bill.
Alex opened it and hugged them. "Welcome."
Margo could tell right away it was a lovely home. "It looks perfect already."
"It explains why you moved to Brooklyn," Bill was surprised to hear they were leaving Manhattan. You can't get a place like this in Manhattan.
"It had a homier vibe than the other houses we looked at." It also cost 1/3 of what she would have spent for less space in Manhattan.
At 5PM, it was time for their Thanksgiving dinner.
Margo took a picture before they started carving the duck. "This looks gorgeous."
"And to think Cabot was going to serve biscuits without gravy," Abbie teased.
"I've never had sausage gravy, bite me."
"I'll leave that to Liv. I'm a married woman!"
"Rena, how do you live with her?"
"I like it when she's not talking."
"HEY!"
"You have better uses for your mouth."
"Not in front of the children," Margo teased.
The witty banter continued through stuffed mouths as people filled on food and drink.
"This is the most delicious Thanksgiving I've ever had," Olivia said happily as she finished a plate full of duck with crispy skin, mashed potatoes and started a second plate of biscuits and gravy.
"Someone's ready to chow down," Serena teased.
"Eating for two," Olivia countered.
"Luckily it's not for three," Abbie added.
Everyone looked at her.
"What if twins run in the Cabot's side of the family?"
"I wouldn't have minded twins again," Alex told her.
"Two sets of twins under two?" Olivia questioned.
"It would save us a pregnancy later on. We already have duplicates of a lot of stuff, and why wouldn't I want two little Bensons running around."
"Who are you and what did you do with Alex?" Abbie questioned. When they was in college, Alex swore she was never having kids.
"Olivia taught me how to love."
"AW!" Serena cooed.
Abbie made a gagging noise and the phone rang.
"Cabot residence, Olivia speaking."
"Liv it is Dickie."
"Hi Dickie. How's your Thanksgiving?"
"It's great. Grandma and Grandpa Stabler came and brought cake."
"What kind of cake?"
"Chocolate chip."
While Dickie and Liv chatted, Margo and Serena B. started clearing the table. Abbie and Bill went to go watch more football and Alex and Serena S. got the twins settled.
"This was such a nice Thanksgiving. At my house, it was always stuffy and tense."
"Mine too. We wanted a more relaxed atmosphere."
"Your babies are so precious."
Alex grinned. "The day they were born was the best day of my life."
"How much did it hurt?"
It was hard to remember. She remembered screaming, but the pain itself seemed like a distant memory. "It's rough, and you think you're done once there out, but then there's the placenta, yuck!"
"Did you know some cultures eat it?"
Alex made a face. "How horrid."
After dinner, came coffee and dessert. They had pecan pie and apple pie along with vanilla ice cream and cardamom ice cream and an array of coffee and tea options.
"This ice cream is amazing," Margo told Alex. "Where did you get it?"
"There's this store near the park. They make their own ice cream each night and sell it the following day."
The conversations went late into the evening and then it was time for their local guests to get home.
Margo and Bill had a car service to get them home and they had their driver drop off Serena along the way.
Abbie and Serena made good use of the widescreen, choosing to stay up late and watch movies.
Alex and Olivia headed up to bed.
The detective was unusually quiet as they got their clothes off.
"What is it Love?"
"Promise not to laugh."
"Of course."
"I want you to top me tonight." Olivia was used to being the dominant one, but the way her hormones were surging, her desires were starting to shift was well
Alex kissed her. "Why would I laugh?"
"We haven't …"
Alex kissed her. "I want you to be happy. Whatever you want to do, we'll do."
Once they got upstairs, Alex got Olivia naked and lavished her in kisses. "How do you want it baby?"
"I want my legs on your shoulders as you drive into me."
Alex's lips softly covered Olivia's. "As you wish."
Alex wasn't a pianist, but she had long, thin piano fingers. They expertly played Olivia's body, stroking her shoulders, collarbone and her torso before coming back up for her tender breasts.
Alex knew from experience how gentle these touches needed to be and she gently started licking her wife's chocolate nipples.
"OH LEXI!"
Olivia became so lost in the foreplay that she didn't even realize Alex had grabbed a phallus from the drawer and put the smaller end inside herself.
The detective was shocked when she felt cold glass rubbing against her leg. Alex smirked as she got the dildo wet with her wife's juices before moving Olivia's legs onto her shoulders.
"FUCK ME!"
Alex slowly pushed her way into her wife. She hadn't topped in years, but with Olivia's moans in the background, it felt perfectly natural.
Olivia gasped as the glass stretched her. After an unfortunate incident in college, she had always insisted on being the top when she used toys but her hormones were changing her desires in strange ways. She had this unrelenting desire to be dominated, and it only seemed to grow as Alex filled her to the hilt.
She couldn't be quiet if she tried. All she could do was clutch the sheets and mew loudly as Alex teasingly moved her hips back and forth, slowly making sure that Olivia was well adjusted.
"How does this feel Baby?"
"OH GOD!"
Olivia's voice oozed of sex. Alex was getting just the feedback she wanted, and she started to quicken her pace, gazing into Olivia's eyes the whole time. The detective grunted happily as Alex managed to wrap her long arms around her and started thrusting harder and faster.
Harsh grunts escaped Alex's lips as she started to get close. She feels so fucking amazing! Normally, Alex didn't like to top, but she was happy to please Olivia any way she wanted it, and it was sexy hearing her moan and beg for more, to see her normally butchy top as a curvy, bottom slut.
"OH YES FUCK!" Olivia cried.
To make sure they came together, Alex began stroking Olivia's clit, rubbing circles around it before rubbing it directly, causing Olivia's throat to tighten before she let out a scream.
Alex groaned at almost the same time, signaling the round was over.
"Was that good for you?"
Olivia happily kissed her. "Great."
They fell asleep afterwards. It had been a long day. They both needed the rest.