Name: KittyGetAwayFromTheBlanket
Title: Melting Under Your Gaze
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, their background lives, or nay aspect of the SVU legacy. I just am writing my take on the relationships that should have been.
Fandom: Law & Order SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: Pg 13-18
Summary: Working on

Chapter 2

Alex grasped the keys in between her fingers and on a dime she spun around, shrugging off the strangers hand and using her body's momentum to jerk the ends of it towards the offenders face. Only she wasn't fast enough, another Black leather hand swiftly averted the offence, grasping Alex's thin wrist and forcing it to her side. With her heart hammering against her chest Alex's was going for a second attempt until a familiar strained voice cut through her mentality.

"-Jesus Christ, Alex!" it had spoken, wavering slightly when Alex and her assailant were put off balance. Looking overtop her Black designer frames, Alex almost choked on the vision in front of her. It wasn't a creep or shady mugger holding her wrist mid air and her waist immobile, but it was a familiar conjure of her recent musing – Olivia Benson.

Blinking a few times and breathing around the partial obstruction of fear as her heart settled, Alex opened her mouth to respond when Olivia cut her off.

"Alex – while I appreciate your fast defense reflexes, you could have seriously gouged out my eyes" Olivia's said, a hint of humor laced in the statement as the initial shock wore off, her eyes still dilating from rush of adrenaline.

After a few seconds of speechlessness Alex relinquished her frigid frame and stepped back, Olivia's hand still hanging slightly nearby as Alex unceremoniously smoothed her Blonde hair back into its place of pristine.

"Jesus me?" she rasped out, "Olivia what the hell are you doing? Stalking up beside me in the middle of the night, what was I suppose to think!" Blue eyes remained hard; hidden underneath a sense of familiar caring.

"Alex calm down," Olivia relinquished her stance on Alex's waist and wrist, stepping back with her hands in the air showcasing surrender. "Me and El just got back from a midnight call, we met Warner and had to go over some reports for the morgue, it was a late night and I had to drop off the file up in the office." She gestured over her shoulder toward the general direction of the precinct. "I noticed your car was there on the way in, and when I didn't see you inside, I figured you must have headed out," she explained. Olivia added, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay and made it to your car alright."

With that said, Olivia took a moment to go over Alex's body – using the internal excuse of "making sure she was alright as her gaze raked over, lingering on taut pink lips and cerulean expressive eyes. Keeping the staring to a minimum she then shifted her own gaze to the attorney's serious appearance. "Alex you shouldn't be walking to your car at any time of night in New York, I don't care how good of a lawyer you may be, there's no excuse – you know the cases we work with and the women who are put in them by vulnerability."

Alex about to debate instead took a reprieve from the situation; the instinct of defending her position wavered after seeing the concern expressed in the warm eyes before her. Inhaling slowly she re-composed herself, nodding in agreement.

"Okay you're right," at this Alex took notice of Olivia's stiff posture relaxing. "I didn't feel like stalking down someone to walk with me, and well ... I must have lost track of time, I didn't realize it was that late, I apologize."

Olivia's trained eyes watched the lithe body of her ADA for a sign of reluctance, but in the voice alone she could hear the honesty and remorse for her mistake. Shaking her head Olivia stepped forward and used her hand to once more lay it on the Lawyers shoulder, coupled with her trade mark grin. "It's okay, you're safe and I'm here to escort you." With that she pulled her hand off, letting it rest idly by her side, missing the eyes following the retreating movement.

"Ah, so I'm just a dumb blonde damsel in distress who needs her knight and shining armor to keep an eye on her?" she mused, humor now appropriate as the drama passed.

Olivia let slip a hearty laugh, ducking her head for a second and shoving her hands into vacant pockets. "I'm not saying yes, but I'm not denying it either."

Smirking, the ADA made a bold move, slipping her arm through the space between Olivia's hand and pocket, effectively linking their arms together and turning their bodies. "Well then Sir Olivia, heed forward!"

Olivia chuckled, partially intrigued at the over exuberance of the usual serious attorney. Who knew Cabot could play along to something un-case related? "Okay, off we go. " Olivia made a step forward before pausing; causing Alex to halt as well, "Question though counselor, why were you walking so far ahead anyway? Your car is about half a block behind us."

Alex considered her options for the answer, should she admit she was thinking about Olivia's body in the unprofessional appreciated way, or play dumb – which was really unlike herself. "Well Olivia, you're the Detective – figure it out yourself." Satisfied with her response she was shuffled forward as Olivia and her walked arm in arm towards her car.

Olivia cast a glance at Alex, memorizing the strict lines of high cheekbones which were adorning a slight pinkish hue. Oh don't worry, Cabot, I intend to.