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 3

Elliot did not have a great night's sleep; apart from working a late case last night, when he came home Kathy had decided then to announce his daughter's recent indulgence into marijuana.
Elliot was a typical Catholic – while his job could be in direct violation of his faith (with addition to his mouth running and anger following) he did not condone the use of any foreign substance to the body, and made that very clear as he and his daughter, "Lizzie" (short for Elisabeth) went on a 3 hour battle of parental/child domination. Naturally, as the adult Elliot won but at a price of 4.5 hours of sleep. None of that really bothered him however, because when his partner Olivia dragged her fatigued body into the precinct and dumped into her chair, he suddenly felt wide awake.

"You look like crap," he announced the obvious, giving a cheeky grin as he leaned over his own desk, his large built frame obscuring the majority of it as he aimed to get a closer look at her. "What happened after last night? … Anything I should know about?" his eyebrows waggled, earning a groan of disapproval from his partner.

Olivia shook her head, giving an indignant sort of noise. "Well for one thing – no, nothing to share," her mouth betraying her as the corner of her lip twitched in remembrance. "Even if there was, I wouldn't go spilling my guts to you, El," She replied, which in short was also another lie, as they were very close – Elliot was almost like the brother she never had (or possibly knew).

Elliot was about to feigned hurt rebuttal when a familiar piercing of "clicks" emitted throughout the hallway effectively put a halt to his new investigation. Elliot didn't even need to acknowledge the sound intrusion; there was only one person who could maintain such an arrival, so early in the morning. Sitting backward in his chair he reclined, propping his hands behind his head, flexing his shoulder blades together in an uninterested front.

Olivia however seemed to awaken at the sound, a primal sort of interest kindling a knee-jerk-head reaction, as her eyes seemingly trained followed the welcome intrusion as a pair of long silken legs strode forward, angling up into a mid-thigh Black skirt, adorned by a Black jacket, barely concealing a white blouse, which lay partially open a button or two. Olivia unconsciously smiled to herself, the sleep slowly etching away, not going unnoticed by Elliot.

"Hello Elliot," said the voice curtly, gaining a sparse nod from him and an, "Alex."

"Good morning, Olivia" The ADA said a little less conservatively. She made a detour around one of the desks sprawled with open files and papers, settling herself in her usual place of the corner of Olivia's desk.

Olivia still smiling somewhat dopily, all but forgetting her fatigue looked up at the Lawyer, "You're looking quite put together, Counselor," the brunette observed – while she herself was hastily put together, her shorter brown locks strewn about her face, not quite sitting put.

Alex looked over her own shoulder, using a free hand to run the length of the detective's desk aimlessly, as if to appreciate the faux wood and metal concoction. "Well, some of us take pride in our appearance, our jobs entail us to be-"

"Stuck up bitches?" Elliot interjected before Alex could finish, earning a look of disapproval from Olivia and a seething glare from Alex.

Alex however not completely off put from the remark, re kindled her confidence. From her own experience and personal vows from Olivia – Elliot really was a good guy, he may say moronic things at the worst of times, but he "…was a sweetheart"… as Olivia had put it last night. "Yes Elliot, sometimes we have to be tough and vigilant. Just because we don't carry the background of being from some army or marine force – doesn't give way for us to beat confessions out of our witnesses. It takes dedication, persistence and a feeling for the truth."

Elliot just snorted and spun his chair around, kicking his heels onto the top of his desk giving the assumption talking time was over and he was busy.

Well Alex did give him a chance, until she heard him mumble something from under his breath.

Meanwhile, Olivia who was already sitting precariously on the edge of her own chair sat back, her mind wandering in and out of its sleep deprived state as her mind reeled back to last night. Conjuring the memories; almost in Black and White as a fuzzy image of her and Alex were linked arm in arm, walking the night's streets of New York City.

Olivia and Alex continued to make banter on their small stroll back to Alex's car, which unsurprisingly turned out to be a Piano Black Mercedes Benz. Even in the cool night and contrite halo from the moon – it was a beast, real chrome bled into each crevice and trim, the front grill almost smiling in its uniform domed shape, headlights dark but glossy – winking almost to the patrons who pass by. It screamed money – no, it screamed Alex.

Reaching the drivers front door, the pair came to a halt and Olivia reluctantly relinquished her hold on Alex, instantly feeling the cool air settling on the bare spot of her arm where Alex's once lay so contently, so right.

"Well," Olivia announced, slapping her hands to her thighs, giving them a single smooth over as she began to feel the cool night's effect on her body. "We're here."

Alex's eyebrows raised just above her Black frames, one eyebrow misaligning and quirking upward in wonderment. "Yes, yes we are detective."

There was a silence that hung between the two for a few seconds span, it ate at their questions – seeped in their confusion and waded about their bodies as the two thought of where to go from there.

Olivia meanwhile felt like a teenage boy who just dropped off her date at their house and was looking for – "for what?" she mused, "a goodnight kiss? You're barking up the wrong tree there, Olive" she smiled to herself; it was what her mother use to call her… when she wasn't completely drunk.

Alex saw a flash of sadness etch the features of the Detective and her hands took to a path of their own, she rested her long fingers onto Olivia's leather clad arm, looking up with concern. "Liv?" she baited, using the nickname that seemed to be exclusive to Olivia and Elliot.

Swallowing Olivia's eyes opened, trying to give Alex the assumption she was lost for a second and found her mental footing. "Nothing, Alex, sorry, just thinking it's getting pretty late." She reluctantly lifted her arm, shaking off Alex's hand of concern to peer at the large watched that engulfed her small wrist. It was a man's watch, yet suited Olivia perfectly. "Christ, its 2 am. How slow did make us walk?"

Alex laughed at this, pushing the detective lightly with her again – free arm. "Shut up, I walk very fast actually." In reality though, they actually had walked as slow as a turtle as they kept stopping and stalling when a verbal jar pierced the other, both wanting to come out on top effectively stopping to set up another jab.

Anyway – "her hand rested lightly on the chrome handle of her Benz, cupping the lisp of it – lingering as she turned to Olivia. "It is late, and I do have some papers to go over for judge petrovsky. "

Olivia nodded, stepping backward giving Alex room as she opened the cars door with no effort, it was just as an extension of the human body – it was a pretty damn good looking car, and the driver was not so bad herself, Olivia thought. "What the hell is up with you Benson?" she berated her teenage-boy like hormones.

"Thanks again, Liv – for rescuing me from – well, y'know, anything." Alex smiled at Olivia who was rocking on her heels, her hands again finding the comfort of her pocket.

Olivia just smiled reassuringly, "Just doing my job Alex, just doing my job."

About ready to get into another banter of how Alex wasn't as helpless as Olivia kept portraying her, she did an unconscious thing – without her mind even fully recognizing it she was moving forward, almost in slow motion and came to find her arms wrapped around Olivia's shoulders – their cooled skin meeting and electrifying as they touched cheeks. "Thanks again." She whispered, her breath cascading down Olivia's neck.

Olivia inhaled, her eyes closing briefly ignoring the intimate shock of such an uncharacteristic move from the ADA. She stepped back, looking collected and calm (total opposite). "Don't mention it Alex "she waved off the effort valiantly. "Have a good night."

With that she left the warm presence of the Blonde, feeling a mixture of relief and loss, not knowing that a pair of Blue eyes followed her retreating figure until she disappeared into her own car.

Olivia finally awoke from her mental escape to catch a few bits and pieces of the conversation still ongoing in front of her,

"-Puh-lease," Alex spat angrily, her body now even closer to Olivia, as both hands were gripping the base of the desk in an attempt to ground herself. "I do just as much work as you do, maybe I don't go to each and every crime scene and clobber the first guy…"

Olivia again tuned out as her head wandered through the present and the pleasantry of her imagination. It really was a challenge it was, because her eyes kept following the flexing of Alex's jaw and her thighs which kept digging deeper into the desk as she failed to remain calm.

I think we have a problem, Olivia thought to herself. I think I'm … falling.. for… Olivia didn't even finish that thought; she left it hanging in the air as an empty compound of emotions.

Olivia looked up at Alex, who was practically fuming from the ears as her eyes bore into Elliot's. Seeing someone so angered and so vigilant should be off putting, but it was really, really hot.
This was a problem, and if Olivia could let her head fall on the desk in horrid realization she would, but that would only open up yet another can of worms – as her head would meet with Alex's lap, and well – she wasn't going to go there. Not yet anyway.

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