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 6

Sunday's for Olivia were always a double edged sword. Either it was an end to a hectic work week, or the beginning of a new one where all the turmoil of the last 6 days was washed away as is the baptismal form of renewing and forgetting. For Olivia this Sunday could have not come fast enough. Never in her life had she been so nervous and thrilled for a dinner invitation; a dinner invitation with her colleague, Alexandra Cabot.

Dinner, Olivia thought singularly, unconsciously tilting her head in thought while rifling through her closet. Date, she added, running her finger along her clothes and pausing at each article before dismissing it with a shake of her head as she continued to mull over her new engagement for the evening.

'Date, Dinner, dinner-date.' She continued to dissect the phrases to their uttermost molecular meaning and coupling it with each vivid memory of Alex. Everything about her was memorable: Her warm smile when Olivia accepted the invitation for dinner, the intrigued cocking of her eyebrow when she couldn't form words to apologize, and the fleeting look of curiosity after Olivia had inadvertently winked at her in the attorney's office. Yes, in her mind Olivia was subconsciously writing a memoir of her entire Saturday afternoon with the Blonde and in all honesty she should really stop. It was 3:06pm on the Sunday and she was due to meet Alex at Locanda Verde in less than 3 hours.

Biting her lip in thought she fingered a soft Black material, poking out from between a Maroon V-cut top, and a Navy blue top, similar to the Maroon but it had buttons beginning just where her cleavage would naturally sit. Now, Olivia wasn't exactly a fashionista but she wasn't a homely fashion failure either – it was just that the unspecified rules of the evening had left her in clothing disarray. The detective preferred things to be casual and comfortable, wearing light air-y tops when hot, or wooly turtle necks when cool. So what was she to wear when she wanted to make a good impression? And in her wilder stretches of the imagination – wow her dinner companion and subtly seduce her before dessert.

Olivia sighed animatedly, if a cartoon bubble were to formulate her exact feelings at that moment, it would be a series of intelligible phrases for feeling lost. Either that or just as she would arrive at the table, Lucy Van Pelt would appear from nowhere and pull the chair from under her at the exact moment Alex sat down – a Charlie Brown replica of humiliation. Olivia shook her head, chastising herself. Where the hell did she come up with this stuff? Looking past her night stand/make-shift dresser she eyed her dimly lit digital alarm clock,

3:58pm.

Crap.

It was 5:55 on the dot, and Alex had arrived at Locanda Verde 10 minutes earlier by cab. Originally she and Olivia were going to take their own mode of transportation, but as an afterthought (or idealistic hopefulness) Alex had chimed in with taking a cab – saving them the hassle of traffic, parking and mayhem – saving the environment and, you know - the possibly of sharing a cab home and completely abandoning separation before falling into a heap of limbs onto her awaiting mattress.

Looking down at her watch for the fourth time Alex took her last opportunity to stifle her nerves. Earlier in the afternoon Alex had been furious with her lack of wardrobe. Okay - well, lack of proper attire to wow a certain female detective. In reality, Alex had quite an extensive wardrobe that fit into a 5 foot by 3 foot walk-in closet, one of two closets actually. Unfortunately Alex's wardrobe consisted of many power suits, business pants, alternate blouses, skirts and jackets. She never really entertained the idea of formal wear for someone special – so Alex did the only thing she could do – she went to Runway Couture located on 450 Broome Street, New York, and picked up a beautiful Red silken dress, called the "Pheobe". It was originally made in Black, but the employee there had said they just received a shipment of Red – and that it would be "divine" and bring out Alex's sparkling Blue eyes.

So based on that suggestion, there she was – standing in the lobby of Locanda Verde with her Red dress, matching Red heels, lipstick and a single silver locket that her mother had once given her, it contained an empty vessel where she once told her,

"Alex sweetheart, I want you to keep this locket – keep it empty until you know for sure who you want to fill your heart. You'll find that someone Alex, and you'll never feel empty – I can feel it, Honey, you're special someone is out there somewhere waiting".

Alex smiled in remembrance of the memory. Amidst the prejudice most people held her in view – she actually came from a loving family; a wealthy one yes, but a loving one just the same.

Speaking of "the one" she knew Olivia had entered the restaurant as the hairs on her arms and neck stood up – her body was well aware of the effect the Detective had on her, whether she was conscious of it or not, Alex was always in tune with Olivia Benson.

Alex's breath was caught in the depth of her throat as she looked the on-comer up and down, drinking in every-last-detail.

Olivia had gone back and forth for a while, before decided on a short Black dress she had worn once to a police formal ball. It wasn't that Olivia hated dresses, but as a cop she was always uncomfortable with clothes restrictions in case the need arose to bust a few shots over a turned table, or something as dramatic as that to justify her lack of dressing up. However, when she saw the hungry eyes of the Attorney she suddenly felt as if nothing mattered, whether or not a bank was being robbed across from the lobby or her hair was on fire – she was glad to know that she may be affecting the attorney as much as the attorney had her.

Alex had subconsciously run her tongue along her suddenly parched lips, and fought to find her words. "Wow Olivia, you look" Breathtaking, "Great." Alex finished lamely.

"You don't look so bad yourself, counselor. " Olivia returned the smile, regaining her mojo and confidence. "So have you been waiting long?" by habit she turned her wrist over to peer at her watch. 6:00pm exactly, never could one state Olivia Benson would be late for a date with the most beautiful woman on earth.

Alex shook her head, literally using every ounce of strength to tear her eyes away from the drop in the Detectives dress, her cleavage almost in the form of a smile – a v-shaped smile just for Alex. Wow, from ADA to pervert in under a minute, that's a new record Alex. "No, not long at all – shall we?"

Walking forward Olivia stood across from Alex, resisting the urge to link arms like they had a few weeks back, taking things slow to be sure if anything was going to happen, that it was mutually felt. "After you, "she insisted, rolling her hand over and palm to the floor in a chivalrous gesture.

Alex by this only smirked, giving Olivia a cheeky grin as she ducked her head in approval and sauntered past, using her long legs and hips as a marker for following. She didn't miss one step – one sway or one sweep, she was going to make sure Olivia followed her and was going to enjoy the escort.

Olivia's legs took a few moments to process the mechanical ability to move – she had to wait for her eyes (among other body parts) to slow down and cooperate. Giving herself a small pep-talk she followed the attorney, never noticing the bemused expressions of the dining patrons at her obvious attempt to remain calm, as her tongue practically tailed her on the floor, as she walked toward a night of hopefulness of revelations and much, much more.

(Hello all, said to myself I was going to get to bed and not write till I had time.. as always me and my mind are at wits and lie to one another constantly..

So I went into the biology test thinking I bombed it.. cause half was okay the other half blank – but some god out there was looking out for me.. Because it turns out FORSERIOUS our teacher, forgot. Forgot – to teach us a few things on protein and lipids and all of us were exempt from marking on that single portion. Can anyone say rewardance for pleasing others with my story? Hehe, jk.

Anyway.. thanks for reading, hope this was a good buildup.. I tried to show two POV before the official…unofficial date.

Thanks again!