Name: KittyGetAwayFromTheBlanket
Title: Melting Under Your Gaze
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, their background lives, or any 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 8

The Sunday Autumn night had been a lightly breezy one from the get-go. In fall, rain was always in state of constant tease – choosing to hover idly over the city for hours at a time, before letting droplets of moisture free from its reign when it pleased, then rolling the ominous clouds backward to give a view of the beautiful starlit sky.
This Sunday night in particular was one of those; in the beginning of Olivia and Alex's date it began as a clear crisp night – clouds hung on the outskirts playing coy, using tall buildings as a visible barrier to shield itself from the patrons below. But as the dinner had continued inside the restaurant, the clouds began to re-emerge and moisture fell lazily – picking up in speed and dancing happily on the concrete below as two figures emerged from Locanda Verde.

Puddles alongside the curb began to grow in expanse, they became a two-way mirror to the city – playing the season in one scene, and reflecting the present in another; slightly disturbed as raindrops bled together into a small current before flowing towards nearby drains.

One puddle reflected a figure – which was conspicuously a large one – but if anyone were to take a closer look they would see that indeed it was not one figure – but two; molded together in a passion linked with wandering hands and persistent mouths. They tangoed together for the span of several minutes before breaking apart, the Blonde silhouette casting a gaze at the street – looking for a rightful distraction as she needed more oxygen.

Releasing the Brunette, a hand rose to her face where she engulfed two fingers letting a fierce whistle pierce through the noisy bustling street of New York City, cascading over the endless tunnel of cars, taxi's and hoards of citizens walking by. The sound reverberated like a Galton's whistle; meeting the ears of not a dog – but the keen sense of hearing that only Taxi's drivers possessed.

Within a split second a Yellow car took the bait and saddled up beside the curb, where two very pleased women reached for the passenger handle.

Alex bit her lip as her and Olivia's hand met once more, she looked up at Olivia whose darkened skin was of a lighter caliber; flushed slightly around her cheeks. Without speaking she released the handle, letting a gentlewoman Olivia open the door for her, after all it was only right – as she knew this was the beginning to a night of giving, taking, and total compromise.

While Alex and Olivia were completely in auto-pilot for their previously expressed emotions, in the cab they reined them in, outside of their court showings, they were not going to give a cabby spectator a free live performance of 'two women in love' – or to be politically fair, 'two women in heat'. That's not to say it was easy. Blue eyes met Brown and an intimate need was understood immediately, their colors weaving together in a foggy gray mimicking the night's sky.

Alex was always conscious of her need to see, touch, smell – hear Olivia, not just from tonight but always – If she were completely honest with herself, there were many – many instances where her resilience almost faltered, Almost.

The two partners Olivia and Elliot had been tossed into the ring of a mortifying game of pain and sexual gratification after a late night call placed by a concerned neighbor.
A 22 year old Blonde, Caucasian female illegally brought into America was found tied and bound to a fabricated upright shackle and harness, she was repeatedly battered, raped and burnt. The worst of it was who instigated the assault and confinement. It was no stranger but her blood relative; her uncle, who had promised her parents a new life – a great life not revealing the truth that he would take her life from her in such a short span of time, as an entourage of paying 'customers' bought a piece of her willpower to live each and every minute of their brutal visits. Her body was no more recognizable than a bag of rotten bruised potatoes, it was all too much. Hazel had succumbed to her injuries and that was when Olivia and Elliot had found her … gasping for her last breath and shedding one true tear since her arrival in America. A tear of joy – for someone cared, even if it was a little too late.

Alex had been cooped up in her office at the time of the call, when she had prepared to flee for the night she had caught an emotional Olivia throwing punches to the local vending machine. Her fists were balled up – like a tiny infant in bewilderment and disbelief.

Previously Alex had removed her usual attire of high heels, her arches aching for air and relaxation. So when she had approached Olivia her entry had gone unannounced, no sound to alert the Detective. Alex tentatively reached out – aching to give comfort without the premise of knowing why, or if she could, but being the Detective she was Olivia sensed her and turned, just as Alex retched her hand backward and let it rest casually on the wall behind her that she leant on.

"Olivia."She spoke her name only, knowing Olivia would open up to her without prompt. Whenever one of those cases got to them – the only therapy they had was in the moment, with whoever was near. So standing there at 1:30am in the dimly lit hallway Olivia stood and retold Alex the case.

Alex had been silent, nodding when needed and making "hmpf" noises when appropriate. She knew Olivia wasn't looking for answers – just someone to listen, someone to vent – someone other than herself to care.

Olivia started to circle in her spot shaking her head. "Alex – I, I can't even believe someone would be so – so ..." Olivia sighed angrily, an air of frustration billowed outward and reached a wisp of hair that hung like a single rebellious curl, causing it to waver from the slight disturbance. It wasn't completely true though – nothing really surprised Olivia anymore, it was more of a shock that every crime was an escalation on top of the other and that sickened her more than anything. Did anyone even care? About anyone other than themselves?

Olivia succumbed to her internal desolation and fell back on the adjoining wall, her back making heavy friction as her body and heart fell to the floor.

Alex in the meantime was heartbroken; it hurt her so much to see Olivia in such turmoil. She had fought to lay a hand on the detective earlier for fear of being too expressive, but she realized she was just being selfish and Olivia needed her, needed her touch – so she did what ultimately felt natural. She kneeled down before Olivia and raised a shaky hand outward to push away the strayed curl. Brown eyes met Blue - as they tended to do multiple times throughout the day, but instead of casually averting the situation they remained locked. Alex was giving the emotional – go ahead, to just do what she felt … and that was what Olivia did, she crumbled under the care from the Attorney and broke down crying while a hand rested lightly onto her arm – using an unknown resilience to not leave it's platonically place and meander to her back, to her head and through her hair. Alex remained where she was while the waves of emotion rippled throughout the older women's body.

The flashback of Alex's finished as lights from a passing car flickered through the rain drop stained windows of the passenger seat. She looked up to catch inquisitive eyes watching her, lips in sync to their upper part and quirking lightly. Olivia just smiled – and it was the same smile that she seemed to share with Alex alone, and if she could capture it in an endless photo and frame it she would. Olivia was the sight of perfection and that to her was priceless.

The two occupants jerked slightly forward as the cabby came to a halt. They were here, Olivia's apartment. This was it, no turning back.

(Lol .. so I still tangoed…. Around the .. scene but I meant to seriously write it then and there, but they still have to get from point A to point B right? SOOO.. somehow….Ohhh..somehow I will do this.. somehow… yes.

So in general I hope this was oaky and not disappointing … lol.. im really trying to figure out how to write it I just need lots of patience..

Thanks for reading