This chapter earned the story's rating. Just a warning.
Second to last chapter before the sequel-thanks for reading!
Olivia had hardly crossed the threshold before a very happy blonde jumped in her arms. Alex was squealing, like a little girl or a coed cheerleader, and even though Olivia had never seen her girlfriend act remotely that way, she couldn't help but find it incredibly adorable. Olivia pressed kisses to Alex's forehead as the attorney's arms gripped her tightly, and they spun around before Alex finally started to calm, and Olivia set her down.
"God, Liv, I've never been so relieved in my life," Alex breathed out.
"I knew you two would kick ass," Olivia replied. "Alone you guys are terrifying; together, you're freaking unstoppable."
"I hope so," Alex said. "Cause I don't plan on losing anytime soon."
Olivia smirked, then became suddenly aware of the presence of an infectious aroma in the apartment. "You cooking something?"
"Excellent deduction, detective. I figured I'd repay you for dinner the other night by whipping up something of my own. It's just pasta carbonara—it's easy—but it beats ordering pizza."
"Well it smells absolutely fantastic," Olivia grinned seductively, "almost as good as you." She nuzzled her nose in Alex's neck, making the blonde laugh.
"Oh-liv-i-a! Get out of there!" Olivia pulled away and pouted, her lips forming into such a cute shape that Alex couldn't help but kiss her. "Tell me that's not better," Alex joked.
"You win on that one, that is much better," Olivia purred.
"Mm, maybe if you come help me with dinner there'll be more where that came from."
Alex took her girlfriend's hand and led her into the kitchen. She stirred the carbonara sauce, creamy and hot in its pan, and then moved to drain the spaghetti from the bubbling water. When she brought it back, she slowly poured the decadent sauce over the pasta, dragging out the process far longer than it needed to last. Olivia wondered if Alex knew how sexy only she could make simple cooking look.
Well, she did know. Alex smiled to herself as she spotted the detective staring out of the corner of her eye. She continued over exaggerating her movements, stealthily watching as Olivia became progressively more uncomfortable. Finally, Olivia came up to her and breathlessly asked, "So what exactly did you need me to do?"
"Oh, just reach up and get some plates and glasses for me. You can set the table." Alex smirked at her brilliance—the wine glasses were on the top shelf of the cabinet. If Alex were to grab them, she wouldn't have to reach too much, but she had around two inches on the brunette. Olivia had to take a few seconds to stretch her taut muscles and bring the glasses down safely; a few seconds Alex could admire those muscles without Olivia noticing. Alex was on such a high right now –just the evening light framing Olivia's face and illuminating her olive skin was having an effect on her that she couldn't ignore. She raked her eyes up and down Olivia's body, her eyes darting to the woman's side when her shirt rode up a bit.
"Alex?"
"Hmm?"
"I asked if you wanted me to pick out a wine," Olivia repeated herself smugly.
"Oh…uh, no, I'll do that myself. You just take care of the table and then make yourself comfortable," Alex answered, blushing at being caught.
Olivia just smiled and did as she was told, unconsciously (or maybe not so much) putting an extra swing in her hips as she walked away. She knew she wasn't supposed to be encouraging this type of thing around Alex, but it was just too much fun. The blonde was having fun with it too—she just laughed at the detective's wonderfully cocky saunter.
After reaching for some Sauvignon, Alex gave the pasta a final stir until she was satisfied with its consistency. It was partially out of her own perfectionism and partially out of her desire to show Olivia that she could actually cook and not just order takeout, and maybe partially something else, but she needed this meal to be as amazing as a simple pasta dish could be. She transferred the spaghetti to a pretty flowered bowl and took it in one hand while her other hand grasped the wine bottle at its neck, holding on for dear life because there was no way she was dropping wine that good. Successfully bringing both items to the table, which Olivia had set so graciously, she put them down and gratefully took a seat.
"Bon appétit," Alex said smoothly. "I trust you don't need me to translate that."
"Nope, it means dig in!" Olivia grinned and happily scooped herself a portion, picking up her fork and getting a bite in before Alex could even get to the spoon. "Oh man, Alex, you've been holding out on me! This is sooo good…" Olivia practically moaned.
Alex rolled her eyes. "You'd think you were starving or something, Liv," she teased, though inwardly she was beaming. She poured them both some wine, thinking about offering her girlfriend a beer but remembering she was out. Ah well, a girly little fruity drink would have to suffice. Then she took a bite of the pasta herself—and frowned, which Olivia saw immediately.
"Oh come on, Alex, what could you possibly be pouting about?" she said tilting her head.
"I didn't put in enough garlic. The flavor is totally off."
Olivia smirked. "First of all, I wouldn't have guessed, not in a million years, that the lack of garlic existed or was the problem you were thinking of. Secondly," she lowered her voice, "too much garlic might negatively impact any plans for this evening…"
Alex flushed immediately. "Well I'm glad you enjoy it," she managed to stutter out. That was it. She needed to exact some revenge. "You know the sauce is my favorite part, more so than the pasta," she mentioned, "pasta's not so good for you anyway, with all the carbs and such…" And she took a strand of spaghetti and hooked it around one prong of her fork, not twirling it, just holding it; and she ran her tongue down the strand, eagerly lapping up the creamy sauce. Then she drew the strand into her mouth, sucking on the end a bit, and finally let it go. She stole a glance at Olivia, who was simply slack jawed. Jackpot!
"I see," Olivia finally replied. "Well, as someone whose job requires constant physical activity, I don't worry so much about the carb. I burn them off. No, I like to enjoy my pasta…" Ever cunning and playing the seduction game in the major leagues, Olivia hooked the strand of spaghetti just as Alex had done, but she leaned back, arching her back and jutting out her chest, and slowly let the pasta swirl into her mouth around her tongue, and humming in pleasure at the taste as she finally let her mouth close to chew and swallow.
Olivia turned to Alex, eager to continue their little flirty banter and searching for the slightest bit of nervousness or hint of Alex's next move. She didn't expect to find Alex looking away, her eyes heavily fixated anywhere but Olivia.
"Too much? Alex, honey?"
Alex shook her head and looked up slowly. Olivia gasped at the ferocity in her eyes. "Not enough." Quickly, Alex abandoned her seat and forcefully turned Olivia's chair away from the table. Alex, after glancing the uneasy detective once over, sent her lips crashing into Olivia's, desperate to feel this contact from this woman who'd been driving her crazy the whole night.
"Alex…"
"Olivia, I want you, now," the blonde growled.
"No, Alex, we talked about this…"
Alex sighed. "Yes we did, Olivia. The first time, I wasn't ready. It was too soon after the attack. The second time, I was under incredible stress and didn't even know what I wanted. Today, Liv, I'm the happiest I've been in…years, probably. I have no trials tomorrow. Hell, I could've been back in Africa, all by myself, by this time, but I'm not. And it's because of the woman sitting in front of me," she paused to stroke Olivia's cheek tenderly, "the most beautiful, amazing person I have ever known. I don't care how long we've been dating, because whether I knew it or not, I have been in love with you for a very, very long time." She kissed Olivia, more gently this time. "And I really, really want to do this," she breathed out, feeling her own arousal begin to take over her faculties. "So please…trust me when I say I'm ready, okay?"
Olivia studied Alex's eyes. They didn't have the same feral blackness in them that they'd had when Alex had shown up at her door four days ago. But they were the darkest blue she could ever remember, clouded with an incredibly strong desire, a sincere one, that was sending Olivia's stomach into backflips.
"Okay," Olivia nodded. Alex nodded back, and let out a relieved breath. She took Olivia's hand and encouraged her into a standing position. They simply stood there for a moment until Olivia placed one hand behind Alex's neck and the other on her right shoulder. "I love you too, you know," she admitted softly, and drew the blonde's lips back into hers.
Alex couldn't keep her hands to herself; she brought her palms to Olivia's sides, untucking the brunette's blouse from her pants and slipping her fingers underneath the fabric to caress soft bare skin. They were in no hurry this time, and Alex wanted to feel every inch of Olivia if she could.
Olivia left Alex's mouth to kiss softly around her face, marking each bit of territory as hers. Alex sighed at the feeling of Olivia's warm breath all over her skin and arched her neck up. Olivia took the hint and moved to the skin between Alex's jaw and clavicle, daring to nip at the skin a little bit as Alex's knees buckled. Olivia slowly soothed the little bites with her tongue, and the air suddenly felt cooler to Alex, even though she was oh so warm. Olivia pulled back to look in Alex's eyes. "Bedroom?" she asked softly. Alex, lost for words, could only nod.
They began on their path for the bedroom, as Alex initiated another open-mouthed kiss, devouring the taste that could only come from Olivia's mouth and deciding that the combination of carbonara sauce and Olivia could be her new favorite meal. Olivia practically had to drag Alex the final few feet as the blonde seemed to lose all function in her legs.
The pair barged through the door to Alex's bedroom, not bothering to be gentle. Alex tugged at Olivia's shirt and the brunette raised her arms so Alex could pull the shirt over her head. The blonde raked her eyes over the sight in front of her. Olivia looked as if Pygmalion himself had sculpted her, and Alex had his Galatea all to herself. The definition in her stomach, the gentle feminine curves of her full breasts—she really could be a goddess.
Alex hadn't noticed, while she'd been ogling, that Olivia had been working on the buttons of her own satin blouse. By the time Alex had regained the consciousness to look back up to Olivia's face, the detective had already pulled the shirt off Alex's shoulders and begun to kiss at the newly exposed skin.
For her part, Olivia couldn't believe what she was doing. She had never seen someone so incredibly perfect. Alex was like a porcelain doll, with flawless alabaster skin all spread out over her trim body, so smooth that Olivia was pretty sure the satin blouse was rough in comparison. She lavishly kissed at the tops of Alex's breasts, and she noticed the tiny peaks under Alex's silk bra begin to rise. Olivia's breath caught in her throat, and she slowly moved her hand up Alex's back to the clasp, lifting her head to silently ask for permission.
"Yes, Liv," Alex said breathily. "Please…"
Olivia swiftly undid the clasp and gently pulled the straps of the bra down Alex's arms. She took in the beautiful vision of Alex's naked breasts sitting firmly on her chest and immediately had to touch them. Tracing her fingers around the mounds, Olivia watched as Alex's nipples began to respond even more, and she finally bent to take one in her mouth, making Alex gasp.
Olivia's mouth felt simply divine…Alex didn't even want to breathe in case the rise of her chest would throw Olivia off course. Olivia moved then to the other breast, giving it as much attention as the first. Meanwhile, Alex had moved her hands to Olivia's back, running them up and down the warm skin, and then eagerly undoing the clasp on Olivia's bra. Olivia straightened up to allow Alex to remove the garment. Alex smiled, twirling her two index fingers around Olivia's nipples as Olivia kissed all over Alex's neck again. Alex gently pinched the twin peaks, and Olivia moaned softly. Before she couldn't take it anymore, Olivia guided Alex back towards the bed and laid the blonde on her back before settling on top with her knees on either side of Alex's waist.
"God, Alex…" Olivia had lost most of her coherent thought as Alex stared up at her with bright blue eyes, her glasses perched precariously at the end of her nose, breathing heavily. She slowly ran her fingertips all down Alex's front, teasing at the hem of her skirt, and goosebumps began to rise all over the blonde's body. Alex reflexively lifted her hips and Olivia took the hint to swiftly pull the skirt down Alex's legs.
"Liv…your pants too…"
"But I was going to…you first…"
"I want to do it together," Alex said firmly, and unbuttoned Olivia's pants before she could protest. Obediently, Olivia shimmied out of the slacks and threw them, with the rest of their clothes, off to the side. Then, she came back up to Alex's mouth again and locked their lips—they were face to face, chest to chest, leg to leg, completely fused together.
It was beautiful, it was lovely, but the ache between Alex's legs was becoming more than she could handle. "Olivia…I'm ready. Are you?" Olivia didn't answer with words, but with a smile, and grasped the fabric of Alex's panties to gently remove them.
"Alex…you're…holy fuck…"
"Thanks," Alex smirked. "You're beautiful too." She darted her eyes to Olivia's panties, still on.
"Oh," Olivia said, and stood briefly to step out of them. Alex's eyes followed the garment the whole way, and then moved back up to where they had been, and widened. "Even more beautiful than I thought," Alex said.
Olivia resumed her position on top of Alex. "Baby, if you feel uncomfortable at all, any time, you just stop meHEEEE! Oh!" Alex laughed softly; her fingers had already found their way to Olivia, and she was dragging them through the damp folds. "Are you gonna join me or what, dear?" the blonde teased.
"Shit, Alex…" Through her pleasurable haze, Olivia remembered that they were in this together. Wanting to enjoy Alex's skin a little more, she ran her hand over a smooth thigh, circling around and taking it slowly until she could feel Alex's fingernails digging into her back. "Olivia…don't tease…"
So she didn't. Olivia's hand traveled up Alex's inner thigh until it reached the area Alex so desperately needed touched. "Oh God, you're so wet…" she purred.
"You do that to me, Liv. You, and only you."
And that was all either of them needed to hear. As if on some sort of cue, each of them thrust a finger into the other, and both women cried out. Alex's head turned over on the pillows and Olivia leaned down to suck at her pulse point. The attack on her senses persuaded Alex to speed up her thrusts, and the loudening moans from Olivia simply served as positive feedback. Not wanting to be outdone, Olivia reached out a thumb to brush over Alex's clit, and Alex bucked her hips up again, begging for more pressure and contact. "God, baby, right there…please…FUCK!"
Olivia had to smile. Alex swearing was such a turn-on, since it only happened when Alex was passionate about something. A case, a suspect, a victim, or apparently sex. She added a second finger, as did Alex.
Alex was so damn close. Olivia was skilled at this. All Alex needed was…that. Olivia started to curl her fingers inward with each gentle push, hitting a spot that Alex didn't realize was there. No one had ever reached it…and Alex was going to explode. Suddenly her vision blurred and she felt the spasms course through her body. And she wasn't scared—no, she was safe in the arms of the beautiful brunette detective she loved.
Olivia had been nervous about this moment. What if Alex had a flashback? If she did and Olivia was the one on top of her when it was over, Alex might never be able to look at her the same way again. The detective wasn't sure she could handle that. But her lover was in the middle of her orgasm, and the look on her face was of pure, beautiful pleasure, not fear, not pain. And the hypnotizing expression was enough to send Olivia right over the edge with her, crying out and kissing the stunning woman as hard as she could.
And then they collapsed. When they finally pulled their fingers out of the other, Olivia immediately brought Alex's face over so she could see it. There were tears streaming down the blonde's face, and Olivia's heart sank. "Alex, sweetheart, what's wrong?" she asked desperately.
Alex shook her head and smiled as she sniffed and wiped the streaks from her face. "Nothing, baby. Nothing at all. Things are more right than they've ever been. I love you so much."
Olivia rolled over to lie beside Alex and buried her head in the attorney's shoulder. Alex's arms wrapped around the detective's body, clinging to her like a teddy bear. Olivia kissed Alex's shoulder where the scar from one man's cruel bullets had torn them apart all those years ago. She could never lose Alex again. "I love you too. Don't forget that, okay?"
"I couldn't if I tried."
And just like that, they fell asleep.