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16th Precinct, Special Victims Unit

The following day …

"You want some coffee Liv?"

Elliot's smile betrays how much he's longing to ask why I'm still in my turtleneck sweater and a jacket even though it's getting to be stifling hot in here.

I shake my head, holding forth a chilled can of soda. "No, I'm good thanks."

"So …" He sits on the edge of my desk, just like Alex would whilst 'trying' to pretend that her close proximity wasn't deliberately intended to drive me crazy. "How'd it go?"

I'm too busy thinking about Alex, and her month long suspension and what that means for the constant flood of sex flashbacks I'm having whilst sitting at my desk. My mind drifts to the visage of her blonde hair all messy on my pillow when she woke up in my arms this morning … and the smile on her face as she shyly pulled back the shower curtain to kiss me, both of us fighting the urge to make me late for work for the first time in my entire life.

"Liv?"

I really have to stop thinking about Alex, otherwise it's going to be a long, unproductive, and frustrating month. "How'd what go El?"

"You and Cabot."

I raise my eyes from a stack of incomplete DD5's, pulling together the best look of innocence I can muster. "I've no idea what you mean …"

He laughs. "Yeah right, and if I inspect your neck it wont be covered in Cabot-sized bite marks?"

I sit back, knowing I'll have to give him something if he's ever going to leave me alone.

I tap my pen against the desk, shrugging my shoulders as if to say nothing was ever 'less' of a big deal. "We talked …"

"Talked about where she was allowed to bite you …?" He teases.

He's so smug, his lips curl inwardly in that cunning smile. I know if Alex was here he wouldn't dare be so bold, he'd never admit it but even now she still scares him a little bit.

I grin, leaning across to snatch a donut from the bag he's holding out. "Just cos I never let you bite me, doesn't mean the same applies for everyone else!"

I lick the jelly off my bottom lip and a bemused, almost pained expression crosses his face as he turns and walks away.

Resigned, defeated, or even a little jealous, I can't say.

Some time this morning, or last night, or whenever it was we finally made it to her bed, we both lay face down – arms and legs entangled, with Alex mostly on top of me. And out of some primitive need to not stop until she'd fully explored every morsel of my skin, she bit lazily across my back and over my shoulder blades, alternating between deep soft tastes, teasing nips with her teeth and soft wet kisses.

"You taste amazing." She mumbled, saying it for the hundredth time since we finally made it to the bed, too exhausted to do anything but lie there and bask in the feel of each other's moist skin making electrifying contact everywhere. She growled. "Rrrrr … so delicious."

I chuckled, it was exactly how the last round started, somewhere between leaving the couch and making it to the bed, neither one of us able to hold off any longer from the feel of each other's hands, and lips, and teeth … and tongue.

I groaned. "Alex …"

She bit softly against the taut skin of the back of my neck, hard enough to feel but soft enough to avoid leaving a mark the following day, she continued her exploration with a soothing lick, annunciating my name in her throat.

"Yes … O – liv – i – a?"

I could only moan my reply.

She slid her body further on top of me, pert breasts and hardened nipples raking across my back as she ground her pelvis into my ass and moaned into the back of my neck. The feel of her neatly trimmed curls, glistened with moisture and tickling against the base of my spine had me gripping the sheets out of frustration.

"I'm never gonna get up for work in the morning if we carry on like this …" I exhaled breathlessly.

Immediately, I regretted it, the isolative bubble of our passion - locked within the walls of her apartment - had abruptly burst all around us. Her body tensed and the swirling licks of her tongue that were making their way down my spine, halted, and became cautious breaths as she struggled with what to say.

"Don't Liv …"

I felt her upper arms tense as she contemplated pulling away, so I turned beneath her and we lay face to face, our entire bodies touching, melted together in a blissful, blended harmony. She let her head rest inside the crook of my neck and I remember that I smiled because her hair was soft and smelled wonderful as it fell against my cheek.

I soothed her softly, running my fingers through her hair. "Alex, baby … it'll be okay."

She shifted slightly to one side, errant fingers running random patterns across my stomach and left breast. We both felt sticky, sweaty, and delightfully sore yet I knew I'd never grow tired of seeing her body and watching her get that way.

"I know …" She mumbled. The tone in her voice changed as she began to quell her growing anxiety. "I can use the time to catch up on all my unfilled tax-returns, it'll be a blast!"

I laughed, because it was expected and because I didn't want her to assume I knew she was covering with her expert mask.

"Read all those books you never read?" I added in.

She continued. "Take walks in the park …"

"I'll miss you." I offered.

It didn't need to be said, it was obvious to both of us and even if we hadn't just slept together she'd still know that the Olivia and Alex who were 'just good friends' would struggle to go that long without the regular comfort of one another.

She laughed again, that same delicious sound that comes from the lighter part inside, the one that cries at old movies and if she sees a dead pigeon in the park. Not the one who battles against the evils she prosecutes, in the hope that the law will fix things, then carries home with her the victims who have to live with the evils she cant overcome.

"I think we broke all our rules Liv."

I grinned. "Actually … I think *you* broke them first?"

"Me?" Her head snapped up. "It was so you …"

"You sat in my lap Alex …" I forced out hoarsely, the mental image of it still causing my clit to harden and an uncomfortable flood of moisture to pool between my legs.

My heart rate shot up and thundered loudly inside my chest.

She leant forwards, her head on her flexed elbow. "But you came back in from the rain …"

"I did."

"You forgave me."

"I did."

Even when she couldn't forgive herself.

Her eyes grew serious, and seemed distant as she tensed in my arms and I wondered, had it not been for the fact we lay naked in 'her' apartment – in her bed – whether she might not have, at that point, tried running out on me.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Nowhere …" She looked caught, scared that our having slept together hadn't changed my ability to read her thoughts.

I tightened my grip around her. "Alex it's fine, I've said far worse things to myself, believe me."

"But it was unforgivable." She mumbled, leaning down to lay soft kisses in the hollow between my collarbones. She raised her head to capture my lips and her voice was barely audible as she spoke. "I promised myself if I ever managed to get you Liv, you'd be the one person I'd *never* ever hurt."

I pushed her away from me, to stare at her beautiful face - slightly marred by the events of the last few days. She seemed to have grown stronger, as I held her and she admitted to entertaining the idea that of all the people in our world, I was the person she chose to go after, and the person she chose to never intentionally harm.

"I'm not hurt Alex …" I reassured her, feeling quite anything but. "I'm fine." I couldn't think of any other way to say how I felt and how very 'okay' everything was between us. "Really Alex, I'm more than fine … I've got you."

She turned her face away, and despite my growing need to capture her lips in a soul destroying kiss and wash all the fear and agony far away, I let her keep her distance, and watched with a twinge of pain as a single solitary tear rolled down her cheek, making it feel like we were still awash on separate desert islands with miles of ocean laid out between us.

"Liv." She whispered, turning back to me and dropping her knee between my thighs. She gasped at the mixture of moisture and burning heat, and the way my hips rolled forwards to meet her touch, just like a primitive reflex. "Liv … please … touch me …"

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

Elliot smirks, shoving a glazed donut in his face and licking his fingers seductively. I can feel a blush rising in my cheeks and take a moment before answering to rid my mind of a certain blonde and certain thoughts, namely her mouth and her fingers going places I'd never imagined would …

"You gonna answer that?" Fin asks, irritated by the consistent shrill ringing.

I pick up my desk phone, startled by the huskiness in my voice when I start to speak. "Benson, Special Victims Unit?"

A familiar chuckle fills my ears and I find myself instantly relaxing at the sound. "Do you always answer your phone like that, or are you actually a heavy breathing stalker?"

"Hey Alex." I mumble, relieved that Cragen just called Elliot into his office and Fin and Munch seem otherwise engaged. "What's up?"

She laughs, and in my mind I picture her laid naked on her bed, she's wearing a gown but it's open at the front and as she talks, her other hand wanders lazily up and down her abdomen. I sigh, because it's 10:30am and even if the day stays quiet like it is now, my stack of paperwork will keep me here until seven.

"Just thought I'd call." She states distractedly. "I was just, y'know, filling in my tax-returns and it made me think of you …"

I sigh, only Alex Cabot could make talking about taxes sound sexy.

"What you doing?" She asks. She sounds like there's a swagger to her voice.

"Nothing. Thinking about you and trying not to make it too obvious?"

I can't know for sure, but I'm convinced I can 'hear' her grinning. "Awww, you're thinking about me?"

It's a long time until seven; even if I start something over the phone that I can't finish, the only one who'll really suffer is me. Alex is home, alone, in her spacious apartment with enough room to do as she pleases. My imagination travels back to the image of Alex, half naked on her bed, and I'm a little scared we're about to wander down a dangerous road, for me anyway.

"Don't …" I exhale.

"What's the matter Liv?"

"You're making it difficult to concentrate." I whisper.

"You wanna know what I'm thinking about?"

Yes.

No.

Oh Hell.

"Alex …" My voice disappears into a cautious intake of breath as I scan the squad room for any indication that someone is angling to overhear. "If it's anything like what I've been thinking about all morning, it probably involves my mouth on you, my fingers in you and you … you, simply laid there looking utterly beautiful and loudly screaming my name."

I hadn't quite planned to be so graphic and suddenly the other end of the line goes very, very still.

"Alex?"

"Uh … huh?" She grunts, making clear her displeasure that I just completely turned her on and wont be able to do anything about it for at least another 8 or 9 hours …

She used to make the same sound sometimes when I chased her like a dog after a juicy bone, ready to chew every bit of life out of whatever argument we were currently on a pause from continuing with. I used to hear her make that same noise, a mixture of defeat, frustration and something else, something I've never been able to identify until now.

Turns out that sound, is Alex Cabot when she's horny.

Horny, and denied of what she wants.

Suddenly the air inside the precinct grows thick, it's so warm I almost consider taking off my jacket and enduring the amount of teasing I would get from where Alex left sizeable bite marks behind my left ear. A little part of me feels relieved she's not working down the street in the DA's office, otherwise a little fantasy that neither one of us has yet admitted to, might be in danger of readily coming true.

I could pinch myself, but I still wouldn't fully believe last night actually happened.

The first time I ever made her come, I could have blinked and probably missed it. She seemed to have penetrated my insides and I couldn't be sure where the sounds were coming from, her or me, or both of us together.

She asked for more, and without any intention of stopping, I complied, her legs astride me, her face pushed into the angle of my neck and jaw as she used one hand to hold back her hair and the other to anchor herself against me.

The second time she came, I felt it, perhaps even before she did, a series of pulsing, electrifying shocks that rocketed through my soul and connected us forever.

She went quiet for a while, leant against me as her breathing changed from ragged to shallow and her chest heaved against mine. Then she surveyed me with a predatory stare, eyes filled with lust and desire as she took in my half naked form. I started to ramble incoherently as the look in her eyes made my mouth go parched and arid, oddly enough the only part of my body to 'not' be wet.

She told me to shut up, as I started to question how and why and whether we should or shouldn't have allowed it or explored it or given in. She captured my mouth, owning it with a force that knocked the wind from my sails as her hands moved to the button on my fly, quickly undoing and divesting me of my jeans. I felt a shiver as the warmth of her body moved away from me, almost missing the shimmy in her hips as she wriggled free of her own jeans, casting them quickly aside. I looked down from her eyes and felt cheated, knowing I'd missed her slide the tight denim off her hips, her breasts still jiggling from the movement.

There was no suggestion she felt shy or had second thoughts as she slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and cast the lacy bit of material aside, turning her attention to the only piece of clothing still between her and her ultimate goal.

Me.

I groaned.

I hadn't meant to, but she swirled her tongue around the crease of my left knee, dragging a line from there up the inside of my thigh as my legs instinctively fell open.

"Mmmn." She inhaled deeply. "I can tell how much you want me. God Liv, that's such a fucking turn-on."

No kidding. I never wanted anything that much in my entire life. It felt like every part of my body was on fire, never mind the raging heat and moisture pooled between my thighs. I could have begged, sobbed, or pleaded, but for some reason I trusted Alex implicitly to give me what I craved.

So I turned the back of my hand towards my mouth, prepared to bite down hard as she slid my underwear off and settled herself between my legs.

That first contact, so barely there it was so gentle. I needed more and my hips bucked to meet her tongue, wishing she was in me and on me and all over me at the same time. And yet the elegance of her touch was so delicious and divine I could have endured my torment a lot longer.

Her naked ass lifted a little higher into the air as she repositioned herself, hooking both arms beneath my thighs to allow better access. She slid her tongue deep within my folds and a guttural moan sprang from down inside my belly, momentarily surprising us both.

There were people before her, of course.

I couldn't have named or recalled a single complimentary thing about any one of them.

While I was busy replacing every mental imagine inside my head with that of Alex Cabot and her naked ass as she was busy going down on me, two fingers swirled around my opening, barely seeking entrance before plunging right in.

"Fuck … Alex."

My hips lurched forwards, met her teeth and tongue as she latched firmly onto my clit and the first hint of orgasm rushed through me. I felt her suck hard as she curled her fingers, seeming to reach within and press gently but forcefully over the centre of my being, throwing out explosive stars behind my eyes and a scream to match.

"Alexxxxxxxxxxxxx!"

When I couldn't give her any more, when I actually had to ask, silently, with my hand against her forehead that she back away. She crept back up my body, discretely wiping her face before lavishing mine with fragranced kisses.

"That was amazing …" I gushed. "You're amazing … Alex …"

She laughed then, through continuous kisses to ensure that I knew, in my fragile state, that her laughter was in no way directed at me.

"I wish I knew …" She husked, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling it back. "All those months ago, that all I needed to do to render you speechless … was that."

"Liv?"

Alex's voice, in my ear.

The mental image disappears and for a moment I'm sad, then I remember the real thing is ringing me up at work, her voice drenched in the remnants of last night's sex as both of us struggle with the notion it wasn't an illusion.

"Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"How soon can you get finished?"

I look at the stack of DD5's, they were there before the Cavanaugh case started, they'll still be there in the morning if I leave here at five instead of seven.

"Uh, five … maybe four thirty if Elliot remembers that he likes me and things stay like they are now?"

Alex chuckles. "Tell him it was on my orders."

I choke. "Somehow I don't think that would really help."

She starts to purr. "Aww, poor baby, are the mean boys teasing you …?"

"No." I groan. "Not yet, but I'm still in my sweater and jacket."

"Liv you must be sweltering?"

"I am."

She knows what she's doing, she's very cleverly reminding me that she marked me last night, that she made me hers.

"Liv?"

"Uh huh?"

"Be here at seven, oh and bring a bag, I want to feed you dinner."

My eyes widen. "You cook?"

She chuckles, her voice dropping several decibels. "No, why, do you?"

My stomach flips as I quickly catch on to her request. "Oh …"

TBC …

A bit of a mean place to stop, I know :D

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