Several hours later Alex and Olivia were sitting on the couch, coming down from another one of the laughing fits they had broken into that night. They had opted on ordering pizza, a secret favorite of Alex's, and had gotten themselves five, almost six drinks deep as the late evening turned into the night and the sun set on New York City. Both of their defenses had come way down since their initial arrival at the apartment, not that either of them had knowingly put any barriers up themselves. As Alex came down from the peal of laughter that had attacked her by surprise, she stretched out on the couch, her feet just barely brushing against Olivia's thigh.
"Oh, why'd you let me eat so much," she groaned, holding her sides that hurt from the laughter and the one too many pieces of pizza she had eaten that night.
"I think you know better than the both of us that you had insisted on finishing the last piece in the box," Olivia informed her, shooting a teasing glare over her way.
With another groan she sat upright and brought her legs in as far as they could come in the tight pencil skirt she was still wearing and wearily rubbed her aching feet with the palms of her hands.
"Please remind me why I choose to wear shoes that kill every single day in that office," she said through gritted teeth.
Olivia had to catch herself, a foolish thought about to form itself into a sentence and leave her lips for Alex to hear. She cleared her throat and took the last sip of beer from her bottle before leaning forwards and setting it on the table, dismissing it entirely.
"Your feet hurt?" she asked, not really needing an answer seeing as Alex's pained expression gave it all away. She scooted a few inches closer to the blonde sitting on the other end of the couch before patting her lap with her hands. "Put 'em here."
"What?" Alex questioned, a curious brow arched at Olivia's order. "You can't possibly be serious," she said through a smile, shaking her head.
"You can't possibly be serious," she retorted, grabbing one of Alex's ankles and settling it in her lap, her thumbs grazing over the bottom of her foot. "You know wearing those things could cause you serious foot problems when you're older," she informed the ADA as she began to press her thumbs roughly into the muscles before pushing them upwards towards her toes.
"Oh, I am older," she replied in another groan, this one laced with pleasure and relief instead of pain.
All was quiet on Olivia's end of the couch as Alex's sudden groans and moans and general sounds of pleasure threw her off-guard. It set feelings off inside of her that she wasn't quite ready for. That she had practically been unaware of. Her thumbs stopped their movements for a moment and her head shot up and over to where Alex was propped up against the arm of the couch, eyes closed and head leaning ever so slightly back in the perfect vision of relaxation. It took a second for Olivia to start the movements back up again, and when she did Alex elicited another soft moan of pleasure which brought a somewhat devious smile to Olivia's face and caused a small fire to begin in her abdomen.
Her attention soon turned to the foot, which soon became feet, rooted in her lap and she paid careful mind as she massaged the porcelain white skin beneath her thumbs roughly before rubbing it smoothly. She soon found delight in the sounds that Alex was making and found herself pushing down on the skin to get deeper to wallow in the noises once more. She allowed her eyes to leave her work to study Alex once more when she caught a glimpse of ice blue that caused her to freeze immediately. So that's why they called her the Ice Queen.
"You're getting pretty into that," Alex said, her voice low and almost hypnotizing as she held her gaze with Olivia. In the span of ten minutes the overall mood of the evening had went from light and happy to something much, much more.
"Says the woman moaning from a foot rub," Olivia shot back, the pressure of her fingers on Alex's feet pushing into them again, but lighter this time.
"I didn't mean it like that," she said with a small smile, her eyes falling down to her feet in Olivia's lap before settling on her face once more. "I meant I like it."
Her voice was quieter. It seemed smaller, yet bigger in some way. She was serious. Olivia could feel Alex's eyes searing into the side of her head. There was something about the way she spoke that wasn't there before. It hadn't been there all night. Olivia could remember hushed conversations late at night in the ADA's office when she heard subtle hints to the now husky tone of the blonde's voice, but she had never let it consume her entirely. Not like this. Olivia couldn't bring herself to look Alex in the eyes. Not when she felt her feet slide from her lap. Not when she felt her inch towards her from the other end of the couch. Not even when she heard her whisper so that it was just above audible in the quiet living room.
"Let me do you."
That simple sentence sent shivers down Olivia's spine. Before she was able to process it entirely in her mind, she felt herself shifting to lie back against the arm of the sofa and bring her feet up into Alex's lap. The sun had set now and the living room was dark, spare the extra light that was coming from the kitchen where they had shared stories and dinner.
She was soft. Gentle. She caressed the bottoms of Olivia's feet with her palms at first, sliding them around to grip the tops of Olivia's feet before her thumbs began running identical motions over the padding of her feet. One foot and then the other.
It started out in inches. Her hands crept up Olivia's feet to her ankles, rubbing over them and allowing her fingers to slide up her pants to brush against the beginning of her calves. Then just a little further up her pants leg, allowing her hands to slide as far up along the smooth skin as the loose garments would allow before back down again.
Olivia fought against the urge to open her eyes as long as she could, but when she felt Alex brush her fingertips over her right knee her eyes flew open. Somewhere between the light and the dark, between all the drinks and the laughter and the eating and the stories, all pretenses had been dropped. At least on Alex's part. Olivia could tell when her eyes finally found Alex's face through the darkness by the small flashes of light bouncing against the lenses of her glasses. They were faced in her direction and in that instant she felt the heavy stare of the woman that owned the wandering hands. She couldn't bring herself to look away. She felt locked by the eyes that she couldn't quite see. Her heart was beating erratically and the second she felt each of Alex's hands rest on one of her legs and slide along the fabric, up and over her knees to reach her thighs, it felt as if it was going to explode.
For just a brief moment her thoughts calmed enough for her to wonder how the woman slowly inching up her body could be so calm. Her mind was, for lack of better words, fuzzy. But she was composed well enough to know when a situation should be causing some sort of rise out of a person. As she sat there with Alex's hands dancing dangerously close to her inner thighs, she couldn't hear any signs of labored breathing. No signs of shaking as she gently brushed her thumbs up Olivia's inner thighs, the tips riding up to trace the creases in Olivia's pants where her thighs met her hips. No hesitance whatsoever.
"Liv," she whispered through the darkness. The only sounds in the living room where the sounds of Olivia's heavy breathing and the soft noises of the couch as Alex shifted herself from a seated position to straddling her lower legs. Her hands pressed into Olivia's thighs as she leaned forward and their lips brushed slightly together. The blonde swept her nose lightly against the detective's and she could feel Olivia's hot breath escape her parted lips.
"Liv," she whispered once more. It became slightly muffled as she wasted no more time and moved in to press her lips against Olivia's. She couldn't resist it any longer. She had left the ball in Olivia's court for how long now? But the detective was too pig-headed to make a move. Too blind to what was standing right in front of her. Daily. And now Alex Cabot was going to take something that she truly wanted. Alex could never deny herself something she had desired for so long and so deeply when it was sitting right in front of her on her couch in a dark living room. In other words, the setting was perfect and once she felt how hesitant Olivia had become, she felt it was time to take matters into her own hands.
Olivia was stunned by the kiss at first. The sudden contact of Alex's lips on her's. But just as Alex's almost primitive moans, it caused the fire burning deep in Olivia's abdomen to make itself known once more. And when Alex finally broke the kiss, Olivia couldn't help but gasp loudly not only from the oxygen she had been deprived of, but because Alex's lips were now paying special attention to her sensitive neck.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Alex whispered, her lips brushing ever so lightly up against Olivia's earlobe and her breath hot as she spoke. She began to place small kisses along Olivia's jawline and had slowly crept her hand up the detective's torso to grasp a handful of Benson breast when she felt Olivia jerk beneath her.
This, she thought to herself upon hearing the words in her ear. This, it came again, more panicked than before. "What is this? What are we doing, Alex?" she asked quietly at first, all the thoughts that had been clouded in her mind now rushing back at her full speed.
"Shh," Alex cooed, kissing her way to the other side of Olivia's face, making a trail along her jawline and her chin, before dipping down to the crook of her neck to sink teeth into flesh.
"No, Alex." It was stronger this time. But even so, Alex could hear the fear in Olivia's voice.
"Wha-" Alex was at a loss for words as she sat back on her heels, searching through the darkness for an answer that she knew she wouldn't receive.
"No. We can't- I can't-" Olivia began scrambling to get off the couch, away from Alex. Away from this whole mess.
Without warning she shot up from the couch and sped into the kitchen, grabbing her shoes that were placed on the floor by the counter top where she left them before snatching her coat from the coat rack. She was a mess as she threw her shoes on the floor and rushed to get into them. She tried her best to not become a strangled mess as she put her jacket on, feeling her cell phone secure in her pocket. She reached for the door. She didn't know what exactly she was doing, but she knew she had to leave. Whatever was about to happen between them wasn't going to end with anything good. They were going to cause something horrible that wouldn't just effect their personal lives, but their work lives and quite possibly their co-workers if it spread far enough. Whatever it was.
"Liv, you don't have to go," Alex called out after her, still in her position on the couch. "Please, Liv. I'm sorry," she practically pleaded. Her words seemed to go unheard and soon she heard her front door slamming and heavy footsteps leading away from her door.
Alex fell back, her feet bending under her weight so she was now a few inches shorter as she sat up on the couch.
"Shit," she sighed breathlessly, head hanging low, left alone in her apartment for a sleepless night to replay the scene in her head over and over again. To figure out where she had gone wrong.