"When is your next date with my mother?" Olivia asked as they sat in the plastic booth of a diner.

"It was supposed to be today, but she called to cancel. She has a meeting of some sort on campus," Alex offered taking a sip of her water.

The detective looked at the table as she probed, "How about your date tonight? Still on?"

Alex nodded with a small smile, "It'll be fun, but I don't expect it to go anywhere."

"Why is that?" Olivia asked.

"Hmm?" Alex asked back.

"Why don't you expect it go to anywhere?"

The blonde shrugged, "She's not my type really."

The detective studied Alex for moment before asking, "What is your type?"

"Well…" Alex started, but paused, "I don't really have a type. I just know what's not my type."

"What is not your type?" Olivia took a long sip of her tea, not really knowing if she was pushing it with her intimate line of questioning.

After a thoughtful pause, Alex said, "Well, Hitler is not my type."

Olivia laughed, "That was helpful."

The blonde laughed, "I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anyone one thing that's always a complete turn off for me…beside genocide."

"That's understandable," Olivia grinned, "What are you going to wear on the date?"

Alex leaned back in her chair, "Oh God. We're probably going clubbing so… something sexy and comfortable."

"I didn't know an outfit could be both."

"It takes a lot of skill," Alex running her finger over the rim of her glass.

Olivia shook her head, "You make me feel old."

"There's no reason for that," the attorney smiled, "You make me feel out of shape."

Olivia laughed and they relaxed into an easy meal together.

When they finished, Olivia dropped Alex by her office. The blonde got out and dipped down to added to Olivia, "We're going to be at the Oracle club at ten."

Olivia wondered why Alex was telling her, but figured it was some sort of hint. She just nodded and watched Alex close the door and go into the building.

For the rest of the day Olivia debated whether or not to go to the club Alex told her about earlier. She didn't really want to crash the date, but seeing Alex may be worth the awkwardness that would fall over Olivia and Alex's date.

At ten fifty, Olivia found herself standing at the bar in the club. Alex seemed to have good taste in clubs. It was cleaner than Olivia thought it would be and filled to the brim with women. Beautiful women.

After half of a bourbon, Olivia spotted Alex. She was already sitting in a booth with one of the strippers from the club. Her hair was down and perfect, framing her face. Her top was a short sleeved gray sweater that ran down to her mid thigh where black tights took over before ending at the top of some heeled black boots.

Olivia looked at the drinks on the table and guessed what they were before ordering one more of each and making her way over to their table.

A smile immediately appeared on Alex's face when Olivia set her new drink on the table. "Fancy meeting you here." She scooted over in the small circular booth so that Olivia could sit down.

The stripper smiled, "I'm Emily."

"Olivia," the detective shook her hand across the table.

"Well," Emily grinned, "I've certainly heard a lot about you tonight."

Alex didn't even bother trying to cover up a smile. They had already been to two bars and a handful of cocktails at each. She took a long sip of her martini and watched Olivia out of the corner of her eye.

"All good I hope," Olivia added.

Emily wagged her eyebrows, "Really good." She looked around the room, "Oh wow, look at that extremely hot woman looking over here. I'm going to go say hi." Emily stood up.

"Wow, cheating on me already?" Alex asked with a goofy smile, "I see how it is."

Emily laughed with Alex and walked off.

"How's your date going?" Olivia asked, turning slightly toward Alex.

The blonde smiled with a glassy eyed tipsiness Olivia expected. "It was great until my date dumped me. But you're here now which is…better."

"How much have you had to drink?" Olivia asked, slightly amused. Usually people under the influence of anything are huge turn off for Olivia, but Alex in her slightly buzzed state was adorable.

Alex raised an eyebrow and then looked at her watched, "Too much. Do you want to get out of here and go to my apartment? We can eat ice cream and watch Will & Grace reruns."

Olivia chuckled, "That sounds good, but I was hoping to get to see you dance out there, "she motioned to the dance floor where Emily was grinding on some other woman. "I've only got to see ten seconds of your world famous moves and we were at work."

The blonde leaned closer to Olivia and whispered into her ear, "If you behave yourself, I'll give you a private show tonight."

The heat of Alex's words made Olivia's body rigid. The extreme sexiness was enough to temporarily fry her brain as well as her muscles.

"C'mon," Alex grinned, knowing what she had just done. "Let's get out of here."

As soon as they walked into Alex's apartment, she went to her bedroom to change. Olivia, as instructed, went to the freezer and got out the ice cream then started to heap it into one large bowl. When she was done, she picked up the bowl and two spoons and made her way to the living room where she found Alex.

The blonde had changed into a white muscle shirt and light blue boyshorts. The amount of skin showing gave Olivia flashbacks to when she walked in and saw Alex in her lingerie. She eventually shook out of it and walked the rest of the way into the living room.

"That looks delicious," Alex grinned and picked up a spoon. She took a bite of it, moaning as it hit her taste buds.

The moan caused Olivia to take a deep breath and try to calm herself. It was becoming unbearable to be around Alex without having some surprising feelings because of it. The smallest things that Alex did started to turn her on.

Alex flipped on the TV and changed the channel until she found what she was looking for. She looked at Olivia and sweetly asked, "Is this okay?"

Olivia smiled and nodded, "Perfect."

Alex smiled back, "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad you invited me," Olivia replied honestly.

Once the ice cream was gone, Olivia found herself sitting on one end of the couch with Alex's head in her lap. She softly stroke the blonde locks, trying not to let her eyes linger too long on the exposed, outstretched legs of the ADA.

A few episodes in and Olivia knew Alex had fallen asleep. The change in her breathing and the stop of her fidgeting made it clear. She looked down at the peaceful face and gently stroked her cheek. It was now obvious that at some point Olivia had fallen for Alex.

Now all she had to do was to figure out how Alex felt then go from there. Simple plan. But Olivia knew it was never that simple.

She looked down at Alex again and couldn't help, but smile. The close proximity to Alex gave her a sense of peace. Olivia turned off the TV and rested her head on the back of the couch before falling asleep.