"Make yourself comfortable" she said as Olivia followed her through the door into the apartment. She paused to drop her keys on the long table pushed flanking the short hallway leading to her living room and open kitchen.
Olivia hesitantly moved past the blonde and took in the full view of Alex's apartment. It was a textbook reflection of her – immaculate, sophisticated, modern but also somewhat sterile, like the perfection was a façade. A deterrent for what was underneath and what didn't want to be discovered.
The brunette felt a hand on her back and her jacket being pulled from her shoulders.
"Sit" the blonde instructed, pushing her gently towards the couch while she hung her jacket up in the hallway.
Olivia walked the few steps over to the couch, her body on fire where Alex's hand touched her. She sat down and relaxed into its plush cushions. Her head felt dizzy and she noted how high-functioning she had been despite what was probably one drink too many. She leaned back and let her head rest on the back of the couch, pushing her hands through her hair and then resting them on her forehead.
Alex was behind her in the kitchen, retrieving two glasses from the cabinet and reaching in the fridge for the Brita filter. As she poured, she eyed the detective on her couch. Her thoughts devolved quickly from the task as she imagined herself walking over and climbing on top of the brunette, straddling her, leaning down to kiss her…. She realized in a moment of clarity that these thoughts were coming more quickly and the images were more vivid. Alex knew she had to get to bed soon.
"Ok, I'm going to get you some stuff for tonight and then we can both pass out, sound good?" Alex said, approaching Olivia and handing her a glass of water.
"No" Olivia said, accepting the glass.
"No?" Alex asked surprised.
"I want the full Cabot apartment tour" Olivia said, looking up at the blonde and enjoying the view. She wondered what it would feel like to pull her down on top of her. The thought made her painfully aware of how wet she was becoming.
"There isn't much to see, it is an apartment, I'm sure you've seen many" Alex said, smiling down at the brunette.
"Be that as it may, I still want it" Olivia insisted.
"You are so demanding for a guest" Alex teased. "Ok, that is the kitchen, behind you. This is the living room. You're sitting on my couch. And the rest of the stuff is down the hallway" Alex said, clapping her hands together.
"Al-ex" Olivia whined.
"Ok, come on then" Alex said, extending her hand down to the brunette who took it and pulled herself up.
It seemed to Olivia that she and Alex had touched more tonight than they had in all the years they had known each other. She let herself be pulled along by Alex.
"Bathroom on the left… closet… study on the right and… my bedroom" Alex said as they made their way down the long hallway to an opened door.
As expected, it was the epitome of taste and class. In the center was an enormous bed made up to perfection with a few accent pillows placed thoughtfully on top.
Alex let go of Olivia's hand and walked over to a set of drawers underneath a large mirror.
"Let's get you some sleep clothes" she said, kneeling down and rooting through what appeared to be a drawer full of impeccably folded clothing.
Olivia leaned against the entryway, enjoying the rare picture of a domestic Alex.
Alex readjusted, sitting Indian-style. She was finding it hard to remain kneeling without keeling over.
"No Harvard stuff please, it is too nerdy, even for sleeping" Olivia instructed.
"Just for that, I'm now going to swaddle you in Harvard gear. Here is a Harvard shirt…" Alex said, tossing it in Olivia's direction. "Some Crimson Tide shorts…" She tossed them as well. "I can keep going if you want to run your mouth some more" Alex said.
"Nope, I think I'm good" Olivia said, yielding.
"Excellent. There is an extra toothbrush for you in the bathroom down the hall and I'll get you some sheets and a pillow. Now go" Alex ordered as she struggled to stand up without falling over.
Olivia left Alex and headed for the bathroom. She quickly stripped off her jeans and shirt. She contemplated leaving her bra on. Given the small size of Alex's T-shirt, she imagined she'd be putting on quite a show without it. She wasn't necessarily opposed to that but still, it seemed like too much. She settled on sleeping in her bra and quickly pulled on the clothes Alex had given her. She tried not to think about how nice it all felt… being with Alex, wearing her clothes, sleeping in her apartment…