Keys in the ignition, Olivia drove home as quickly as possible, law abiding. This last case had taken all of her energy, she was ready to kick start her two days off with a relaxing evening, curled up on the sofa with a glass of wine and a book. Cragen had been serious this time when he'd ordered them all to take some time for themselves.
The lights of the city flew past her in a haze, muscle memory taking her home without the need to concentrate too much on where she was going. When she pulled up outside her house she sighed, turned the engine off and rested her head on the steering wheel just for a moment to compose herself. I wonder what the rest of the gang will do with their time off? She thought to herself, probably spend time with their families, friends, loved ones. She sighed again. Her days off were much the same, isolated and quiet.
She took her satchel off of the passenger seat and made her way out of the car, slamming the door quickly behind her and heading up the garden path. The night was quiet, it was only 9pm but there were no signs of her neighbours, just a faint sound of traffic from the highway a few streets away and the local wildlife springing to life in the trees above her.
The detective let herself into the house, dropping her bag by the door slipping her jacket off her shoulders and walking into the kitchen, that glass of wine on her mind. Only one foot passed the threshold of the kitchen before she felt a strong arm around her neck.
"Umph, fuck" she muttered, wrestling with her assailant. She felt herself being pulled back into a tall but slender body, she began making mental notes of her attacker, the detective's professional need for every detail taking over. She could smell flowers, she maybe caught a flash of blonde and was that silk she could feel against her neck?
She put her academy training to good use, grabbing the arm with both hands, thrusting it up, ducking and spinning to push that same arm up behind the mystery figure's back and forcing them into the wall adjacent.
With an 'oof' the assailant was winded and trapped between the detective and the wall. Finally, Olivia caught sight of her attacker in the dim light of the hallway.
"Alex?!" She gasped.
"Hey detective, you should lock up a bit better when you leave in the mornings, I could have been anyone." The blonde smirked.
"Wha-? How did you get into my house?" The detective questioned, still not letting up on her grip, still stunned by the intrusion.
"You left your bedroom window open," the ADA responded nonchalantly, "I expected more from you detective Benson." A small laugh escaping her lips, her voice had dropped an octave lower.
Her senses were overloaded by the detective, her perfume invading her nostrils, her hands forcefully gripping her body, not a single inch between the two of them. Subconsciously, she'd pushed back into the detective, desperately holding onto the gasp that wanted to escape when she felt heat against her ass.
Olivia turned the ADA on the spot, She didn't back up too far, just enough for Alex to turn and face her, hands either side of Alex's head, both women breathing heavily. From this angle Alex could see down Olivia's shirt, and her eyes were unashamedly flicking from chest, to eyes, to lips and she couldn't help the whimper that came out.
Though she delighted in overpowering THE Olivia Benson, she knew it would be short lived, Olivia just couldn't help herself.
"Well councillor, what's the going sentence for breaking and entering, and assault?" Olivia asked, searching Alex's crystal blue eyes.
The District Attorney was primed and ready with her rebuttle, "Your window was wide open, you'd have me on trespassing at most, I'd be out in less than 3 months on good behaviour," The ADA fisted the front of Olivia's dress shirt and leaned into her ear, licking the shell, she added "and it's not assault if the recipient was enjoying every. Second" she punctuated the last word with a nibble to the detectives earlobe.
Olivia let out a soft moan, and could no longer contain herself, she lunged at Alex, taking her lips and abusing them with her teeth, they were plump and moving fluidly against her own. The detective took control of the kiss quickly, plunging her tongue into the ADA's willing mouth, tasting her and savouring her. She ripped Alex's fists from her shirt and slammed them against the wall either side of her head. When she sucked Alex's bottom lip she let go with a pop, the councillors head falling back with a groan and allowing Olivia space to ravish her neck, not caring for any bruises left behind in her wake.
"Liv, please" she whined. Her hips were jerking frantically from the wall, searching for any kind of friction. Olivia was going to enjoy this.
"Miss Cabot, in a court of law you might receive a slap on the wrist, but in my house you know by now that you don't, get off," a bite to Alex's neck, "lightly."
With that she picked the blonde up, legs wrapping tightly around her waist, the pencil skirt not allowing enough spread to give her the purchase needed to find any relief from the burning ache between her legs. Alex could feel how wet she was already and hoped this punishment wouldn't go on for too long.
Olivia made her way swiftly up the stairs and into her bedroom, she all but threw Alex onto the bed. Alex let out a squeak that neither woman was expecting and it made Olivia's face split into a cocky grin.
The detective stopped to admire the view. The blonde's hair was wild, a flush creeping up her heaving chest, the slightly unbuttoned silk shirt that was slowly becoming untucked from her pencil skirt was leaving little to the imagination with the blonde's red lace bra beginning to show and stiff nipples coming through the fabric. The pencil skirt had finally ridden up to her waist, her legs splayed wantonly. Her panties damp with arousal, no longer able to hide it. Her heels seemed higher than the usual type she wore to court. She'd planned this.
Olivia groaned again when she saw the red lace garter belt. So this is what Alexandra Cabot wears to work? She thought. The image stored away for future reference.
She had the blonde's full attention and began stripping, her black dress shirt first, dropping to reveal her bra less chest. Her nipples stood erect in the cool air. She saw Alex's eyes darken with lust, following Olivia's every movement. Next, her belt. She removed this slowly and purposely. When she snapped the belt on her open palm, Alex flinched and whimpered. It was set aside while she removed her slacks and boots leaving her in just her own damp briefs.
"Take your shirt off," Olivia said oozing her natural authority.
Alex didn't miss a beat, her fingers and thumbs worked the buttons one by one revealing herself to Olivia. The silk slid off easily and was abandoned somewhere on the floor.
"More." was all Olivia needed to say before Alex reached for the clasp on her bra, the lace dragging down her arms as that too was discarded. The detective released a breathe she didn't realise she was holding, Alex's breasts were a marvel, perfectly round with pretty pink nipples stiffened to a peak and ready for attention. But that could wait.
When she reached for the pencil skirt she heard a sharp "No." She flinched and looked to Olivia confused.
"Leave that on. On your hands and knees now." Alex gulped, doing as she was told.
The ADA was a sight to behold, vulnerable, waiting. Her skirt raised over her perfectly round ass concealed barely by red lace. The garter belt framing her flawless porcelain curves. The whole ensemble polished off by the black heels pushing into the duvet. The whole scene provoked every filthy scenario in Olivia's mind she looked downright sinful.
The detective sauntered leisurely toward the blonde, belt in her right hand, her left hand reaching to smooth over the skin on offer to her. Alex mewled at her delicate touch. It always excited her how Olivia could switch so effortlessly between firm and delicate.
"You thought you'd get the jump on me, you should know better." Olivia whispered, hand moving up under the skirt and back down over one ass cheek. "There's consequences Alex." her words were corroberated by the snap of the belt on her other ass cheek. Alex let out a shriek of surprise but moaned as Olivia smoothed over the pink welt with her hand, the pain began a burning sensation.
"Ah-" another crack. "Fuck-" and the third had her dropping her head to the sheet.
"Colour, pretty girl?"
"Green" Alex sighed.