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| ShatterStorm Productions
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Primary Character(s): Alex Cabot & Olivia Benson
Secondary Influences: Continuation from "You Are The New Day," "Ripples," and "Turned On Alex"
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++ Olivia ++
This is just not my day. Between the detectives out here being just god damned sticklers about exactly who gets "credit" for mutual arrests or how they're logged, and the fact that the shipment Anastasia and Dace put me in charge of never showed, it's been shitsville all damned day. I still don't know where that damned shipment disappeared to. I do believe that particular vendor will not be doing business with the House of Hearts again. Of course, I could be entirely wrong, but when even calm and composed Tessa is swearing like a longshoreman, it would seem rather obvious what the outcome is going to be.
Add to this the very fact that I haven't been able to get in touch with Alex all damned day, when all I've wanted was a simple way to make this day seem less heinous than it's already been. Nobody's known where she's been either. All I know is that Dana said she took off in a cab early this morning, not long after I'd left, and hasn't been heard from since. And I know she wasn't doing any sort of consulting work down at PD, and she didn't take any of the cars at her disposal.
When she gets home, I'm going to kill her. And then I'm going to curl up against her in my bed and do my best to relax. Perhaps a sappy chick flick; Alex really likes those, and I certainly like comforting her when she cries. In fact, if it means being close to Alex, I'm all for it. So much has happened for us this past month since she wised up and moved to Las Vegas. We've had our ups and downs, but for the most part, I've never been happier.
It took all of that hell with Dace to finally come to grips with my feelings for one Alexandra Cabot. I'm not sure who was more shocked when I came to that realization: me or Alex, when Dace told her. But boy, when I decided I wanted nothing else, it hurt like hell that Alex seemed to have dropped me like a hot potato.
I was surprised that day when she called my cell and said she was in town. When she chose to actually take a chance on a relationship with me out here in Vegas, I was… Oh hell, stunned is too mild a word, but it's the best I've got. I wanted to make the trip back to New York with her when she returned to give her notice to Liz Donnelly and to get her stuff packed up and shipped out here. But she didn't want me to go with her, said she needed to do it by herself. I respected her wishes, and I worried that she might change her mind and not come back to me.
When she did come back to me? I wanted so badly to just pull her close and never let her go. And that doesn't even include the very erotic dreams I'd wished I could do to and with her. From the look in her eyes that day, she wanted the same thing. Then the damnedest thing happened: I turned completely shy and almost virginal around her. And no, I've got no idea where that came from either.
I mean, we've fooled around a bit: a lot of kisses of all kinds, cuddling on the couch or in bed, sleeping spooned up practically every night, even a few hot make out sessions, but nothing beyond that. Hell, I haven't even seen her completely naked yet. I've seen her in next to nothing on a couple of occasions, and really enjoyed it, but nothing to write home about unfortunately.
The sound of Calamity barking and chasing after a gaily squealing Sara pulls me out of my thoughts with a soft sigh. I push open the door to my bungalow and step inside. It's taken me more than a month to get used to the idea of not having to lock my door tighter than Fort Knox when I'm not home. Casually flicking on the light, I sigh again when I see Alex isn't here. Where the hell can she have gone? Feeling more than a bit depressed that she's not here, I head into the bedroom, stripping off my clothes in preparation for a long hot shower.
"It's about time you got home." That low sensual purr of a voice stops me in my tracks and I reach for the light switch. "Leave the lights off for now, Olivia."
"Um… Alex?" Please, dear God, let this not be some fucked up dream I'm having.
"Were you expecting someone else?"
Deciding discretion is the better part of valor, I shake my head. Only belatedly do I realize that she can't see me doing so. "No," I reply honestly, and then remember what Dana had said. "When the hell did you get home? And where did you go?"
"All in due time, Olivia," she replies in that tone that screams 'don't fuck with me, I'm a lawyer;' the one that has always gotten to me in such a visceral way, even if I couldn't ever admit it before. "For now, continue with what you were doing."
It takes me a moment to realize she's talking about me stripping. "But you can't see--"
"I can see just fine," comes her slightly pissed off reply. "I've been lying here in the dark for quite some time, waiting for you to finally come home, and my eyes have acclimated just fine. Now, strip."
There's something in her voice that I can't really disobey, and so I slip out of the clothes I've been in for far too many hours today. Without thought, I toss each item toward the hamper and hope I make a basket. Only belatedly do I realize that I probably look like a moron when I should be doing some sort of sexy strip tease for Alex. Am I really this hopeless in the games of romance? And then, I'm naked and feeling oddly self-conscious, arms unconsciously shifting to cover my body. I don't even know if Alex is naked or still fully clothed, and I find an odd thrill in both options.
"Head into the bathroom like you were planning. I'll still be here when you come out."
I don't even hesitate to head for the hot shower I'm craving. There's no way in hell that I even want to consider going near Alex feeling like I do. By memory, I head to the bathroom and stop dead in my tracks upon opening the door. There are lit candles on every possible surface and a deep breath confirms they're beeswax. It takes me a moment to realize the tub is full, and another moment to relax against the heat of Alex's body suddenly behind me.
"This is--"
"Shh," she murmurs and slips past me to enter the room. With a smile, Alex turns to face me and beckons me closer with a single crooked finger. I'm helpless to resist her and climb into the tub at her silent command. Stifling a groan of happiness at the heat of the water, I am shifted forward as she slips into the water behind me. "Come on, Liv," she murmurs as she gently tugs me back against her.
And that's when I realize she's just as naked as I am. Oh my… How in the hell did I miss that when she was behind me? Or when she slipped past me? Or when I walked past her to get into the tub in the first place? Have I completely lost it?
Her hands cover my eyes and she nuzzles at my earlobe. "No thinking, Liv, just feel." She doesn't wait for a response, fingers moving to massage their way up through my hair and across my scalp until it's practically tingling.
This time I don't stifle the groan and reach back with one hand to grip lightly at her hip. "Thank you," I whisper, eyes closing against a sudden rash of tears. I can feel her smile against my temple as she presses a gentle kiss there.
Alex is tender and thorough in washing away the crap of my day, replacing it with a happy sense of need thrumming though my body. Every time I try to turn around to repay the favor, she gently but firmly denies me. I want to purr at the sublime joy of feeling her lips peppering little kisses all along my shoulders and neck; her hands move almost possessively along my body, as if marking me indelibly for all to see that I am hers. And I've no desire to tell her otherwise.
The heady combination of candlelight, beeswax, and Alex soon has me floating in a happily conflicting haze of lethargy and arousal. As if she had Dace's Sentinel senses, Alex changes her attentions. Her light, teasing massage begins to get heavier, centering on my hypersensitive breasts and thighs. Dear God, please don't let this end! I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck to her questing lips, and inhale on a shuddering breath when she sucks roughly against the vein throbbing in my neck.
"Alex, please," I whimper, only dimly hearing the hiss of a candle sputtering out from the water I've sloshed out of the tub.
"Please what, Olivia?" Her voice is like rich velvet soaked in the thickest and sweetest honey. One hand glides in lazy circles down my stomach toward my pussy, which is now throbbing in time with the vein in my neck. I can't speak, I can't get my mouth to work, or call up the words to even say to her. I can only whine, all of my pent up emotions for this woman arrowing like liquid fire to anywhere her hands touch before spiraling straight into my clit.
With what appears to be all the time in the world, her hand finally reaches its destination, and she runs her fingers lightly through the thatch of pubes, curling them around the tips of her fingers. Just when I think she's going to kill me with her teasing, she slips her hand down to cup the whole of my pussy, fingertips fluttering against my lower lips. As she slips a single slender finger inside and swirls it slowly, I gasp and bite down on my lower lip hard enough to practically break skin. My hips begin to rock to the same rhythm, bucking slightly as she adds two more fingers, the heel of her hand pressing against my clit. Her other hand glides up to cup my breast, her thumb and middle finger rolling and pinching my nipple. And she's started sucking my soul out through that same spot on my neck again.
The combined sensations bring my orgasm very quickly to the forefront and I'm suddenly crying out her name, practically levitating up out of the tub. I can feel the muscles in my pussy clenching tightly, rhythmically around her fingers, and I want to keep her there forever. I imagine that odd wailing sound I'm hearing must be my own voice calling out my pleasure.
A sharp twist to my nipple brings me back to the present some time later. The water is still warm, and Alex's body is hot and soft behind me, cradling me close. It must not have been a very long time if everything still feels that close to what it was before. Her tongue is lightly tracing the curves of my ear, her hands gently stroking and soothing.
"Alex?" I wince at the hoarseness of my voice and swallow thickly.
"Welcome back, Liv," she murmurs with a distinct note of amusement and pride in her tone. "Feeling better?"
I shift my upper body enough to face her profile and reach up to pull her head to mine in an intense kiss, pouring all of my desire and love into it. Alex returns my kiss willingly, almost growling under her breath, and the sound is one of the sexiest things I've ever heard in my entire life. Alex is the first one to pull away from the kiss, staring at me with lust in those eyes darkened with desire, and she licks daintily across kiss-swollen lips. Just watching her makes me want her even more, and I lean in to nip at her lower lip before delving in for another kiss.
"The water's getting cold," she whispers when this second kiss ends. "And I feel like I'm wrinkling…"
"You look incredible," I reply instantly, but carefully stand and pull her up against my body. A few moments are lost to another kiss, and I can't help letting my hands roam the length of her back. When she shivers, I guide her out of the tub and grab for a towel to dry us both off. We blot off just enough water to stop the shivering, amidst kisses and nuzzles. "Are there more candles in the bedroom?" I ask huskily.
Alex shakes her head. "I didn't want to give away the surprise too soon," she admits softly, suddenly looking just as shy as I've been feeling for the past month.
With a smile, I cup her cheek and press a light kiss to her lips. "Can we move these into the bedroom? I kind of like the idea of making love to you by candlelight." She flushes hotly but nods eagerly and begins to transport the heavenly smelling pillars into the bedroom. I hang the towel up and start to drain the tub. Grabbing at a candle to move, I catch my reflection in the mirror. Jeezus, it looks like I got hit by a baseball in the neck. I'm surprised I didn't lose my ear to that suction mark. And then, I flush just as hotly as Alex did as I realize Dace is going to give me all sorts of hell for this. I think it's time for my sweet lover to experience a little payback.
