As Olivia exited the precinct and hit the pavement she suddenly wished she had changed into a pair of more sensible shoes.  She sighed and reached into her coat pocket to pull out her phone.  She hit the number three and the pound sign and let her speed dial do the rest.  After half a ring a familiar husky voice answered.

“Olivia? Is that you?”  There was hesitance in Alex’s voice even though she could clearly read caller id.

Once upon a time an old dead white man said something about love being blind.  While true, he also forgot to add that love is sometimes, late, deaf, dumb, stubborn, pig headed and otherwise unruly.  Elliot Stabler looked across at his partner and scratched at his canine with toothpick.   It had been a while since Elliot had picked up a school book, so he had forgotten who the old dead white guy was, but as he looked at his partner – her chin resting in her hand, her brown eyes roaming over a file—he was pretty sure Olivia Benson was all of those things.

He leaned back in his chair and folded the one arm across his chest while he kept picking at his tooth.  He had no desire to unearth plaque, but it kept him busy while watched his partner. She ran short nails through equally short hair sending spikes of hair in every direction.  She furrowed her brow and sighed.  Finally, she arched a slim eyebrow and lifted her eyes to meet curious blue. 

“Is there something on my face, El?  Or am I growing a horn or my forehead, cause you’ve been staring at me for about five minutes.”

Elliot shrugged and leaned forward as he pulled himself to his desk via his desk chair and tossed the toothpick in the trash.  “Just lost in thought.  I guess your face was in the way.”  He smirked.

Olivia rolled brown eyes and pushed back from her desk.  “Now, Elliot I thought we talked about this,” she began with a gravely serious expression on her face.  “I’m not singing the happy birthday to you dressed up as Marilyn Monroe.  It’s not happening.”  She winked and headed for the coffee machine.

“Ha, ha!” He wadded a blank sheet of paper and threw it in her direction. 

Reflexively, Olivia swatted at the paper ball and deflected it right into the face of ADA Alexandra Cabot. The startled counselor let out a faint yelp and Olivia’s eyes grew huge as her face turned red.  Elliot suddenly found the space under his desk very interesting.

“Oh, Christ! Alex, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”  Olivia was near frantic as she put her coffee down and practically ran over to slender counselor.

For her part, Alex managed to look unphased as she straightened out her crooked glasses.  She bit down on her lip to keep from smiling at the dark-haired detective who looked as if the sky was falling in. “It’s okay, I promise.”  She let a thin smile come to her lips. 

“Alex, I apologize really.”  She bent down and scooped up the paper.  “It was stupid, so stupid.  We, uh, I mean, Elliot is an ass.” She punctuated her words by hurling the wad of paper at the man conspicuously crouched behind his desk.  She chuckled.  “It won’t happen again.”  She took a deep breath and smiled sheepishly.

“Olivia,” she reached out and touched the detective’s wrist.  “I’m perfectly fine.” An involuntary shiver ran up the ADA’s spine at the contact and for a brief second she thought the detective could see right through her. 

Simultaneously, both women found the floor more interesting.  Olivia put her hands in the back pockets of her dark slacks, lest Alex would see her hands trembling.  “So, what can we do for you today?”

Alex met brown eyes and got lost in the warm swirl of brown.  Her brain literally shut off as she lost her words.  “What you can do for me detective is shut up and kiss me. Or at least stop wearing these tight sweaters!  You’re killing me!”

“Alex?”  Olivia waved her hand in front of the blonde’s face.  “You okay?”

Alex snapped out of her thoughts with a jolt.  “Oh wow, forgive me. My day has been hectic.”  She managed a smile.  She quickly held up the file she had been holding in her left hand.  “I need you to go over your testimony for the Simmons case.”

“Again?” Olivia sighed.  “I thought we were done with this.”  She grumbled.

“New lawyer.  He’s making a fuss and well, I want to put you- this to bed a.s.a.p.” She covered up her word stumble so fast that she hoped the detective hadn’t noticed.  “Thursday afternoon sound good? Great.” She didn’t wait for the detective to answer as she kept talking and handed the file over.  “Good luck tonight.”  And just like that, the ADA turned on her heels and disappeared down the hallway.

Olivia stood completely still for a long three seconds as her brain registered all the words the woman had said.  Mostly, she remembered that she was going to have to meet with the counselor in her office tomorrow afternoon to prep for a case.  That meant that for at least an hour she was going to have to suffer the delicious torture of being incredibly close the woman who had been the star of her nearly nightly fantasies. Olivia gulped.  “I’m in trouble.”  She whispered the words.

“With a capital T, partner!” Elliot who had sidled up to his partner as she stared off into space whispered the statement into her ear and then chucked her hard on the shoulder before walking off. 

Olivia just gave him the evil eye and rubbed her shoulder as Elliot practically skipped off to the bathroom.

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Ch 2

Captain Cragen and Elliot entered the waiting room for interrogation room one and found the ADA there finishing a phone call.

“I need those files five hours ago.  I expect them there when I return.” She snapped her phone shut and let out an exasperated sigh.  

“Terry’s our boy I’m telling you.”  Elliot started as he scratched at his neck.  Even though he had removed his bowtie he imagined that the starchy material was still bothering him.  He looked promisingly at the bespectacled counselor.  “They were his cameras, his credit cards.  That’s gotta be enough.”

Alex opened her mouth to ask a question only to find that her voice had failed her. In fact, any semblance of a coherent thought was torn from her head as Detective Olivia Benson entered the interrogation room in a form fitting sleeveless black dress. If Alex had not already been leaning back against the shelf, she would have collapsed.  As it was, she folded her arms across her chest in a desperate attempt to look nonchalant and also cover up the fact that she could feel her nipples harden in response to the brunette.

“So we can make a case out of this right?” Olivia made eye contact with Alex as she closed the door behind her.  She took in the sight of the lawyer in her charcoal skirt suit and red satin shirt and caught her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from licking her lips.  She walked over to the two-way mirror where Alex stood and immediately realized it was a bad idea since she was now close enough to smell the woman’s light perfume.

Alex took a breath and remembered why she was standing in the room in first place.  She glanced behind her and looked at the wiry and frantic looking young man sitting at the table awaiting his unknown fate.  She gathered herself and spoke.  “Honestly, we don’t have a lot to go with here.”  Blue eyes were contrite as she met Olivia’s disappointed brown.

“What else do we need?” Olivia nearly whined.  She turned to the side and faced Alex who was now bracing herself against the shelf with her hands.  “We can’t just let him walk.”

Alex hated upsetting the detective. Well, that was mostly true.  Sometimes she loved upsetting the detective.  In fact, as of late she had nearly invented excuses to argue with the fiery brunette just to see her nostrils flare and her eyes flash with heat.  At the present moment she was having a hard time focusing on the case at hand as she glimpsed the low cut dress that exposed the olive toned skin of Olivia’s back.  Olivia was far too close her, but she was trapped in a little room with no windows and a door that was between Cragen and Elliot. 

“Best I can do is a misdemeanor charge.”  She looked away from Olivia and towards Elliot.

“So, cameras everywhere count for nothing?” Elliot asked in disbelief.

“Alex, he violated her.  There has to be some expectation of privacy.”  Olivia very nearly touched the lawyer’s hand that was very near her own on the shelf.  She recognized the action and turned forward, facing the door.  As much as this case was bothering her she knew she needed to get out of this little room fast. 

Alex let out a small sigh.  Olivia was right, but the law just wasn’t on her side.  “It’s the best we can do until the law catches up with the technology.”  She tried to make eye contact with Olivia, but the detective was taking a second to sulk.

The room was silent for a moment as they all understood the truth of the ADA’s words.  For now, it just wasn’t enough. 

Olivia squeezed the base of her neck to ease the tension that was gathering there and in her shoulders. She knew Alex was right and there was only so much they could do.  She looked over at the woman next to her and made eye contact.  She knew she was being pouty, but she couldn’t very well say she was sorry in front of Cragen and Elliot, so she did the best she could with her eyes.  The faint smile that subtly pulled at the edges of Alex’s mouth was a good enough acceptance.  It also sent a small shiver up her spine.  Olivia looked away quickly, fearful that her apologetic look would melt into the lustful gaze that was obviously connected to her quickened heartbeat and the throbbing between her legs.  She really had to get out of the room.

Cragen started to say something and Olivia just glanced down at the floor to keep her mind on track.  It was possible that Cragen was giving them a pep talk or he could have been promising Olivia a raise and three weeks paid vacation – she didn’t really notice.  Instead, brown eyes found themselves traveling up the smooth flesh of Alex’s legs.  Slender ankles, taut calves, and just the hint of her thigh as the dark skirt obstructed the rest of her view. 

On the other side of the room Elliot kept one eye on his partner and the other on Cragen.  Elliot chuckled to himself as he watched his partner make a terrible attempt at ogling the ADA without actually ogling her.  And if he was honest, he saw clearly that Alex wasn’t doing any better herself.  The woman was gripping the shelf so tightly that her knuckles were starting to turn white.  “If we don’t get out of here soon,” he thought to himself, “there’s going to be one helluva’ show.” 

The sound of the door opening saved them all as Cragen finished his musings and headed out the door. “After you ladies.” Elliot grinned and waited for both women to move.

Alex managed to relax her grip on the shelf and move first. She headed out of the door and Elliot hung back when he saw the Olivia hadn’t moved. “You want me to just bring a pillow in here for you?”  He was trying to contain his amusement.

Olivia rolled her eyes.  “Bite me, El.”  She nearly growled the words.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. “No need to get chippy.  Just thought I’d offer the suggestion.

“Yeah right.”  She finally moved forward and met him as he half held the door open.  “You can stop blocking the door now.”

“I’m not blocking.  Do I look like I’m blocking anybody?” He let go of the door.  “Feel free. Be my guest. Do it.” He emphasized the last two words by raising his eyebrows suggestively.

She got his none too subtle hint and just groaned. “I get it ass face. Can we drop it?”

“You mean drop it like Alex’s jaw when you walked in here.” He laughed.  Brown eyes grew wide as a slight blush seeped into her cheeks.  She punched his shoulder.  “And you! Christ, for a minute there I thought you were just going to throw her up against the wall there, Cragen and I be damned!”

For a brief second Olivia allowed herself to enjoy the salacious image of pinning the fair haired lawyer against the concrete wall and running her hands down the red satin shirt before peeling it off the counselor and then…

“Liv!”  Elliot snapped his fingers breaking the woman from her daydream.  “I swear to all that is holy, if you don’t go after that woman I may disown you.”

“Disown?”  Her shoulders slumped.  “You say it like it’s easy.  I mean what if –

Elliot groaned, made sure the door was closed completely and then practically cornered his partner.  “What if?” He was trying not to raise his voice, but his frustration was evident. “What if?  No what ifs, you got it.  There is only what is.” They shared a look of confusion at his choice of syntax.  “You know what I mean.” He smiled to release the tension.  “Look, Liv I love you and you are my family. But I will shoot you in the elbow if you don’t make a move on that woman.”

Olivia tried to look incredulous and surprised, but they both knew it was of no use.  When it came to the icy blue eyed lawyer Olivia was as transparent as a piece of cellophane on glass. She blew out a breath.  “Sonofabitch!” she blurted out quickly. “What if, “ she began and then quickly stopped when Elliot put his hands on his hips.  “What I meant was what are the chances of her rejecting me?”

“Ha.” He smiled. “If she rejects you I will just hand over the twins’ college fund to Fin.  Have you been paying attention?  Because obviously you are asleep at the wheel.  When she’s not eye-fucking you she’s arguing with you and when she’s not doing that she’s damn near drooling over you.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers as if he was staving off an impending headache. “All I’m saying is that even if she slaps you in the face and tells you “no” then at least you will have an answer.  However, I’m pretty freaking confident that when it comes to you, “no” will be the last thing you hear.”

Olivia couldn’t fight the smirk that came to her lips.  “I do make her nervous don’t I.”

Elliot threw up his hands in triumph as he saw a look of confidence flash through brown eyes.  “Halle-fucking-luiah! That’s what I’m talking about.” He watched Olivia stand up a little straighter and smooth out her dress.  She did look quite good in that dress.  Even he did a double take earlier in the evening.  He could tell by the sparkle in her eye and the sway in her hips that she was feeling confident.  She was all attitude and swagger and he couldn’t have been happier. “Go get her tiger.” He slapped her playfully on the ass as she walked out of the door.  She raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry. Got carried away.”  Olivia just shook her head as she picked up her keys and phone and headed for the exit. 

When the evening rush hour had threatened to keep them confined in the car the women agreed without the aid the words to hop out and just briskly walk the five blocks to Olivia’s apartment.  Alex was worried that all of the sexual tension they had built up would find away to dissipated in the crisp city air, but as she watched Olivia’s hands tremble attempting to unlock the door she knew it had only grown.

Alex covered Olivia’s hand with her on, steadying her nerves and silently reminding her that she just needed to breathe.  Together they turned the lock and entered the apartment which was backlit by the city lights streaming through the open curtains.  No sooner had Olivia closed the door and tossed her keys in the direction of the coffee table, did she feel herself moving backwards.  She had forgotten the strength of the lithe counselor when she was determined to get what she wanted.  The breath nearly left Olivia’s body as her back hit the door.  Alex overwhelmed her with her ferocity and her speed as she pinned her arms up above her head and claimed her mouth.

Olivia happily melted into the feel of the younger woman practically enveloping her body with her mouth and her hands.  Olivia allowed herself to be trapped against the door as Alex deliciously tortured her mouth and neck with her tongue.  The feel of a taut thigh between her legs elicited a deep moan from the detective. 

Alex broke contact with her lips to grin impishly.  She was flaunting her control and she wanted the writhing detective to know it.  “Still think I can’t take you detective?”  She was baiting the detective hard.  She felt Olivia’s body coil tightly and then she awaited the release. 

Olivia didn’t disappoint. Brown eyes flashed dark with need and challenge.  She wasn’t going to let Alex run this show, not now anyway.  In one fluid motion, Olivia broke the limp grasp of the younger woman spun around behind her and pinned her to the door like a common perp.  She forced Alex’s arms above her head and pressed against her body so that she had to deal with both the cool door and the raging heat at her back.  Olivia slid a strong thigh between Alex’s legs as she simultaneously grasped the ends of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist.  Olivia bit her lip to keep from gasping at the sight of the tantalizingly round and creamy bare skin.   

Olivia ground her pelvis into Alex’s exposed flesh and reached around and felt the silky material of the thong covering her eventual goal.  Olivia pulled Alex’s arms away from the door and spun the woman around.  She unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Olivia shamelessly licked her lips as she planted a surprisingly soft kiss onto Alex’s lips and then curled her fingers into the soft silk of her shirt that still remained on.  “You fond of this shirt?” Olivia asked in a voice gone husky with impending release. 

Alex barely had the words but managed to shake her head no.  She was rewarded with the snap and pop of buttons as they came away from her newly open shirt and fell about the floor like errant popcorn kernels.  Olivia didn’t even try to stifle the appreciative and wanton moan that fell from her lips at the sight of the black lace cups of Alex’s bra and the smooth expanse of her stomach.  Olivia slid the shirt from the woman’s shoulders but did not pull it completely off, effectively trapping long arms behind her back.  Olivia eased out of her leather jacket and pulled her sweater over her head before taking a quick moment to admire her handiwork. 

With wild blue eyes, lips parted in anticipation, tousled blonde hair, a black thong and lace bra the counselor made for quite a modernist interpretation of Venus Di Milo.  Alex kept her eyes fixed on the detective and saw the pleasure she was deriving from her current position.  Alex ran a pink tongue along already moist lips and then caught her bottom lip between her teeth and let out a scintillating moan.  The tease had its desired effect, as the detective pinned the still moaning woman to the door with her body and tangled her hands into her hair as she hungrily kissed her. 

Olivia was done with the teasing as she freed Alex’s arms and next freed her breasts from the delicate lace.  Alex quickly wrapped her arms around Olivia’s neck and held on as she rode the taut thigh between her legs.  Alex let her head fall back as she gasped for air and felt her body tense up near release.  Olivia felt the change in her body and eased back.  Both took the moment to catch their breaths.  Olivia stepped back and held out her hand gesturing for Alex to come with her. This time it was Alex who reached out with trembling fingers only to have them entwined with the warm strong fingers of Olivia.  Olivia pulled the woman to her and softly kissed her.  Tenderly, she placed fleeting kisses on her eyelids, her nose, and once more on her lips.  Alex closed her eyes as if she was praying.  She opened them once more to find the rich brown eyes of Olivia waiting for her.  What she found there made her knees give a bit and it was only Olivia’s firm grip that kept her upright as they made their way to the dimly lit bedroom. 

Alex, nearly divested of her clothes, save for one small piece of material, lay on her back in the soft cotton sheets of Olivia’s bed, arms stretched toward the wrought iron of the headboard. Olivia removed the last of her own clothing and crawled up the lissome woman’s body. The contact of flesh on flesh sent their synapses reeling.  Olivia knew that later, much later, and probably after many hours of release, that she was going to cry.  Olivia kissed her way down Alex’s body and stopped at a luscious and kissable curve that was created by the juncture of her hip and thigh. She curled two fingers into the thin, just-begging-to-be-broken straps of her thong and made eye contact. Olivia took her moan for acquiescing and ripped the material with a quick flick of her wrist.  She tossed the material away and breathed in the sweet sticky essence that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up in delight. 

Alex could barely watch as the moment she had wished for, prayed for, dreamed for, and wished for again, became reality.  She felt her leg being lifted over a strong shoulder and then felt rather than saw Olivia’s tongue fill her.  She let go of near howling sound as Olivia’s tongue circled her clit and then enveloped it in warm heat.  She buried her hands Olivia’s hair and cried out, “Please, god, please.”

Olivia knew what she wanted, but she needed to worship this woman with her mouth first before she used her hands.  She could feel the muscles in Alex’s thighs seize up as small tremors ripped through her body.  Olivia left the warm and constricting comfort between the counselor’s thighs and kissed, licked, and sucked her way back to Alex’s waiting mouth. 

Alex’s body shook with spasms once more as she tasted herself on Olivia’s tongue.  She tugged the hair she had gathered in her hand making Olivia pull back and meet her eyes.  There was still hurt in those brown eyes, but there was also that something that she had denied in the beginning, lived for in the middle, and came undone by in the end:  undeniable love.  Now, was not the time to say it, eventually they would get there, but for now they needed to claw at one another and exhaust themselves.

Olivia snaked out her tongue and licked Alex’s bottom lip which trembled like the rest of her body.   She kissed her way down Alex’s throat and pulled hard at the flesh on her collar bone, surely marking the alabaster skin.

Alex arched her body up as Olivia’s hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once.  Her brain was on overload as she moaned into the deep kisses the detective lavished on her mouth and neck, while at the same time strong fingers began to burn a trail down her stomach and towards her thighs.

Olivia claimed the counselor’s mouth roughly eliciting a deep moan from Alex. Alex’s hips rose as she desperately sought out more contact. Olivia wasted no more time in teasing the woman as she sucked hard on Alex’s collar bone and immediately plunged two fingers into Alex’s warm wetness.

The dual sensations of pain at her neck and the delicious fullness of Olivia inside her nearly made her explode. Olivia moved her lips from Alex’s neck and found a hardened nipple to tease with her tongue.  Again, Alex could only writhe in pleasure at the sensations moving through her body.  Alex wound her fingers in dark brown hair and forced Olivia’s lips away from her nipples and to her waiting mouth.

Olivia did not hold back her own moan as she eased in and out of Alex.  She could tell Alex was nearing release as her breathing turned to near gasps.  Instead of kissing the woman Olivia found herself staring into darkened blue eyes as she curled her fingers and quickened her pace.  Alex clutched at Olivia’s back and shoulders, no doubt leaving welts and cried out as Olivia filled her over and over. 

“Christ…fuck…Liv…god…I’m going…oh fuck…” She panted out the words between breaths as her body begin to shake with release.  Alex held Olivia’s gaze as long as she could and even though she couldn’t say the words “I love you” it was evident as Olivia’s name burst from her lips as her building orgasm ripped through her body. 

As Alex convulsed and clutched at Olivia’s shoulders she could feel the detective’s body go rigid as she attempted to hold off her own release.  “It’s okay,” Alex whispered into her ear. “Let go.”  Olivia was overwhelmed with the sight, sound, taste, and feel of the woman beneath her.  Her body tensed with inevitable release as she felt Alex’s thigh rub against her throbbing center.  “Please, Liv,” she breathed out.  “Come for me.”  At the counselor’s whispered request, Olivia let go and surrendered all that she had to Alex.  Together they rode out the multiple waves of each other’s release until they found themselves nearly too exhausted to breathe.

Olivia’s body seemed to go limp as she buried her face in Alex’s neck and focused on breathing.  She reluctantly removed her fingers that were still resting comfortably inside the woman but did not attempt to extricate herself from between her thighs.  Alex’s arms remained wrapped around Olivia as she held the woman to her.  Together they trembled not from the temperature but from t\he enormity of what was once more happening between them. 

Olivia would deny it in open court if asked, but it was her warm salty tears that spilled first, there in the crook of Alex’s neck.  This time her body shook with a different kind of release, but it was near orgasmic just the same.  The want, the anger, the sorrow, and the need that she had held onto for the past four years came rushing forth like an overflowing riverbank.  Alex just held on for dear life as her own tears began to fall.  Alex planted soft kisses on Olivia’s cheek and ear as she whispered “forgive me” over and over until it was a near prayer.

Long moments passed before Olivia’s breathing returned to normal and the tears slowed.  On weak limbs she managed to lift up and roll onto her back. Olivia looked up at the darkened ceiling and blinked away the last of her tears. She stretched out her hand, which Alex took and held to her body.  Olivia blew out a shaky breath as a smile pulled at her lips. 

“Something funny?”  Alex asked quietly she watched the woman at her side.

Olivia turned her head and met bright blue eyes.  “I was just thinking about what you said.”  Her voice cracked a bit as it came back to her.

“And what was that?” Alex’s voice had regained the sweet husk that she knew delighted the detective. 

“You said, ‘you’d own me’.” Olivia smirked.

Alex let out a chuckle as she rolled onto her side.  With her free hand she touched her fingers to Olivia’s skin and traced her brow and caressed her cheek.  “Indeed I did detective.”  She leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on her lips.  “Don’t worry; your secret is safe with me.”

This time Olivia laughed out loud.  “You do know the night is still young, so I wouldn’t go patting yourself on the back just yet, counselor.”  She grinned rakishly.

Alex batted long eyelashes coyly.  “Is that a threat, detective?  A promise maybe?  Or just wishful thinking?”

Olivia chuckled.  “Is it possible that you’ve gotten cockier in four years?”

Alex shook her head and smiled. “Not cockier, just been away for too long.”  She met Olivia’s warm brown eyes and wanted to melt.  “Liv, I –“ she began the words, but a finger to her lips stopped her.

“You don’t have to say it.”  Olivia meant what she said.

Alex leaned down and kissed Olivia until their lungs begged for release.  “But I want to.” She took a breath.  “I need to. I need you to know.”

“And you think I don’t know.”  She reached up and ran her fingers lightly across her cheek.  “I see it in your eyes,” she began.  “And I feel it here,” she wiggled the fingers that were still held against Alex’s chest.  “I won’t lie to you and say that all is magically well or that I’m not still nervous that you’re going to walk out that door again.”

“Liv I –  Alex started, desperate to explain.

“Let me finish.”  She smiled to ease the growing tension.  “I can’t begin to explain what the last four years have been like and honestly, I don’t know if I want to crawl back into that hole just to even take a survey.  All I can tell you is that what I feel right now, with you here next to me, with your smell on me, with the taste of you still in my mouth – I don’t want to lose that.  I can’t do that again.” She closed her eyes tightly to force back the tears stinging the edges of her eyes.  She sighed and ran a hand through her hair before catching Alex’s tear filled eyes.  “So, what I’m saying is let’s move forward. I’m not saying that there aren’t things I want to know and questions you want to ask, but if I’m being honest then I need to be clear:  I’m done with just surviving the days.  I want you. I need you. And the rest of it’s just…” She trailed off and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what the hell it is, but I don’t really care at this exact moment.  My brain is way off line and all I can understand is how fucking good this feels.”  She smiled as Alex blushed.  “Does that make me a terrible person?”

Alex smiled till her cheeks hurt before rolling on top of Olivia, cradling the woman’s face in her hands and kissing her.  “Of course you’re not a terrible person,” she finally answered after a few lingering kisses.  “As far as I’m concerned Olivia Benson, you are a goddamn saint.” She laughed and kissed her again. 

“A saint? That good?”  Olivia teased. “I don’t know if I’m a saint, but I know I’m not stupid either.” She laced her fingers through blonde hair.  “And well, I’d have to be all kinds of stupid to give this up on account pride or some such thing.”  She grinned and then pulled Alex to her for a long deep kiss.  When the women finally pulled apart Alex gasped for breath. “You’re not going to pass out on me or something counselor?” Olivia joked.

Alex arched a slim eyebrow.  “I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.” She grabbed Olivia’s wrists and pinned her arms to the bed as she straddled her.

Olivia let out a low hiss as her stomach tightened with arousal.  She licked her lips and looked into cool blue eyes filled with desire. “Like I said counselor, the night’s still young.”  Olivia bucked her hips making the woman on top of her let out a moan.  Olivia gave Alex a cocksure grin that made the woman blush to her toes.  Chocolate brown eyes held blue as Alex leaned forward and covered Olivia’s body with her own; the contact made them both shudder.  “And you know what,” Olivia gently nipped at Alex’s lower lip.  “I’m not done with you either.” 

They shared a smile and then a kiss that began softly but quickened in pace and fervor in the space of a breath.  As they devoured and savored one another for what would not be the last time, the ghosts and the demons that had burdened them both for so long were banished to the dark.  What lay ahead of them now was possibility.

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Epilogue:

Olivia’s phone rang for the first time sometime around midnight and did not stop till she tossed it out of the bedroom door. Had she answered she might have been prepared for the loud pounding on her apartment door at 7:30 in the morning.  Normally, it wouldn’t have mattered, but three hours of sleep would make anybody cranky.

With a groan Alex lifted her head and stared at the woman next to her.  “Is there construction?”

Since Olivia had stuck her head under a pillow the only thing that moved was the pillow. “Son of a bitch!” The pillow was launched into the air as Olivia sat up.  She pulled her gun from its holster on the night stand. “If that’s Elliot I’m going to shoot him in the kneecaps.”

Alex couldn’t stifle her laugh as the stark naked brunette stood up.  She made quite the picture with her gun and her haphazardly styled hair.  “Don’t you think you might give him a heart attack?”  She asked through a giggle. 

“Well, at least I’ll save a bullet.”   The knocking stopped. “Thank God!”

“Liv you in there? Benson, you better be dead drunk or I might have to tan your hide.”  Abbie Carmichael’s distinct voice sang out.

Olivia cringed and Alex pulled the covers up over her head.  Both women groaned out a “fuck” simultaneously.  Olivia holstered her gun and hopped back in the bed where she quickly joined Alex under the covers.  “If we’re quiet she might leave.” Olivia said with hope.

“Riiight. Abbie’s just going to leave.” Alex smirked.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

Alex suddenly found the pattern in the sheets interesting.  Olivia caught the look and arched an eyebrow.  “Alex, something you want to say?”  The look of chagrin on the woman’s face said it all. Olivia just shook her head to keep from laughing.  They both heard a key hit the lock and they let out sighs.  “So much for sleeping in,” Olivia grumbled before stealing a quick kiss.  “Ready to face the world, counselor?”

Alex rolled her eyes and smiled.  “The world, yes.  Abbie? No way.”

They both laughed right before they heard the front door open and Abbie’s voice fill the room.
“What in the hell!? Sweet Jesus! I think she went and killed her.”

THE END