Fic: Rendezvous (L&O: SVU : Alex/Olivia)
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thegirl20TITLE: Rendezvous
AUTHOR: Angie
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free to take this, just let me know where it's gone.
FANDOM: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
PAIRING: Alex/Olivia
SUMMARY: Friday arrives.
RATING: R (for language)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WORD COUNT: 2,491
NOTES: Set after my previous fic: Loitering with intent
Olivia checked the clock. Again. It was seven twenty-five on Friday and Alex would be arriving to pick her up in thirty-five minutes. And she was in a blind panic. There were clothes strewn all over her bedroom. She had seen tidier murder scenes. And she couldn’t find a single outfit that would be suitable for a date. Before she started to hyper-ventilate, she decided she needed to make a phone-call.
On the third ring the phone was picked up.
“Stabler residence.”
“Elliot, I’m cancelling. I can’t go.”
“Shit, Liv! You can’t cancel now, it’s a half hour before the date starts!” Eliott yelled, before the rational part of his brain told him that Olivia was probably just panicking over nothing. “Why are you cancelling, anyway?”
“I have nothing to wear,” she practically shrieked into the phone.
“You sound like such a girl!” he teased.
“I am a girl, jerk, a girl with nothing to wear and the hottest woman on the planet is arriving to take me on a date in half an hour and I can’t go naked, so I’m cancelling.” she finished petulantly, sitting down hard on her bed for emphasis.
“Liv, you have a ton of clothes, pick something and put it on. Alex has seen you in your work gear, I’m sure she…can you hang on a sec?”
“No I can’t, are you not getting the urgency of the situation? Elliot?”
But he wasn’t there. Olivia heard muffled talking on the other end of the phone, Elliot had his hand over the receiver. Olivia’s bare foot was tapping nervously on the rug. Her eyes flicked to the clock again. Seven thirty-five. The foot started tapping faster.
“Liv, Kathy wants to talk to you.”
Elliot sounded like he’d just been yelled at. There were fumbling noises as he handed the phone to his wife and Olivia resisted the urge to scream in frustration.
“Olivia, hey, it’s Kathy.”
“Kathy, I’m cancelling.”
“No, you’re not. Now, where are you going on your date?”
“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I have no idea.”
“Can’t you call and ask her?”
“Well…that might’ve been an idea a couple of days ago, but if I call now it’ll look like I’m running around at the last minute panicking about what to wear.”
“When obviously that isn’t the case,” Kathy stated, dryly.
“Not helping!”
“Right, do you have your make-up on?”
“Yes.”
“Have you done your hair?”
Olivia reached a hand up to touch her short locks, to make sure they were still under some kind of control.
“Yes.”
“OK, then here’s what you do. You put on your robe and your underwear and pick out two outfits; one casual, one dressy. When she comes to the door, you tell her you were running late, check out what she’s wearing, go to your room and put on the most appropriate of the two outfits.”
Olivia thought about that for a few seconds.
“That kinda makes sense.”
“I have been known to makes sense occasionally.”
Olivia was standing up, moving around and picking up possible outfits.
“One day, when I have far more time than I do now, you’ll tell me how a woman who’s been married for 16 years knows how to get ready for a date.”
“My single friends have become a whole lot more talkative since ‘Sex and the City’ started. They tell me things. I pretend like I made them up to impress you.”
“Well, colour me impressed and I’m sorry but I’ll have to go. Tell your husband he’s useless.”
“I will. Oh, and I hope you know that he’s going to be thinking about you all night, he keeps getting this faraway look on his face. Apparently your Alex is quite a looker.”
“She is. That thing you just said about Elliot disturbs me a whole lot but I don’t have time for that right now so bye.”
“Bye Liv, good luck!”
Olivia hung up the phone and took a deep, shaky breath. Yep, she was going to need plenty of luck if she was to make it through the evening unscathed.
*****
Olivia’s buzzer went at 8pm exactly. She rolled her eyes, Alex would be the punctual type. She pressed the intercom.
“Hey.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
Alex’s voice sounded even lower, huskier than normal over the old speaker system. Olivia closed her eyes and found her body reacting to the unique timbre, as it always did.
“Olivia? Are you going to let me in?”
Her eyes shot open. She didn’t miss the hint of amusement in Alex’s voice this time and wondered if the ADA knew the effect she had on her. Probably. Especially after the other day at the station house. Olivia cringed slightly before replying.
“Sorry, yeah, come on up.”
She buzzed Alex in and checked her appearance in the mirror. She looked OK. Not outwardly like a complete basket-case. Which was definitely a bonus. Three sharp raps on her door made her jump, OK so maybe a tiny amount of basket-case was showing through. She reached out and unlocked the door, taking a final deep breath before opening it and offering what she hoped was a casual smile.
“Hey.”
She was a bit disconcerted when Alex didn’t reply. In fact, Alex wasn’t even looking at her. Well, not her face anyway. The ADA’s gaze was drawn downwards, her mouth hanging slightly open. She looked, well, stupefied was the only word that Olivia could come up with.
A slight breeze across her front made Olivia shiver. Her stomach dropped to her feet. The breeze had touched skin. She looked down and her worst fears were confirmed. When she had opened the door, her robe had somehow got caught on the lock and was completely open, revealing her scarlet underwear set to the world. Or, at least, to Alex.
“Jesus Christ!”
She abruptly turned around, pulling the robe closed around her, feeling her face flame with embarrassment. She heard Alex enter the apartment and close the door behind her. Olivia knew she had to turn back to face her at some point, but she wondered if she could delay it for…oh, a couple of hours or so?
“Well, Detective, you certainly believe in laying your cards on the table.”
Olivia grimaced. She was going to kill Kathy for suggesting this. Sighing deeply, and holding the robe tightly, she turned around.
“Well, now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, can I interest you in a glass of wine?”
Alex’s eyes seemed darker than usual, now that she was finally looking into them.
“You didn’t embarrass yourself…I mean, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed of…nothing at…”
Alex’s sentence trailed off as her eyes swept over Olivia’s body. Olivia noted that the usually unflappable lawyer was a little off-kilter, clearly affected by the event. Just like she had been when Olivia kissed her. She allowed herself a little smile as Alex realised what she was doing and snapped her focus back to Olivia’s face. She appeared to be trying to collect herself. She smiled tightly at Olivia.
“I thought for a moment that you were going with message three.”
Olivia smirked. Two could play at that game.
“Well, you know, I would, but your desk is all the way across town.”
Alex stepped closer to Olivia, her heels and Olivia’s bare feet giving her a distinct height advantage. She leaned in very close, her nose almost brushing Olivia’s. Olivia was frozen to the spot, mesmerized by the stormy grey of Alex’s eyes.
“We don’t need a desk, Detective.”
Then Alex’s lips were on hers in a heated kiss, firm and demanding. Olivia let go of the robe and let her arms go around Alex, drawing her nearer. Alex’s hand was on the back of Olivia’s neck, the other was sneaking inside the robe, a delicate caress that didn’t match the intensity of the kiss. A whisper of fingers across her hip, around to the small of her back, pulling her in.
Alex broke the kiss, stepping away, leaving Olivia slightly dazed.
“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
It took Olivia a few seconds to register that Alex was apologising.
“No, I’m sorry. I was…”
Alex held up a hand for silence.
“Olivia, it wasn’t my intention to come here and have sex with you. I would like us to go out and talk and get to know each other before we get to that. I won’t have it said that my Detectives are easy.”
They both smiled at that. Olivia nodded.
“OK, just give me a sec to finish getting ready.”
She was heading to her bedroom before she remembered that she was supposed to have looked at what Alex was wearing. Somehow, in the midst of the indecent exposure and the heavy petting, her outfit hadn’t registered. She turned back to surreptitiously check it out.
“Sorry, did you say you wanted red or white wine?”
Alex was wearing jeans and a baby-blue sweater under a suede jacket. Olivia shivered as she remembered the softness of it rubbing against her naked flesh.
“I don’t believe I got as far as replying. I was a little distracted at the time. But red would be lovely, thank you.”
Olivia nodded in the direction of the kitchen.
“There’s a bottle opened in there, would you mind pouring it yourself? I don’t want to make us any later than we already are.”
“No problem.”
Alex headed to the kitchen and Olivia went to her room where she quickly got into a pair of jeans and a black sweater with a neckline that plunged just deep enough to show off her cleavage to its best advantage. Not that it really mattered now; Alex had seen pretty much all she had to offer. And she had seemed to enjoy it. Olivia smiled and then finished off the glass of wine she’d brought in earlier.
She walked to the kitchen to find Alex with her head tipped back, drinking the last drops of wine from a glass. Olivia smirked.
“Dutch courage, counsellor?”
Alex looked at the label on the bottle.
“Italian, actually.”
“Cute. Shall we go?”
“We shall.”
Olivia let Alex out of the apartment and closed the door behind them, butterflies fluttering annoyingly in her stomach, reminding her of high school.
*****
A steady thud woke Olivia from a heavy slumber. At first she thought the thumping was only inside her head. She definitely had the beginnings of a spectacular headache. But the noise was too sharp, too real to be pain induced. She realised, dully, that someone was knocking at her door. She attempted to turn over only to find a strange weight preventing her from doing so. She jerked her body to dislodge it, with some success. The weight slipped away, landing with a soft ‘oof’.
Olivia’s eyes sprang open. She found herself staring at her living room ceiling. She was lying on the couch, fully clothed, her mouth feeling like a small furry animal had taken up residence where her tongue used to be. Gingerly, she leaned over the side of the couch and saw Assistant District Attorney Cabot lying in a heap on her floor, blinking.
The knocking started again and Olivia watched Alex wince, as if the sound hurt her head.
“Morning.” Olivia croaked.
Alex looked up in confusion and saw a face staring at her from above. She smiled.
“How did we get here?”
“I have no idea. Last thing I can remember is you singing karaoke in that bar…’Like a Virgin’ if I’m not mistaken.”
Alex suddenly looked panicked.
“Did we…?”
Olivia shook her head.
“I doubt it. We’re both still dressed and I don’t think either of us were in any fit state to do anything last night.”
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh…good.”
Olivia’s foggy brain didn’t know how to process that and she didn’t have the strength to stress about it so she tackled it head on.
“Good? So…I take it last night gave you some clarity on our ‘thing’?”
Alex looked up at her in confusion.
“Clarity isn’t a word I would apply to last night. But as for the ‘thing’, it’s definitely still there and probably stronger than before. And when I said ‘good’ before, I meant that when you and I have sex, I want to be able to remember it in the morning.”
“Oh.”
It was all she could think of to say. But the warm blush heating her face spoke volumes. The banging on the door started up in earnest.
“Who the FUCK is knocking on your door at this hour?” Alex shouted, the noise finally bringing her to breaking point.
“Alex?” An excited voice travelled in from the other side of the door.
“Elliot?” Alex whispered, looking at Olivia with wide eyes.
Olivia threw herself back onto the couch, an arm over her face.
“Hey Liv, I just stopped by with breakfast to see how your date went, but I guess it went well. So I’ll just leave this stuff here for you guys and you can fill me in later.”
They heard him put something down, then his footsteps faded down the hallway.
“You told Elliot that you were going on a date with me?”
Olivia didn’t remove the arm from her eyes.
“Yes.”
“You know, he probably thinks we had sex.”
“Probably.”
“He’s probably picturing it right now.”
“He’s definitely picturing it right now.”
“Well, he did bring us breakfast, I suppose it’s only fair.”
Olivia rolled over and looked down at Alex.
“You’re not mad that I told him?”
“He’s your friend, why would I be mad?”
“Well…we both work with him…and it might have been awkward if this hadn’t worked out…”
“Lucky it did then, isn’t it?”
Olivia rolled off the couch and landed on top of Alex, bracing herself on her elbows she smiled down at her.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
She leaned down for a chaste kiss. If her mouth smelled anything like it tasted she didn’t want to inflict it on Alex. Alex suddenly started giggling.
“What is it?”
“You have the worst case of bed-head I’ve ever seen, Benson. Every hair on your head is practically standing on end. I thought it was just because you were hanging upside down from the couch, but it is actually just like that!”
“Oh, and I suppose your hair is perfect in the morning?”
Alex shoved her off and sat up, shaking her head slightly. Every hair fell perfectly into place. Olivia sighed.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No, I don’t. But because you laughed at my hair, you need to go and get the breakfast from the door.”
Alex smiled
“My pleasure.”
She stood up and walked in the direction of the front door. Olivia lay back with her hands behind her head and watched her denim-clad ass as she went.
“Oh no, counsellor, the pleasure is all mine.”
AUTHOR: Angie
DISTRIBUTION: Feel free to take this, just let me know where it's gone.
FANDOM: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
PAIRING: Alex/Olivia
SUMMARY: Friday arrives.
RATING: R (for language)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WORD COUNT: 2,491
NOTES: Set after my previous fic: Loitering with intent
Olivia checked the clock. Again. It was seven twenty-five on Friday and Alex would be arriving to pick her up in thirty-five minutes. And she was in a blind panic. There were clothes strewn all over her bedroom. She had seen tidier murder scenes. And she couldn’t find a single outfit that would be suitable for a date. Before she started to hyper-ventilate, she decided she needed to make a phone-call.
On the third ring the phone was picked up.
“Stabler residence.”
“Elliot, I’m cancelling. I can’t go.”
“Shit, Liv! You can’t cancel now, it’s a half hour before the date starts!” Eliott yelled, before the rational part of his brain told him that Olivia was probably just panicking over nothing. “Why are you cancelling, anyway?”
“I have nothing to wear,” she practically shrieked into the phone.
“You sound like such a girl!” he teased.
“I am a girl, jerk, a girl with nothing to wear and the hottest woman on the planet is arriving to take me on a date in half an hour and I can’t go naked, so I’m cancelling.” she finished petulantly, sitting down hard on her bed for emphasis.
“Liv, you have a ton of clothes, pick something and put it on. Alex has seen you in your work gear, I’m sure she…can you hang on a sec?”
“No I can’t, are you not getting the urgency of the situation? Elliot?”
But he wasn’t there. Olivia heard muffled talking on the other end of the phone, Elliot had his hand over the receiver. Olivia’s bare foot was tapping nervously on the rug. Her eyes flicked to the clock again. Seven thirty-five. The foot started tapping faster.
“Liv, Kathy wants to talk to you.”
Elliot sounded like he’d just been yelled at. There were fumbling noises as he handed the phone to his wife and Olivia resisted the urge to scream in frustration.
“Olivia, hey, it’s Kathy.”
“Kathy, I’m cancelling.”
“No, you’re not. Now, where are you going on your date?”
“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I have no idea.”
“Can’t you call and ask her?”
“Well…that might’ve been an idea a couple of days ago, but if I call now it’ll look like I’m running around at the last minute panicking about what to wear.”
“When obviously that isn’t the case,” Kathy stated, dryly.
“Not helping!”
“Right, do you have your make-up on?”
“Yes.”
“Have you done your hair?”
Olivia reached a hand up to touch her short locks, to make sure they were still under some kind of control.
“Yes.”
“OK, then here’s what you do. You put on your robe and your underwear and pick out two outfits; one casual, one dressy. When she comes to the door, you tell her you were running late, check out what she’s wearing, go to your room and put on the most appropriate of the two outfits.”
Olivia thought about that for a few seconds.
“That kinda makes sense.”
“I have been known to makes sense occasionally.”
Olivia was standing up, moving around and picking up possible outfits.
“One day, when I have far more time than I do now, you’ll tell me how a woman who’s been married for 16 years knows how to get ready for a date.”
“My single friends have become a whole lot more talkative since ‘Sex and the City’ started. They tell me things. I pretend like I made them up to impress you.”
“Well, colour me impressed and I’m sorry but I’ll have to go. Tell your husband he’s useless.”
“I will. Oh, and I hope you know that he’s going to be thinking about you all night, he keeps getting this faraway look on his face. Apparently your Alex is quite a looker.”
“She is. That thing you just said about Elliot disturbs me a whole lot but I don’t have time for that right now so bye.”
“Bye Liv, good luck!”
Olivia hung up the phone and took a deep, shaky breath. Yep, she was going to need plenty of luck if she was to make it through the evening unscathed.
*****
Olivia’s buzzer went at 8pm exactly. She rolled her eyes, Alex would be the punctual type. She pressed the intercom.
“Hey.”
“Hey, it’s me.”
Alex’s voice sounded even lower, huskier than normal over the old speaker system. Olivia closed her eyes and found her body reacting to the unique timbre, as it always did.
“Olivia? Are you going to let me in?”
Her eyes shot open. She didn’t miss the hint of amusement in Alex’s voice this time and wondered if the ADA knew the effect she had on her. Probably. Especially after the other day at the station house. Olivia cringed slightly before replying.
“Sorry, yeah, come on up.”
She buzzed Alex in and checked her appearance in the mirror. She looked OK. Not outwardly like a complete basket-case. Which was definitely a bonus. Three sharp raps on her door made her jump, OK so maybe a tiny amount of basket-case was showing through. She reached out and unlocked the door, taking a final deep breath before opening it and offering what she hoped was a casual smile.
“Hey.”
She was a bit disconcerted when Alex didn’t reply. In fact, Alex wasn’t even looking at her. Well, not her face anyway. The ADA’s gaze was drawn downwards, her mouth hanging slightly open. She looked, well, stupefied was the only word that Olivia could come up with.
A slight breeze across her front made Olivia shiver. Her stomach dropped to her feet. The breeze had touched skin. She looked down and her worst fears were confirmed. When she had opened the door, her robe had somehow got caught on the lock and was completely open, revealing her scarlet underwear set to the world. Or, at least, to Alex.
“Jesus Christ!”
She abruptly turned around, pulling the robe closed around her, feeling her face flame with embarrassment. She heard Alex enter the apartment and close the door behind her. Olivia knew she had to turn back to face her at some point, but she wondered if she could delay it for…oh, a couple of hours or so?
“Well, Detective, you certainly believe in laying your cards on the table.”
Olivia grimaced. She was going to kill Kathy for suggesting this. Sighing deeply, and holding the robe tightly, she turned around.
“Well, now that I’ve thoroughly embarrassed myself, can I interest you in a glass of wine?”
Alex’s eyes seemed darker than usual, now that she was finally looking into them.
“You didn’t embarrass yourself…I mean, you don’t have anything to be embarrassed of…nothing at…”
Alex’s sentence trailed off as her eyes swept over Olivia’s body. Olivia noted that the usually unflappable lawyer was a little off-kilter, clearly affected by the event. Just like she had been when Olivia kissed her. She allowed herself a little smile as Alex realised what she was doing and snapped her focus back to Olivia’s face. She appeared to be trying to collect herself. She smiled tightly at Olivia.
“I thought for a moment that you were going with message three.”
Olivia smirked. Two could play at that game.
“Well, you know, I would, but your desk is all the way across town.”
Alex stepped closer to Olivia, her heels and Olivia’s bare feet giving her a distinct height advantage. She leaned in very close, her nose almost brushing Olivia’s. Olivia was frozen to the spot, mesmerized by the stormy grey of Alex’s eyes.
“We don’t need a desk, Detective.”
Then Alex’s lips were on hers in a heated kiss, firm and demanding. Olivia let go of the robe and let her arms go around Alex, drawing her nearer. Alex’s hand was on the back of Olivia’s neck, the other was sneaking inside the robe, a delicate caress that didn’t match the intensity of the kiss. A whisper of fingers across her hip, around to the small of her back, pulling her in.
Alex broke the kiss, stepping away, leaving Olivia slightly dazed.
“God, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
It took Olivia a few seconds to register that Alex was apologising.
“No, I’m sorry. I was…”
Alex held up a hand for silence.
“Olivia, it wasn’t my intention to come here and have sex with you. I would like us to go out and talk and get to know each other before we get to that. I won’t have it said that my Detectives are easy.”
They both smiled at that. Olivia nodded.
“OK, just give me a sec to finish getting ready.”
She was heading to her bedroom before she remembered that she was supposed to have looked at what Alex was wearing. Somehow, in the midst of the indecent exposure and the heavy petting, her outfit hadn’t registered. She turned back to surreptitiously check it out.
“Sorry, did you say you wanted red or white wine?”
Alex was wearing jeans and a baby-blue sweater under a suede jacket. Olivia shivered as she remembered the softness of it rubbing against her naked flesh.
“I don’t believe I got as far as replying. I was a little distracted at the time. But red would be lovely, thank you.”
Olivia nodded in the direction of the kitchen.
“There’s a bottle opened in there, would you mind pouring it yourself? I don’t want to make us any later than we already are.”
“No problem.”
Alex headed to the kitchen and Olivia went to her room where she quickly got into a pair of jeans and a black sweater with a neckline that plunged just deep enough to show off her cleavage to its best advantage. Not that it really mattered now; Alex had seen pretty much all she had to offer. And she had seemed to enjoy it. Olivia smiled and then finished off the glass of wine she’d brought in earlier.
She walked to the kitchen to find Alex with her head tipped back, drinking the last drops of wine from a glass. Olivia smirked.
“Dutch courage, counsellor?”
Alex looked at the label on the bottle.
“Italian, actually.”
“Cute. Shall we go?”
“We shall.”
Olivia let Alex out of the apartment and closed the door behind them, butterflies fluttering annoyingly in her stomach, reminding her of high school.
*****
A steady thud woke Olivia from a heavy slumber. At first she thought the thumping was only inside her head. She definitely had the beginnings of a spectacular headache. But the noise was too sharp, too real to be pain induced. She realised, dully, that someone was knocking at her door. She attempted to turn over only to find a strange weight preventing her from doing so. She jerked her body to dislodge it, with some success. The weight slipped away, landing with a soft ‘oof’.
Olivia’s eyes sprang open. She found herself staring at her living room ceiling. She was lying on the couch, fully clothed, her mouth feeling like a small furry animal had taken up residence where her tongue used to be. Gingerly, she leaned over the side of the couch and saw Assistant District Attorney Cabot lying in a heap on her floor, blinking.
The knocking started again and Olivia watched Alex wince, as if the sound hurt her head.
“Morning.” Olivia croaked.
Alex looked up in confusion and saw a face staring at her from above. She smiled.
“How did we get here?”
“I have no idea. Last thing I can remember is you singing karaoke in that bar…’Like a Virgin’ if I’m not mistaken.”
Alex suddenly looked panicked.
“Did we…?”
Olivia shook her head.
“I doubt it. We’re both still dressed and I don’t think either of us were in any fit state to do anything last night.”
Alex breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh…good.”
Olivia’s foggy brain didn’t know how to process that and she didn’t have the strength to stress about it so she tackled it head on.
“Good? So…I take it last night gave you some clarity on our ‘thing’?”
Alex looked up at her in confusion.
“Clarity isn’t a word I would apply to last night. But as for the ‘thing’, it’s definitely still there and probably stronger than before. And when I said ‘good’ before, I meant that when you and I have sex, I want to be able to remember it in the morning.”
“Oh.”
It was all she could think of to say. But the warm blush heating her face spoke volumes. The banging on the door started up in earnest.
“Who the FUCK is knocking on your door at this hour?” Alex shouted, the noise finally bringing her to breaking point.
“Alex?” An excited voice travelled in from the other side of the door.
“Elliot?” Alex whispered, looking at Olivia with wide eyes.
Olivia threw herself back onto the couch, an arm over her face.
“Hey Liv, I just stopped by with breakfast to see how your date went, but I guess it went well. So I’ll just leave this stuff here for you guys and you can fill me in later.”
They heard him put something down, then his footsteps faded down the hallway.
“You told Elliot that you were going on a date with me?”
Olivia didn’t remove the arm from her eyes.
“Yes.”
“You know, he probably thinks we had sex.”
“Probably.”
“He’s probably picturing it right now.”
“He’s definitely picturing it right now.”
“Well, he did bring us breakfast, I suppose it’s only fair.”
Olivia rolled over and looked down at Alex.
“You’re not mad that I told him?”
“He’s your friend, why would I be mad?”
“Well…we both work with him…and it might have been awkward if this hadn’t worked out…”
“Lucky it did then, isn’t it?”
Olivia rolled off the couch and landed on top of Alex, bracing herself on her elbows she smiled down at her.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
She leaned down for a chaste kiss. If her mouth smelled anything like it tasted she didn’t want to inflict it on Alex. Alex suddenly started giggling.
“What is it?”
“You have the worst case of bed-head I’ve ever seen, Benson. Every hair on your head is practically standing on end. I thought it was just because you were hanging upside down from the couch, but it is actually just like that!”
“Oh, and I suppose your hair is perfect in the morning?”
Alex shoved her off and sat up, shaking her head slightly. Every hair fell perfectly into place. Olivia sighed.
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“No, I don’t. But because you laughed at my hair, you need to go and get the breakfast from the door.”
Alex smiled
“My pleasure.”
She stood up and walked in the direction of the front door. Olivia lay back with her hands behind her head and watched her denim-clad ass as she went.
“Oh no, counsellor, the pleasure is all mine.”
