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Fic: Legal manoeuvrings (L&O: SVU : Alex/Olivia)
TITLE: Legal manoeuvrings
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: Olivia and Alex's sex life isn't really going according to plan.
RATING: R (for language)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WORD COUNT: 2,783
NOTES: Set after my previous fics: Loitering with intent and Rendezvous
Olivia sat at her desk, smiling. Occasionally she would whistle snatches of a tune that sounded vaguely like an old Madonna number. Her colleagues were slightly unnerved by her mood. Not that she was normally a sourpuss, but there tended to be an underlying sadness that pervaded the detective’s demeanour. But for the previous few weeks, that seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of contentment.
Both Munch and Cragen had mentioned this to Elliot, in the passing. Being tough cops meant that they couldn’t just come out and ask Olivia why she seemed happier. That would have involved discussion of feelings and all sorts of other things that made them uncomfortable. So they settled for the easier route of asking her partner. Elliot had shrugged and told them not to jinx it, just to let her be. Munch had joked that Olivia must have a new man in her life, putting a smile on her face. Elliot had laughed nervously and claimed that he knew of no new man. Munch made a mental note to watch Olivia closely for any hint of what had caused this change in her.
Olivia, for her part, was completely oblivious to the discussions on her state of mind and the status of her love-life. She was content. For the first time in years she had something good outside of work, something to look forward to. Her smile grew wider as she thought of her burgeoning relationship with Alex. Things were going really well. It had been three weeks since their first date. Since then they had tried to spend as much time as possible getting to know each other. True to her word, Alex wanted to know Olivia as a person, not merely as someone to jump into bed with.
A slight frown creased Olivia’s brow as she thought of the one stumbling block, they hadn’t actually managed to get to the jumping into bed stage yet. Thanks, in part, to their unpredictable and hectic schedules. Due to their initial overt flirting, Olivia had thought that they would have reached that stage earlier. They had tried, even come close on a couple of occasions. Walks in the park, holding hands, were interrupted. Evenings snuggling on Alex’s couch were interrupted. One particular occasion almost resulted in Olivia’s phone making a journey through Alex’s window when it rang just as the detective’s hands made contact with the soft skin of the ADA’s stomach.
She sighed, happily. It was bound to happen eventually. She did hope that eventually would be soon. Very soon. Being around Alex had always affected her. The scent of her perfume, the sound of her heels, those glasses. But now, having been closer, it drove her wild to be with Alex and be unable to touch her. She hoped that once they’d had sex, this would lessen slightly. Her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her; what if it got worse? She shook her head. No, it couldn’t get any worse. Yes, the sooner they had sex, the better.
As if on cue, just as Olivia was coming out of her rather pleasant daydream, a certain ADA entered the squad-room. As usual, all eyes naturally gravitated to the devastatingly attractive woman. Olivia felt a familiar warm sensation in her chest, knowing that none of them would receive the same private smile that she would. A pleasure which was delayed by Munch who stepped in front of her, halting her journey to Olivia’s desk.
“ADA Cabot, here again so soon? People will talk.”
“Is that so, Detective Munch? And what will people say?”
“All this time hanging around the precinct? They might be inclined to believe that you’re having a torrid affair with one of New York’s finest.”
Olivia watched Alex’s right eyebrow rise, the corner of her mouth twitching, ever so slightly.
“As it so happens, I am here to take the best looking cop I can find to lunch.”
Olivia smiled inwardly as every male in the room perked up, just a little, in the vain hope that it might, just might, be them. Even Elliot, who had to know where this was headed, looked like he had a tiny glimmer of hope in his eye, like he might be in with a chance. Alex allowed her eyes to do a slow sweep of the room before finally coming to rest of Olivia.
“Detective Benson, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to lunch?”
Olivia rolled her eyes at the whoops and wolf-whistles that followed Alex’s invitation.
“We’re going to go over my testimony for the case, perverts,” she yelled, not removing her eyes from Alex’s smirking face.
The noise level returned to a low murmur of activity as people went back to their work, content to have a pleasant visual to keep them going for the afternoon. Alex sat down in the seat across from Olivia, resting an elbow on Olivia’s desk. She smiled.
“So, do you want to grab lunch, or have you eaten?”
Olivia looked at her watch.
“Well, I had half a donut at around seven-thirty this morning…so yeah, I could eat.”
Alex made a move to rise, but then changed her mind and sat down again, leaning further across Olivia’s desk and lowering her voice a fraction.
”Before I forget, I was thinking, we really should pencil in time to have sex soon.”
Olivia stared blankly at her. A creeping sense of déjà vu coming over her.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I said we should put aside some time to…”
“Yeah, I heard what you said.”
“And? I was going to suggest this Friday. This case should be wrapped up by then and you’re scheduled for Saturday off. I’m sure if you said to Cragen that you needed Friday evening undisturbed he would allow it. After all, how many times have they called you in out of hours?”
Again, Olivia found herself staring at Alex, half in affection, half in horror.
“Alex, maybe we should just…you know…let it happen naturally. Putting time aside to have sex seems a bit…overly structured for me.”
Alex looked slightly miffed that Olivia hadn’t agreed to her suggestion.
“Well, it certainly hasn’t ‘happened naturally’ so far, has it? I don’t think it’s out of the ordinary for two people with busy lives to arrange to have sex. We arrange to have dinner, don’t we?”
That threw Olivia slightly, because she’d never considered the two activities to be comparable.
“Well…yeah…I suppose. But it just seems a little…”
“We’re not teenagers, waiting to see if we’ll get to third base. We’re adults who both want this. I am assuming that you do, in fact, want this?”
Olivia fixed Alex with an incredulous expression. Could she actually doubt that?
“Yes, I want it. Of course I want it. I’d just like it to be a little more…spontaneous than this.”
Olivia immediately regretted her choice of words as Alex’s eyebrows shot up, a spark shining in her fiercely intelligent eyes.
“Well then, how about instead of lunch, we have a little…spontaneity instead?”
The sultry tone with which the words were delivered almost won Olivia over then and there, before she managed to snap back to the reality of what Alex was suggesting.
“What? Here?” Olivia looked around at the decidedly busy office.
Alex nodded, her smile growing at the Detective’s panicked response. Olivia leaned in closer, her voice almost a whisper.
“Hey…I know we’ve joked about doing it on your desk…but my desk isn’t in a little room on its own with a lock on the door.”
“You have a room here with a door that locks. And beds.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
“You are not seriously suggesting that we have sex, now, in the crib?”
“It’s spontaneous and unplanned.”
“It smells like sweaty cops in there.”
“Maybe I like sweaty cops.”
A frisson of arousal shot through Olivia’s body, her defences were weakening and Alex could see it. All it required was one more little push. She tilted her head to the side before asking.
“Are you scared, Detective?”
That did it. Olivia Benson wasn’t scared of anything. She pushed her chair back and stood, watching as surprise flitted across Alex’s face, just for a second. Olivia made an elaborate sweeping gesture with her arm.
“After you, Ms Cabot.”
They walked out of the squad-room casually. Once out of the door, Olivia grabbed Alex’s hand, quickly made sure that no-one was looking, and dragged her in the direction of the crib. Alex waited outside while Olivia checked that it was empty. She surmised that it was indeed empty when Olivia’s hand reached out and grabbed the lapel of her jacket and yanked her inside.
After Alex was in the room, Olivia locked the door. She immediately found herself pressed back against it by a lithe, inquisitive body. Her lips were very quickly claimed in a hungry kiss. Olivia wrapped her arms around Alex, pulling their bodies closer, increasing both friction and the delightful frustration building inside them. Alex dragged her mouth away from the kiss, gasping for breath. Olivia’s mouth moved to Alex’s neck. Alex let her head roll to the side, giving Olivia easier access. Then she abruptly pushed Olivia back.
“On the bed. Now.”
Olivia raised her eyebrows at the order, but couldn’t deny the part of her that enjoyed being told what to do. She acquiesced and walked over to the first set of bunk-beds. She turned to look at Alex.
“Top or bottom?”
Alex’s smile quickly turned wicked and Olivia blushed at her unwitting double entendre. Alex stepped towards her.
“Well, I think you should take the bottom…” she punctuated her sentence with a brisk shove, sending Olivia onto her backside on the uncomfortable mattress. “…and I’ll get on top.”
Olivia’s breathing quickened as Alex climbed on top of her, straddling her waist. Olivia’s hands went to Alex’s hips as Alex tried to straighten up, but her head was touching the underside of the top bunk.
“I can’t sit up properly.”
“Then lie down.” Olivia said, reaching up behind Alex’s neck and drawing her down into a passionate kiss. Alex adjusted her position, stretching herself out along the length of Olivia’s body. Olivia’s hands roamed across Alex’s back, coming up to push her suit jacket off her shoulders. Alex’s fingers made quick work of the buttons of Olivia’s shirt. Olivia’s eyes drifted shut as Alex’s lips blazed a trail down her neck, a hot tongue dragging lazily across the tops of her breasts.
She felt Alex’s hands brush her sides, her body instinctively lifted to allow them to slip underneath as Alex’s lips found her own once again. It soon became apparent that Alex was having a little trouble. With a soft growl she wrenched her lips from the kiss and urged Olivia to sit up a little more, trying to look over her shoulder where she was fumbling with the clasp on her bra.
“What is it?” Olivia asked, breathlessly, her own hands roughly pulling Alex’s blouse out of her skirt.
“I can’t…your bra is stuck.”
Olivia paused and looked down.
“Shit. Yeah, there’s a knack to that one.”
“A knack?”
“A perp shoved me one time, I landed on my back…the bra’s never been the same since. I think the catch is bent or something.”
Alex let Olivia lie back down as she leaned over her on her elbows, her breath coming in short pants.
“Well, why don’t you throw it out?”
Olivia looked up at her in shock.
“It’s my favourite one.”
“It’s damaged.”
“It’s comfortable.”
“I’ll buy you another one, throw it out.”
“I tend not to wear it if there’s a chance that somebody else is gonna be taking it off me.”
Alex raised her eyebrows, a smug smile pulling at her lips.
“Oh, so you plan for these things, do you?”
Olivia rolled her eyes.
“No. But I can usually tell when there’s a possibility of it happening. I’ve worn perfectly functioning underwear the last three times I’ve seen you. Getting dressed for work this morning, I didn’t really factor it in.”
“Well, when you’re with someone as spontaneous as me you have to be alert at all times.”
Olivia hmphd and reached behind her back, unhooking the problematic clasp, just as the doorknob turned. Both women froze in place. The knob turned another couple of times. Then the person knocked sharply on the door.
“Hey, who’s in there?”
‘Fin’ Olivia mouthed to Alex, before raising her voice to reply.
“Fin, it’s Olivia, what’s up?”
“Liv? Door’s locked.”
“Uh…it is?”
Alex looked at her and shook her head.
“Yeah. Me and the beanpole drew the short straw for the stake-out tonight. Need to get me some shut-eye before then. Gonna open the door?”
Alex scrambled off the bed, managing to knee Olivia in the stomach as she did so.
“Just a minute!” Olivia called out, grimacing as she tried to stand up.
Alex was trying to get some semblance of order back in her appearance while Olivia struggled to do her bra back up. Alex managed to tuck herself back in and get her jacket on before coming to stand behind Olivia, helping her with the catch. She leaned in close and whispered in Olivia’s ear.
“I’ll bet my idea is looking a whole lot better now, isn’t it?”
“I’d like to remind you, counsellor, that this was also your idea.”
“Yes, but if you’d just agreed to the first one there would have been no need for this one and we wouldn’t be doing this right now. And when you get home tonight, throw this fucking bra out.”
Another voice came drifting in from the corridor.
“Awww, Fin, you didn’t have to wait to open the door for me, you’re such a gent.”
“Door’s locked. Benson’s in there.”
“Benson…but she was…”
Alex and Olivia closed their eyes simultaneously as Munch immediately jumped to the right conclusion.
“Olivia, is Alex in there with you?”
Olivia turned to look questioningly at Alex, wondering what the ADA wanted her to say. Alex sighed.
“Yes, John, I’m in here. We’re coming out now.”
“Evidently!”
Olivia rolled her eyes at Alex.
“Nice choice of words, counsellor.”
Alex shrugged and moved to the door. She turned the key and opened it to find Munch and Fin standing with their mouths open. Elliot was slightly behind them, he had obviously been talking to Cragen about a file, which was now forgotten in Cragen’s hand. Elliot looked worried, Cragen looked like he’d just heard something he didn’t want to hear. Alex looked back over her shoulder.
“Are you coming to lunch or what?”
Olivia nodded and they walked out of the room, Olivia pointedly ignored Munch but cast an apologetic glance at Cragen. As they exited the station house they heard distant rumblings. Munch calling Elliot a bastard for not telling them. Cragen repeating the words ‘Alex’ ‘Olivia’ and ‘The Crib’ incredulously. Olivia sighed, she was in for a long afternoon. Her heart lightened a little as she felt Alex’s hand slip into hers.
“Well, look on the bright side, at least now you can tell Cragen why you need Friday night to remain undisturbed.”
Olivia turned to her and smiled, gaining an equally bright smile in return.
“Yeah, I guess I can.”
*****
At eight o’clock on Friday night, Olivia found herself standing at Alex’s door with a bottle of wine. The door opened and Alex greeted her with a kiss. She pulled away and took the wine from Olivia.
“Come on in.”
Alex stood aside to let Olivia enter. She closed the door as Olivia hung her jacket up. Alex put the bottle of wine on an ornamental table and stepped closer to Olivia.
“Now, isn’t this far more civilised?”
She reached forward and pulled Olivia’s sweater out slightly, peeking down into her cleavage. Olivia pulled away, laughing.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Alex moved in and wrapped her arms around Olivia’s neck.
“Just making sure you’re not wearing that damn bra.”
Their lips met briefly. Olivia lifted her nose into the air.
“I don’t smell cooking.”
Alex shook her head.
“I can’t cook to save my life. I thought we might order pizza in. Afterwards.”
Olivia grinned.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Alex stepped out of the embrace and took Olivia’s hand, leading her down the hallway toward her bedroom. Olivia paused as they reach the door, something occurring to her.
“Oh, one thing Alex?”
“Yes?”
“Leave your glasses on.”
Alex smiled and pulled Olivia into the room for an evening without interruption. And a night. And a morning after.
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: Olivia and Alex's sex life isn't really going according to plan.
RATING: R (for language)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WORD COUNT: 2,783
NOTES: Set after my previous fics: Loitering with intent and Rendezvous
Olivia sat at her desk, smiling. Occasionally she would whistle snatches of a tune that sounded vaguely like an old Madonna number. Her colleagues were slightly unnerved by her mood. Not that she was normally a sourpuss, but there tended to be an underlying sadness that pervaded the detective’s demeanour. But for the previous few weeks, that seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of contentment.
Both Munch and Cragen had mentioned this to Elliot, in the passing. Being tough cops meant that they couldn’t just come out and ask Olivia why she seemed happier. That would have involved discussion of feelings and all sorts of other things that made them uncomfortable. So they settled for the easier route of asking her partner. Elliot had shrugged and told them not to jinx it, just to let her be. Munch had joked that Olivia must have a new man in her life, putting a smile on her face. Elliot had laughed nervously and claimed that he knew of no new man. Munch made a mental note to watch Olivia closely for any hint of what had caused this change in her.
Olivia, for her part, was completely oblivious to the discussions on her state of mind and the status of her love-life. She was content. For the first time in years she had something good outside of work, something to look forward to. Her smile grew wider as she thought of her burgeoning relationship with Alex. Things were going really well. It had been three weeks since their first date. Since then they had tried to spend as much time as possible getting to know each other. True to her word, Alex wanted to know Olivia as a person, not merely as someone to jump into bed with.
A slight frown creased Olivia’s brow as she thought of the one stumbling block, they hadn’t actually managed to get to the jumping into bed stage yet. Thanks, in part, to their unpredictable and hectic schedules. Due to their initial overt flirting, Olivia had thought that they would have reached that stage earlier. They had tried, even come close on a couple of occasions. Walks in the park, holding hands, were interrupted. Evenings snuggling on Alex’s couch were interrupted. One particular occasion almost resulted in Olivia’s phone making a journey through Alex’s window when it rang just as the detective’s hands made contact with the soft skin of the ADA’s stomach.
She sighed, happily. It was bound to happen eventually. She did hope that eventually would be soon. Very soon. Being around Alex had always affected her. The scent of her perfume, the sound of her heels, those glasses. But now, having been closer, it drove her wild to be with Alex and be unable to touch her. She hoped that once they’d had sex, this would lessen slightly. Her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her; what if it got worse? She shook her head. No, it couldn’t get any worse. Yes, the sooner they had sex, the better.
As if on cue, just as Olivia was coming out of her rather pleasant daydream, a certain ADA entered the squad-room. As usual, all eyes naturally gravitated to the devastatingly attractive woman. Olivia felt a familiar warm sensation in her chest, knowing that none of them would receive the same private smile that she would. A pleasure which was delayed by Munch who stepped in front of her, halting her journey to Olivia’s desk.
“ADA Cabot, here again so soon? People will talk.”
“Is that so, Detective Munch? And what will people say?”
“All this time hanging around the precinct? They might be inclined to believe that you’re having a torrid affair with one of New York’s finest.”
Olivia watched Alex’s right eyebrow rise, the corner of her mouth twitching, ever so slightly.
“As it so happens, I am here to take the best looking cop I can find to lunch.”
Olivia smiled inwardly as every male in the room perked up, just a little, in the vain hope that it might, just might, be them. Even Elliot, who had to know where this was headed, looked like he had a tiny glimmer of hope in his eye, like he might be in with a chance. Alex allowed her eyes to do a slow sweep of the room before finally coming to rest of Olivia.
“Detective Benson, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to lunch?”
Olivia rolled her eyes at the whoops and wolf-whistles that followed Alex’s invitation.
“We’re going to go over my testimony for the case, perverts,” she yelled, not removing her eyes from Alex’s smirking face.
The noise level returned to a low murmur of activity as people went back to their work, content to have a pleasant visual to keep them going for the afternoon. Alex sat down in the seat across from Olivia, resting an elbow on Olivia’s desk. She smiled.
“So, do you want to grab lunch, or have you eaten?”
Olivia looked at her watch.
“Well, I had half a donut at around seven-thirty this morning…so yeah, I could eat.”
Alex made a move to rise, but then changed her mind and sat down again, leaning further across Olivia’s desk and lowering her voice a fraction.
”Before I forget, I was thinking, we really should pencil in time to have sex soon.”
Olivia stared blankly at her. A creeping sense of déjà vu coming over her.
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“I said we should put aside some time to…”
“Yeah, I heard what you said.”
“And? I was going to suggest this Friday. This case should be wrapped up by then and you’re scheduled for Saturday off. I’m sure if you said to Cragen that you needed Friday evening undisturbed he would allow it. After all, how many times have they called you in out of hours?”
Again, Olivia found herself staring at Alex, half in affection, half in horror.
“Alex, maybe we should just…you know…let it happen naturally. Putting time aside to have sex seems a bit…overly structured for me.”
Alex looked slightly miffed that Olivia hadn’t agreed to her suggestion.
“Well, it certainly hasn’t ‘happened naturally’ so far, has it? I don’t think it’s out of the ordinary for two people with busy lives to arrange to have sex. We arrange to have dinner, don’t we?”
That threw Olivia slightly, because she’d never considered the two activities to be comparable.
“Well…yeah…I suppose. But it just seems a little…”
“We’re not teenagers, waiting to see if we’ll get to third base. We’re adults who both want this. I am assuming that you do, in fact, want this?”
Olivia fixed Alex with an incredulous expression. Could she actually doubt that?
“Yes, I want it. Of course I want it. I’d just like it to be a little more…spontaneous than this.”
Olivia immediately regretted her choice of words as Alex’s eyebrows shot up, a spark shining in her fiercely intelligent eyes.
“Well then, how about instead of lunch, we have a little…spontaneity instead?”
The sultry tone with which the words were delivered almost won Olivia over then and there, before she managed to snap back to the reality of what Alex was suggesting.
“What? Here?” Olivia looked around at the decidedly busy office.
Alex nodded, her smile growing at the Detective’s panicked response. Olivia leaned in closer, her voice almost a whisper.
“Hey…I know we’ve joked about doing it on your desk…but my desk isn’t in a little room on its own with a lock on the door.”
“You have a room here with a door that locks. And beds.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
“You are not seriously suggesting that we have sex, now, in the crib?”
“It’s spontaneous and unplanned.”
“It smells like sweaty cops in there.”
“Maybe I like sweaty cops.”
A frisson of arousal shot through Olivia’s body, her defences were weakening and Alex could see it. All it required was one more little push. She tilted her head to the side before asking.
“Are you scared, Detective?”
That did it. Olivia Benson wasn’t scared of anything. She pushed her chair back and stood, watching as surprise flitted across Alex’s face, just for a second. Olivia made an elaborate sweeping gesture with her arm.
“After you, Ms Cabot.”
They walked out of the squad-room casually. Once out of the door, Olivia grabbed Alex’s hand, quickly made sure that no-one was looking, and dragged her in the direction of the crib. Alex waited outside while Olivia checked that it was empty. She surmised that it was indeed empty when Olivia’s hand reached out and grabbed the lapel of her jacket and yanked her inside.
After Alex was in the room, Olivia locked the door. She immediately found herself pressed back against it by a lithe, inquisitive body. Her lips were very quickly claimed in a hungry kiss. Olivia wrapped her arms around Alex, pulling their bodies closer, increasing both friction and the delightful frustration building inside them. Alex dragged her mouth away from the kiss, gasping for breath. Olivia’s mouth moved to Alex’s neck. Alex let her head roll to the side, giving Olivia easier access. Then she abruptly pushed Olivia back.
“On the bed. Now.”
Olivia raised her eyebrows at the order, but couldn’t deny the part of her that enjoyed being told what to do. She acquiesced and walked over to the first set of bunk-beds. She turned to look at Alex.
“Top or bottom?”
Alex’s smile quickly turned wicked and Olivia blushed at her unwitting double entendre. Alex stepped towards her.
“Well, I think you should take the bottom…” she punctuated her sentence with a brisk shove, sending Olivia onto her backside on the uncomfortable mattress. “…and I’ll get on top.”
Olivia’s breathing quickened as Alex climbed on top of her, straddling her waist. Olivia’s hands went to Alex’s hips as Alex tried to straighten up, but her head was touching the underside of the top bunk.
“I can’t sit up properly.”
“Then lie down.” Olivia said, reaching up behind Alex’s neck and drawing her down into a passionate kiss. Alex adjusted her position, stretching herself out along the length of Olivia’s body. Olivia’s hands roamed across Alex’s back, coming up to push her suit jacket off her shoulders. Alex’s fingers made quick work of the buttons of Olivia’s shirt. Olivia’s eyes drifted shut as Alex’s lips blazed a trail down her neck, a hot tongue dragging lazily across the tops of her breasts.
She felt Alex’s hands brush her sides, her body instinctively lifted to allow them to slip underneath as Alex’s lips found her own once again. It soon became apparent that Alex was having a little trouble. With a soft growl she wrenched her lips from the kiss and urged Olivia to sit up a little more, trying to look over her shoulder where she was fumbling with the clasp on her bra.
“What is it?” Olivia asked, breathlessly, her own hands roughly pulling Alex’s blouse out of her skirt.
“I can’t…your bra is stuck.”
Olivia paused and looked down.
“Shit. Yeah, there’s a knack to that one.”
“A knack?”
“A perp shoved me one time, I landed on my back…the bra’s never been the same since. I think the catch is bent or something.”
Alex let Olivia lie back down as she leaned over her on her elbows, her breath coming in short pants.
“Well, why don’t you throw it out?”
Olivia looked up at her in shock.
“It’s my favourite one.”
“It’s damaged.”
“It’s comfortable.”
“I’ll buy you another one, throw it out.”
“I tend not to wear it if there’s a chance that somebody else is gonna be taking it off me.”
Alex raised her eyebrows, a smug smile pulling at her lips.
“Oh, so you plan for these things, do you?”
Olivia rolled her eyes.
“No. But I can usually tell when there’s a possibility of it happening. I’ve worn perfectly functioning underwear the last three times I’ve seen you. Getting dressed for work this morning, I didn’t really factor it in.”
“Well, when you’re with someone as spontaneous as me you have to be alert at all times.”
Olivia hmphd and reached behind her back, unhooking the problematic clasp, just as the doorknob turned. Both women froze in place. The knob turned another couple of times. Then the person knocked sharply on the door.
“Hey, who’s in there?”
‘Fin’ Olivia mouthed to Alex, before raising her voice to reply.
“Fin, it’s Olivia, what’s up?”
“Liv? Door’s locked.”
“Uh…it is?”
Alex looked at her and shook her head.
“Yeah. Me and the beanpole drew the short straw for the stake-out tonight. Need to get me some shut-eye before then. Gonna open the door?”
Alex scrambled off the bed, managing to knee Olivia in the stomach as she did so.
“Just a minute!” Olivia called out, grimacing as she tried to stand up.
Alex was trying to get some semblance of order back in her appearance while Olivia struggled to do her bra back up. Alex managed to tuck herself back in and get her jacket on before coming to stand behind Olivia, helping her with the catch. She leaned in close and whispered in Olivia’s ear.
“I’ll bet my idea is looking a whole lot better now, isn’t it?”
“I’d like to remind you, counsellor, that this was also your idea.”
“Yes, but if you’d just agreed to the first one there would have been no need for this one and we wouldn’t be doing this right now. And when you get home tonight, throw this fucking bra out.”
Another voice came drifting in from the corridor.
“Awww, Fin, you didn’t have to wait to open the door for me, you’re such a gent.”
“Door’s locked. Benson’s in there.”
“Benson…but she was…”
Alex and Olivia closed their eyes simultaneously as Munch immediately jumped to the right conclusion.
“Olivia, is Alex in there with you?”
Olivia turned to look questioningly at Alex, wondering what the ADA wanted her to say. Alex sighed.
“Yes, John, I’m in here. We’re coming out now.”
“Evidently!”
Olivia rolled her eyes at Alex.
“Nice choice of words, counsellor.”
Alex shrugged and moved to the door. She turned the key and opened it to find Munch and Fin standing with their mouths open. Elliot was slightly behind them, he had obviously been talking to Cragen about a file, which was now forgotten in Cragen’s hand. Elliot looked worried, Cragen looked like he’d just heard something he didn’t want to hear. Alex looked back over her shoulder.
“Are you coming to lunch or what?”
Olivia nodded and they walked out of the room, Olivia pointedly ignored Munch but cast an apologetic glance at Cragen. As they exited the station house they heard distant rumblings. Munch calling Elliot a bastard for not telling them. Cragen repeating the words ‘Alex’ ‘Olivia’ and ‘The Crib’ incredulously. Olivia sighed, she was in for a long afternoon. Her heart lightened a little as she felt Alex’s hand slip into hers.
“Well, look on the bright side, at least now you can tell Cragen why you need Friday night to remain undisturbed.”
Olivia turned to her and smiled, gaining an equally bright smile in return.
“Yeah, I guess I can.”
*****
At eight o’clock on Friday night, Olivia found herself standing at Alex’s door with a bottle of wine. The door opened and Alex greeted her with a kiss. She pulled away and took the wine from Olivia.
“Come on in.”
Alex stood aside to let Olivia enter. She closed the door as Olivia hung her jacket up. Alex put the bottle of wine on an ornamental table and stepped closer to Olivia.
“Now, isn’t this far more civilised?”
She reached forward and pulled Olivia’s sweater out slightly, peeking down into her cleavage. Olivia pulled away, laughing.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Alex moved in and wrapped her arms around Olivia’s neck.
“Just making sure you’re not wearing that damn bra.”
Their lips met briefly. Olivia lifted her nose into the air.
“I don’t smell cooking.”
Alex shook her head.
“I can’t cook to save my life. I thought we might order pizza in. Afterwards.”
Olivia grinned.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Alex stepped out of the embrace and took Olivia’s hand, leading her down the hallway toward her bedroom. Olivia paused as they reach the door, something occurring to her.
“Oh, one thing Alex?”
“Yes?”
“Leave your glasses on.”
Alex smiled and pulled Olivia into the room for an evening without interruption. And a night. And a morning after.
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Ok so there was lot of hotness in this but I am completely in love with the two time Alex's glasses get mentioned - I think you should just be writing sonnets and odes to Alex and those glasses.
I love the way everyone found out and that thus far it is no big deal, I love that tough cups don't ask about feelings and I love that Alex is controlling and spontaneous (at this point she is kind of reminding me of Lisa Miller who would raised children with scheduled time for spontaneity)
My fav lines (other than any time the glasses are mentioned are Alex's) -
“Is that so, Detective Munch? And what will people say?”
”Before I forget, I was thinking, we really should pencil in time to have sex soon.”
“Well then, how about instead of lunch, we have a little…spontaneity instead?”
And for some reason I love the fact that Alex is annoyed that she can't sit up on the bed in the crib.
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But, do expect 'An Ode to the Glasses of Truth and Justice' to appear when I get my poetry hat on.
I love the way everyone found out and that thus far it is no big deal - You know me, I don't do 'issues'. Therefore, Alex and Olivia's relationship will be completely accepted by their friends and employers and will in no way affect Alex's career aspirations. That way I can get on with the fun and avoid the angst. It's an easy out, I know, but I often go that route.
I love that tough cups don't ask about feelings - This sentence made me laugh because I was imagining tea-cups with tattoos and scars, bullying the mugs. Is it strange that a little slip in spelling amuses me this much?
I'm glad that your fave lines are Alex's. She's the one I enjoy writing the most (although, the fics do seem to be mostly from Olivia's point of view...not sure how that happened).
And for some reason I love the fact that Alex is annoyed that she can't sit up on the bed in the crib. - That image really amused me too! And when I came to write it I found it really difficult to convey in words, so I'm glad that you found it funny.
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You know me, I don't do 'issues'. and you know that I am all about them - so any fic I write will be full of them.
This sentence made me laugh because I was imagining tea-cups with tattoos and scars, bullying the mugs. Is it strange that a little slip in spelling amuses me this much? That's so funny - I am now picturing the squad a la Mrs Potts and Chip singing Be Out Guest but as it pertains to spending quite some time at Rikers.
I'm glad that your fave lines are Alex's That may be because I love her the most.
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I am a needy little thing who can't tell if twins are monozygotic or dizygotic so I need lots of love and support - Awwww, poor baby!
and you know that I am all about them - so any fic I write will be full of them. - I would have expected no less!
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Awwww, poor baby! Thanks - I may be needing support for some time.
I would have expected no less! Just so long as you are prepared!!!