Cooking (3/?)
Title: Cooking
Disclaimer: These don’t belong to me, just borrowing them
Pairing: Benson/Cabot (though if you’re reading this and still haven’t figured it out…come on)
A/N: Part Four (wow) of my “Actions” series. First is “Running”, Second is “Dancing” and third is “Inviting”.
A/N2: Thanks to everyone who commented
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Taking a deep breath Olivia turned and willed her legs to move. There was no choice, never had been. Things couldn't keep going the way they were, something had to change…
She sat on the couch and nodded for Alex to join her. There was a tense moment as the blonde was stone still. But finally Alex moved, coming to sit stiffly on the couch, her body angled away from the detective. "Alex," Olivia said softly, reaching out and after a slight hesitation rested her hand on the blonde's forearm. "You don't have to apologize to me…ever. I should be saying sorry," She licked dry lips, but forced herself to continue. "Last Saturday…last Saturday we had gone out and you had gotten a little drunk. I'm not upset with anything you did…more with how I almost handled the situation."
"What situation?" Alex asked softly, her voice even yet harsh. "What did I do that made you so upset? Hit on you? Kiss you?"
"We danced together, quiet closely," Olivia acquiesced. "But no you didn't kiss me." 'Not for lack of trying.' "You started to get dizzy so I brought you back here, got you cleaned up and helped you lay down."
"I remember that part. You were perfect," Alex said, her voice softening ever so slightly and Olivia felt her cheeks heat up as the words were said more then just a statement of facts, but almost as a compliment. The blonde shook her head slightly as if shaking herself from thoughts before blue eyes hardened once more. "What did you mean almost handled it."
"We were both a little drunk and I almost…"
"Almost what?" Alex's voice was softer, but blue eyes were still staring intently into brown.
"Can we just forget about what happened? Just go back to how things were before that night?"
Alex sighed, turning away again. Olivia thought for a moment the blonde was disappointed, but she chalked that up to her own imagination. She watched the ADA cross her arms, her body stiff and almost looking as if she was preparing for a fight.
"What if I don't want to?" The words were so soft, so pain filled Olivia wondered if she heard them even as her heart began to break.
"Alex?"
"I don't want to forget." The blonde gave a sad, humorless chuckle. "The past few weeks since…finding that bastard LunDuvall, since basically being disowned by my family…all of that I would gladly forget."
Olivia was shocked at the news of the woman's family. She didn't know that Alex's family was that mad at her. 'Then again it's not like you've really been around her since his sentencing have you, Benson?' She snapped at herself, forcing her mind back to Alex's words.
"I'd gladly erase all of that…but…not you…not any of the memories of us together. Whether it was out on a run, working or even last weekend. And before you ask yes I remember last weekend. Not all of it, but enough."
Stunned silence was the only response for the blonde's confession. Blue eyes turned to glance at widening brown. "Olivia?"
She didn't know what to say. Words were escaping the detective and as every moment passed in silence she saw the worry and fear ratchet up another notch in the ADA's body.
"What…what do you remember?"
"Only flashes really…but I do remember almost kissing you. And you stopping me and then taking me back here and taking care of me. Even though I acted like an idiot, you still took care of me. I woke up the next morning feeling awful…then when I got to work I felt even worse. I thought I'd lost my best friend."
The vulnerability in the normally stoic blonde broke Olivia who wrapped her hand gently around the blonde's arm, tugging just as softly. Alex turned her eyes towards the Detective and an eyebrow raised in question. Olivia cursed softly when she immediately felt the muscle under her hand tense and said, "You can't lose me."
"This last week would be a perfect example of the opposite, Detective." Alex snapped, her previous hurt roaring back. The statement cut through Olivia and she dropped her gaze, knowing she deserved it.
"I'm not…great with expressing myself, Alex. Usually if someone doesn't have to do with a case I'm clueless," Olivia said, knowing honesty was the best policy at the moment. Despite how much she wanted to be running right now. "My relationships tend to go badly, me and Elliot's being one of the very few exceptions, and…I want to make up for being an ass this last week. When you needed me most. Please," She asked softly, looking straight into Alex's eyes and willing her to see the sincerity.
Time seemed to still as a silent battle seemed to rage. As the second ticked by Olivia grew more and more worried that it was too late to fix their friendship. Just as she was bringing her hand away she felt more then saw Alex move forward and soon she was experiencing the exquisite sensation of Alexandra Cabot buried in her arms. Without thinking Olivia leaned back, propping herself in the small nitch were the arm of the sofa met the back and let Alex lean farther on her.
'This is asking for trouble! Back away now!' Her inner voice screamed but Olivia slapped it away. Listening to it before had caused both herself and the woman she cared the most about a lot of hurt. Right now she was going to offer comfort, treasure this feeling and worry about consequences later.
Besides Alex needed comfort right now, more then anything else. She wasn't going to deny the woman that.
Disclaimer: These don’t belong to me, just borrowing them
Pairing: Benson/Cabot (though if you’re reading this and still haven’t figured it out…come on)
A/N: Part Four (wow) of my “Actions” series. First is “Running”, Second is “Dancing” and third is “Inviting”.
A/N2: Thanks to everyone who commented
-=-
Taking a deep breath Olivia turned and willed her legs to move. There was no choice, never had been. Things couldn't keep going the way they were, something had to change…
She sat on the couch and nodded for Alex to join her. There was a tense moment as the blonde was stone still. But finally Alex moved, coming to sit stiffly on the couch, her body angled away from the detective. "Alex," Olivia said softly, reaching out and after a slight hesitation rested her hand on the blonde's forearm. "You don't have to apologize to me…ever. I should be saying sorry," She licked dry lips, but forced herself to continue. "Last Saturday…last Saturday we had gone out and you had gotten a little drunk. I'm not upset with anything you did…more with how I almost handled the situation."
"What situation?" Alex asked softly, her voice even yet harsh. "What did I do that made you so upset? Hit on you? Kiss you?"
"We danced together, quiet closely," Olivia acquiesced. "But no you didn't kiss me." 'Not for lack of trying.' "You started to get dizzy so I brought you back here, got you cleaned up and helped you lay down."
"I remember that part. You were perfect," Alex said, her voice softening ever so slightly and Olivia felt her cheeks heat up as the words were said more then just a statement of facts, but almost as a compliment. The blonde shook her head slightly as if shaking herself from thoughts before blue eyes hardened once more. "What did you mean almost handled it."
"We were both a little drunk and I almost…"
"Almost what?" Alex's voice was softer, but blue eyes were still staring intently into brown.
"Can we just forget about what happened? Just go back to how things were before that night?"
Alex sighed, turning away again. Olivia thought for a moment the blonde was disappointed, but she chalked that up to her own imagination. She watched the ADA cross her arms, her body stiff and almost looking as if she was preparing for a fight.
"What if I don't want to?" The words were so soft, so pain filled Olivia wondered if she heard them even as her heart began to break.
"Alex?"
"I don't want to forget." The blonde gave a sad, humorless chuckle. "The past few weeks since…finding that bastard LunDuvall, since basically being disowned by my family…all of that I would gladly forget."
Olivia was shocked at the news of the woman's family. She didn't know that Alex's family was that mad at her. 'Then again it's not like you've really been around her since his sentencing have you, Benson?' She snapped at herself, forcing her mind back to Alex's words.
"I'd gladly erase all of that…but…not you…not any of the memories of us together. Whether it was out on a run, working or even last weekend. And before you ask yes I remember last weekend. Not all of it, but enough."
Stunned silence was the only response for the blonde's confession. Blue eyes turned to glance at widening brown. "Olivia?"
She didn't know what to say. Words were escaping the detective and as every moment passed in silence she saw the worry and fear ratchet up another notch in the ADA's body.
"What…what do you remember?"
"Only flashes really…but I do remember almost kissing you. And you stopping me and then taking me back here and taking care of me. Even though I acted like an idiot, you still took care of me. I woke up the next morning feeling awful…then when I got to work I felt even worse. I thought I'd lost my best friend."
The vulnerability in the normally stoic blonde broke Olivia who wrapped her hand gently around the blonde's arm, tugging just as softly. Alex turned her eyes towards the Detective and an eyebrow raised in question. Olivia cursed softly when she immediately felt the muscle under her hand tense and said, "You can't lose me."
"This last week would be a perfect example of the opposite, Detective." Alex snapped, her previous hurt roaring back. The statement cut through Olivia and she dropped her gaze, knowing she deserved it.
"I'm not…great with expressing myself, Alex. Usually if someone doesn't have to do with a case I'm clueless," Olivia said, knowing honesty was the best policy at the moment. Despite how much she wanted to be running right now. "My relationships tend to go badly, me and Elliot's being one of the very few exceptions, and…I want to make up for being an ass this last week. When you needed me most. Please," She asked softly, looking straight into Alex's eyes and willing her to see the sincerity.
Time seemed to still as a silent battle seemed to rage. As the second ticked by Olivia grew more and more worried that it was too late to fix their friendship. Just as she was bringing her hand away she felt more then saw Alex move forward and soon she was experiencing the exquisite sensation of Alexandra Cabot buried in her arms. Without thinking Olivia leaned back, propping herself in the small nitch were the arm of the sofa met the back and let Alex lean farther on her.
'This is asking for trouble! Back away now!' Her inner voice screamed but Olivia slapped it away. Listening to it before had caused both herself and the woman she cared the most about a lot of hurt. Right now she was going to offer comfort, treasure this feeling and worry about consequences later.
Besides Alex needed comfort right now, more then anything else. She wasn't going to deny the woman that.