The Jacket
Fin Tutuola sat patiently in the driver’s seat of the burgundy Crown Victoria while he watched Olivia Benson dash across the street while carrying two cups of coffee. With a grunt Olivia slid into the front seat and stared impatiently at the metal gate of the closed shop.
“I’m freezing my ass off, when is he going to show up?” Olivia whined as her head landed on the foggy passenger door window.
“It’s like Christmas Eve,” Fin whispered as he squinted his eyes and pointed at his watch. Ten minutes later an old man lumbered to the store front and lifted the rusty metal gate.
“There!” Olivia shouted as she and Fin sprinted to the now open store front. Fin raced trough the open door and made his way to the back of the tiny shop to rummage through cardboard boxes.
Olivia still in the storefront, face full of awe, held in her hand a distressed black leather jacket. She pushed the soft sleeve to her nose then took a deep whiff of the supple leather. The female detective lovingly ran her fingers over the beautifully stitched jacket seams and tapped the shiny metal buttons. Olivia rubbed the soft quilted liner between her thumb and pointer finger then stuffed her fist into the inside breast pocket. She then slipped the cool leather over her shoulders. The jacket was perfect and it would soon be hers.
Fin, still in the back of the store, cursed loudly and stomped towards the old man behind the cash register. “Where is it, Ira?” Fin’s menacing scowl made the old man laugh as he took delight in the male detective’s helplessly angry demeanor.
“Calm down detective, I’ve got your purchase right here. Can I assume you’ve just delivered me another repeat customer?” Fin nodded devilishly as he reminded Ira that another repeat customer meant another five percent discount on this and future purchases.
Fin, suddenly at Olivia’s side and clad in his brown leather pea coat, smiled broadly and whispered, “Damn we look good.”
Olivia stared at her squared leather clad shoulders. She zipped and unzipped the jacket, and ran her fingers across the silver button adorning the collar. She did look good and she knew it!
Alex Cabot eyed the detectives as they strolled giddily into the squad room, her eyes paying particular attention to Olivia’s leather clad torso. Amanda Rollins let out a wolf whistle as her partner made his way to his desk, “Lookin’ good, Fin!”
Rollins nodded towards Olivia and gave her a enthusiastic thumb's up gesture. Alex remained silent the whole time, her blue gaze following Olivia as the detective lovingly draped her new purchase across the back of her desk chair.
Suddenly, Captain Cragen emerged from his office demanding the immediate presence of detectives Benson, Tutuola, and Rollins. The three detectives marched into the older man’s office, just before the captain slammed the door shut. Alex took the opportunity to vacate the squad room but not before smoothly lifting and taking a black garment from the back of an empty desk chair.
A few hours later, Alex Cabot listened to an angry voice mail from an obviously frustrated SVU detective. “I can’t believe this shit!” “Some asshole stole my jacket!” “Of course, none of these morons saw a thing, no one knows what happened!” “Alex, my jacket is gone!”
Soon after, Alex heard her apartment door open then slam shut. Olivia was home and she was pissed.
“I’m in the bedroom, my love,” Alex cooed hoping to coax the sulky detective to her. Alex arranged herself on the bed as soon as she heard Olivia stomp toward the bedroom.
“Oh, my God,” were the first and only words to leave the brunette’s mouth as she took in the sight before her. Alex Cabot, on the middle of the bed, naked with the exception of a black leather jacket.
Alex pointed to the arm chair in the corner of the room and in a husky tone said, “Sit down, gorgeous.” Olivia blinked at Alex then the chair then awkwardly made her way to the corner of the room.
Alex waited until the detective was situated then opened the jacket she was wearing to reveal her pert breasts and hardened nipples. Then began a show Alex Cabot never thought she would ever put on, and Olivia Benson never thought she would see. Alex, clad only in black leather, brought herself to orgasm.
The blond ADA moaned heavily as she removed her glistening fingers from between her legs. She then turned her bespectacled blue gaze to the woman breathing heavily in a suddenly too far chair.
“Olivia, my love, every time you wear this jacket I want you to think of me. Think about how sexy I think you look in this jacket and how wet I am when I think of your gorgeous body clad in this soft leather. Think about me touching myself because I am so turned by the thought your strong arms, your broad back, your tight abs, all beneath this black.”
Olivia moved slowly from her seated position to the large bed, “Alex, sweetie, every time I wear this, I will think about how my girlfriend stole my far too expensive jacket and then made me make a fool of myself by accusing half of the squad of theft. I will then think about how I had to walk home in the cold because said girlfriend thought it was funny to take my personal property.”
A slow smile graced Alex’s lips as she pulled a particular toy from the breast pocket of the jacket. The attorney dangled a strap-on in her hand and she husked, “I thought you be mad, so how about you show me your long arm of the law...and detective...it’s your turn to wear the jacket.”