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Title: Dream in Motion (and Other Winning Phrases from Songs by Billy Ocean) (4/4)
Author: Alsike
Pairing: Alex/Olivia, Serena/Casey, Alex/F (you tell me who it is)
Rating: NC-17 Warning! Warning! This is really dirty! The dirty bits continue in this chapter!
Although there is technically no explicit sexual intercourse in this story, there is sexual contact. According to the New York State Penal Code "Sexual contact" means any touching of the sexual or other intimate parts of a person for the purpose of gratifying sexual desire of either party. It includes the touching of the actor by the victim, as well as the touching of the victim by the actor, whether directly or through clothing.
And this, my friends, is most definitely explicitly described.
Disclaimer: Dick Wolf, I most deeply apologize for violating and abusing your characters. Actually, you treat them worse than me. So I don't apologize. But they still don't belong to me.
Summary: This is another of my repulsive AUs that was written purely for pornographic gratification and managed to morph into something more complicated and less sexually fulfilling. The idea was stolen from lexus_grey 's Rockstar chart: Principal/Cheerleader.
It was when Alex had just stepped out of her shower at home, and turned, glancing over her shoulder as she grabbed her towel, and seeing her reflection in the anti-fog mirror that she realized what had happened. Dark bruises were forming on her ass. Olivia had hit her hard enough to leave marks, not that it took much force to mark her fair skin.
She had been manipulated, violated, and humiliated, and afterwards she had curled up in Olivia’s lap like a pet. What had she been thinking?
She dressed quickly and set out. She knew where Olivia lived, and in a few minutes, she parked her Spider at the curb.
The garage door was open. Olivia’s car was parked in the driveway, and Alex could see Olivia changing a tire on her bike inside the garage. She walked in.
“I cannot believe I let you do that to me!”
Olivia glanced up from her bike, a dry expression on her face.
“You’re some kind of pervert, aren’t you? One of those S and-“
Olivia’s hand was pressing against her mouth, holding it tightly shut. Her head was bent over Alex’s shoulder, mouth near her ear, and her body so close that every time she breathed their breasts would touch.
“Don’t you ever shut up?”
Alex could feel Olivia’s humid breath on her ear. She couldn’t think to even try and speak. Olivia’s palm still pressed firmly against her lips.
“Get on your knees.”
Olivia stepped away and grabbed a cloth that she wiped her hands on. They were oily. Black streaks marked Alex’s cheek.
“What?”
Olivia pinned her with a look. “We both know why you’re here. Let’s stop kidding ourselves.”
Alex stared at her blankly. She stayed confused, while Olivia smiled. She closed the distance again and cupped Alex’s breast. Alex choked, but didn’t jerk away. Olivia gave it a squeeze, as if testing an orange, and then dropped her hand, turning back to the metal racks on the wall. Five black fingerprints traced the curve of Alex’s breast on her white shirt.
“Lines have been crossed,” said Olivia, musingly, as if she were talking to herself. “We can’t go back, now. We might as well go forward. It’s what we both want.” She glanced over her shoulder at Alex. “I thought I told you to get on your knees.”
Alex dropped to her knees on the hard cement floor. She didn’t know why Olivia’s voice made her want to obey. It wasn’t as if she had been trained that way. She had made it her business to disobey any order given to her, and now she was rolling over like a pet dog? It wasn’t her mind, it couldn’t be. She didn’t want to obey her. But her body wasn’t listening. It was as if Olivia could speak straight to her nervous system, bypassing all the higher functions that were supposed to be in between.
“Crawl over there and hit that button. We don’t need neighbors walking past.”
The cement dug into Alex’s palms and her knees as she made her way over to the door control panel. She didn’t want to turn her back on Olivia, she would have a perfect view of her ass, crawling away, the one she had beaten that afternoon, but sidling backwards would be worse. The moment she turned she felt herself get wet, just imagining Olivia’s eyes on her.
The door came down, and Alex stayed huddled on her knees over by the function. God, what was she thinking? How could she do this?
She got to her feet, it was harder than she had thought.
“Olivia.”
“I thought I told you not to call me that.”
Alex flinched at the harshness in her voice, and then cursed herself for being so weak. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I didn’t come over here for this.”
Olivia crossed the garage in three steps. “Then why?” she asked, her face inches from Alex’s, staring her down.
“What you did to me was sick.”
“I did to you what any parent does to a misbehaving child.”
“You left marks!”
“Then maybe you’ll remember the lesson!” Olivia grabbed Alex’s shoulder and shoved downward. “I thought I told you to get on your knees and shut up!”
Alex tripped and fell on her side. Olivia took a hold on her hair and dragged her to her knees. Alex heard the ripping sound of duct tape being peeled off the roll. Olivia slapped it over her mouth, lifted her hair, and wound it around her head twice, before tearing the end off. Alex reached for the tape to jerk it off, but in a moment Olivia had caught her hands and bound her wrists together behind her back. Alex tried struggling, and tried yelling, but the duct tape held firm. She tried to stand but her balance was off, and she fell back onto the cold cement. She started to panic. She couldn’t breathe through her mouth, she couldn’t breathe at all, she couldn’t move…
Olivia’s arms wrapped around her, and held her face.
“Breathe slowly through your nose.”
Again, Alex couldn’t help but obey, she could breathe again. She wasn’t getting a lot of air, but she could handle it for a while. Olivia was stroking her hair.
“You okay, baby?”
Alex nodded slightly. Olivia’s hands seemed to push calm into her. She was gagged and her wrists were bound, but she didn’t feel afraid, well, that wasn’t true. There was a frisson of terror in her stomach, but it was mixed with excitement. Maybe she had come here for a reason.
Olivia stood up, and Alex missed her the moment her touch was gone. She stood in front of her, her arms crossed, and looking down at kneeling Alex, with a planning expression.
“I didn’t expect you back this soon,” she said. “I thought you’d wait for the bruises to fade.”
Alex didn’t react. She hadn’t thought Olivia would have been expecting her at all.
“But I suppose there’s a lot you deserve to be punished for.”
Alex furrowed her brow at that. She disagreed, but couldn’t respond. Olivia grinned at her expression.
“Oh, I do like you gagged. That mouth of yours is the nastiest part of you. Maybe next time I’ll wash it out with soap.”
Alex narrowed her eyes.
Olivia reached out and pinched her nose, closing off all her airways. Alex tried to jerk her head away. She couldn’t breathe! Olivia wouldn’t let go. She felt herself start to get lightheaded. She was going to pass out. She was going to die! As she thought that her nipples stiffened. Olivia released her nose and she sucked in as much air as she could. Olivia was looking at her musingly, and Alex felt herself begin to blush. She had been suffocating and it had turned her on.
“You blow dried your hair before coming to see me.”
Alex stared. Where had that come from?
“I liked it this afternoon though, all tangled. It’s kind of curly naturally, isn’t it?”
Alex nodded once, shortly.
“I liked you a lot this afternoon: all mussed up and angry. The lack of underwear was a nice touch. It’s too bad I didn’t check to see if you were wearing a bra.”
Olivia smiled. Then she dropped to one knee and unbuttoned the top button on Alex’s shirt.
“I suppose we can check now.”
Alex leaned her head back as far as she could to try and see Olivia’s fingertips, undoing each button. Her shirt parted, revealing the white lace bra that fastened at the front. Olivia smiled, and a shudder ran down Alex’s spine. The cold from the cement floor was seeping into her knees, and her arms had started to ache from staying in such an awkward position, but all she could focus on were Olivia’s fingers, unhooking her bra and letting it droop awkwardly from her shoulders. Her breasts hung free, and Olivia flicked her nipples lightly with her thumbs. They were only half hard, so Olivia pinched Alex’s nose closed again. Alex’s heart started racing involuntarily. She couldn’t do this! She couldn’t deal with this. It was shaming. Olivia knew that all she had to do was fucking strangle her and her nipples would harden right up. Olivia’s palm made a circle, rubbing against one, and Alex jerked her head back, this time not trying to loosen Olivia’s grip, but in pure physical response to the heat and wetness that pooled between her thighs.
She could breathe again, but Olivia’s hand had slipped under her skirt and between her legs, tracing one finger along the soaked crotch of her once clean underwear. How could she be so wet and swollen already? But it wasn’t as if it hadn’t been building up since the spanking that afternoon. Here, bound, with Olivia so close to her, she could admit it. The spanking had turned her on. Here she didn’t have to worry about the judgment of the rest of the world. Olivia’s finger pressed a little more firmly into her crotch.
“Are you a virgin?”
Alex felt shame suffuse her. She nodded. Olivia looked shocked, and made a move to pull away, but Alex made a bleating whimper, more from her chest than her mouth, begging her not to pull away now. Olivia paused, still looking at her with something between pity and guilt on her face.
“Are you sure you want this?”
Alex nodded again, jerkily. She didn’t know if she would have been able to speak, and right now she was grateful for the gag.
“Wow.” Olivia sat back on her heels, just looking at her. Alex felt tears start to well up in her eyes. What must she look like right now, with duct tape covering her mouth, her shirt and bra open, her breasts hanging free, her skirt hiked up until it covered nothing? Would Olivia want this mess?
“Get up, I’m not going to fuck you for the first time in the garage.”
Alex was sure she couldn’t get to her feet on her own. She wasn’t even sure her legs could carry her, but Olivia caught her arm and helped her to her feet. She staggered after her towards the door, and stepped into Olivia’s kitchen. Olivia left her leaning against the counter, and disappeared into another room.
Alex spent the time looking around the kitchen. It seemed like a perfectly normal kitchen, not one where someone with dark perverse sexual desires would live. But then again, she apparently had dark perverse sexual desires, so she probably shouldn’t wonder at it not showing up in the kitchen. She rocked slightly against the counter. She was still turned on, and she couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to be like. Olivia was going to fuck her. That was the first comprehensible idea she had encountered today. But with someone like Olivia, she wasn’t entirely clear on what it would mean.
“Found it!”
Alex jumped as Olivia reentered the kitchen brandishing a box cutter. People had been murdered with box cutters just recently; she heard it on the news. She was going to die. She was going to die and Olivia would fuck her dead body.
Olivia caught her arms and she heard a shredding, then Olivia ripped the duct tape off her wrists. She would have screamed if it weren’t for the gag. Olivia grinned at her. The box cutter was far too near her face. There was no way she was going to use that to cut the duct tape off her face.
Alex shook her head fiercely, but Olivia’s hand cupped the nape of her neck. The blade of the box cutter pressed gently into her cheek, and Olivia dragged it down. It stung, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t or the box cutter could suddenly have penetrated her cheek. Olivia peeled back the duct tape gently, but it hurt. Then suddenly Olivia ripped it from her mouth, and Alex yelled, her newly released voice shocking even her. Olivia lifted her hair and dragged the sticky tape off her neck. Alex reached up and touched the tacky residue. She didn’t say anything, just shot Olivia an expression that said clearly: this is gross. Then she pressed her finger where the box cutter had dug into her skin. A thin trace of blood marked her finger.
“You cut me!” Alex hissed, brandishing her finger. Olivia caught her hand and licked the blood from it. Then she grinned.
“You’ll bleed again before I’m done with you,” she said, and started for the stairs.
Alex felt her knees shudder. But she followed. She couldn’t not follow.
* * *
Alex’s English teacher had pulled her aside after class and thanked her, rather weepily, for being the only person who had read the book or had anything interesting to say in class at all. It was repulsive and she escaped as soon as she could.
Serena was waiting for her in the small set of bleachers near the softball field. Alex had gotten used to finding her there now that it was spring and cheerleading was over.
Serena gave her an inquiring look. Alex dropped her backpack limply and dropped onto the bench an odd expression on her face.
“I don’t like who I am anymore.”
Serena’s eyes widened. Alex glanced from her to the softball field where the team was starting practice.
“I don’t like who you've become either.”
“Oh, thanks a lot.”
“Seriously, though. My English teacher just groveled at my feet for making her life worth living, and I just wondered why I was making the effort. That book was the most banal, moralistic, idiotic piece of trash I have ever encountered, and the most important thing the teacher got out of it was vocabulary. I got a perfect score on the SATs, I do not need vocabulary builder lessons.”
Serena laughed.
Alex glared at her. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
“Oh! I was just watching, I mean…” She looked contrite, but Alex wasn’t about to forgive her.
She stood grabbing her bag. “There’s no point in telling you this.”
Alex marched back up to the school and straight to the English wing. She found her teacher just coming out of her office.
“Look!”
The teacher dropped her bag. Alex didn’t help her pick it up.
“I read the book. It was a bad book. I came to class. It was stultifying, and if you don’t know what that means, spell it s-t-u-p-i-d. And I’ve been coming to class, and I’ve been being good, and I am sick of it.”
“That’s interesting to hear.”
Alex whirled. Olivia was standing behind her, that look in her eyes that said she’d regret what she’d just done.
“Guess what,” Alex hissed. “I don’t care.”
And she stormed out.
When Alex came into Olivia’s house through the garage, Olivia was turned away from the door, doing something at the sink. She heard Alex enter and called out, “Take your pants down and lie with your face on the floor.”
Alex wasn’t having any of that. “Olivia.”
Olivia looked around at her, giving her the warning glare for using her name. “What did I say?”
“I’m not interested.”
“Do you think you’re just going to get away with what you said to that poor teacher?”
“That ‘poor teacher’ just wasted an hour of my life.”
“Well, It looks like the brat’s returned.”
“Don’t call me that, Olivia.”
She stepped forward, angry at the blatant disobeyal of her ground rules.
“What did you say?”
“O-li-vi-a.”
Alex’s head snapped to the side as Olivia’s brisk backhand connected with her cheek. She just grit her teeth and struck back, her closed fist making Olivia stagger a step or two backwards. She held her hand to her face where Alex had connected.
“We need a time out. I’m not playing your sick little games, and if I can’t talk to you like I’m a human being and not your pet dog, I am walking out that door and I will never walk back in.”
Olivia sank into a stool at the counter. “Fine. Let’s talk. Let’s talk about why you think it’s okay to hit me again.”
“Maybe because I want to hit you sometimes. Maybe I want to be you for a little while. You get it all. You get me kneeling at your feet here and at school, and I’ve had enough of both. You wanted to control me, and it was exciting and sexy to be controlled for a little while, it still is, but not when I’m being punished for something I had to do.”
“You had to mouth off to that teacher?”
“I did. Because I’m not the kind of girl who sits down and shuts up. I get what I want. Whatever I want. And that’s not because I’m rich or spoiled. It’s because I take it. I just reach out and take it. And I wanted you. But you’re the one thing I don’t have.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to fuck you. I want to hurt you and make you scream. I want something besides your anger and your indifference.”
“I can’t let you do that.”
“Then I can’t do this anymore.”
* * *
It was disgustingly hot in the middle of June, and Alex was standing in front of her locker, wondering how she had accumulated so much crap in barely nine months. She had found a garbage bag and thrust wads of paper into it, regardless of whether it was calculus homework or English notes, or even a dog-eared copy of the Scarlet Letter. She hated that book, and it had no covers anyway.
She could see Serena over by the stairs, saying goodbye to her girlfriend and sniveling. Alex rolled her eyes. They wouldn’t have even gotten together if Casey hadn’t finally taken the initiative.
There was a small cough from behind her, and Alex turned. Olivia was standing there, arms crossed.
“You going to recycle that?”
“Don’t I always?”
Things were still a little awkward after Alex had finally stood up and told her that she didn’t want to be her bitch anymore. It had been fun, and enlightening, but she wanted to try out some of the things she had learned, and Olivia wouldn’t let her. It had been a disappointment.
But they had left each other alone since then. Neither challenging the other’s authority. This was the first time they had spoken personally since.
Olivia held out a package, wrapped unobtrusively in brown paper. “Graduation present.” She leaned closer and whispered in Alex’s ear. “Don’t open it in public.”
Alex couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face as she hugged the box to her. Olivia kissed her cheek and stepped away. “Have fun in college, but not too much fun.”
Alex shook the box lightly, thinking she discerned a clink. Whatever it was, she was sure it would make her college experience absolutely incredible.
* * *
Three and a half years later, Alex leaned against the wall, as she watched the dancing and tried to ignore Serena’s whining.
“Casey doesn’t want me to come over tonight.”
“God, Serena. You’re going to make that girl flunk out of college, and then she’ll go back to Connecticut and you’ll never see her again.”
Serena gave a slight whimper. “I think she’s into one of the girls on her softball team.”
“You are pathetic.” Alex glared at her. “Why am I still friends with you?”
She turned away from her irritating companion and looked back at the dancers. “Who’s she?” She pointed to a girl with wild dark hair who was the center of attention, even though Alex judged her dancing to be too exuberant to be sexy. Still, she was managing to give most of the boys in the room a hard-on.
“Her?” Serena gave her an odd look and Alex glared right back. Just because she was her best friend and had been so forever did not give her the right to judge Alex’s taste in women. Especially because she was still dating ‘fashion disaster.’ “I think she’s one of the frat boys’ girlfriends. She doesn’t go here; she’s been crashing in his room for a week.”
“Hmm.”
“Alex…” Serena sounded tentative. “You’re not going to-“
But Alex had already started out into the middle of the room and her words were lost in the music.
The girl saw her approach and welcomed it, with smile and an offered hand. Alex took it and stepped in close. “You’re a terrible dancer,” she said.
The girl just linked her arms around Alex’s neck and pressed her hips into her. “Yeah? You going to show me something better?”
Alex slid her hands down her back and they moved slowly together. “Maybe. If you show potential.”
“If I didn’t show potential, you wouldn’t be here.”
Alex kissed her. The girl took the challenge.
There was applause, which they ignored.
Ten minutes later they were heading towards the door. Someone was shouting over the music, probably the frat-boyfriend, they ignored this too. In the hallway the girl kissed Alex, sliding her hands up under her shirt to cup her breasts.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Are you sure you can handle it?”
“I can take anything you want to give me.”
Alex let a grin spread across her face. It had been a long since she had a chance to try some of the things in her box. “Good,” she said.
Alex was a little surprised to wake up to smiling blue eyes and sex mussed hair. Most people she brought over who didn’t flee in the middle of the night never to be seen again, gave her the awkward speech about her being ‘too intense’ and then avoided her at all opportunities.
“Hey.”
Alex had left fingerprints on the girl’s throat. It made her squirm, in a good way. “… Good morning.”
The girl grinned, and then kissed her. She tasted like mint. Alex considered the probability of her having stolen her toothbrush, and then whether she cared.
“Cocoa Puffs?”
Alex frowned, bewildered. The girl hopped off the bed and rummaged in a bag she hadn’t seen before, then tossed her a mini-box of cereal that looked like it had been shoplifted out of the school cafeteria. Distracted by the nudity, Alex didn’t mention that she usually avoided chocolate-flavored items for breakfast.
“You’re still here.”
The girl flashed a smile over her shoulder. “You’re really kinky.”
“And…”
A hot look and a flick of the eyebrows. “I like that.”
It wasn’t until the third evening Alex found the girl waiting outside her dorm that she realized she might have gotten more than she bargained for when picking up a random stranger at a party. She didn’t let the realization interfere with the sex, which had only gotten better. But she stayed awake longer than usual afterwards, inspecting the ligature marks on the girl’s wrists, and wondering whether to curse Olivia or thank her.
FIN
Yeah, please don't kill me for the ending. But seriously...