For Her -final chapter
ok here is the final Chapter! Wow! I hope people like it, I sure enjoyed writing it!
Gigi
Alex waited anxiously for Liv to answer, 'What possessed me? Did I just proposition Detective Olivia Benson? Alex was, however, proud that she hadn't relinquished her hold on Liv's hand; it felt too good. Here she was stripped bare: no more barriers, or Ice…just Alex. Olivia stood still for a moment before answering,
"Sure." Such a short vague response but Alex's heard soared nonetheless. They walked slowly to the street; Alex led Liv like a stray, holding her hand all the while. After hailing down a taxi, they sat in silence.
The sexual tension in the back of the cab was so thick; you couldn't cut it with a chainsaw. They sat on opposite sides, their hands clasped in the middle. Olivia picked up their joined hands and began to leisurely massage the back of Alex's palm with her free hand. Small circles began to ease the tightness all her paperwork had caused. Alex smirked inside, 'Not the type of tightness I had wanted relieved…'
Both of their eyes were fixated on their hands, watching the connection in a state of awe. Alex couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping her lips as Liv kneaded a particularly sore muscle. Olivia's eyes shot up and met her own. Time seemed to stand still, Olivia's hands had stopped. Alex watched as Olivia's eyes fell down from her eyes to her lips. Slowly they came together in a soft kiss. It was gentle, testing the waters if you will. Alex had gone through too much in the last twenty four hours to let that continue for long. She ran both hands through Liv's caramel locks and pulled her into the kiss. Olivia, apparently, didn't need much prodding. Soon Alex was on her back with two tongues fighting for supremacy within her mouth. Not that she minded. There was a frenzy of hands gliding over as much skin as possible, afraid that the other would disappear.
"Ahem. We're here," Their heads shot towards the front and found a middle aged man smiling at them, "Not that I wasn't tempted to just let you two keep going…but I, unfortunately, have to make a living." His smile was warm, not sleazy. The two of them tried to shoot up and out of the cab only to realize that they somehow, during their excursion, had ended up in the same seatbelt. They walked up to Alex's apartment, buzzing with the aftershocks of the ride. Alex swore it was the longest elevator ride of her life. She kept glancing at Liv and every time she did, she was met by dark orbs almost black with desire. Alex walked up to her apartment door and slipped the key into the lock. She could feel Liv standing just a few inches behind her. She could even feel her hot breath tickling the back of her neck.
No sooner had she opened the door, she found herself against it. As her own body was used to shut it, she felt Olivia's hands slipping under her over jacket. As soon as it was gone, so was her silk blouse. Alex was determined to shed some clothes as well she swiftly disposed of Liv's tank top. Liv's mouth was on Alex's neck tenderly nipping the hollow of her throat.
Alex felt as if she was on fire, she had never felt so consumed by passion before. Although she had never been kissed like this before either. Olivia's kisses were hard but loving, deep but primal. Then there was the matter of her hands. One of which was currently stroking her thigh just underneath the hem line of her skirt. Alex's head fell back against the oak door as she felt weak. All of Alex's articulacy was replaced by moans and whimpers. As she felt nimble fingers on the zipper of her skirt she decided to turn the tables.
She pushed the hands away and practically tackled Olivia to the floor. They roughly fell onto the wooden floor and Olivia's shocked expression was quickly replaced as Alex's hands slipped beneath the border of her jeans. Quickly slipping them off, Alex took a moment to revel in their length and strength. Soon her thoughts were substituted with something even more stimulating, 'Black lace?'
Letting out a purr she reached for the clasp of Liv's bra, unhooking it with ease. Olivia's hands came to life once again and reached for her own bra only to be halted by Alex. Grabbing hold of each of Olivia's wrists she slammed them on either side of her head. Alex leisurely kissed Liv, delving as deep into her soul as she could. Alex was now straddling her, and while she knew Liv could easily break free she was pleased to see her submissive for once.
"Tsk Tsk, you'll have your turn." The words came out in a voice so low, so primal Alex hardly recognized it as hers. Olivia raised her eyebrows but did not object as Alex began to trail kisses down her neck: drifting slowly down the valley of her breasts, leaving biting down on her scalding flesh as she went. Her tongue took hold of one of Liv's breasts as she latched on like a ravenous infant. She made sure she gave each breast equal attention. She had dreamed of them: perfect fruits of a goddess… with hardened pink apple blossoms as peaks. All of Olivia tasted incredible. Her skin was silk, and tasted of peppermint, sweat and…Liv. All of her senses were consumed by this woman. As her tongue reached Liv's inner thigh, Liv's hips bucked up in response.
Alex had long wondered what it would be like to really taste her. She had tasted her mouth; her skin…the only thing that remained was Liv. She wanted to taste her…unaltered and pure. Deftly she slid the lace down the long expanse of her legs. As she came up once more she settled in between Liv's legs. The first taste was heaven. Better than anything she that had ever previously touched her taste buds. Olivia was already do wet, Alex felt as if she was drowning in her nectar. Sweet and tangy…and Liv. Olivia buckled and moaned deep within her throat,
"Aaa…lll…eee…xx." The jolt that shot down her spine was intense. The strokes of Alex's tongue sped up in response, devouring her. Olivia's hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her in her expedition. Olivia was trembling and Alex's concentration was hindered by the inhumanly miraculous sounds reverberating from Olivia's throat. "A…l…e…x, please." Alex could feel how close Liv was in the marrow of her bones. She was tittering on the edge; Alex had to decide whether to appease her or keep teasing her. The last moan answered her question for her as she greedily licked her lips and slid a finger in. It only took a minute before Alex slipped in a second finger. That was the final straw. Liv began to rock in waves of ecstasy as she came.
Alex sat back and proudly licked her fingers, observing her work while doing so. When Olivia finally came down she sat up. Olivia looked at Alex, and there was now no way to distinguish her pupils from the dark recesses of her eyes.
"My turn." Liv swooped over and picked Alex up like a hawk capturing its prey. Indeed Liv soon captured Alex's lips as she mumbled into her mouth, "Bedroom?" Alex could only point to the right as Liv bit her neck possessively. Once arriving to the bed Liv placed Alex down and straddled her legs. Alex felt hands once again reach the zipper of her skirt, but this time they were pulled away by teeth. Alex cried as Liv's teeth scraped down her legs, removing the skirt. While Liv was low and moaning, Alex was a screamer…and she knew it.
Olivia sat up straight for a moment as her eyes zeroed in on something glittering on Alex's flat stomach,
"You have your belly pierced?" Alex swallowed and opened her mouth a few times attempting to scrounge enough eloquence to utter a complete sentence.
"Teenage rebellion." 'Not quite a full sentence but at least my voice didn't crack.' Live, apparently, wasn't finished just yet,
"Stealing whisky and a navel ring? Why Miss Cabot…" Alex whined at the loss of contact,
"I also fuck women, I know, not very proper. These days it seems it is very hard to 'be fucked' however…" Alex smirked as Liv's eyes stormed in thralls of lust once again. Her smirk didn't last long as Liv started once again. Even more ardent this time, as if she was trying to fuck her brains out. 'At least I'll die happy.'
Her bra was soon gone replaced by two eager hands….and one divine mouth. Alex began to quiver, although not from cold, she was immolated in her passion. Hands were everywhere, tongue, lips, it was overwhelming and yet not enough. Alex's hips bucked as she felt Olivia's hands settle between her thighs. Olivia, thank god, was not as cruel and Alex soon felt Liv enter her. She became a puddle, and yet she was tense. The strokes were slow and meticulous, maximizing her pleasure but keeping her from going over the edge.
"LLLIIIIIVVVV!" Alex was so close she could feel herself beginning to fall only to be pulled back. Her head was against the mattress, hair sprayed haphazardly across the dark silk. She couldn't see Liv but could clearly picture the lopsided smile she was now sporting. Alex's hands clutched the sheets in frustration as she teetered on the brink. Just when she thought she was in the most excruciating pleasure possible, Liv's fingers began to curl. The scream that erupted from Alex's lips shook the apartment and left her voice rough. She began to tremble and shake as she came. Liv scooted up and kissed Alex lovingly on the temple, easing her through. Olivia took Alex into her arms and they lay together. Alex rested her head on Liv's chest and put one leg between Liv's. They curled and sank into the deep sleep that can only follow mind-blowing sex.
Alex felt the light of the sun on her face as she slowly came to. She didn't want to get up; her pillow was so comfortable…and beating. Alex's eyes opened and she looked up into the face that had been the object of her thoughts for so long. She looked so peaceful, untainted by the horrors she saw everyday. Olivia opened her eyes, as if sensing her, 'Damn detective instincts.'
"Good morning." Alex snuggled deeper into Liv and took solace as Liv's arms tightened around her in response. 'Why do I face the bad guys? Why do I spend hours working on cases: neglect my health by skipping meals and working all night? Why do I allow myself to be kidnapped and go back to work the next day? For her. Always for her.'
--
"I guess every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song. Every rose has its thorn."
Gigi
Alex waited anxiously for Liv to answer, 'What possessed me? Did I just proposition Detective Olivia Benson? Alex was, however, proud that she hadn't relinquished her hold on Liv's hand; it felt too good. Here she was stripped bare: no more barriers, or Ice…just Alex. Olivia stood still for a moment before answering,
"Sure." Such a short vague response but Alex's heard soared nonetheless. They walked slowly to the street; Alex led Liv like a stray, holding her hand all the while. After hailing down a taxi, they sat in silence.
The sexual tension in the back of the cab was so thick; you couldn't cut it with a chainsaw. They sat on opposite sides, their hands clasped in the middle. Olivia picked up their joined hands and began to leisurely massage the back of Alex's palm with her free hand. Small circles began to ease the tightness all her paperwork had caused. Alex smirked inside, 'Not the type of tightness I had wanted relieved…'
Both of their eyes were fixated on their hands, watching the connection in a state of awe. Alex couldn't stop a small whimper from escaping her lips as Liv kneaded a particularly sore muscle. Olivia's eyes shot up and met her own. Time seemed to stand still, Olivia's hands had stopped. Alex watched as Olivia's eyes fell down from her eyes to her lips. Slowly they came together in a soft kiss. It was gentle, testing the waters if you will. Alex had gone through too much in the last twenty four hours to let that continue for long. She ran both hands through Liv's caramel locks and pulled her into the kiss. Olivia, apparently, didn't need much prodding. Soon Alex was on her back with two tongues fighting for supremacy within her mouth. Not that she minded. There was a frenzy of hands gliding over as much skin as possible, afraid that the other would disappear.
"Ahem. We're here," Their heads shot towards the front and found a middle aged man smiling at them, "Not that I wasn't tempted to just let you two keep going…but I, unfortunately, have to make a living." His smile was warm, not sleazy. The two of them tried to shoot up and out of the cab only to realize that they somehow, during their excursion, had ended up in the same seatbelt. They walked up to Alex's apartment, buzzing with the aftershocks of the ride. Alex swore it was the longest elevator ride of her life. She kept glancing at Liv and every time she did, she was met by dark orbs almost black with desire. Alex walked up to her apartment door and slipped the key into the lock. She could feel Liv standing just a few inches behind her. She could even feel her hot breath tickling the back of her neck.
No sooner had she opened the door, she found herself against it. As her own body was used to shut it, she felt Olivia's hands slipping under her over jacket. As soon as it was gone, so was her silk blouse. Alex was determined to shed some clothes as well she swiftly disposed of Liv's tank top. Liv's mouth was on Alex's neck tenderly nipping the hollow of her throat.
Alex felt as if she was on fire, she had never felt so consumed by passion before. Although she had never been kissed like this before either. Olivia's kisses were hard but loving, deep but primal. Then there was the matter of her hands. One of which was currently stroking her thigh just underneath the hem line of her skirt. Alex's head fell back against the oak door as she felt weak. All of Alex's articulacy was replaced by moans and whimpers. As she felt nimble fingers on the zipper of her skirt she decided to turn the tables.
She pushed the hands away and practically tackled Olivia to the floor. They roughly fell onto the wooden floor and Olivia's shocked expression was quickly replaced as Alex's hands slipped beneath the border of her jeans. Quickly slipping them off, Alex took a moment to revel in their length and strength. Soon her thoughts were substituted with something even more stimulating, 'Black lace?'
Letting out a purr she reached for the clasp of Liv's bra, unhooking it with ease. Olivia's hands came to life once again and reached for her own bra only to be halted by Alex. Grabbing hold of each of Olivia's wrists she slammed them on either side of her head. Alex leisurely kissed Liv, delving as deep into her soul as she could. Alex was now straddling her, and while she knew Liv could easily break free she was pleased to see her submissive for once.
"Tsk Tsk, you'll have your turn." The words came out in a voice so low, so primal Alex hardly recognized it as hers. Olivia raised her eyebrows but did not object as Alex began to trail kisses down her neck: drifting slowly down the valley of her breasts, leaving biting down on her scalding flesh as she went. Her tongue took hold of one of Liv's breasts as she latched on like a ravenous infant. She made sure she gave each breast equal attention. She had dreamed of them: perfect fruits of a goddess… with hardened pink apple blossoms as peaks. All of Olivia tasted incredible. Her skin was silk, and tasted of peppermint, sweat and…Liv. All of her senses were consumed by this woman. As her tongue reached Liv's inner thigh, Liv's hips bucked up in response.
Alex had long wondered what it would be like to really taste her. She had tasted her mouth; her skin…the only thing that remained was Liv. She wanted to taste her…unaltered and pure. Deftly she slid the lace down the long expanse of her legs. As she came up once more she settled in between Liv's legs. The first taste was heaven. Better than anything she that had ever previously touched her taste buds. Olivia was already do wet, Alex felt as if she was drowning in her nectar. Sweet and tangy…and Liv. Olivia buckled and moaned deep within her throat,
"Aaa…lll…eee…xx." The jolt that shot down her spine was intense. The strokes of Alex's tongue sped up in response, devouring her. Olivia's hands were tangled in her hair, guiding her in her expedition. Olivia was trembling and Alex's concentration was hindered by the inhumanly miraculous sounds reverberating from Olivia's throat. "A…l…e…x, please." Alex could feel how close Liv was in the marrow of her bones. She was tittering on the edge; Alex had to decide whether to appease her or keep teasing her. The last moan answered her question for her as she greedily licked her lips and slid a finger in. It only took a minute before Alex slipped in a second finger. That was the final straw. Liv began to rock in waves of ecstasy as she came.
Alex sat back and proudly licked her fingers, observing her work while doing so. When Olivia finally came down she sat up. Olivia looked at Alex, and there was now no way to distinguish her pupils from the dark recesses of her eyes.
"My turn." Liv swooped over and picked Alex up like a hawk capturing its prey. Indeed Liv soon captured Alex's lips as she mumbled into her mouth, "Bedroom?" Alex could only point to the right as Liv bit her neck possessively. Once arriving to the bed Liv placed Alex down and straddled her legs. Alex felt hands once again reach the zipper of her skirt, but this time they were pulled away by teeth. Alex cried as Liv's teeth scraped down her legs, removing the skirt. While Liv was low and moaning, Alex was a screamer…and she knew it.
Olivia sat up straight for a moment as her eyes zeroed in on something glittering on Alex's flat stomach,
"You have your belly pierced?" Alex swallowed and opened her mouth a few times attempting to scrounge enough eloquence to utter a complete sentence.
"Teenage rebellion." 'Not quite a full sentence but at least my voice didn't crack.' Live, apparently, wasn't finished just yet,
"Stealing whisky and a navel ring? Why Miss Cabot…" Alex whined at the loss of contact,
"I also fuck women, I know, not very proper. These days it seems it is very hard to 'be fucked' however…" Alex smirked as Liv's eyes stormed in thralls of lust once again. Her smirk didn't last long as Liv started once again. Even more ardent this time, as if she was trying to fuck her brains out. 'At least I'll die happy.'
Her bra was soon gone replaced by two eager hands….and one divine mouth. Alex began to quiver, although not from cold, she was immolated in her passion. Hands were everywhere, tongue, lips, it was overwhelming and yet not enough. Alex's hips bucked as she felt Olivia's hands settle between her thighs. Olivia, thank god, was not as cruel and Alex soon felt Liv enter her. She became a puddle, and yet she was tense. The strokes were slow and meticulous, maximizing her pleasure but keeping her from going over the edge.
"LLLIIIIIVVVV!" Alex was so close she could feel herself beginning to fall only to be pulled back. Her head was against the mattress, hair sprayed haphazardly across the dark silk. She couldn't see Liv but could clearly picture the lopsided smile she was now sporting. Alex's hands clutched the sheets in frustration as she teetered on the brink. Just when she thought she was in the most excruciating pleasure possible, Liv's fingers began to curl. The scream that erupted from Alex's lips shook the apartment and left her voice rough. She began to tremble and shake as she came. Liv scooted up and kissed Alex lovingly on the temple, easing her through. Olivia took Alex into her arms and they lay together. Alex rested her head on Liv's chest and put one leg between Liv's. They curled and sank into the deep sleep that can only follow mind-blowing sex.
Alex felt the light of the sun on her face as she slowly came to. She didn't want to get up; her pillow was so comfortable…and beating. Alex's eyes opened and she looked up into the face that had been the object of her thoughts for so long. She looked so peaceful, untainted by the horrors she saw everyday. Olivia opened her eyes, as if sensing her, 'Damn detective instincts.'
"Good morning." Alex snuggled deeper into Liv and took solace as Liv's arms tightened around her in response. 'Why do I face the bad guys? Why do I spend hours working on cases: neglect my health by skipping meals and working all night? Why do I allow myself to be kidnapped and go back to work the next day? For her. Always for her.'
--
"I guess every rose has its thorn. Just like every night has its dawn. Just like every cowboy sings a sad sad song. Every rose has its thorn."