A Woman Undone: Parts 1&2/?
This is a story written by me and liketehweather. It's hot, it's intense, it has twists. Read on...
Rating: NC-17
Sometimes you have to let go of the one thing you want more than anything. Sometimes all arrows, all avenues point to that one undeniable, unavoidable end. And even though there are no other options, no other alternatives, you try desperately to find another way. But none exist.
Part 1
Staring into the dark, there was a shift in the air as she walked toward the door. The still of the night was creeping in and getting too close for comfort. Outside she took a deep breath and almost choked, it was sobering. As Olivia walked further away from the precinct, and as the fresh air seeped inside, her pulse quickened and made her lightheaded. She was spinning. She had never been there before, and couldn’t understand the pounding in her being vibrated down into her core. Alex had hit her over the head that night when she told her that it was over and there was nothing she could do… that it was too late.
Olivia evaded the emptiness with such stealth. It overwhelmed when it came. There was no excuse for the weakness there… the weakness there with Alex. She would figure something out. Right now she needed to forget, she needed to feel nothing.
Olivia walked briskly through the New York City night, her lungs burning and her heart breaking. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were tearing and red but she was not crying. She had dark circles under them from not sleeping. Her hands were clenching fists. It was only over when she said it was over.
Alex stood in the middle of the station alone… she couldn’t bring herself to move a muscle. She kept telling herself that she had to end the affair with the detective. It was inevitable and she thought they both knew this. Olivia wasn’t ready though, which made it all the more necessary to put an end to it. She was becoming too possessive of Alex and that scared her. Alex Cabot was not one to be owned by anyone…even Olivia Benson. But she knew the emotional detective didn’t process the word “no” very well - especially when it came from the ADA.
In Alex’s cold reverie, still standing there in the station house, she worried about her work. She could not afford to allow this upset to affect her job. She would be damned if that happened. But her thoughts quickly flashed to being in Olivia’s bed, being fucked like she’d never been fucked… and a pulse went through her, starting at the bottom of her stomach.
She tried hard to push it down... She would not be possessed.
Part 2
Alone, Olivia sat in her apartment in the dark with only the light of the street showing in through the window. She was drinking heavily, and her thoughts were beginning to fade into the sweet sensation of the apathy she was seeking.
Alex had finally left the station, hailed a cab, and began to slowly make her way home. She dreaded this journey. In her mind she kept experiencing fleeting flashbacks of intense past encounters with Olivia. She couldn’t escape the memories of being enveloped in everything that is Olivia’s essence…being completely overtaken by this irresistible, but unfortunate, force. Alex began to breathe heavily as she recalled the time when the detective showed up at her office late one night after hours. Olivia didn’t want to talk…she never wanted to talk when she showed up that late.
As Alex remained sitting at her desk, Olivia walked right up to her. From the look in her eyes, Alex knew that Olivia wanted her to stand up and challenging her was not an option. She stood slowly. It took all of her willpower to hide the intimidation she was feeling on the inside, covering it with a guise of cold confidence. She looked Olivia directly in the eyes, and the detective made her move. She reached up with one hand and grabbed Alex by the back of the neck as her other hand reached around to her ass. Olivia’s lips, her teeth sank into the flesh of Alex’s neck like a vampire ravenous for the night’s first kill. Alex threw her head back accepting, and even awaiting, of this torture that Olivia was inflicting on her body. Her mouth watered, as she had not yet tasted Olivia’s lips. Olivia somehow sensed this need and gave Alex what she craved. Without a moment’s hesitation their mouths devoured each other’s, and there was no stopping what was to come.
Suddenly Olivia became rough and using the hand that was on the back of Alex’s neck, she spun her towards the desk and pushed her aggressively facedown bent over the scattered files there. Alex let out a loud grunt, as she struggled against the maneuver, though not enough to elude the grasp that Olivia had on her. With one hand on Alex’s neck holding her down, Olivia used her other hand to roughly pull the bottom of Alex’s skirt up to her waist. She was determined to quickly reach her goal that was the moistness of Alex’s hot center.
With Alex bent there before her, Olivia wedged her thigh between her legs, opening her up. She wasted no time pulling Alex’s panties down, instead, curling two fingers under the fabric and plunging them deep inside Alex’s throbbing pussy. Alex released a long-awaited guttural moan, just as she felt the detective’s expert fingers start to fuck her slow and hard. Her hips began to rock back and forth against Olivia, whose hand had an even tighter grip on Alex’s neck while Alex had a death grip on the edge of the desk. Olivia’s fingers moved from Alex’s neck into her blonde hair, pulling her head slightly back. With Olivia fucking her relentlessly, all the while pulling on her hair, Alex could feel the beginning of her orgasm hit. As Olivia could feel Alex’s pussy clench around her fingers, she thrust into her one last time. Alex became a woman undone. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body, but Olivia did not let up and continued to wreak havoc on Alex’s aching pussy…
Alex suddenly awoke from her reverie, interrupted by her cabdriver informing her that she had arrived home. She paid the fare, and stepped out into the night. She was exhausted, though the comfort of her bed was not inviting. She slowly walked to her front door, and with even less motivation she unlocked it. As she entered the condo a voice greeted her saying, “Hi honey, you’re home late.”
Alex quietly answered back, “Hi Richard. It’s been a long day.”
Rating: NC-17
Sometimes you have to let go of the one thing you want more than anything. Sometimes all arrows, all avenues point to that one undeniable, unavoidable end. And even though there are no other options, no other alternatives, you try desperately to find another way. But none exist.
Part 1
Staring into the dark, there was a shift in the air as she walked toward the door. The still of the night was creeping in and getting too close for comfort. Outside she took a deep breath and almost choked, it was sobering. As Olivia walked further away from the precinct, and as the fresh air seeped inside, her pulse quickened and made her lightheaded. She was spinning. She had never been there before, and couldn’t understand the pounding in her being vibrated down into her core. Alex had hit her over the head that night when she told her that it was over and there was nothing she could do… that it was too late.
Olivia evaded the emptiness with such stealth. It overwhelmed when it came. There was no excuse for the weakness there… the weakness there with Alex. She would figure something out. Right now she needed to forget, she needed to feel nothing.
Olivia walked briskly through the New York City night, her lungs burning and her heart breaking. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were tearing and red but she was not crying. She had dark circles under them from not sleeping. Her hands were clenching fists. It was only over when she said it was over.
Alex stood in the middle of the station alone… she couldn’t bring herself to move a muscle. She kept telling herself that she had to end the affair with the detective. It was inevitable and she thought they both knew this. Olivia wasn’t ready though, which made it all the more necessary to put an end to it. She was becoming too possessive of Alex and that scared her. Alex Cabot was not one to be owned by anyone…even Olivia Benson. But she knew the emotional detective didn’t process the word “no” very well - especially when it came from the ADA.
In Alex’s cold reverie, still standing there in the station house, she worried about her work. She could not afford to allow this upset to affect her job. She would be damned if that happened. But her thoughts quickly flashed to being in Olivia’s bed, being fucked like she’d never been fucked… and a pulse went through her, starting at the bottom of her stomach.
She tried hard to push it down... She would not be possessed.
Part 2
Alone, Olivia sat in her apartment in the dark with only the light of the street showing in through the window. She was drinking heavily, and her thoughts were beginning to fade into the sweet sensation of the apathy she was seeking.
Alex had finally left the station, hailed a cab, and began to slowly make her way home. She dreaded this journey. In her mind she kept experiencing fleeting flashbacks of intense past encounters with Olivia. She couldn’t escape the memories of being enveloped in everything that is Olivia’s essence…being completely overtaken by this irresistible, but unfortunate, force. Alex began to breathe heavily as she recalled the time when the detective showed up at her office late one night after hours. Olivia didn’t want to talk…she never wanted to talk when she showed up that late.
As Alex remained sitting at her desk, Olivia walked right up to her. From the look in her eyes, Alex knew that Olivia wanted her to stand up and challenging her was not an option. She stood slowly. It took all of her willpower to hide the intimidation she was feeling on the inside, covering it with a guise of cold confidence. She looked Olivia directly in the eyes, and the detective made her move. She reached up with one hand and grabbed Alex by the back of the neck as her other hand reached around to her ass. Olivia’s lips, her teeth sank into the flesh of Alex’s neck like a vampire ravenous for the night’s first kill. Alex threw her head back accepting, and even awaiting, of this torture that Olivia was inflicting on her body. Her mouth watered, as she had not yet tasted Olivia’s lips. Olivia somehow sensed this need and gave Alex what she craved. Without a moment’s hesitation their mouths devoured each other’s, and there was no stopping what was to come.
Suddenly Olivia became rough and using the hand that was on the back of Alex’s neck, she spun her towards the desk and pushed her aggressively facedown bent over the scattered files there. Alex let out a loud grunt, as she struggled against the maneuver, though not enough to elude the grasp that Olivia had on her. With one hand on Alex’s neck holding her down, Olivia used her other hand to roughly pull the bottom of Alex’s skirt up to her waist. She was determined to quickly reach her goal that was the moistness of Alex’s hot center.
With Alex bent there before her, Olivia wedged her thigh between her legs, opening her up. She wasted no time pulling Alex’s panties down, instead, curling two fingers under the fabric and plunging them deep inside Alex’s throbbing pussy. Alex released a long-awaited guttural moan, just as she felt the detective’s expert fingers start to fuck her slow and hard. Her hips began to rock back and forth against Olivia, whose hand had an even tighter grip on Alex’s neck while Alex had a death grip on the edge of the desk. Olivia’s fingers moved from Alex’s neck into her blonde hair, pulling her head slightly back. With Olivia fucking her relentlessly, all the while pulling on her hair, Alex could feel the beginning of her orgasm hit. As Olivia could feel Alex’s pussy clench around her fingers, she thrust into her one last time. Alex became a woman undone. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her entire body, but Olivia did not let up and continued to wreak havoc on Alex’s aching pussy…
Alex suddenly awoke from her reverie, interrupted by her cabdriver informing her that she had arrived home. She paid the fare, and stepped out into the night. She was exhausted, though the comfort of her bed was not inviting. She slowly walked to her front door, and with even less motivation she unlocked it. As she entered the condo a voice greeted her saying, “Hi honey, you’re home late.”
Alex quietly answered back, “Hi Richard. It’s been a long day.”