Cooking (5/5)
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”.
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The two quickly jerked apart, flushes covering both faces as Alex buried her face in Olivia's shoulder.
"You've got to be kidding me," Alex mumbled, earning a chuckle from Olivia that seemed to be infectious as the two women soon found themselves laughing until they were breathless.
Wiping away the tears Alex climbed off Olivia and turned to Danny who was looking at them strangely.
"What's so funny?"
Olivia felt heat rush up her neck as she realized she'd just been caught in a compromising position with the young girl's aunt.
"Nothing honey. Did Jason get home okay?" Alex asked as Olivia stood up. She took this chance to pick up her glass and walk into the kitchen. There she poured it out and refilled it with water, taking a deep swig of the cold water before lifting it to place against her warm forehead. 'I cannot believe I was about to kiss Alexandra Cabot…and she was going to let me!' Giddiness filled her, making her lightheaded. She didn't know what was going on, if it was a spur of the moment thing brought on by the need for comfort, or it was an actual need from the heart, but either way Olivia found herself clenching tighter to her glass to keep from dropping it due to the tremor in her hand. 'Too much thinking…'
Her eyes were drawn to the clock over the stove and she was surprised to see that it was a lot later then she had expected.
"Hey."
Olivia turned towards the soft voice, unable to keep from smiling. “Hey yourself.” Alex walked closer, depositing the still half full glass by the sink. “Danny still up?”
“No, she’s getting ready for bed right now.”
“I should probably go soon,” Olivia said softly, brown eyes glancing at the clock once more. She didn’t want to go, but she knew she had to be at the station early tomorrow morning. Besides, Olivia knew that if she stayed she may do something both would regret.
Alex nodded with what looked like disappointment flashing in blue eyes. Strangely that made Olivia feel a bit better.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Olivia said, looking to Alex’s face.
"Thanks for accepting," Alex said softly, stepping closer. Neither moved.
"I should probably go,"
"Probably."
Pause. "I don't want to."
"I don't want you to either." Alex smiled, slowly slipping her arms around Olivia's waist and pulling the older woman into a close hug. Olivia slipped her arms around Alex's body and held her close.
"I think we have a lot to talk about," Olivia whispered into sweet smelling blonde hair.
"Yeah. But not with my niece in the other room," Alex admitted, leaning back slightly. Blue eyes warmed, reminding Olivia of the sea one afternoon when her mother had taken her to the beach as a child. Warm, inviting and fathomless. And there was nothing the Detective wanted more then to fall into them.
"Good night, Alex," Olivia said, forcing her arms down to her side and stepping back. Nothing had ever been so hard in her life. She made her way to the door, while in her mind she kept repeating, 'Left foot, right foot, don't turn around. Left foot, right foot, don't turn around. Left foot…' She reached the door and started to reach for her jacket when a warm hand on her forearm stopped her. She turned to see Alex standing before her. She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by soft lips pressing tightly to her own. It was sweet, soft… 'And too quick!' Olivia whimpered mentally when Alex pulled away.
"Good night, Olivia," Alex said, her voice holding a soft chuckle, obviously finding amusement at the closed eyes and pout Olivia knew her face sported. "Liv?"
Brown eyes blinked open and she nodded. "Right…leaving…night," She mumbled, grabbing her coat and opening the door. Her brain was short circuited, able to only focus on the kiss and the earlier sensation of holding Alex. She came to the elevator and got inside, all but collapsing against the wall when the door closed behind her. 'God that woman's going to be the death of me if my body is reacting like this to just a kiss.'
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”.
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The two quickly jerked apart, flushes covering both faces as Alex buried her face in Olivia's shoulder.
"You've got to be kidding me," Alex mumbled, earning a chuckle from Olivia that seemed to be infectious as the two women soon found themselves laughing until they were breathless.
Wiping away the tears Alex climbed off Olivia and turned to Danny who was looking at them strangely.
"What's so funny?"
Olivia felt heat rush up her neck as she realized she'd just been caught in a compromising position with the young girl's aunt.
"Nothing honey. Did Jason get home okay?" Alex asked as Olivia stood up. She took this chance to pick up her glass and walk into the kitchen. There she poured it out and refilled it with water, taking a deep swig of the cold water before lifting it to place against her warm forehead. 'I cannot believe I was about to kiss Alexandra Cabot…and she was going to let me!' Giddiness filled her, making her lightheaded. She didn't know what was going on, if it was a spur of the moment thing brought on by the need for comfort, or it was an actual need from the heart, but either way Olivia found herself clenching tighter to her glass to keep from dropping it due to the tremor in her hand. 'Too much thinking…'
Her eyes were drawn to the clock over the stove and she was surprised to see that it was a lot later then she had expected.
"Hey."
Olivia turned towards the soft voice, unable to keep from smiling. “Hey yourself.” Alex walked closer, depositing the still half full glass by the sink. “Danny still up?”
“No, she’s getting ready for bed right now.”
“I should probably go soon,” Olivia said softly, brown eyes glancing at the clock once more. She didn’t want to go, but she knew she had to be at the station early tomorrow morning. Besides, Olivia knew that if she stayed she may do something both would regret.
Alex nodded with what looked like disappointment flashing in blue eyes. Strangely that made Olivia feel a bit better.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Olivia said, looking to Alex’s face.
"Thanks for accepting," Alex said softly, stepping closer. Neither moved.
"I should probably go,"
"Probably."
Pause. "I don't want to."
"I don't want you to either." Alex smiled, slowly slipping her arms around Olivia's waist and pulling the older woman into a close hug. Olivia slipped her arms around Alex's body and held her close.
"I think we have a lot to talk about," Olivia whispered into sweet smelling blonde hair.
"Yeah. But not with my niece in the other room," Alex admitted, leaning back slightly. Blue eyes warmed, reminding Olivia of the sea one afternoon when her mother had taken her to the beach as a child. Warm, inviting and fathomless. And there was nothing the Detective wanted more then to fall into them.
"Good night, Alex," Olivia said, forcing her arms down to her side and stepping back. Nothing had ever been so hard in her life. She made her way to the door, while in her mind she kept repeating, 'Left foot, right foot, don't turn around. Left foot, right foot, don't turn around. Left foot…' She reached the door and started to reach for her jacket when a warm hand on her forearm stopped her. She turned to see Alex standing before her. She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by soft lips pressing tightly to her own. It was sweet, soft… 'And too quick!' Olivia whimpered mentally when Alex pulled away.
"Good night, Olivia," Alex said, her voice holding a soft chuckle, obviously finding amusement at the closed eyes and pout Olivia knew her face sported. "Liv?"
Brown eyes blinked open and she nodded. "Right…leaving…night," She mumbled, grabbing her coat and opening the door. Her brain was short circuited, able to only focus on the kiss and the earlier sensation of holding Alex. She came to the elevator and got inside, all but collapsing against the wall when the door closed behind her. 'God that woman's going to be the death of me if my body is reacting like this to just a kiss.'