FIC: "Fool Me Thrice," Alex/Olivia, NC17
Title: Fool Me Thrice
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Word Count: 2,012
Category: Angst, Missing Scene, PWP
Spoilers: Loss, Ghost, Lead
Disclaimer: These ladies belong to Dick Wolf. If they belonged to me, I would make good on all the longing stares and pointless touching. ;-)
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: I promised the_girl_20 I would write this as a thank you for letting me use her caps for icons. She said it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to see her faint of joy. ;-D Enjoy!
Summary: Olivia has been burned too many times.
The typical celebratory beer with the guys, raising a glass in honor of the last perverted mind put behind bars, tasted flat and lifeless on Olivia's tongue. It took her fifteen minutes to make a dent in it, and she eventually decided to just watch how the dim lights of the bar reflected off the bubbles. She could hear Munch and Fin behind her, caught up in some argument or another, and she pushed a hand through her hair and rested her elbow on the bar.
"The more things change, I guess," Alex said.
Olivia jumped and closed her eyes. Damn it, she was still not used to the fact that Alex was back. That Alex could just walk up and say something and it wasn't supposed to be a big deal. She straightened, turned to face Alex, and said, "What?"
Alex gestured at Munch and Fin. "Still the old married couple, I see."
"Yeah. Not much changes in six years. Or three." She picked up her beer and drained half of it with one swallow. She put the mug down and swept her tongue over her top lip, debating whether she should just walk out and leave Alex behind. They would see each other at work in the morning anyway. But she still couldn't turn her back on Alexandra Cabot. She looked at her lover... former lover... and said, "You should go hang out with them. They're still thrilled you're back."
"I'd rather hang out with you. Aren't you thrilled I'm back?"
Olivia laughed without humor and said, "I am trying very hard not to be." She twisted on the stool, turning away from Alex, and muttered, "Excuse me," as she headed toward the back of the bar. She heard Alex say her name, but ignored it as she pushed through the ladies' room door. She was breathing heavily as she twisted the faucet knobs, holding her hands under the water and then splashing it in her face.
The bathroom door opened, and she heard the scrape of the trash can being moved across the floor. The sound was like the bell to Pavlov's dog, and she remembered what "case closed" celebrations used to consist of. She looked in the mirror and saw Alex standing behind her, arms crossed. "What can I do? Promise you I'm not going anywhere?"
"No," Olivia said. She turned and said, "You can't promise that. Alex... you..." She pressed the back of her hand to her lip and closed her eyes. "I thought you died. And then you came back just to say good-bye. I thought you were coming out of Witness Protection and I thought you were coming back. You left and disappeared again. And now I find out you've been out of Witness Protection for three years." Her voice cracked on the last word and she pushed away from the sink. "And now I'm just supposed to accept that you're back for good. I'm sorry, Alex, but I can't believe that. I can't let myself believe that." She stopped in front of Alex and gestured at the trash can. "Could you move that out of the way? I'd like to go."
"We're not done talking."
"Yes, we are." Olivia leaned forward to push the can out of the way, but Alex didn't move. Olivia brushed against Alex's side, their bodies inches apart. Olivia froze and closed her eyes, trying to stop her body's natural reaction to this touch, to this smell. She opened her eyes and straightened slowly, looking into familiar blue eyes and the black-framed glasses. Her hand trembled when she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from the frames, twisting a lock between her fingers and threading it as she moved her hand down.
"Liv," Alex said softly, and Olivia shivered.
Olivia's hand found Alex's collar and trembling fingers closed around it. She pulled Alex to her, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Alex pushed her hands into Olivia's jacket, wrapped both arms around her. Olivia pulled Alex away from the door, twisted them both, and pressed Alex against the brick wall. She broke the kiss and panted, running her eyes over the familiar terrain of a kiss-flushed Alexandra Cabot. Alex's hands were in the small of her back, holding her tight, and Olivia shoved the coat down to expose Alex's shoulders.
They both groaned and ran their hands over nearly-forgotten curves. Olivia slipped her tongue into Alex's mouth and felt her knees go weak as Alex wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Alex's coat dropped to the floor and she pushed it away with her foot, gasping as the kiss broke. Olivia lowered her head and pressed her lips against Alex's throat, sucking and inhaling the Scent of Alex. For months, she had a pillow in her apartment that she swore still smelled like Alex's shampoo, her fragrance. After a year, she admitted she was lying to herself, and the pillow had long since been washed and forgotten.
It was like falling off the wagon, taking a sip of really fucking good champagne after a far too long dry spell. She moaned as she brought her head up for another kiss. She managed to bump Alex's glasses and knock them askew, a problem they'd had early on in their relationship. Olivia leaned back, took the glasses and reached up to place them on the windowsill over her head.
Olivia took the opportunity to brush the hair out of Alex's face, tracing the line of her eyebrow with her thumb. "God, God," Olivia breathed. She pulled Alex's head toward her and kissed her closed eyes, ran her hands through her hair and pushed her head down to her chest. Alex took the hint and began kissing through Olivia's shirt, running her lips across the smooth material to the swell of Olivia's breast.
As soon as she felt Alex's breath across her nipple, even through two layers of clothing, Olivia was lost. She pushed Alex back against the wall and began tearing at her clothes. She fumbled with the ivory buttons of Alex's blouse while Alex fumbled with hers. Olivia remembered early mornings, watching the sun cross the bedroom and reveal their discarded outfits; Alex's name brands and foreign designers tangled with Olivia's bargain bin irregulars.
Alex's bra was black with cream-colored lace, and Olivia cupped it with one hand. Alex arched her back as Olivia brushed her thumb over her nipple. "Why?" Olivia whispered as her fingers touched Alex's bare flesh. "Why didn't you just call me back? Why didn't you return my message?"
"Because we'd moved on. You had moved on."
"No," Olivia said. "I was coping. Surviving. I needed you, Alex. I've always needed you." The last word was muffled by another kiss, and Olivia cupped the back of Alex's head. She had forgotten what a truly passionate, wanton kiss could feel like, how she could feel like she never wanted to stop, even to breathe. Her eyes were closed so tightly that tears beaded at the corners, and trailed down her cheeks when she opened them.
"I should have called. I should have found you," Alex said. She kissed Olivia's cheeks and said, "But I'm here now."
Olivia nodded and pulled back. She said, "Turn around." Alex spun in Olivia's arms, both of their shirts draping open like curtains, and Olivia pressed tight against her back. She bowed her head and kissed Alex's shoulder and neck, sliding her hand down Alex's torso. She gathered the material of Alex's skirt, pulling it up to expose the tops of her stockings. Alex braced herself against the wall and pressed her hips back against Olivia. Olivia skimmed her hand up the inside of Alex's thighs, felt the quaking muscles, and cupped the thin material of her underwear with her warm palm.
"I forgot what you felt like," Olivia breathed against Alex's neck. She raised her middle and ring fingers, pressing Alex's underwear against the folds underneath. Alex's breath caught in her throat and her slender fingers flexed against the brick wall. Olivia closed her eyes and rocked her hips forward as she pushed the underwear out of her way. She bit her bottom lip and pressed her cheek against Alex's shoulder as she slipped inside.
"Olivia..."
"Shh..."
Their muscles seemed to remember the dance better than they did, and they soon found themselves following a well-known rhythm. Soon, Alex was panting with her head bowed, moving her lower body against Olivia's palm. Olivia circled Alex's clit and gently pinched it before curling her fingers together into a point. She bent her knuckles and thrust upward, and Alex barely stifled a cry of passion. She swallowed hard, gasped, and crossed her arms in front of her face. She rested her head against her forearms, still rocking against Olivia's fingers.
Olivia moved her hips in time with her fingers, her other hand gently squeezing Alex's shoulder. "Are you going to come?" she whispered, her voice ragged.
"Yes, Liv," Alex murmured. She closed her thighs around Olivia's hand and straightened her back. She twisted at the waist and looked into Olivia's eyes for a long moment before she pulled her in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Olivia bit Alex's lip and refused to release it before Alex whimpered. "Olivia... I'm going to come."
Olivia bit her own lip, rubbing herself against Alex's ass while she continued to strum Alex's clit with her thumb. Alex groaned and her entire body hitched. She lifted herself onto her toes, her body as tight as a bow, and a tremor ran from her shoulders down to her feet. Olivia's fingers were wet, her thumb sliding easily across the hood of Alex's clit. She held herself tight against Alex's body for a long minute, her own orgasm quietly rolling through her body, before she backed up. She withdrew her fingers and brushed them across her lips, reminding herself of Alex's taste. She watched Alex gather her clothes, trying to put on an air of professionalism. While she pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse, Olivia retrieved her glasses from the window.
She waited until Alex was completely put together before she stepped forward. She put the glasses on for her, threading the long blonde hair over her ears. She cupped Alex's face and leaned in to gently kiss her. Alex put a hand on Olivia's chest and held it there until Olivia pulled back. "Fool me once, shame on you," she said, referring to the first time Alex left. "Fool me twice, shame on me." Her eyes darkened as she remembered standing in Cragen's office and being told that Alex had slipped away into a different life.
"I understand."
"Fool me three times," Olivia said. She looked down at Alex's hands and shook her head. "You won't get a fourth."
Alex nodded and stepped forward. She kissed the top of Olivia's head, then pulled her into a tight embrace. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, but the tears slipped free anyway. She clung to Alex for dear life, desperate not to let go. When they finally parted, Olivia wiped at her cheeks and turned away, embarrassed by her outburst. She sniffled and ran the hot water in the sink.
"Should I wait--"
"No. Go on out. I'll be out in a minute."
Alex nodded and hesitated. "Can I go home with you tonight?"
Olivia met her eyes in the mirror and slowly nodded. Alex nodded as well, moved the trash can out of the way, and slipped into the hallway. Olivia cupped her hands under the running water and watched the pool rising in her palms. Alex was back. She was tentatively allowing herself to feel like everything was back to normal, that the past six years could just be seen as a speed bump in their relationship. She was prepared for disaster, she planned to always keep one eye on the door, but for now... for now.
She exhaled and brought her hands up, splashing the water in her face.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Word Count: 2,012
Category: Angst, Missing Scene, PWP
Spoilers: Loss, Ghost, Lead
Disclaimer: These ladies belong to Dick Wolf. If they belonged to me, I would make good on all the longing stares and pointless touching. ;-)
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: I promised the_girl_20 I would write this as a thank you for letting me use her caps for icons. She said it wasn't necessary, but I wanted to see her faint of joy. ;-D Enjoy!
Summary: Olivia has been burned too many times.
The typical celebratory beer with the guys, raising a glass in honor of the last perverted mind put behind bars, tasted flat and lifeless on Olivia's tongue. It took her fifteen minutes to make a dent in it, and she eventually decided to just watch how the dim lights of the bar reflected off the bubbles. She could hear Munch and Fin behind her, caught up in some argument or another, and she pushed a hand through her hair and rested her elbow on the bar.
"The more things change, I guess," Alex said.
Olivia jumped and closed her eyes. Damn it, she was still not used to the fact that Alex was back. That Alex could just walk up and say something and it wasn't supposed to be a big deal. She straightened, turned to face Alex, and said, "What?"
Alex gestured at Munch and Fin. "Still the old married couple, I see."
"Yeah. Not much changes in six years. Or three." She picked up her beer and drained half of it with one swallow. She put the mug down and swept her tongue over her top lip, debating whether she should just walk out and leave Alex behind. They would see each other at work in the morning anyway. But she still couldn't turn her back on Alexandra Cabot. She looked at her lover... former lover... and said, "You should go hang out with them. They're still thrilled you're back."
"I'd rather hang out with you. Aren't you thrilled I'm back?"
Olivia laughed without humor and said, "I am trying very hard not to be." She twisted on the stool, turning away from Alex, and muttered, "Excuse me," as she headed toward the back of the bar. She heard Alex say her name, but ignored it as she pushed through the ladies' room door. She was breathing heavily as she twisted the faucet knobs, holding her hands under the water and then splashing it in her face.
The bathroom door opened, and she heard the scrape of the trash can being moved across the floor. The sound was like the bell to Pavlov's dog, and she remembered what "case closed" celebrations used to consist of. She looked in the mirror and saw Alex standing behind her, arms crossed. "What can I do? Promise you I'm not going anywhere?"
"No," Olivia said. She turned and said, "You can't promise that. Alex... you..." She pressed the back of her hand to her lip and closed her eyes. "I thought you died. And then you came back just to say good-bye. I thought you were coming out of Witness Protection and I thought you were coming back. You left and disappeared again. And now I find out you've been out of Witness Protection for three years." Her voice cracked on the last word and she pushed away from the sink. "And now I'm just supposed to accept that you're back for good. I'm sorry, Alex, but I can't believe that. I can't let myself believe that." She stopped in front of Alex and gestured at the trash can. "Could you move that out of the way? I'd like to go."
"We're not done talking."
"Yes, we are." Olivia leaned forward to push the can out of the way, but Alex didn't move. Olivia brushed against Alex's side, their bodies inches apart. Olivia froze and closed her eyes, trying to stop her body's natural reaction to this touch, to this smell. She opened her eyes and straightened slowly, looking into familiar blue eyes and the black-framed glasses. Her hand trembled when she reached up to brush a strand of hair away from the frames, twisting a lock between her fingers and threading it as she moved her hand down.
"Liv," Alex said softly, and Olivia shivered.
Olivia's hand found Alex's collar and trembling fingers closed around it. She pulled Alex to her, capturing her lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. Alex pushed her hands into Olivia's jacket, wrapped both arms around her. Olivia pulled Alex away from the door, twisted them both, and pressed Alex against the brick wall. She broke the kiss and panted, running her eyes over the familiar terrain of a kiss-flushed Alexandra Cabot. Alex's hands were in the small of her back, holding her tight, and Olivia shoved the coat down to expose Alex's shoulders.
They both groaned and ran their hands over nearly-forgotten curves. Olivia slipped her tongue into Alex's mouth and felt her knees go weak as Alex wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Alex's coat dropped to the floor and she pushed it away with her foot, gasping as the kiss broke. Olivia lowered her head and pressed her lips against Alex's throat, sucking and inhaling the Scent of Alex. For months, she had a pillow in her apartment that she swore still smelled like Alex's shampoo, her fragrance. After a year, she admitted she was lying to herself, and the pillow had long since been washed and forgotten.
It was like falling off the wagon, taking a sip of really fucking good champagne after a far too long dry spell. She moaned as she brought her head up for another kiss. She managed to bump Alex's glasses and knock them askew, a problem they'd had early on in their relationship. Olivia leaned back, took the glasses and reached up to place them on the windowsill over her head.
Olivia took the opportunity to brush the hair out of Alex's face, tracing the line of her eyebrow with her thumb. "God, God," Olivia breathed. She pulled Alex's head toward her and kissed her closed eyes, ran her hands through her hair and pushed her head down to her chest. Alex took the hint and began kissing through Olivia's shirt, running her lips across the smooth material to the swell of Olivia's breast.
As soon as she felt Alex's breath across her nipple, even through two layers of clothing, Olivia was lost. She pushed Alex back against the wall and began tearing at her clothes. She fumbled with the ivory buttons of Alex's blouse while Alex fumbled with hers. Olivia remembered early mornings, watching the sun cross the bedroom and reveal their discarded outfits; Alex's name brands and foreign designers tangled with Olivia's bargain bin irregulars.
Alex's bra was black with cream-colored lace, and Olivia cupped it with one hand. Alex arched her back as Olivia brushed her thumb over her nipple. "Why?" Olivia whispered as her fingers touched Alex's bare flesh. "Why didn't you just call me back? Why didn't you return my message?"
"Because we'd moved on. You had moved on."
"No," Olivia said. "I was coping. Surviving. I needed you, Alex. I've always needed you." The last word was muffled by another kiss, and Olivia cupped the back of Alex's head. She had forgotten what a truly passionate, wanton kiss could feel like, how she could feel like she never wanted to stop, even to breathe. Her eyes were closed so tightly that tears beaded at the corners, and trailed down her cheeks when she opened them.
"I should have called. I should have found you," Alex said. She kissed Olivia's cheeks and said, "But I'm here now."
Olivia nodded and pulled back. She said, "Turn around." Alex spun in Olivia's arms, both of their shirts draping open like curtains, and Olivia pressed tight against her back. She bowed her head and kissed Alex's shoulder and neck, sliding her hand down Alex's torso. She gathered the material of Alex's skirt, pulling it up to expose the tops of her stockings. Alex braced herself against the wall and pressed her hips back against Olivia. Olivia skimmed her hand up the inside of Alex's thighs, felt the quaking muscles, and cupped the thin material of her underwear with her warm palm.
"I forgot what you felt like," Olivia breathed against Alex's neck. She raised her middle and ring fingers, pressing Alex's underwear against the folds underneath. Alex's breath caught in her throat and her slender fingers flexed against the brick wall. Olivia closed her eyes and rocked her hips forward as she pushed the underwear out of her way. She bit her bottom lip and pressed her cheek against Alex's shoulder as she slipped inside.
"Olivia..."
"Shh..."
Their muscles seemed to remember the dance better than they did, and they soon found themselves following a well-known rhythm. Soon, Alex was panting with her head bowed, moving her lower body against Olivia's palm. Olivia circled Alex's clit and gently pinched it before curling her fingers together into a point. She bent her knuckles and thrust upward, and Alex barely stifled a cry of passion. She swallowed hard, gasped, and crossed her arms in front of her face. She rested her head against her forearms, still rocking against Olivia's fingers.
Olivia moved her hips in time with her fingers, her other hand gently squeezing Alex's shoulder. "Are you going to come?" she whispered, her voice ragged.
"Yes, Liv," Alex murmured. She closed her thighs around Olivia's hand and straightened her back. She twisted at the waist and looked into Olivia's eyes for a long moment before she pulled her in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Olivia bit Alex's lip and refused to release it before Alex whimpered. "Olivia... I'm going to come."
Olivia bit her own lip, rubbing herself against Alex's ass while she continued to strum Alex's clit with her thumb. Alex groaned and her entire body hitched. She lifted herself onto her toes, her body as tight as a bow, and a tremor ran from her shoulders down to her feet. Olivia's fingers were wet, her thumb sliding easily across the hood of Alex's clit. She held herself tight against Alex's body for a long minute, her own orgasm quietly rolling through her body, before she backed up. She withdrew her fingers and brushed them across her lips, reminding herself of Alex's taste. She watched Alex gather her clothes, trying to put on an air of professionalism. While she pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse, Olivia retrieved her glasses from the window.
She waited until Alex was completely put together before she stepped forward. She put the glasses on for her, threading the long blonde hair over her ears. She cupped Alex's face and leaned in to gently kiss her. Alex put a hand on Olivia's chest and held it there until Olivia pulled back. "Fool me once, shame on you," she said, referring to the first time Alex left. "Fool me twice, shame on me." Her eyes darkened as she remembered standing in Cragen's office and being told that Alex had slipped away into a different life.
"I understand."
"Fool me three times," Olivia said. She looked down at Alex's hands and shook her head. "You won't get a fourth."
Alex nodded and stepped forward. She kissed the top of Olivia's head, then pulled her into a tight embrace. Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, but the tears slipped free anyway. She clung to Alex for dear life, desperate not to let go. When they finally parted, Olivia wiped at her cheeks and turned away, embarrassed by her outburst. She sniffled and ran the hot water in the sink.
"Should I wait--"
"No. Go on out. I'll be out in a minute."
Alex nodded and hesitated. "Can I go home with you tonight?"
Olivia met her eyes in the mirror and slowly nodded. Alex nodded as well, moved the trash can out of the way, and slipped into the hallway. Olivia cupped her hands under the running water and watched the pool rising in her palms. Alex was back. She was tentatively allowing herself to feel like everything was back to normal, that the past six years could just be seen as a speed bump in their relationship. She was prepared for disaster, she planned to always keep one eye on the door, but for now... for now.
She exhaled and brought her hands up, splashing the water in her face.