FIC: "Back to You," Alex/Olivia, SVU, NC17
Title: Back to You
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Word Count: 1505
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: Sort of a sequel to Fool Me Thrice, but it can also be a total stand-alone.
Summary: Alex is back. But is Alex/Olivia?
The apartment was dark when Alex arrived. She knew Olivia had most likely just gone to bed; she hadn't left the bar that long ago. She stood in the dark room, letting her eyes get accustomed to the not-quite-darkness. It felt odd being in a room that had, at one time, been so familiar to her. Some things had changed; a slightly different layout and a new dining room table. Alex took off her coat and draped it over the arm of the couch as she passed, a long-practiced habit. She stepped out of her high heels and headed toward the bedroom.
"Thought you could sneak in?"
Alex jumped and turned toward the kitchen. Olivia was silhouetted by the window, a carton of something in one hand. She put the carton down and stepped forward. "What are you doing here?"
"Three years to make up for," Alex said. She started across the room. "Six, really. I thought we might as well get started as soon as possible."
"Oh, yeah?" Olivia said.
"Do you remember when I came back to testify?" She walked around the coffee table and met Olivia in the middle of the living room. "The bunks at the station. You told everyone you needed to crash for ten minutes, but they didn't know I was already there. Waiting." She reached up and touched Olivia's cheek. "We had to stay quiet that time. It was like high school. Like sunshine after rain."
She moved her hand to Olivia's collar and undid the top button. Olivia brought one hand up, gripped Alex's wrist, but Alex said, "Shh. Let me." She pulled her hand away from Olivia's and slowly undid each button. Olivia rolled her shoulders as Alex slipped the material away. She wore a tank top underneath, the shoulder straps tangled with her bra. She moved her hands down, her palms skimming Olivia's breasts before reaching the belt buckle. She loosened the belt and undid the catch, and the sound of the zipper lowering filled the apartment.
Olivia reached to help her, but Alex softly said, "No." Olivia obediently moved her hands away and drew in a breath. Alex pushed Olivia's pants over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Olivia wore briefs, tight white underwear, and Alex slid her hand over the smooth cotton fronts. She stepped closer, ending up with her hand between Olivia's thighs. She lowered her head and kissed Olivia's cheek and whispered, "How many?"
"Fingers?" Olivia asked.
"No," Alex said. "How many lovers did you have while I was gone?"
Olivia swallowed and closed her eyes. "Three."
"Four," Alex whispered. She nodded. "Okay." She began to rub in slow circles and Olivia grunted. Alex pressed against Olivia until her back was to the wall, the doorway to the kitchen, and then she pulled back and looked over Olivia's undergarments. Her eyes had acclimated to the dark and she saw the body she had spent so long getting to know, and then spent even longer trying to forget.
"Olivia," Alex whispered. "I made love to a woman named Olivia in Witness Protection. Just to say the name. Just to pretend."
Olivia could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Alex hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Olivia's underwear and drew them down. She dropped to her knees to get the briefs all the way down, then she ran her hand over Olivia's calves and thighs. Olivia pressed her hands against the wall behind her and pressed her chin to her chest, nostrils flaring as they worked to draw enough air. She felt lightheaded as she watched Alex lean in and press a gentle, nearly chaste kiss to her pubic hair.
"She didn't taste like you, though," Alex said, and placed one kiss on each hip. She ran her hands up the insides of Olivia's thighs and pushed them apart. Olivia lifted one leg and draped it over Alex's shoulder. Alex turned her head and kissed the warm kiss, parting her lips and drawing wide circles with her tongue. She kissed closer, closer, and Olivia pressed her head against the wallpaper, teeth clenched with anticipation.
Alex brought one hand up and spread Olivia's labia with her index and ring finger. She curled the middle finger and brushed the knuckle against the sensitive, hidden flesh. Slowly, intentionally teasing, biting her lip with Olivia grunted and banged her palm against the wall. "Come on, Cabot..."
Alex shivered. Nearly nine years ago, in Alex's office, the picture was just as clear as the first time. Alex refusing to get a search warrant and Olivia, pissed off and sleep-deprived from five days of hounding a rapist, finally snapped. They screamed in each other's faces, called each other horrible names, nearly came to blows before Olivia grabbed Alex's head and pulled her in for a fierce, explosive kiss.
They had fucked on the desk, knocking aside files and Alex's laptop, clothing hanging from their bodies like torn curtains, their faces burning red, eyes flashing anger as Olivia pumped two fingers into Alex's wet pussy. "Come on, Cabot," Olivia had grunted then, through clenched teeth, tears in the corners of her eyes. "Come on..."
And then Alex bit Olivia's neck, growled, and said, "Fuck me, Benson."
Olivia had cried out, legs scissoring Alex's thigh and her finely tailored suit pants rubbing Olivia to orgasm. Afterward, they dressed and civilly discussed the case. Alex was content with ignoring what had happened, although she couldn't deny it was one of her best orgasms ever, but Olivia wasn't. She showed up at Alex's apartment the next night with a pair of handcuffs, and their relationship was officially underway.
Now, with six years of lies and false identities boxing them in, Alex leaned forward and parted her lips. She slipped her tongue free, curling the tip and instinctively finding the hood of Olivia's clit. She circled it, sucked, teased it until the stubborn bud was hard against her top lip. She closed her eyes as she sucked, extending her middle finger and feeling Olivia's muscles close around it.
"God, Alex," Olivia muttered, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, rocking her hips against Alex's mouth. She reached down and gathered Alex's long, beautiful hair, twisting it around her hair and gently tugging. Alex grunted and redoubled her efforts. She was like a drunk being handed a bottle of the finest liquor in town. She couldn't stop if she wanted to.
Alex closed her lips around one of Olivia's folds and sucked, working it with her tongue. She pulled back, wet her thumb with Olivia's juices, and then used it to toy with Olivia's clit. Olivia arched her back away from the wall and tightened her grip on Alex's hair. Alex hissed and said, "Ow," and Olivia immediately let loose. Alex leaned in, eyes closed, and slipped her tongue inside Olivia.
"Ung," Olivia grunted, and slammed her palm against the wall twice. "Yes, Alex, y-yes..."
Alex curled the tip of her tongue and withdrew it slowly, savoring the taste that was Olivia Benson. She slipped her hands around, digging her fingers into the tight muscles of Olivia's ass, and pulled her forward. Olivia, legs spread around Alex, thrust hard against her and said, "Yes, yes, yes... I'm coming, Alex."
Alex stayed where she was until Olivia cried out in orgasm, her hand twisting and painfully pulling Alex's hair. But Alex didn't protest, knew it wasn't malicious, and continued to brush her tongue against sensitive flesh until Olivia pushed her away. "Stop, stop," she panted, and Alex leaned back.
Olivia's leg fell from her shoulder and she slumped against the wall. She was breathing hard, the tank top pulled tight across her breasts. She put the back of her hand to her mouth as Alex gathered the discarded clothing and stood up. Olivia put a hand between her legs, fingers tight against her mound, and exhaled a sharp, raspy breath. She looked up, eyes bright in the darkness, and said, "Reclaiming your territory?"
"Offering myself back to you," Alex said. She held out Olivia's clothes, and Olivia took them and held them against her chest like a shield.
Olivia looked over Alex's rumpled suit, her mussed hair, and said, "Do I get to undress you now?"
Alex smiled. "If you'd like. But it's not necessary."
Olivia tossed her clothes onto the chair and stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Alex's waist. "No, it is. I want to offer myself back to you, too." She ran the tip of her tongue along Alex's bottom lip - God, it really has been so long, she thought - and then let it slip inside. Alex wrapped her arms around Olivia and moaned into the kiss, holding her tight as if afraid to let go.
They remained like that for a long time, one nearly naked and one fully clothed, kissing in the middle of Olivia's living room, one-time lovers allowing themselves to believe the hiatus was over and they could finally, at last, be together again.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Word Count: 1505
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: Sort of a sequel to Fool Me Thrice, but it can also be a total stand-alone.
Summary: Alex is back. But is Alex/Olivia?
The apartment was dark when Alex arrived. She knew Olivia had most likely just gone to bed; she hadn't left the bar that long ago. She stood in the dark room, letting her eyes get accustomed to the not-quite-darkness. It felt odd being in a room that had, at one time, been so familiar to her. Some things had changed; a slightly different layout and a new dining room table. Alex took off her coat and draped it over the arm of the couch as she passed, a long-practiced habit. She stepped out of her high heels and headed toward the bedroom.
"Thought you could sneak in?"
Alex jumped and turned toward the kitchen. Olivia was silhouetted by the window, a carton of something in one hand. She put the carton down and stepped forward. "What are you doing here?"
"Three years to make up for," Alex said. She started across the room. "Six, really. I thought we might as well get started as soon as possible."
"Oh, yeah?" Olivia said.
"Do you remember when I came back to testify?" She walked around the coffee table and met Olivia in the middle of the living room. "The bunks at the station. You told everyone you needed to crash for ten minutes, but they didn't know I was already there. Waiting." She reached up and touched Olivia's cheek. "We had to stay quiet that time. It was like high school. Like sunshine after rain."
She moved her hand to Olivia's collar and undid the top button. Olivia brought one hand up, gripped Alex's wrist, but Alex said, "Shh. Let me." She pulled her hand away from Olivia's and slowly undid each button. Olivia rolled her shoulders as Alex slipped the material away. She wore a tank top underneath, the shoulder straps tangled with her bra. She moved her hands down, her palms skimming Olivia's breasts before reaching the belt buckle. She loosened the belt and undid the catch, and the sound of the zipper lowering filled the apartment.
Olivia reached to help her, but Alex softly said, "No." Olivia obediently moved her hands away and drew in a breath. Alex pushed Olivia's pants over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Olivia wore briefs, tight white underwear, and Alex slid her hand over the smooth cotton fronts. She stepped closer, ending up with her hand between Olivia's thighs. She lowered her head and kissed Olivia's cheek and whispered, "How many?"
"Fingers?" Olivia asked.
"No," Alex said. "How many lovers did you have while I was gone?"
Olivia swallowed and closed her eyes. "Three."
"Four," Alex whispered. She nodded. "Okay." She began to rub in slow circles and Olivia grunted. Alex pressed against Olivia until her back was to the wall, the doorway to the kitchen, and then she pulled back and looked over Olivia's undergarments. Her eyes had acclimated to the dark and she saw the body she had spent so long getting to know, and then spent even longer trying to forget.
"Olivia," Alex whispered. "I made love to a woman named Olivia in Witness Protection. Just to say the name. Just to pretend."
Olivia could barely breathe, let alone speak.
Alex hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Olivia's underwear and drew them down. She dropped to her knees to get the briefs all the way down, then she ran her hand over Olivia's calves and thighs. Olivia pressed her hands against the wall behind her and pressed her chin to her chest, nostrils flaring as they worked to draw enough air. She felt lightheaded as she watched Alex lean in and press a gentle, nearly chaste kiss to her pubic hair.
"She didn't taste like you, though," Alex said, and placed one kiss on each hip. She ran her hands up the insides of Olivia's thighs and pushed them apart. Olivia lifted one leg and draped it over Alex's shoulder. Alex turned her head and kissed the warm kiss, parting her lips and drawing wide circles with her tongue. She kissed closer, closer, and Olivia pressed her head against the wallpaper, teeth clenched with anticipation.
Alex brought one hand up and spread Olivia's labia with her index and ring finger. She curled the middle finger and brushed the knuckle against the sensitive, hidden flesh. Slowly, intentionally teasing, biting her lip with Olivia grunted and banged her palm against the wall. "Come on, Cabot..."
Alex shivered. Nearly nine years ago, in Alex's office, the picture was just as clear as the first time. Alex refusing to get a search warrant and Olivia, pissed off and sleep-deprived from five days of hounding a rapist, finally snapped. They screamed in each other's faces, called each other horrible names, nearly came to blows before Olivia grabbed Alex's head and pulled her in for a fierce, explosive kiss.
They had fucked on the desk, knocking aside files and Alex's laptop, clothing hanging from their bodies like torn curtains, their faces burning red, eyes flashing anger as Olivia pumped two fingers into Alex's wet pussy. "Come on, Cabot," Olivia had grunted then, through clenched teeth, tears in the corners of her eyes. "Come on..."
And then Alex bit Olivia's neck, growled, and said, "Fuck me, Benson."
Olivia had cried out, legs scissoring Alex's thigh and her finely tailored suit pants rubbing Olivia to orgasm. Afterward, they dressed and civilly discussed the case. Alex was content with ignoring what had happened, although she couldn't deny it was one of her best orgasms ever, but Olivia wasn't. She showed up at Alex's apartment the next night with a pair of handcuffs, and their relationship was officially underway.
Now, with six years of lies and false identities boxing them in, Alex leaned forward and parted her lips. She slipped her tongue free, curling the tip and instinctively finding the hood of Olivia's clit. She circled it, sucked, teased it until the stubborn bud was hard against her top lip. She closed her eyes as she sucked, extending her middle finger and feeling Olivia's muscles close around it.
"God, Alex," Olivia muttered, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, rocking her hips against Alex's mouth. She reached down and gathered Alex's long, beautiful hair, twisting it around her hair and gently tugging. Alex grunted and redoubled her efforts. She was like a drunk being handed a bottle of the finest liquor in town. She couldn't stop if she wanted to.
Alex closed her lips around one of Olivia's folds and sucked, working it with her tongue. She pulled back, wet her thumb with Olivia's juices, and then used it to toy with Olivia's clit. Olivia arched her back away from the wall and tightened her grip on Alex's hair. Alex hissed and said, "Ow," and Olivia immediately let loose. Alex leaned in, eyes closed, and slipped her tongue inside Olivia.
"Ung," Olivia grunted, and slammed her palm against the wall twice. "Yes, Alex, y-yes..."
Alex curled the tip of her tongue and withdrew it slowly, savoring the taste that was Olivia Benson. She slipped her hands around, digging her fingers into the tight muscles of Olivia's ass, and pulled her forward. Olivia, legs spread around Alex, thrust hard against her and said, "Yes, yes, yes... I'm coming, Alex."
Alex stayed where she was until Olivia cried out in orgasm, her hand twisting and painfully pulling Alex's hair. But Alex didn't protest, knew it wasn't malicious, and continued to brush her tongue against sensitive flesh until Olivia pushed her away. "Stop, stop," she panted, and Alex leaned back.
Olivia's leg fell from her shoulder and she slumped against the wall. She was breathing hard, the tank top pulled tight across her breasts. She put the back of her hand to her mouth as Alex gathered the discarded clothing and stood up. Olivia put a hand between her legs, fingers tight against her mound, and exhaled a sharp, raspy breath. She looked up, eyes bright in the darkness, and said, "Reclaiming your territory?"
"Offering myself back to you," Alex said. She held out Olivia's clothes, and Olivia took them and held them against her chest like a shield.
Olivia looked over Alex's rumpled suit, her mussed hair, and said, "Do I get to undress you now?"
Alex smiled. "If you'd like. But it's not necessary."
Olivia tossed her clothes onto the chair and stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Alex's waist. "No, it is. I want to offer myself back to you, too." She ran the tip of her tongue along Alex's bottom lip - God, it really has been so long, she thought - and then let it slip inside. Alex wrapped her arms around Olivia and moaned into the kiss, holding her tight as if afraid to let go.
They remained like that for a long time, one nearly naked and one fully clothed, kissing in the middle of Olivia's living room, one-time lovers allowing themselves to believe the hiatus was over and they could finally, at last, be together again.