Prompt 05. Right-Wing Bitch/Hottie Lesbian 3/3

Mar 18, 2007 01:44



Olivia chose one of the classier clubs to start out with, figuring she ought to ease Alex in to the subculture. There were two dance floors, one on each level, two bars, same thing, bathrooms, and an area on each story with tables and chairs. Then there was the VIP lounge, which Olivia could access if she wanted to, but she thought that best saved for another time.

As soon as they walked in, they were assaulted by the smell of pot and cigarettes, and the overall lingering scent of booze. The music was loud, but not too loud, and Olivia pointed out a table in the back. Alex nodded and followed her over, then ordered a margarita when the waitress came by. Olivia ordered a coke.

"Haven't seen you in awhile, dollbaby," the waitress crooned at Olivia, giving her a smile and a flirtatious kiss on the cheek. "We been startin to miss ya."

Alex stiffened in her chair. What was some waitress in a club doing kissing Olivia's cheek like that? And... uh... why the hell did she care?

"Hey Sherilynn, this is my friend Alex. I think she's really gonna need that margarita, there's an extra five in it for you if you make it your way."

Alex raised a brow, her eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them, and when the waitress had left, she eyed Olivia suspiciously. "What's her way, exactly?"

"It just tastes better, trust me. More fruity. I promise I'm not trying to get you drunk."

When Alex saw the waitress heading back toward their table, looking at Olivia in a rather predatory manner, she quickly stood up and held out her hand. "Let's, uh, dance," she said awkwardly.

"You don't sound entirely thrilled at the idea," Olivia said skeptically, though she took Alex's hand and stood.

"No, I was just thinking," the blonde said, shaking her head as if to clear it.

"Egh, none of that tonight," Olivia said, making a face, and she grinned when Alex laughed. Then she turned half serious, half mischievous. "Are you sure you want to dance with me, princess?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Mmm, that nickname again. Shiver.

"Because I can dance circles around your ass without breaking a sweat."

"Oh my God, you're so cocky," Alex said, mildly shocked, but she couldn't help laughing. "And you called *me* arrogant."

"It's not arrogance, it's pure unadulterated fact," Olivia proclaimed.

"We'll see about that. You have no idea how well I dance."

"Oh, I don't doubt your abilities," Olivia clarified, a slow smirk spreading over her features.

"Well what do you doubt, then?" Alex asked, her head tilted in confusion.

Olivia stepped closer so she could whisper the two-word answer into Alex's ear, letting her breath brush the lobe as she spoke. "Your nerve."

Oh dear God. For a supposedly straight girl, Alex went considerably weak in the knees when she felt Olivia's warm breath against her ear. She almost fell over. She could have blamed it on the boots, though, and probably gotten away with it since she wasn't used to wearing them. She closed her eyes, letting Olivia's words filter through her system before she realized she'd just been challenged, and then snapped around to look at her friend, arching one blonde eyebrow. "You obviously don't realize who you're dealing with here. My nerve reaches far beyond the boundaries of this dance floor, and it has come under fire several times in my life, only to prove its unyielding dominance and perseverence."

"You can't intimidate me with big words. I go to college too, remember? Now stop stalling and show me what you got, princess."

Yeah, Alex really didn't have that much nerve, and she had no idea how she was going to show Olivia up on the dance floor, but she had to do something, so she went for shock value. With careful steps, she closed the short distance between them, placing her hands on Olivia's waist, and then backing the brunette up until she was against the wall.

The action wasn't aggressive, it was almost shy, which turned Olivia on beyond belief, and now here she was pressed against the wall with Alexandra Cabot standing really, really close. *Uh, does anyone have a respirator?*

Alex took in Olivia's wild eyes and heavy breathing, and she bit her lip as she admitted with a blush, "that's all I've got. I was lying."

It took Olivia less than half a second to slide back into her comfort zone, and she grinned rakishly at the blonde. "I know. My turn." She pushed off the wall, taking Alex with her, and grabbed the blonde gently by the wrists, forcing her to turn around, then moved her hands from Alex's wrists to her waist. The music's pulsing beat pounded in her ears - or maybe that was just her own heartbeat - as she pulled Alex's ass smoothly against her hips and rubbed her hands down firmly over the front of her dance partner's thighs.

"Uh!" Alex exclaimed in surprise, the wind forced from her lungs as she leaned back against Olivia, her thighs quivering at the commanding touch. "You win," she conceded in a breathless attempt at words.

Olivia was surprised that Alex was still standing, let alone allowing her to do what she was doing. "I know," she said again, snaking her hands back up Alex's thighs and under the hem of her tank, scratching her belly with featherlight touches as she began moving their hips together.

Alex's stomach convulsed as she sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to groan as her eyes rolled back in her head. What, what, *what* was she doing? And why did it feel so amazing? This was wrong, she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be thinking about how soft Olivia's fingers were, or how warm her body was... She should be on the first plane home to ask her mother to pay for therapy. But she wasn't moving. She knew it was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. And, really, they were just dancing. It's not like they were... you know... doing *that*. She just wouldn't do *that* with a girl. She just wouldn't. This was how everyone was dancing.

Olivia had a feeling she'd pushed Alex far enough, so she gradually stopped her movements, slowly taking her hands away from the blonde's stomach and stepping a few inches back away from her. Alex swooned though when she stepped back, so she quickly moved forward again to catch her. "Woah there, breathe," she instructed, helping Alex back to their table and sitting her in the booth.

"I'm fine," Alex insisted. "I just lost my balance, that's all. I'm breathing, I promise." *Grrrrr! Slick, Alex. Can't even stand up on your own after dancing with her.*

"No CPR then?" Olivia teased. "Damn."

Alex grinned and stuck her tongue out, then ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know why I said I could keep up with you. I've never club-danced in my entire life."

"Club-danced? Is that a new verb? You don't have a better way to say it in that educated brain of yours?"

"Shut up!" Alex laughed, giving her friend a hard shove in the shoulder.

"It's okay. I knew you couldn't dance unless you were in ballet slippers or some shit like that."

"You know... you judge me quite often for someone that accuses me of being judgmental."

"I'm not judging you, I'm teasing you. If I were judging you, we wouldn't be here. And, you are judgmental, that has no bearing on whether I am or not."

Alex wanted to defend herself, to say that she wasn't judgmental, but she knew she was, and she wasn't a liar. She just didn't know how to be any other way.

Liv watched the sparkle fade out of Alex's eyes, and kicked herself for causing it. "Hey. I'm just talking out of my ass."

"No, you're right," Alex said with a sigh, reaching for her drink, but Olivia stopped her.

"Order another, that's been sitting here unattended."

Alex nodded, aware of the risk now that Olivia had brought it to her attention. It wasn't something she usually needed to take into consideration. "Thanks, but if that waitress doesn't come back, you won't hear me complain," she said, a little petulantly.

Olivia's sensors all stood up, along with her eyebrows, and she peered at Alex. "Why's that?"

Oh hell. How was she supposed to answer that question without incriminating herself for a crime she wasn't even sure she was committing? "She, uh..."

"She what? She was moving in on your territory?" Liv asked with that sultry half-smirk she'd perfected over the past few years.

"Something like that," Alex muttered, reaching for her drink again without thinking, and again Olivia stopped her.

"Hello? Unattended drink, I believe we had this discussion just recently?"

"Right," Alex said, nodding to herself.

"You're just trying to take the focus off of your self-indictment," Liv pointed out observantly. "So let's get back to that." She moved Alex's drink to the other side of the table, out of reach, before continuing. "I'm not looking to be anybody's territory, so just watch that," she told Alex firmly, but not unkindly. "I go where I want, do what I want, I don't answer to anybody, not to mention the fact that you and I aren't even involved, seeing as how you're straight and I'm female, and I don't know that I'd want to date you even if you weren't."

Alex blinked, feeling like a kid getting scolded as Olivia barraged her with warnings and truths. "I--I didn't mean--"

"Yes you did. I'm not mad, I'm just giving you a heads up."

For some reason, Alex felt rejected even though she hadn't asked for anything from Olivia. Maybe it was the statement that Olivia probably wouldn't want to date her even if she wasn't straight. She fumbled with the hem of her skirt, staring at her hands, and feeling the traitorous prick of tears behind her eyes.

Olivia gently took Alex's chin in her hand and tilted her head back up. "Hey. Princess?" she questioned, a little thrown off by Alex's reaction to her words. When the blonde wouldn't lift her eyes, she tried again. "Princess look at me. What aren't you telling me, huh?"

Alex didn't want to look into her friend's eyes because she was afraid that Olivia would see what she was trying so desperately to hide behind her own. Confusion, desire, immeasurable fear... But the nickname was killing her, and she couldn't just ignore Olivia, so she looked. "I don't know," she answered the vocal question.

Liv released her chin but kept looking at her. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just throwing my weight around. I get like that when I feel cornered."

"Why did you feel cornered?" Alex asked, not really understanding the impact of her confession about the waitress.

"Because," Olivia answered, shrugging her shoulders. "You didn't like Sherilynn paying a certain kind of attention to me, but it's not like you're giving it to me either, so I don't understand your motive for getting pissy."

"I do not get 'pissy'," Alex said, sitting up taller and looking down at Olivia. "And... I... I'm sorry. I know it's none of my business who kisses you and who doesn't. I don't know what my problem is."

"I mean shit, it's not like you made a move and I rejected you," Olivia continued. "Then you'd at least have a reason to be jealous."

Was that what this awful feeling in her chest was? Jealousy? "I know. I'm sorry," she said again, staring at the table in front of them.

"And for the record, she kissed my cheek in a friendly manner. When I *kiss* someone, you'll *know*."

Alex's stomach tightened at that and she balled her hands into fists beneath the table. She just didn't know what to think. Her body said she wanted to *know*, but her brain was screaming so loudly it was hard to reason with. "I don't want to see you kiss anyone," she admitted, still not looking at her friend.

Earlier in the day Olivia would have ribbed her for that comment, but as it were, she knew that Alex didn't mean it in an anti-lesbian way - that her reasons were gentle and self-preservational, not discriminatory. "I didn't say you have to," Liv said softly. "Come here, princess."

Olivia held out her arms and Alex leaned into them, resting her head on her friend's shoulder. She couldn't help inhaling the scent of Olivia's subtle perfume, and as the brunette's arms settled around her and gave her an affectionate squeeze, she closed her eyes, trying to will herself to just relax. She was fine. Everything was fine, no need to panic. Olivia made her feel so safe and protected, even though her haunting feelings for Olivia were what she was trying to feel safe from and protected against. The irony was astounding.

Liv picked up a hand and started absently stroking Alex's hair, wishing she could straighten out the mess she knew Alex's thoughts must be.

Alex shifted her position to allow Olivia better access, because God that felt so good. She turned toward her friend, so they were sort of facing each other, and turned her head so that her face was pressed against the spot between Liv's neck and right shoulder.

Liv chuckled and kept petting Alex's long, silky hair, bringing her other hand up to lightly run her fingernails up and down the blonde's back.

Alex was losing it - her sanity, her willpower, her control. Sensation and desire were overtaking her, and her entire body trembled fearfully as she pressed her face harder against Olivia's tanned skin, only just managing not to bite her to stifle a moan. She let her breath out instead in a long, slow puff of air, and mumbled against Liv's shoulder. "Oh God, that feels good..."

Olivia wanted nothing more than to see how this might play out, but her conscience wouldn't let her take advantage of Alex's confused vulnerability, despite how wet the blonde was innocently making her. She was about to suggest they call it a night when she felt Alex stir, and then warm, soft lips brushed against the side of her neck. Accident. Total accident. Accident that was going to make her come in her pants-- er, dress,-- but it had to be an accident. When Alex tentatively kissed her neck again, she dropped her head back against the top of the booth and groaned, momentarily forgetting her noble intentions to take Alex home.

Alex wasn't sure her actions would be welcome, but Olivia smelled so good and her skin was so soft, she didn't stop to think about consequences. When the brunette groaned, Alex was relieved, and an overwhelming rush of pleasure washed over her at being able to make Olivia sound like that. "You taste... so good," she whispered reverently. "And you're so soft..."

Olivia was basically incoherent, smothered by the sudden intensity of the situation. She hadn't really thought about doing this with Alex, simply because it didn't seem within the realm of possibility, so she wasn't prepared for the onslaught of electricity that jolted every nerve ending in her body into a happy state. "Wait, no," she stammered, almost physically unable to say those two words because she really didn't want to. "We can't do this here, like this... I don't want it to be something you regret in the morning..."

Alex whined, but she knew Olivia was just being the voice of reason, and she knew Olivia was right. Well, she didn't think she'd regret anything in the morning, but she understood what Olivia meant. And hey, maybe she was right about that part too, and she'd wake up with regrets... but if she was honest with herself, which she hadn't been until meeting Olivia, then she knew this wasn't something that would go away. She had fought so hard against it, but for some reason Olivia's casual and fuck-anyone-else's-opinion-of-me attitude made her feel like it might be okay.

However, Alex wasn't quite ready to give up just yet, and she very slowly pulled back so her face was only a few inches apart from Olivia's. "Just one kiss," she breathed. "Then we'll go."

"Alex I don't th--" She stopped talking when Alex shifted her weight, lifting one leg across Liv's to sit straddling her.

"Please?" Alex begged softly, her eyes searching Olivia's.

Olivia knew she shouldn't. But there was only so much strain a person's willpower could take before it snapped, and for fuck's sake, Alex Cabot was straddling her lap begging for a kiss. What kind of lesbian would she be if she refused that? Her control was outmaneuvered, and she took in a staggering breath, lifting one of her hands to tangle in the sweaty blonde hair at the nape of Alex's neck. The look of bliss on Alexandra's face was her breaking point, and she pulled the blonde into a soft, sweet, tender kiss, letting their lips touch for but a few seconds before gently tugging Alex's mouth from hers.

Alex was breathing much harder than she should have been from the brief contact, but her world was turning upside-down and she felt like she was falling without a safety net. She had never felt anything so amazing in her life, or so soft. Olivia's lips were like velvet, and her head was spinning. She actually felt dizzy. "Olivia," she exhaled, her eyelids fluttering in an attempt to stay open.

Olivia was a bit startled at the electricity in the almost-chaste kiss, and Alex nearly moaning her name was going to KILL her. "Don't. Don't say my name like that, Alex," she pleaded, her own head spinning overtime as well.

"Why not?" Alex asked, her lids losing the battle as they fell, covering her swirling blue eyes.

"Because I'll lose it," Olivia said honestly. "And I don't want to do that. We need to go, you need to sleep on this, an-- unghhhhhh," she groaned loudly at the feel of hands covering her breasts. She was so wet, so aroused that it hurt, the throbbing between her legs approaching unbearable now. "Alex no," she insisted, miraculously able to force the words out in a serious, halting tone. She would love to throw Alex down on the table and fuck her delirious, but she didn't want to invest herself before Alex knew what she really wanted. Yes, okay, she was starting to like the blonde, and she didn't want to become a casualty of a failed experiment, no matter how hard up she was at the moment.

"I'm sorry," Alex said quickly, climbing off of Olivia's lap and standing, trying to shove her hands in pockets that weren't there. She was blushing furiously, trying to catch her breath, and unnervingly warm and wet between her shaking legs.

"No need to apologize, don't misunderstand," Olivia said, catching her own breath before joining Alex in standing, and leading her out to the car. She still had the keys, so she turned off the alarm and unlocked the doors, then helped Alex into the passenger's seat even though she could manage on her own. "Do you live on campus?" she asked as she started the car and headed in that direction.

Alex was confused, aroused, embarrassed and ashamed, but she managed to answer the question. "Uh, no, but I can stay with Angelica tonight," she offered. "It's too far for you to walk and I'm not loaning out my car no matter how much I like you..."

Olivia cracked a smile, but when she glanced sideways at Alex she could easily read the hurt in her posture. "Alex... I like you too, more than I thought I did, and believe me, that table was looking like a good place to show you how much... but I need you to be sure. I can't take that kind of risk, I have to protect myself."

Alex nodded in understanding, Olivia's words easing her fears. "I understand, I didn't mean to pressure you," she said with a tiny smile.

"Oh believe me, there was no pressure needed," Olivia said. "I'll be needing extra batteries tonight."

Alex felt like she was being strangled, unable to inhale after expelling all of the air in her lungs in a rush. "What?" she asked, and then instantly recanted. "No, don't answer that, I won't be able to sleep."

"Are you sure Angelica will want you staying over?" Liv asked as she parked the car halfway between hers and Angelica's dorms, after Alex had told her which building Angelica lived in.

"She'll get over it," Alex mumbled, climbing out of the car. "Well, uh... thanks for tonight, it was the best time I've had in... my life, I think," she said with a crooked grin.

"Oh hell no, I'm walking you to Angelica's. You can say good-night from there. What do you think I am, gonna let you walk over there alone at night?"

Alex's cheeks flushed slightly, and she accepted Olivia's arm as they walked to Angelica's building. Olivia insisted on walking her all the way to the door and making sure she got in all right. They said a brief good-night after that, and Olivia left Alex to explain her earlier outburst to her friend as she walked back to her own dorm. Oops... she still had Alexandra's car keys. Haha.

--

Alex and Angelica decided to talk about things in the morning, and Angelica gave Alex her roommate's bed for the night, since her roomie wasn't coming back for a few days. On vacation or something.

Alex lay awake, unable to even get close to sleep. Her heart hadn't stopped pounding, since she hadn't stopped thinking about Olivia. She was uncomfortably wet and didn't have a change of panties, and was not about to wake Angelica up and ask to borrow some. It probably wouldn't help anyway, those would just get wet too unless she could force the feel of Olivia's lips from her mind. But she couldn't. In fact, the more she tried, the more vivid the images became, and she was squirming around in the sheets, driving herself crazy. And when she remembered what Olivia had said about needing extra batteries, she shoved her face into her pillow to muffle her frustrated groan. She really wanted to touch herself, but Angelica was sleeping in the same room!

Finally she gave up the fight. She'd just be really quiet. She rolled onto her back, biting her lip as she slipped her hand inside her panties, gasping as soon as her fingers made contact with her aching sex. She hadn't touched herself in awhile, and she was incredibly sensitive at the moment, rocking her hips up against her fingers as she slid two inside herself, unable to stop the languid moan of satisfaction that escaped. God, she needed this. It felt better than she recalled, but that was probably due to her keyed up state of mind and body. It wasn't going to take much to push her over the edge, and she skillfully brought herself off, rubbing her clit firmly and pushing her fingers in and out. She bit on her forearm to filter the noise she made when she came, and things exploded inside her, making her see stars. No, this was not something that was going to go away.

When Alex opened her eyes, she shrieked in surprise to see Angelica standing next to the bed, staring down at her with her hands on her hips. "Alexandra, what in the hell are you doing?" she demanded hotly.

"Like you never do it?" Alex squeaked, absolutely horrified at being caught.

"My boyfriend takes care of that for me," Angelica said, her eyes narrowing.

"Well I don't have one," Alex replied, starting to become less embarrassed and more irritated.

"No, you don't," Angelica said accusingly. "You have a girlfriend, though, don't you?"

Alex threw the covers off of her still trembling body. "I don't need to listen to this," she declared, getting out of bed and pulling her skirt on, then her boots. All the blood rushed to her head as she stood, and she wavered for a minute, but then she was steady and she shoved Angelica out of her way as she headed for the door.

"I can't believe you're a dyke!" Angelica shouted into the hallway after Alex. "And I let you sleep here so many times!"

Tears were streaming down Alex's cheeks as she strode briskly away from her now-ex-best-friend, trying to ignore the rattling echo of Angelica's words. She walked hurriedly to her car and stopped when she realized she didn't have the keys. Wow, this was just not her night.

Sniffling and swiping at her tears, Alex sucked it up and made her way to Olivia's dorm room, knocking softly, hoping she wasn't asleep yet either. She hated to be woken up, so she didn't want to do it to someone else.

Olivia was asleep, she'd tired herself out - and the evidence was displayed on her nightstand (which included an empty battery package). But she had always been a light sleeper, and she roused at the knock, padding to the door in bare feet and calling quietly, "who is it?"

"It's Alex," the blonde replied, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying. But she was pretty sure her mascara would be smeared down her cheeks and her eyes were red, and her voice sounded swollen and choked.

Liv opened the door and moved aside to let Alex in. She immediately knew something was wrong, and closed the door after ushering her friend inside. "Hey, what's wrong?"

The sight of Olivia wearing only underwear and a cotton tank top nearly jarred Alex into an alternate reality, but she managed to answer the question. "You have my keys."

"Well, I usually cry when I forget my keys, too," Olivia said with a smirk, shaking her head. "What happened?"

"I can't tell yo--" Alex stopped mid-sentence when she caught a glimpse of Olivia's nightstand. "Oh God... I guess I can," she said with a groan, rolling her eyes. "Angelica caught me doing... *that*." She nodded toward Liv's vibrator. "She called me a dyke and said she couldn't believe she'd let me sleep over so many times."

Olivia lost her composure at the thought of Alex masturbating, and she blinked in surprise, sinking down onto her bed. "Well," she began, swallowing hard, "did you tell her it wasn't true?"

"No," Alex said quietly.

Liv was seriously impressed. "You've got balls," she said, and Alex didn't miss the note of pride in her voice. "That really takes nerve, Alex. And I'm not patronizing you when I say that I'm impressed."

"You are?" Alex asked, looking up suddenly, and she found herself smiling a little at Olivia's affirmation. Her eyes kept flicking to Liv's nightstand, and finally Olivia grabbed the vibrator and shoved it under her pillow. "Hey, I was looking at that," the blonde complained.

"I know," Olivia replied dryly. "I had to hide it for your protection. Your innocent eyes needed saving." She stood up and walked to Alex, kissing her gently on the forehead. "Do you want your keys, or do you want to stay here?"

"I want to stay here," Alex answered without hesitation. "But not if you don't want me to."

"Don't you know me by now? I wouldn't offer something I wasn't okay with."

"Well I didn't ask if you were *okay* with it, I asked if you *wanted* me to stay..."

"You actually didn't ask a question at all, you made a statement," Olivia pointed out.

"Details, details," Alex whispered. "And I need a change of underwear..."

THUNK. Olivia moved to the wall and knocked her head against it. "What's wrong with the pair you're wearing?" she forced herself to ask, ready to bang her head again if needed.

"Stop that!" Alex said, her eyes widening in alarm. "Are you trying to give yourself a concussion?"

"Yes," Liv answered with a nod.

"Well don't. Can I please, pleeeease borrow some underwear?" Alex whined, reaching under her skirt to start taking off her current pair.

"OhmyGodstopit!" Olivia said in a rush, holding her hand out to block the view. "I'll ravage you!"

Alex let the panties slide down her legs and pool at her feet. "Oops," she said, slowly stepping out of them.

Olivia stood frozen in place, hyperventilating, very aware of the fact that Alex was now naked beneath her skirt. And seducing *her*. Shouldn't it be the other way around, since she was the career lesbian and was experienced at this sort of thing?

"I've been kidding myself for so long," Alex confessed quietly, running her tongue over her lips, "that I made myself believe I thought two women together was disgusting. But being with you, spending time with you, being held by you... kissing and touching you... it's enough to crumble my defensive walls and make me stare truth in the eye. You make me want to be proud of how I feel about you. Long term. And right now, you make me want to come all over your sheets."

Olivia was absolutely fucking speechless. She stood staring at Alex with a mix of lust and awe, overlayed with an incredible amount of respect. She didn't speak until Alex was standing right in front of her. "No objections," she rasped in a shaky voice.

Alex pushed them both toward Olivia's bed, making the brunette sit on the edge as she climbed up to straddle her lap - just like earlier, except for the fact that now they were skin to skin, and Olivia melted into a puddle at the slick heat against her bare thighs.

"Christ," Olivia hissed, placing her hands on Alex's hips as she lifted one leg to press more firmly between the blonde's legs.

Alex moaned, losing her posture and slumping forward, resting her forehead on Olivia's shoulder.

"Slower," Olivia whispered, urging Alex to lay back on the bed. She wanted to take her time, to unwrap Alex like the amazing gift that she was.

Alex complied, settling herself down, frowning when her head hit the pillow. She snatched the vibrator from underneath it and put it back on the nightstand, then re-settled and looked adoringly up at Liv.

Olivia didn't have it in her to laugh, even though it was funny, because she was more nervous to do this with Alex than she'd ever been before. A trail of wetness glistened on her own thighs as she stared at the smooth pale skin of Alex's, laid out before her penetrating gaze. She leaned her head down to place soft kisses on Alex's stomach, which quivered under her lips in a very stimulating manner. She couldn't believe she was doing this, here, now, with Alexandra Cabot, and it was so...fucking...good. She could almost taste her lover's sweet, intoxicating scent, and she nuzzled her cheek against the flat plane of her belly.

Alex trembled so violently she thought she might throw up, her nerves were wound so tight. But she wanted this, so badly, and it felt so good, and Olivia was so gentle and sweet, and her lips were still so soft, and Alex got even more turned on every time either of them moved.

Olivia felt the trembling, and she crawled up to lay herself fully on top of Alex, without putting her weight on the blonde. "We don't have to do this," she whispered, her voice low and raspy, yet concerned.

"Y-you don't want to?" Alex stammered so quietly that Olivia had to strain to hear her.

"Princess, I'm so wet for you it hurts," she assured her girl, her throat constricting as she spoke. She didn't even notice that her brain had referred to Alex as her girl.

"And you know I am," Alex agreed. "I'm nervous, but that doesn't mean I'm having second thoughts. I've never wanted anyone more. I want you Liv..."

The nickname warmed Olivia's chest, as well as Alex's confession, and she captured her lover's lips in a tender kiss, groaning when Alex opened her mouth and she felt the blonde's tongue pressing insistently against her lips. She returned the request, pushing her tongue into Alex's mouth, flicking over her teeth and exploring further inside.

Alex practically purred, licking Olivia's lips and tongue, executing the perfect search warrant and finding nothing but heat.

"I want you too, princess," Olivia gasped when she pulled away for air. "So much..." She trailed kisses down the side of Alex's jaw, nipping and sucking at her neck with increasing intensity. She tried to rein herself in, not wanting to go overboard and scare Alex to death. "I want to see you," she whispered, bringing her hands into play, slowly pushing the hem of Alex's tank top upwards.

Alex sat up and put her arms above her head, letting Olivia remove her shirt, then blushing as she laid back down, covering her breasts with her hands. She was suddenly shy, and she grinned sheepishly up at Liv.

"Princess, if you want me to kiss them, you have to move your hands," Liv purred, licking a circle around the middle of Alex's ribcage.

Alex shuddered at the warmth of Olivia's tongue, but bit her lip and shook her head, refusing to move her hands. In response to that, Olivia started sucking on her fingers, and she groaned, loosening her hold enough for Liv to take her by the wrists and move her hands away.

"Beautiful," Olivia murmured, wrapping her lips around a sweet pink nipple and kissing it so affectionately that Alex sighed and started to relax. When she felt the blonde stop shaking so badly, she flattened her tongue and dragged it over Alex's very hard nipple, across her sternum and to her other nipple, then circled it once and sucked it between her teeth, nibbling gently.

Alex gasped and arched into the touch, pressing her breast more firmly into Olivia's mouth, and she felt Olivia respond by opening wider, taking more of her in, her tongue flicking back and forth rapidly across Alex's nipple. The friction sent little jolts of pleasure between her legs over and over again, and her hips were jerking without her consent until firm hands gripped her waist and held her down. "Ohhhhh, God," she hissed, the action fueling her fire even hotter, her hips straining against the hold.

Liv backed down Alex's body until she was kneeling between her legs, stroking the outsides of her thighs. "Are you okay with being completely naked?" she whispered, running her fingertips up and down the short skirt modestly covering Alex.

Alex breathed and closed her eyes, giving a nod of consent and lifting her hips to help the process. Slender fingers slid under the waistband of the skirt and tugged, slowly revealing her soft blonde curls and the flood of wetness beneath them.

Olivia carefully removed the skirt and let it fall to the bed or the floor or wherever it landed, she really didn't care. She took a moment to just admire the naked beauty in her bed, her lover's pale cheeks flushed with exertion, her body slick with arousal. She loved the way Alex's chest heaved with her labored breathing and the fact that she had her legs crossed at the ankles. "You are exquisite," she declared in wonder, stroking the tops of Alex's thighs, urging them apart with light, suggestive pressure.

Alex held her breath as she allowed Olivia to part her legs, and she kept her eyes shut as tightly as she could. She had slept with a few men before, but never, ever had she felt so utterly exposed and naked as she did under Olivia's ravenous gaze. It was like those rich, stormy brown eyes could peel away the layers of her soul until all that remained was absolute truth. She hoped her lover liked what she saw.

Olivia was riveted, in awe, unable to even comprehend anything on an intellectual level at that moment. "Can I kiss you here?" she breathed, her face just inches from Alex's glistening sex.

Alex made an incoherent noise, sliding her thighs apart further, hoping Olivia would take that as consent.

Olivia was hoping that was a yes, and she blew a cool breath between the blonde's legs, leaning in for a fleeting kiss that made her muscles go slack. She leaned in again, pressing a longer, sweeter, open-mouthed kiss against Alex's pussy, and her reward was in the form of a desperate plea from Alexandra.

"Oh!" Alex gasped, throwing her head to the side and gripping the sheets in tightly closed fists. "Please!" She had never known intimacy could feel this fucking good, and she didn't know exactly what she wanted, but she knew she wanted *more*. "Please, please," she begged, breathing harshly and continuously whimpering.

Olivia shuddered against her deliciously writhing lover, then licked her harder, scraping Alex's clit with her teeth as she pushed her tongue inside.

Alex cried out, back arching, her whimpers continuing as she got lost in the feeling of having Olivia inside her. It was a life-altering experience. It blew her mind and shattered her defenses, and when she came, she came hard, all over Olivia's sheets. She felt liberated, loved, and important in a way that actually mattered, and tears of release spilled from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks.

Olivia cleaned up her mess from the blonde's thighs, leaving the come that had slipped down to the sheets, and crawled up beside Alexandra to hold her tight, planting kisses of comfort and affection on her cheeks and the top of her head, murmuring soothing words. Alex cried harder, and Olivia instinctively knew that the wracking sobs were because of the lie her lover had been living her entire life. She knew what that felt like, though for her it wasn't her sexual orientation that she struggled with... it was the circumstances of her conception. "It's okay princess, I've got you," she promised, stroking Alex's hair and rubbing up and down her back.

Alex clung to Olivia like her life depended on it, grateful beyond words for the kindness and patience Liv was showing her. It took her quite awhile to calm down, and when she finally did, the first thing she made sure to say was, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't you dare," Olivia said with a smile, tapping Alex on the nose. "I understand more than you think."

Alex looked at her through slightly blurry vision, blinking the last of her tears out of the way and nodding. "Thank you..."

They lay in silence for another few minutes, and Liv heard Alex sigh contently, which made her very happy. "You okay princess?"

"Emotional breakdown aside... that was incredible," Alex replied, letting out a slow breath. "Absolutely incredible."

"So..." Olivia began, a blush coloring her cheeks as she asked the next question... "no regrets then?" Gahhhh, she was nervous about hearing the answer to that. Damn emotions.

"No, none at all," Alex assured her, shaking her head. "You amaze me, Olivia Benson." She tripped over her words a bit after that, but finally managed to land on solid ground and ask, "would I scare you off if I had... like... feelings for you?" Please don't say yes, please don't say yes...

Olivia smiled and kissed Alex so lovingly that the blonde melted in her arms. "I don't scare off. If you have feelings for me, I'll consider myself blessed."

"You won't think I just have a stupid crush, or that I'm experimenting, right?"

"I promise," Olivia shook her head.

That made Alex smile and seemed to relax her, and she nuzzled Olivia's neck, putting her arms around her... girlfriend? Lover? Friend? She didn't exactly have experience with this more-than-one-night-stand thing. "Well how do you feel?" she blurted out before she could realize that she might not want to hear Olivia's feelings or possible lack thereof.

Liv chuckled at the hurried way Alex spit out the question. She decided to just go for broke and tell the whole truth. "I pretty much hated you this morning, I liked you by this afternoon, and now... well now I don't know exactly what the feeling is, but when I think about spending time away from you, it sucks." Very, very eloquent, Olivia.

Alex got a goofy grin and kissed Olivia hard, then squeezed her tight and fumbled around for the blankets, to no avail.

"I got it," Olivia offered, reaching behind herself to drag the covers over them, then snuggling up with Alex. "So... *do* you have feelings for me?" she asked casually, trying to pretend she didn't have anything invested in the answer.

Alex debated a smart-assed remark, but Olivia had been sincere with her, so she returned the courtesy. "Yes," she answered simply.

"So..." Olivia asked again, and again forced a casual tone, "does that mean I can call you my girlfriend?"

"Yes," Alex said with a smile, trying to snuggle even closer. "But I really like it when you call me princess."

Liv beamed, kissing Alex's forehead. "You want to be my princess, huh?"

"Mmm, your princess," Alex mumbled, exhaustion starting to take over now that she felt safe again, in Olivia's arms. "Yeah. I'myourprincess," she slurred, drifting halfway to sleep.

Olivia settled her head down on the pillow, sleep trying to claim her as well. She couldn't remember ever being this happy, and that was saying something, because she enjoyed her life a great deal. Alex was just something really special, and Liv marveled at the fact that they'd gone to school together for six months and never spoken until yesterday morning. She licked her lips to moisten them, and purred as she tasted the lingering flavor of Alex's come... and that was the last thing she did before she succumbed to a night of sweet dreams.

Fin

svu, rockstar series, alex/olivia

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