Olivia didn't even have time to knock before the door in front of her flew open; a very cheerful-looking Assistant District Attorney grinned widely at the detective and pulled her inside. Alex's lips quickly landed on hers and all coherent thinking became practically impossible.

"Hi," Alex said once she pulled back.

"Hi yourself," Olivia murmured, her arms still tightly around the blonde. "Missed me?" She pecked Alex playfully.

"Always," Alex breathed and claimed Olivia's lips for another making out session.

It took them fifteen minutes to get from the hallway to the kitchen, but finally they reached the intended destination. Alex went through the cabinets and Olivia's smile was amused as she watched the blonde lay various groceries on the table.

"What?" Alex arched her eyebrow at the detective.

"What are we making exactly?" Olivia asked, gesturing at the bottles and jars on the kitchen counter.

"Pancakes."

"Pancakes?"

"Pancakes."

"Oh, okay. Sure you wanna eat pancakes on New Year's Eve?" Olivia chuckled.

"Positive. It's going to be a tradition," Alex stated, placing a carton of cream next to the jars.

"A tradition, huh?" Olivia said, looking curiously at the other woman.

"Yeah. Remember Thanksgiving last month? After all those, well, rather pathetic attempts to make something a bit more fancy, we ended up eating pancakes. A little charred pancakes, but pancakes nevertheless." Alex babbled, searching for a few bowls and a frying pan. "So, from now on, whenever we're celebrating something together, we'll eat pancakes," she added grinning. Olivia laughed and hugged the blonde from behind.

"Sounds like a plan," she whispered and kissed Alex on the temple before letting go. "So, what's my task this time then?"

"You can whip the cream," Alex said and handed the detective the cream and a bowl. The blonde herself hopped to sit on the kitchen table. At Olivia's disapproving look she snorted. "Whipping the cream takes the longest. Making the pancake batter is a one-minute job."

"Uh-huh," Olivia chuckled and shook her head.

Soon the cream was nicely light and white. The brunette scooped a spoonful of the creamy goodness from the bowl and offered it to Alex. As the blonde leaned forward and was about to lick the spoon, Olivia suddenly pulled back and the whipped cream ended up on Alex's nose.

"Cute." Alex glared at her, but there was no malice in her voice.

"That's what you get for being lazy and making your girlfriend do all the work," Olivia grinned, licking the spoon clean herself. She threw it on the sink and walked to Alex. Standing between the blonde's legs, she tilted her head slightly to the side and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Give me paper towels, will you?" Alex said, her nose still covered in the white and sticky stuff. Olivia just looked at her, eyes sparkling and an almost childish grin on her face. Finally she leaned forward and slowly kissed the cream away.

"Hmmm, not bad," Olivia said with a straight face and Alex swallowed nervously. She grabbed the edge of the table, her knuckles turning white. Olivia slowly licked her lips and Alex couldn't hold back anymore; she grabbed the detective's shirt and pulled her closer for a passionate kiss. When they broke apart, the grin on Olivia's face could only be described as mischievous.

"Well, that was just plain sneaky." Alex's voice was hoarse and she captured the detective's lips once again with her own. Olivia's hands found their way under Alex's shirt in no time, and the electrifying contact made the blonde's skin raise in goosebumps; she buried her own hands in the detective's hair, inching her as close as possible. Olivia kissed her way down Alex's neck, opening the buttons of the blonde's shirt at the same time and pushing it down her shoulders. She returned her attention to Alex's lips, kissing her gently, while her hand made its way slowly to the zipper of Alex's jeans.

Carefully she laid Alex down on her back, never breaking the kiss, and climbed on top of her. Alex tugged Olivia's shirt free from her pants and pulled it over the brunette's head. She couldn't help moaning as her own skin made contact with Olivia's.

Alex felt Olivia's hand travel southwards and she whimpered impatiently, only managing to make Olivia slow down her movement. At the waistband of Alex's panties Olivia stopped, as if waiting for a permission to continue, and Alex groaned in frustration. She could feel Olivia smile against her neck and the hand started moving again.

"Oh, my God," was all Alex could utter before her world exploded into tiny pieces.

- - - -

"I'll never be able to look at this room the same way again," Alex chuckled, drawing lazy circles on Olivia's naked abdomen with her hand. The brunette just grinned, gently stroking Alex's hair.

"We should probably get up and dressed if we want to see the ball dropping. It's almost midnight," Olivia said, but didn't move a muscle.

"Yeah," Alex said and raised her head so she was able to give a kiss to the woman laying beneath her. "You know, I've never done it in a kitchen before," she stated and pursed her lips.

"I'm very glad to hear that." Olivia laughed and sat up. She pulled her shirt back on and helped Alex down. For a moment Alex just stared at Olivia's well-muscled body as the detective picked up their clothes from the floor. Olivia glanced up and noticed Alex ogling her. She arched her eyebrow and slowly stood up.

"Do we really need to see the ball dropping?" Alex asked innocently, but her slightly shallow breathing gave her away. Olivia's smile was amused and soon the clothes fell back on the floor.

"What about pancakes?" Olivia asked teasingly, her own pulse starting to race again just by looking at the gorgeous woman in front of her.

"Fuck the pancakes." Alex's voice was uncharacteristically low. She walked out of the kitchen with a sultry look in her eyes. Olivia was about to follow, but before she could take a step, Alex's voice from a distance stopped her.

"And Olivia? Bring the whipped cream."