April 2001

It was a surprisingly warm day for the first week of April. New York had seen a dreadful winter, and the forecasters said that they wouldn't get spring like weather until May.

Yet, this evening it was a nice 68 degrees. Olivia's infamous leather jacket sat on her chair behind her as she shared a pitcher of beer with her fellow detectives, another serial rapist in prison where he would not leave for the next 20 years.

"How come Cabot never celebrates with us?" Munch questioned after he waived down the waitress to order some food.

Stabler scoffed. "She's too classy to be in a bar like this with people like us." They sat on the roof deck of a fairly new gastropub. Elliot couldn't picture Alex Cabot drinking anything other than $200 bottles of Champagne.

Olivia thought he was exaggerating. "She's not that stuck up."

Elliot laughed. "Are you nuts? Have you ever seen her wear shoes that were less than $700?"

Olivia frowned. "How do you know how much women's shoes cost?"

"Kathy goes on about those designers all the time." When you have a wife and three daughters who all love fashion magazines, you learn way more than you ever wanted to about shoes.

Olivia knew that Alex was out of her league, but there was always wishful thinking.

15 minutes later, a bucket of wings landed on their table. Olivia was about to reach for one when she got a text message.

Who would text me who is not at this table?

The message said, "If you make me cum in the next 30 minutes, I'll give you whatever you want."

Olivia gasped. No way. Alexandra Victoria Cabot did not just sext her. The blonde had never given Olivia even the slightest indication that she was interested in women at all, much less …

You better get over there before she changes her mind.

Olivia texted the blonde back and then ran out of the bar.

"Where you going?" Elliot called after her.

"Gotta go, bye!" She did not bother to explain anything.

"Who could have texted her?" Fin questioned.

Elliot had no idea.

"Let's steal her phone on Monday," Munch suggested.

Fin and Elliot shook their heads.

Wearing nothing but a pink tank top and a pair of panties, Alex sat on her bed, frustrated that her attempts to bring about her own release had faltered. She hated when she couldn't finish what she started.

Alex was single, but she was still friendly with her ex and every now and then, they would scratch each other's itches. It had been a while since their last dalliance, but Alex hoped that her offered incentive would be enough.

"Beep!"

Alex got a response.

This isn't good. Casey never responds unless to say she can't come over.

"I'm on my way."

Alex frowned in confusion. "Why is Olivia on her way over here?" Alex was about to text her why when she saw the message that she had sent the brunette.

The attorney gasped. I sexted the wrong woman!

A wave of horror overcame the blonde before an arousing idea entered her mind.

Olivia is very attractive, and she looks like she knows how to give a girl a good fuck. Maybe this didn't have to be a disaster. Maybe, this could be the beginning of a beautiful arrangement.

After careful deliberation, Alex decided to change. Casey had seen everything already; there had been no reason to dress up, but Olivia was different. She did not want to come across as cheap.

The blonde on a light blue baby doll. Do I wear a robe? Do I not wear a robe?

Unable to decide, she went on to makeup, using her weatherproof makeup because she did not want it to stain her pillow.

Too much makeup.

She took some off.

Not enough makeup.

She put more on.

Her hair looked too messy so she combed it only to decide it looked too neat, so she messed it up again.

Before she could contemplate curling her hair, a thunderous knock interrupted her.

Olivia had hopped in a cab to take her uptown. Of course, everyone was going uptown and traffic was a disaster. She threw money at the cabbie just to jump out of the car and sprint the rest of the way.

When Olivia got to Alex's apartment building, she was still running. She almost slammed into the glass door. Luckily, the concierge saw her and pushed the open button.

Olivia did not want to waste any energy explaining anything. She waved her badge and the man let her through.

She rode the elevator to the seventh floor and then ran to apartment 732.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!"

Alex opened the door just to hear …

"I got twelve minutes."

Olivia swept the blonde into her arms, carrying the taller woman to her own bedroom.

Later, Olivia would study the room in perfect detail, but right now, she was busy.

A bruising kiss reached the attorney as Olivia slid her hand between Alex's legs. She yanked off the soaked panties with one swift motion and quickly explored the counselor's wetness.

She's absolutely sopping wet!

Olivia slid a finger deep inside, causing Alex to moan loudly and thrust her hips forward.

Alex bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds coming out of her mouth. She had been told many a time that she was excessively loud.

Olivia bit down on the blonde's shoulder. "I want to hear you scream."

Olivia's voice was harsh, her movements aggressive. Alex had never been so turned on (yet slightly terrified) in her life.

A thumb traced around Alex's hardened nub, causing her to whimper. Her legs instinctively spread, giving Olivia plenty of room to work.

Olivia rocked her hand, hard, studying every expression on Alex's face and committing to memory which movements caused her to moan the loudest.

The blonde liked two fingers better than one and three fingers most of all. When the brunette added direct pressure to the counselor's clit with her palm, the blonde let out a strangled cry.

Her hips started bucking harder and faster. Olivia could feel Alex tightening around her. She knew the blonde was about to lose it.

"Cum for me," Olivia hissed into the blonde's ear.

She obeyed, clutching the sheets as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "OH FUCK!"

Olivia slowly withdrew her hand before checking Alex's clock. She chuckled. "I had six minutes to spare."

Alex snorted. "Well I'm glad you didn't take your time."

Olivia wished that she had. Will I get a second chance?

It was a few minutes before Alex was operational. "I did say that I would give you whatever you wanted."

Olivia hadn't even thought about what she wanted her reward to be. She paused before giving her answer. "I want to make you cum again."

Yes!

Of course, Alex couldn't reveal how eager she actually was. "And how would you like to do that, detective?"

Alex had an array of toys in her dresser drawer. Olivia couldn't help but smirk as she browsed through them. Who knew our ADA was a sexual deviant?

Olivia saw leather cuffs and was tempted to grab them, but she decided against it. It took a lot of trust to use restraints with a partner, and she didn't want to push Alex too far.

Someday.

When the brunette found a double ended black dildo, she knew that was exactly what she wanted to use.

Olivia hadn't had the chance to take off her clothes before taking Alex the first time. She even still had her leather jacket on.

The brunette took off the jacket and her jeans before putting the smaller end of the phallus between her own legs.

When she returned to the bed, Alex slid her hands under the brunette's t-shirt and yanked it off her. Her hands started to knead Olivia's firm breasts, distracting the detective from her task at hand.

Olivia grunted, signaling she was ready to retake the lead before pulling the blonde's legs apart.

The baby doll was hiked up, exposing Alex's perfect stomach.

Olivia slid the phallus along Alex's sex, coating it in moisture before guiding the tip inside.

"It slides in so easily. You're so wet for me." With a few quick thrusts, Olivia was all the way inside.

Alex moaned loudly at the welcome intrusion.

Olivia kissed her, sucking the air out of the attorney's lungs as she rocked her hips back and forth.

Alex wrapped her impossibly long legs around her new lover's hips, pulling her closer with her nails digging into the brunette's back and hissing for more.

"Please!"

Her begging was the sexiest sound Olivia had ever heard. "Please what?"

"Please … fuck me! Make me yours."

Olivia grabbed the blonde's legs, pushing her ankles onto the brunette's shoulders as she leaned forward on her own knees. The new angle allowed Olivia to move harder and faster.

Alex responded in kind, bucking her hips violently as Olivia took her.

The brunette could feel her own orgasm approaching but Alex's was closer. The blonde started to tighten around the cock. "I'm gonna … gonna …AHHHHH!"

A piercing scream escaped her mouth as she exploded all over Olivia and herself. Her orgasm was surprisingly violent, more so than the first one. She shook and spasmed uncontrollably before sinking back into the sheets.

Olivia pushed the blonde's hair out of her face. She still had no idea what possessed Alex to text her for this, but thank god for cellphones.

When the blonde came to, she realized, "you haven't cum yet."

"Don't worry about me," Olivia told her. "I wanted to get you off, remember."

Alex knew how much it hurt to get close, but not quite make it. She turned around, her back facing the brunette before she sank back down on the cock. Alex started to ride, lowly but deliberately bucking her hips.

"Oh God!" This was delicious torture, watching the blonde's perfect ass move up and down as she felt the cock brushing against her g-spot over and over. They went slow and easy. Olivia knew that Alex couldn't take another pounding, not without some rest.

Eventually, however, Olivia's body betrayed her mind. Her hips started moving faster, harder. She clutched Alex's hips, trying to slow down, but she ended up pulling the blonde onto the cock even harder.

"OH FUCK!" Olivia pushed the blonde onto her hands and knees, fucking her hard and fast before finding her own release. She was seeing stars.

Alex was right behind her. The two lovers slumped into the sheets together, one sticky pile of limbs.

"Is there anything else you would like?"

Olivia's stomach growled. She never did get those wings. "Got any food."

Slim pickings here. "I have ice cream, but did you mean something more savory?"

"I kinda missed dinner."

They ordered Chinese food. Alex ditched the baby doll and put on her bathrobe.

Olivia gasped.

"What?"

"It's just … I fucked you twice before I got to see you take off your top."

Alex threw a shirt at her. It was a Large Hulk shirt.

"You're a fan of the Hulk?" Olivia asked before she put it on.

Alex shrugged. "I probably stole it from someone."

Olivia feigned offense. "Our ADA a thief?"

Alex rolled her eyes. "So what were you doing before we up well … you know."

"I had been drinking with the guys."

Alex turned bright red.

Olivia laughed. "I didn't tell them where I was going. Don't worry about that."

"I don't care if they know I'm gay. I just don't want to come off as slutty."

"You don't," Olivia assured her. "But I might have come off as crazy. I just ran away given them no explanation."

"You ran away?"

"I would have sprinted all the way here if I had to. I pretty much did sprint half the way."

Alex could just picture it now, Olivia sprinting down the street. "I got 12 minutes guys!" She started to laugh.

Olivia threw a pillow at her.

The blonde returned it, and they started to play fight.

Olivia tackled the blonde to the bed. "Surrender!"

Alex used her legs to flip the brunette over. "No!"

Their eyes met and then they shared their first gentle kiss. Olivia's hands moved to brush Alex's hair out of the way. The blonde cupped the brunette's face and they stayed just like that until the doorbell rang.

The delivery guy didn't say anything, but Alex answered the door wearing a bathrobe, with messed up hair, and reeking of sex.

"Um keep the change."

It was a $50 for like a $25 order. "Thanks Ma'am."

Alex shook her head. "Am I really old enough to get called Ma'am?"

Olivia laughed. "That kid looked 16. He probably thinks every girl older than 19 is ma'am."

Crispy chicken wings, shrimp lo mein, beef and broccoli and two egg rolls. Alex could feel her own stomach growling. "I guess we worked up quite an appetite."

Olivia couldn't disagree.

The blonde got out plates and they ate at the kitchen counter, which had stools in front of it.

It was a very nice apartment. The walls were light grey with blue and green accents. They looked like stone. It reminded Olivia of the gastropub she had been at the night before. "Have you been to the Tower of London? It's this new bar in the Lower East Side."

"I have. Did you like it?"

See, Elliot doesn't know everything. "It was nice. The beer was really good. The torches were cool. I didn't get to try the wings though. I got your text just as they hit the table."

"Oh those wings are the best," salty, just a little sweet and they make you want more beer.

"Elliot didn't think you'd like a place like that, that it would be too low class for your tastes."

Alex laughed. "I hope not. I own that bar."

Olivia almost spit out her noodles. "You own that bar?"

"Well, my brother and I. He's the executive chef."

Olivia gasped. "You mean … I could have drank for free."

Alex shook her head. "Don't go telling everyone now."

Alex had to change her sheets before they went to bed. They were absolutely disgusting.

She tossed them into the washer machine and then got her backup set from the linen closet.

"You have a washer and drier in here?" Olivia had to lug her clothes down to the basement, and had been happy enough not to need to go to the Laundromat anymore.

"Shall I give you the grand tour?"

The laundry room was in the back of the apartment, near the balcony.

"Does this door open?" A lot of them were sealed shut due to unsafe fire escapes.

"It does, but it's pretty tiny." Alex used the balcony as an herb garden. She had rosemary, basil, and sage right now.

Obviously, Olivia had already seen the bedroom. The next stop in the Cabot tour was the bathroom, which had a free standing tub.

"It's great for bubble baths."

"Is that how you unwind after work, a nice bubble bath with a glass of Chardonnay?"

Alex made a face. "I hate Chardonnay, but give me a chocolate stout any day."

It was like new revelation for the detective. "Chocolate and beer in one drink?"

"Oh you have to try it."

"Well … I do know this one girl who owns a bar. Maybe she'll help me out."

Alex rolled her eyes. They ended up back in the kitchen where Alex grabbed two chocolate stouts from her fridge.

"The best way to have a chocolate stout," Alex said as she popped open the bottles with her bottle opener, "is in an ice cream float."

Olivia made a strange type of growl; she could not answer in words. "What?"

"We sell it at the restaurant. Hazelnut ice cream, with chocolate stout, whipped cream, salted caramel, chocolate syrup, and a sour cherry on top." Alex hated those jarred cherries, yuck!

Olivia could only say, "I think I'm in love."

"With me or with the milkshake," Alex teased.

"Both … preferably together … in bed."

Alex couldn't help but laugh.

For now, Olivia only had the beer on it's own, but it was pretty excellent. It was rich but not very sweet, it reminded Olivia of an iced coffee but not too watery. "When did you get interested in beer?"

As it turns out, the Cabots come from a long line of brewers. "People always think we're German because we're blonde and we make beer, but we're actually Scottish (with a little bit of French)." Yes their homeland was known for Scotch, but they loved their beer just as much. "The gastropub was a nod to our roots. We used to go to Scotland every summer and visit our grandparents."

"Oh that sounds amazing!" Olivia had never been off the continent before.

"It was pretty great." The last couple of years, they hadn't been able to find a time to all go.

They chatted away until it was after 2AM. Alex yawned. "I better get to bed."

Olivia wondered if she should stay or go. She would love to stay, but she didn't want to wear out her welcome.

The detective stood there, not moving until Alex said "I have an extra toothbrush if you want."

"Oh thanks."

After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, the two women were finally ready for bed.

"I'm glad you came over."

Olivia grinned. "I'm glad you came too."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Jerk."

Olivia didn't get a chance to appreciate just how comfortable Alex's bed was until now. This was probably the most expensive mattress Olivia had ever slept on. It was firm but it had a nice give to it. Also, there were a lot of pillows. Once Olivia's head hit her pillow, she fell fast asleep.