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Fandom: Law & Order S.V.U.

Pairing: Alex/Olivia

Rating: PG-13 to R (depends on the chapter)

Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not my intellectual property. They belong to Dick Wolf, NBC and other people that I don’t associate with. If they were mine, Alex would still be on the show and things would be slightly different. This is for fun…read - me mucking about for some entertainment in another person’s sandbox, not for money. While this has been beta’d, we’re not perfect and I accept full responsibility for all mistakes.

A/N: Nothing major in terms of spoilers, time line wise it takes place post season 10, but that’s about it. This is also a response to a challenge by KC on SFC# 24 over at P & P – that had to meet the following criteria – “Must include; a first impression, a bad pun and a discussion on the social confines of society. Must include at least ONE of the following: Munch getting laid, Fin giving relationship advice to Cragen, or Elliot being kissed unexpectantly by a male suspect.” I think that I met the criteria and I really did try to fit in a kiss with a male suspect, but damnit it felt forced so I yanked the scene…sorry, I tried. Thank you to my long suffering beta, the poor bastard has to put up with my awful spelling, bless you Dirk! Lastly, read and enjoy.

Summary: Elliot, Olivia & Alex mess with the rest of the units head and Elliot, poor Elliot, pisses Alex and Olivia off in the process.

Chapter 4 – Heaviness of Skin

Making sure Elliot isn’t going to lose it, I straighten myself up and pull my phone from inside my jacket. As the speed dial takes care of punching in the numbers, I watch my partner’s head loll back against the bench seat of the cab. Alex looks at me over him and she smirks.

It sends a small jolt of fire through my body and I’m barely able to extract myself from the promise held in those clear blue eyes as Kathy picks up, “Liv? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, well, your husband’s fine. Drunk, but otherwise healthy as an ox,” I rush out trying not to let her worry too much about the father of her children.

“Ahh,” she says, her voice less worried now and slightly annoyed.

I shift the phone to my other ear so she can’t hear El start to mumble drunkenly asking if that’s his wife. I swat his hand away and say, “He, uh, had one too many shots. You okay with him crashing with Alex and me?”

She snorts softly into the phone. “You realize if you had asked me this a year ago, I would have accused you and my husband of less than an above board relationship?”

I cringe a little. Like she needs to remind me of her jealous streak. Of Elliot’s mopey ass. “Yeah, I know,” I answer instead.

“I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.” She pauses on the phone and then says softly, “I’ve never thanked you Olivia and I’m sorry, but tonight, I’d like to say that at least. Thank you. Let him sleep it off and have him call me tomorrow. He’s going to owe me.”

I chuckle and let loose a sigh of relief. “It’s what partners do, Kathy, I’m glad I can help. I’ll send him home tomorrow night with flowers, chocolate and wine.”

“You want to be an aunt again?” she chides.

“Couldn’t hurt.” I smile over at Alex’s questioning look and say, “We’re pulling up to the apartment. I’ll have El call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Thanks again,” Kathy says.

“G’night,” I say ending the call.

“Liv!” El practically shouts, “Alex!” His head turns between the two of us and a goofy grin spreads over his face. “Ya’know,” he drawls, “I love you two.”

Alex and I manage a collective eye roll. Why is it that he has to be a sappy drunk? He’s always a sappy drunk, droning on about his kids, his wife and the squad.

“I mean,” he says, licking his lips, “I love Kathy, lots…the kids are great. I got the best kids…even if they’re a pain in the ass…I wouldn’t trade’em fer nothin’.”

The cab comes to a stop in front of Alex’s building and thankfully my partner shuts up while we maneuver him out of the cab, into the building and onto the elevator.

Unthankfully, he picks back up as the doors to the elevator slide shut and we make our ascent. “I’m just glad you two are together. You two are so cute together. And hot. Really hot.” He waggles his eyebrows between me and my lover and she shoots me a look. A look that says I owe her for this. This may involve dipping into my savings account big.

“I’m glad I could help too,” he slurs as the doors open and we step into Alex’s foyer. “I know I crossed…” his face scrunches and he trails off. “Where’re we?”

“My place, Elliot,” Alex answers.

“Oh, ‘kay. Anyway, just thanks for letting me know and letting me help. I love you two and providing the mis…mis…”

“Direct,” my blonde lover supplies.

“Yeah,” my partners face lights up as we set him on the couch in the living room, “Yeah the miswhatchamchallit. Keeps shit quiet. Cops talk too much.”

“Hmm-hmm,” Alex agrees, nodding firmly as she places a blanket over his prone form. I manage to take off his loafers but leave the socks. I love him. I don’t love him that much.

As I right myself, his increasingly loud snores are the only sound and I look at him one last time, his arm thrown over his eyes, one leg bent and half on the floor, the other hanging over the arm of the couch. Alex’s arms wrap around my waist from behind and she nuzzles into my neck. I spin around and forget about my drunken partner to focus on my lover.

In the pale lamp light, her eyes shine, her hair frames her face and I’m thankful that the alcohol that we both consumed was enough to give us an edge to our desire instead of a drunken encounter that we’ll both feel unsatisfied with in the morning.

I press my lips to hers and walk us backwards to her bedroom. Shedding, shoes, socks and tops along the way. We hit her door and then the mattress. Instead of falling on to it, I step back, unclip my gun and badge, and place them on the nightstand next to the bed. My pants come undone and pool at my feet as she undoes her skirt. It meets a similar fate as my pants and we both step from our clothing, leaving us only in our underwear as she falls back into the mattress.

Following her, I climb up her mostly naked body, reveling in the heat her body provides, in the smooth texture of her skin. There really is nothing about this woman that I don’t find fascinating or enticing.

“Liv, please,” Alex whimpers as my hands ghost over her breasts, teasing her nipples.

My thigh presses into her center, dampening her silk underwear and eliciting a groan from me. I’ve barely touched her and I know she’s ready for me. It’s cheesy and silly, but arousing and powerful at the same time. She’s the only lover I’ve had that’s been so responsive.

I kiss my way up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts to the hollow of her neck and up her jaw line. Nipping at her earlobe, I suck it into my mouth as she writhes against my thigh, wanting more contact than I’m willing to give.

Her nails dig into my shoulders and I shudder.

“I owe you for this afternoon, counselor,” I purr into her ear and she whimpers again.

I pull down a bra strap and kiss the skin exposed, nipping and licking my way over her shoulder, back down her neck as I whisper against her flesh, “Since we’ve established that possession is nine-tenths of the law, I’d like to declare my possessions, if it pleases the court?”

For my teasing she swats my shoulder and tugs on my hair, bring me eye level with her, “Since the precedents been established, I think it’s safe to allow the declarations,” she teases before pulling my mouth to hers.

Her tongue demands entrance and I let her in, my head swimming and limbs heavy with the need to touch her. Deftly, my hands move to Alex’s back and inch their way towards the clasp of her bra. She spreads me open with her thigh and rubs her hand over my own heated center. I buck against her touch and I don’t need to see her face to see the wide grin. I don’t need to look at her to know how she feels about my reaction to her.

After being together for nearly a year, after her coming back to S.V.U. eight months ago causing us to try and hide our relationship because she had to answer Don’s request, I know instinctively what my reactions do to her.

I’d be a liar and a fool to say that hers didn’t affect me in a similar fashion.

She bites down above my right breast and sucks the flesh into her mouth, marking me. Something short circuits, it maybe my brain as instinct takes over and I pull back and begin tearing at the last bit of clothing either of us are wearing.

As I’m about to remove her bra, the bedroom door bangs open and we both snap in its direction. I’m still straddling Alex’s thigh as I take in the sight of Elliot leaning against the door jam in an undershirt and boxers.

Alex’s hisses into my shoulder, “Un-fucking-believable.”

I watch slightly horrified and annoyed as he stumbles further into the room and unceremoniously does a face plant into the unoccupied side of the bed.

No.

No!

Alex pushes me off and I slide to the side between her and my partner as she flops against the pillows and pulls the covers up over her mostly nude body. The mostly nude body I was getting ready to get nude so I could ravish.

I glare in Elliot’s direction as he begins to snore again.

Fuck!

I slump down next to Alex as Elliot’s arm swings over my stomach and lands on Alex’s blanket covered torso. He pulls us together and I try to shove him away but he’s unmovable.

Anger boils just below the surface and I’m nearly ready to kick him to the floor, but Alex’s stifled laughter from my left turns my scowl in her direction.

A mirthless laugh finally escapes her lips and she snorts, “Is it possible for women to have blue balls?”

I groan and bury my head into her shoulder, wondering the same thing while cursing my partner to hell and back.

He’s going to owe me so much for this in the morning he’ll need to take out a second mortgage on the house.

Alex wraps her arms around me and snuggles into my side as I fume.

“Relax, Liv. We’ll kill him in the morning when it will hurt more.” She smiles at me and kisses the tip of my nose. “I may just want his manhood hung on my office wall for tonight, but I also want to make sure he knows I’m taking it.”

I relent and snuggle into her arms and Elliot pulls us together, smashing me against his right side.

I drift off in Alex’s arms as images of how to make him pay drift through my mind.

Ch. 5 - Pain Don't Satisfy