SVULadies

Tonight, the Heartache’s On Me

By: Saskia Mitchell

Rating: R. Sexual situations, adult themes and adult language.

Disclaimer/Fandom: I do not own SVU, Dick Wolf, Alex, Olivia, or Law & Order. All original characters are mine, but I sincerely doubt anyone will care enough to rip me off.

Pairing and Author’s Notes: Alex/Olivia. I’m still not entirely sure what inspired this, but I’m pretty sure it involved beer and too much country music. Ohhhh, aaaaaaand, there are many MANY cheesy one-liners in this one, I just felt like being silly.

Summary: After a rough breakup, Olivia goes looking for love in all the right places.

Spoilers: early-Season 5-ish.

Archiving: Ask and ye shall receive.

So tonight, the heartache’s on me, on me

Let’s drink a toast to the fool who couldn’t see

Bartender, pour the wine, ‘cause the hurtin’s all mine…

Tonight, the heartache’s on me.

The joint was jumping. Ordinarily, Olivia didn’t like bars, not meat markets, anyway. She liked cozy family-run establishments, like O’Malley’s, or any one of the cop bars she and her cop friends frequented. She certainly wasn’t much into gay bars, but tonight she was on a mission. Nameless, faceless hook-up.

Something to help her forget…

And the Pomegranate was just the place to find it. It wasn’t the classiest girl bar that Olivia had ever been to, but it wasn’t the worst, either. It was usually a hip-hop dance club, but tonight was the oft-avoided C & W night. All the achy breaky melodies crooned from too-large speakers and way too many dykes with mullets and boleros just standing around waiting for the next cute farm girl to come dancing in.

Olivia ordered another drink and downed it in just a few frantic gulps. She needed it, needed to let loose.

She hadn’t been seeing Angela long at all when things had started to get intense between them, maybe a couple of weeks. Work had been inordinately slow, so Olivia became accustomed to seeing her new girlfriend sometimes four or five times a week. They started hot and heavy, the sex had been incredible.

Then, the inevitable. More calls, more attacks, work picked up again with a vengeance and Olivia’s visits became less and less frequent. About the time that the relationship had almost withered completely, Olivia discovered she was being cuckolded.

She’d broken it off without another word, but it had stung. Would it always be this way? Would she never find someone that understood her, that understood her dedication to the job?

What burned her most of all was that stupid Cassidy had been right all those years ago. Any relationship she had would take a backseat to her job, always. “As long as you have the job, any marriage will be an affair.” And Olivia would never be unfaithful to the job, to the mission.

So here she was, she thought, sighing. On a Tuesday night, in a gay bar on country music night, fresh from another stinging breakup, and looking for no-strings sex. It was pretty pathetic, all right.

Who was she kidding, really? Everyone—her partner, her captain, her friends—everyone knew she was looking for more, looking for love. She wanted that, she wanted something steady, reliable, someone to come home to. Someone trustworthy, and kind, someone warm and empathetic. Someone as intelligent as Olivia, someone witty and attractive.

It was like asking for someone to turn water into wine. Impossible, but for the grace of God. Which just sucked, frankly, because the last time she checked, God wasn’t big on blessing lonely lesbians that were overdue on their Visa payments.

She’d been watching the door, inspecting all the fresh meat with all the passion of an airport security guard. Just when she thought she might as well give up, there was nothing to see, nothing new, nothing that would possibly happen tonight…in walked trouble.

Alex Cabot, ridiculously attractive in her starched white dress-shirt, looking around the smoky cavernous room as if she wanted to roll up her sleeves and give it a good cleaning.

Shit, Olivia thought callously. Elliot or Munch or one of the guys at the 1-6 must have told Alex where to find Liv tonight. Olivia prepared to slide off her barstool to go meet up with the lovely attorney when she realized that Alex didn’t have her briefcase, or her coat…in fact, she was wearing jeans.

Alex had obviously tracked her down for a reason, attire be damned. Olivia wondered how surprised the ADA must have been when El or whomever had directed her to this place. But before Olivia could make a move, she realized Alex didn’t appear to be searching for her at all. In fact, it seemed more and more likely that Alex wasn’t looking for anything but a good time. Wait a minute…was Alex on the make?

Alarm bells pounded dangerously in Olivia’s brain. Sexy, deliciously sexy Alex Cabot was wandering around a girl bar, a drink in one hand and a predatory look on her face. Olivia knew that face well, she had seen it in the courtroom many times. Alex was out for blood, for satisfaction.

Olivia’s mouth fell open in surprise and she tried hard not to stare openly at her beautiful friend. Alex’s prim white blouse was unbuttoned almost obscenely low, and her tight Levi’s hugged every curve of her slim hips and succulent ass.

Olivia gathered her courage and slid off her barstool. She bobbed and weaved and ducked through the crowd across the room, taking care to remain obscured behind the writhing mass of gyrating bodies. She approached Alex from behind, watching, mesmerized as the rainbow of lights played across gleaming golden hair.

When Liv got close enough to touch her, she leaned in to huskily whisper, “looking for a good time?” She wasn’t sure it was a very good joke, but she wasn’t going to be able to get past Alex and out the door without being noticed, so she might as well go for broke.

The attorney abruptly stiffened at the sound of the familiar voice, then inexplicably relaxed. Without turning around, she replied: “It depends on who’s asking.”

“I didn’t know you played for our team, Counselor.”

“I suspect there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Detective…yet.”

“Is that an invitation?” Olivia asked, her throaty voice gleeful. Part of her knew that they were playing a dangerous game, and part of her cared. But the other part of her had been waiting for so long to throw caution to the wind when it came to the gorgeous attorney that she couldn’t be bothered to consider the consequence.

Finally Alex turned around and gave Olivia a sultry once-over and a wicked smile. “It could be.”

In that instant, Olivia lurched forward upon being elbowed in the back by a passing barfly. She took advantage of the opportunity to give Alex’s perky breast a friendly fondle. One long, graceful finger brushed an almost-painfully-aroused nipple. Olivia leaned in to Alex, this time as if to share a secret, and tugged Alex’s earlobe with her teeth playfully.
“Sorry about that,” she said, her devilish grin belying any small smidgen of sincerity that she actually felt.

“Since when have you become a gentleman?” Alex asked, her own smile melting Olivia’s insides precipitously. “You’ve been screwing me in the squadroom for a long time, Detective,” Alex flirted shamelessly. “I hope you don’t intend to stop any time soon.”

“You wanna leave? You feel pretty ready,” Olivia responded, grinning wickedly again. She was already pretty drunk, but so was Alex, and this sure seemed like a good way to forget her troubles. Or fuck things up irrevocably.

Alex laughed, the sound like gravel wrapped in satin. It made the ache between Olivia’s legs intensify exponentially, leaving her breathless. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d heard Alex laugh…much less laugh like that.

She almost missed Alex’s next question. “Your place or mine?”

“Whatever’s closer,” Olivia murmured, dipping forward to kiss the woman she’d had a schoolgirl crush on for the last three years. Their mouths met in a hot clash of lips and tongue. Olivia’s fingers threaded through wheat-colored locks she’d so recently admired, and she found Alex’s hair to be as silky and soft as she’d imagined it would be. Alex tilted her head back to give the tall detective plenty of leverage, and Olivia obliged, pulling Alex closer by her belt loops.

As their embrace became perilously close to a dry hump (though both women were anything but ‘dry’), Olivia decided to pull away for the sake of decorum. Alex gave a kittenish moan of protest at the loss of contact, and Olivia observed that her eyes were dilated with lust and something a little darker. Her nipples were stiff, and her hands were…well, everywhere. Alex Cabot was horny, all right.

“My place,” Olivia said suddenly, leading Alex by the hand out into the street, where they waited for a cab just like two unattached single women having a drink together. In the relative privacy of the taxi, all bets were off. Alex’s hands began to wander again, and Olivia barely managed to rasp out her address to the suddenly-attentive driver. Olivia gave in to the temptation and the wonder that was Alex, and soon they were locked in a heated tangle.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted this,” Olivia murmured, too quiet for prying ears.

“Oh God, me too,” Alex whispered in reply.

“How could we both have been so oblivious?” Olivia asked, giddy.

Alex shook her head wordlessly, grinning like an idiot.

“Sorry, ladies,” the driver said as the taxi slowed. “It looks like there’s some traffic.”

Alex tore her mouth from the skin of Olivia’s throat. “There’s an extra 20 in it for you if you can beat it,” she offered, a little desperately.

“You got it lady,” he agreed, immediately veering for a side street.

They managed to hold it together the remaining seven minutes it took to get over to Olivia’s apartment, and neither wanted to bother with the elevator so they found themselves racing each other up the stairs to Olivia’s front door.

Alex’s hands were planted firmly on Olivia’s bottom as Liv struggled to insert her key into the lock and get the door open. Some part of Olivia knew that her bravery was inspired by the number of drinks that she'd consumed, and she could only suppose Alex's agreement to her impetuous offer was a direct result of the same.

Regardless, here they were, in Olivia's open doorway, practically tearing each other's clothes off in a restless attempt to uncover more skin. Olivia tore her mouth away momentarily, breathlessly. The amber light from the hallway spilled into her dark apartment, shadowing both of them across the threshold. She pulled Alex in and kicked the door closed soundly.

“Three years,” Olivia murmured, her chest still heaving. Her hands were busy caressing Alex's breasts through her blouse.

“Oh God, yes,” was all Alex could say in response. Olivia's mouth went to Alex's exposed neck, where she began sucking in earnest, nipping playfully.

“The bedroom,” Alex panted, pulling Olivia's face up for another searing kiss.

“Who knew Alex Cabot would be so easy?” Olivia panted, teasing, when they pulled apart. Alex had spread her thighs across Olivia's, and was humping her shamelessly.

Olivia's hands found Alex's belt buckle and she made short work of removing it, before pulling Alex's pants down to her ankles and helping her step out of them. She knelt at Alex's feet and pressed her face into Alex's tummy, kissing a trail across hipbones and pale flesh.

“Liv...I need...” Alex was almost incoherent with lust, but Olivia understood her want perfectly. She rose to her feet and reached for the hem of Alex's shirt, pulling it over her head rather than fiddling with the tiny buttons. She tossed it to the floor and then turned back to Alex, who's hair said, 'just fucked,' while the expression on her face said, 'not nearly fucked enough.'

Olivia stripped quickly, shivering in the chilly air of her dark living room; Alex watching her with a glittering ferocity in her icy cobalt eyes. And yet it was Olivia who approached Alex, like a predator, backing her up against the door, angling the blonde's head back for access to her pretty throat. Alex moaned aloud, indecently.

Olivia reached for Alex's right leg and pulled upwards until Alex's toned thigh was wrapped securely around Olivia's hip. Alex was splayed against the old wood like a French whore and Olivia had never been so aroused in her entire life than she was at the sight of her wanton lover in that moment.

“God, you're sexy,” she gasped before she brought her mouth to Alex's again, plunging in ruthlessly.

“Fuck me, Liv,” Alex grinned, feral, jutting forward to rub her bare nipples against Olivia's as incentive.

“I live to serve,” Olivia whispered before reaching between Alex's legs to stimulate her. It wasn't long before Alex's left leg came up so that she was wrapped around Olivia completely.

Olivia braced herself to make love to Alex against the door while Alex supported her hands on Olivia's shoulders and began to pump her pelvis up and down on long fingers. Both women sped their motions, aching for Alex to climax. Olivia's mouth was everywhere, Alex's lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts. Alex's head was thrown back in pleasure, her scalp occasionally banging the door, though she couldn't care about that now.

Her muscles tightened around Olivia's hand, and a few more thrusts brought one of the most satisfying orgasms of her adult life. Her head fell forward into the crook of her love's neck, and after a few seconds, Olivia felt fluttering, feather-light kisses against the skin of her shoulders.

Olivia steadied herself, and then with great effort, she lurched over to an armchair and collapsed into it. Alex sat astride her lap, wrapping her lithe arms around Olivia's neck.

“Well, don't you just look like the cat that ate the canary,” Olivia teased, brushing back sweaty blond bangs.

“Somehow, I think I would've preferred the canary eat me,” Alex joked back, her voice a husky whisper. Olivia groaned and shook her head, grinning. She relaxed backwards into her recliner. Alex's inquisitive fingers lazily explored her breasts, pinching gently, squeezing as if to gauge size and weight, sometimes supplementing with a few kittenish licks against the pebbly texture of her nipples.

Alex slid off of Olivia's knees, crawling backwards until she knelt on the floor in front of the chair, grinning sinfully. She kissed a trail from Olivia's collarbone to her belly, and down across her hips. Almost child-like in her impatience, she lifted Olivia's thighs up and spread them, until each of her legs was draped over opposite arms of the chair.

“Performing a strip search, Counselor?”

“More like examining my briefs.”

“Not too brief, I hope,” Olivia's head lolled back as Alex began to touch her. Spread before Alex, Olivia felt exposed. Yet she couldn't find the strength to be too modest when Alex buried her face between Olivia's thighs and began to lick the alphabet at a maddeningly deliberate pace.

By the time Alex hit 'N,' Olivia was coming wildly against her lover's dedicated tongue, bucking her hips to increase the sensation and the pleasure. Alex's head appeared again, her expression both coy and cocky as she licked her lips. Her warm hands slid under Olivia's upraised bottom, squeezing.

“I like when you carried me around earlier, that was pretty sexy.”

“Well, don't get used to it,” Olivia groaned as she righted herself in the armchair. Her back protested and she grimaced. “I'm getting too old for this.”

“Sorry, grandma. Didn't realize hours of hot sex fell into the 'bad' category.”

“Ha ha,” Olivia replied dryly, standing. She reached for Alex's hand. “Come to bed,” she commanded silkily.

“Oh, you actually have one?” Alex asked, all innocence.

Olivia lunged for her, and Alex danced away, laughing. Olivia chased her all the way down the hall and into the bedroom, where she tackled Alex to the bed, tickling her bare ribs until the blonde howled for mercy.

Olivia rolled Alex onto her back and covered the younger woman's body with her own. She leaned in for a kiss, which went from chaste to passionate in a matter of seconds.

“I was looking to hook-up tonight, but I got something so much better,” Olivia murmured when they parted.

Alex's eyes were bright as she 'hmmmmed?' low in her throat.

“You,” Olivia leaned in for another kiss and...

FINIS