Pairing: Alex/Olivia

Spoilers: Takes place in an AU-ish season 3-4. (I like to imagine Alex never got shot so she and Olivia can be together forever. Yay!)

AN: Spawned on the message boards with clomle44. Three parts to this story: Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday.

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Three Days:

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Tuesday:

Tuesdays belonged to Olivia.

The detective hated Mondays, and Thursdays weren't her favorite either, but every Tuesday morning she woke up with a great big smile on her face that lasted throughout the entire day. Fin and Munch caught on most Tuesdays, leaving her late evenings free for a weekly ritual that she had become addicted to.

On this particular Tuesday evening, Olivia was watching the clock, trying to ignore the scent of steamed broccoli and sweet and sour chicken as it wafted from the takeout boxes she had picked on her way home. Her mouth watered, but she wasn't really thinking about the food. Her heart thudded in a rapid, staccato rhythm within the cage of her chest, a little uneven, a little faster than usual. It was Tuesday, seven minutes past eight-thirty, and her dinner companion was late.

After two more minutes of waiting, the brunette's patience was rewarded by the sound of a key sliding into the lock of the front door. Counting to four slowly in her mind, she breathed in a steady stream of air through her nose, not wanting to appear too eager, too on edge. This was her night and she was going to make the most of it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard the front door open and a familiar pair of Manolo Blahniks clicked across the threshold. The sound stopped – Olivia pictured her lover bending down to slip them off, perhaps pausing briefly to rub her calf muscles and hang her coat on the coat tree. Maybe she was undoing her hair from its soft, neat bun, but Olivia hoped that it was still captured at the base of her neck so that she could free the silky golden strands herself.

It was an exercise of willpower not to look up when stocking feet padded into Olivia's living room and den, making a soft 'shuffing' sound over the carpet. "You're late," she said, keeping her eyes trained on the television, which she had not even been watching before.

"Sorry, Liv. I got held up."

"Traffic?"

Alex Cabot sighed, moving to take a seat next to Olivia on the couch. "Worse, Branch." She made a face, wrinkling her nose, the adorable expression almost coaxing a smile from Olivia.

Almost.

"Ah – ah – ah," said the detective, stopping Alex's attempts to sit down. Really, she wasn't sure why her lover insisted on playing this familiar game with her. They both already knew what the result would be, but the blonde always pretended to forget.

"What?" The comment, accompanied by an innocent look from Alex, prompted a hungry look in Olivia.

"It's Tuesday," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the empty patch of carpet between the coffee table and the couch.

"Tuesday," Alex repeated, her voice unreadable. After a few moments, the ADA knelt in the spot Olivia had pointed at, curling her legs at the knee and sitting on her heels. Both of them purred contentedly as Olivia's fingers threaded through Alex's hair, which the attorney had deliberately kept pulled back just to give Olivia the pleasure of undoing it. Not even pretending to stare at the television, Alex closed her eyes and rested her cheek on Olivia's thigh, letting out a happy sigh.

They had argued about it at first. At the beginning of their torrid relationship, each intimate encounter had been a minor battle, lips and teeth tugging at tender skin, nails raking, fingers clutching hard enough to leave bruises... there were several arguments, shouting, and tears as Olivia accused Alex of being rigid and inflexible while the attorney accused her of being stubborn and pigheaded – all of which was true to a certain extent.

They were so independent in their everyday lives that opening themselves up to a lover was a foreign experience. The sex had been good. Better than good. Amazing, soul scorching – but dangerous. Eventually, they had arrived at a truce for their physical and emotional health. It was difficult for either one of them to give up the lead willingly. And so Tuesday was Olivia's day to call the shots and Fridays belonged to Alex.

Even though Tuesdays technically belonged to Olivia, Alex often felt like they were really her day after all. Olivia certainly left her feeling cherished, wanted, and very well loved by the time they fell asleep together early the next morning. Sometimes the things we are the most afraid of turn out to be the most pleasurable, she thought, opening her eyes again as Olivia gently rubbed the back of her neck to get her attention.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, reaching for a pair of chopsticks and capturing a piece of broccoli. She wasn't a fan, but Alex, unlike most of the American population, enjoyed eating vegetables.

Alex smirked. "For food? Can't we just eat our fortune cookies and get on with the rest of dessert?"

"Don't push it, Miss."

"Then yeah, sure." The attorney reached for her own pair of chopsticks, but was stopped by one of Olivia's hands.

"Nope." Instead, she offered the blonde a bite from her chopsticks. Alex accepted it, chewing thoughtfully. "It's good, but I still vote we save dinner for later."

"Your vote doesn't count," Olivia reminded her, popping a piece of sweet and sour chicken into her mouth, enjoying the tang of the sauce on her tongue.

"You look," she purred, leaning down for a kiss, just the barest brush of lips, "delicious."

The blonde responded immediately, parting her lips against Olivia's mouth, silently begging her lover for more contact. The dark-haired woman tasted like sweet and sour sauce, but there were layers of something else, her own unique taste, beneath that, and Alex's nerve endings lit up as they recognized Olivia. Her face and neck burned with an excited heat that traveled all the way down her body, pooling in her lower abdomen and deep between her legs. She often wondered how the detective could excite her so quickly, with just one kiss and a few whispered words, but she was less surprised by it now, although the strength of her reactions was still frightening.

"Don't you want dinner first?" Olivia teased, staring down into glassy blue eyes. Alex shook her head. Dinner was the last thing on her mind, and her stomach was filled with so many butterflies that she doubted she would be able to keep anything down as the nervous anticipation continued to grow.

"No, unless you want me to want dinner..."

Sometimes Olivia enjoyed teasing the blonde prosecutor, stretching it out, stroking her to a slow burn with subtle touches to her face, her hands, her hair, the backs of her knees. But not this time. Tonight, she wanted Alex hard, fast, and a little rough. Knowing that, for the next couple of hours, Alex was hers to do whatever she pleased with made her insides dissolve. Screw dinner. They could heat it up later or eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all she cared.

Pulling the ADA up from her place on the floor, she set Alex on her lap and began undoing the pearly buttons of her white blouse, revealing several more inches of bare flesh that she longed to mark. It was Tuesday, and Alex was beautiful and hers.

Olivia pushed the two sides of the blouse apart, just enough to reveal Alex's throat and the tops of her breasts, which were encased in a plain white bra. "No red silk or black lace today?"

"That would have shown through the blouse," Alex murmured.

"The judges would have granted every single one of your motions," Olivia teased, secretly pleased with her lover's choice. For some reason, Alex looked stunning in white. Then again, she looked stunning just about every minute of every day no matter what she was wearing, in Olivia's opinion.

A little further and Alex sighed, closing her eyes. Familiar with the nervous habit, Olivia tucked a finger under her chin and tapped lightly, smoothing her thumb over the ADA's lips. "Open." Deliberately misunderstanding, Alex automatically took the digit into her mouth, and the heat of her tongue as it scraped over Olivia's thumb pad made her inner muscles give a sharp, almost painful twitch. But as pleasant as the sensation was, that wasn't what she had meant, and so she tried again. "No, your eyes. Open your eyes and lift your arms."

Alex obeyed, and Olivia stripped the blouse over her outstretched arms, tossing it to the floor, taking a moment to admire the sight before her. "Good girl," she growled, her hands roaming around Alex's waist to grab two tight handfuls of the cheeks beneath her skirt. Recognizing that tone of voice, the blonde could guess what Olivia was in the mood for. Alex knew her well enough to recognize the signs: the subtle darkening of her eyes, the lowered pitch of her voice, the possessive way the insides of Olivia's knuckles traced her breasts through the fabric of her bra and trailed down the middle of her stomach, dipping lower to tease the skin covered by the waistband of her skirt.

Soon, the blouse was draped over the back of the couch and Olivia was trailing kisses along the outside of Alex's bra, giving the pale skin above her right breast a sharp, possessive nip. Alex wasn't sure what to do with her hands and tried threading them through Olivia's hair, but the detective gripped her wrist and pinned them to her sides. "You don't touch. Keep those out of the way."

Finally, she unhooked Alex's bra as she placed another hard kiss on her mouth, enjoying Alex's brief struggle before she accepted Olivia's tongue. She knew that it was difficult for her lover to remain passive, particularly while kissing, and she appreciated the effort, pausing to nibble on Alex's bottom lip as her hands closed over two firm breasts, testing their weight and trapping the pebbled tips between her knuckles as she squeezed. Alex murmured some kind of approval against her mouth, enjoying the attention, but Olivia could not make out the individual words.

She debated drawing it out, but that wasn't the scene she had set tonight. Alex was beneath her, so sweet and responsive, and she had permission to do whatever she wanted. Maybe she would torture the blonde in a little while, but right now, Olivia was aching to get her out of the rest of her clothes.

Quick hands began to explore the hem of her shirt, tugging it higher along her stomach, manicured nails grazing the tanned skin of her abdomen just above her jeans. "I told you to keep those hands to yourself," she growled, leaving a quick bite on Alex's throat. "Now you're in trouble."

Wrapping an arm around Alex's waist, she urged her lover onto her stomach, placing another kiss between her shoulder blades. There was a birthmark right beside Alex's spine, just a little to the left, and she scraped her teeth over that as well, pleased by the adorable little whimper she earned in response. "Sweetie, please," Alex begged, casting a pleading look over her shoulder, "I know it's your night, but decide what you're going to do and get started or I think I'm going to die."

Secretly pleased by Alex's soft request, Olivia adopted a stern, serious look. "Stop trying to top from the bottom. You're mine tonight." The ADA lowered her eyes and turned her chin back around, all of her muscles shivering with coiled tension. Tension Olivia wanted to release.

Deciding to push her lover just that little bit further, Alex said, "You might want to reconsider. I'm yours tonight, but you're mine on Friday, and paybacks are a bitch."

Now Alex was really asking for it, Olivia thought, and she was going to get it in spades. Before she knew what was happening, the blonde found herself shoved forward, the sensitive tips of her bare breasts scraping over slightly rough fabric as Olivia bent her over the couch, draping her across its arm like a prized catch. The detective flipped her lover's skirt up with a neat flick, leaving Alex completely exposed. The material of her underwear clung to her folds, outlining two plump outer lips and sporting a dark wet patch in the center. Olivia groaned at the sight, chewing on her lower lip.

Reaching forward, she began to stroke Alex through her panties, which were so wet that it was almost like touching her without them – almost, but not quite. For now, the detective was content to tease and torment, to make Alex crazy for her. She was free to make love to Alex any way she wanted to, however many times she wanted to, no permission needed, and sometimes she liked tricking her, building up her expectations for one thing and giving her exactly the opposite just to see her reaction.

With a moan of satisfaction, Olivia slipped underneath the elastic of Alex's panties, the tip of one finger grazing her lover's wetness. Alex's hips jerked as she tried to push back against her lover's hand, but the detective was having none of it. She stroked at her own pace, never giving Alex the penetration she was asking for, but occasionally pushing up high enough to brush the tight bundle of nerves just above her entrance.

Realizing that this was punishment for her earlier behavior, Alex submitted, knowing that begging would only make Olivia tease her even more. When Olivia hooked her fingers through the waistband of her underwear and dragged it down to her knees, Alex's thighs twitched with anticipation. She lifted her legs, allowing the skirt to be pulled away. "Leaving the skirt and stockings on?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

Olivia gave her backside a firm pinch. "I like the way they frame this pretty little ass of yours." Admiring all of the newly revealed skin, the brunette stroked the backs of Alex's thighs, behind her knees, squeezing her calves and exploring the soft material of her stockings, testing to see how long Alex could go without asking for more.

It was hard, it was so incredibly hard, and Alex chewed on her lower lip to keep from begging, but her need was clear. She felt so exposed, with no control over their tempo, and if it wasn't Tuesday, she would have flipped Olivia over by now and worked a hand inside of her jeans just to get things moving.

Deciding that Alex had waited long enough, Olivia slid two fingers inside, curling both of them to scrape against her lover's soft, ridged inner walls. She whimpered, trying to keep the sound hidden in the back of her throat, but another slow, hard thrust of Olivia's hand made that impossible.

The noises that Alex was making only encouraged Olivia. Slowly, making sure that the ADA's lower abdomen was pressed tightly into the arm of the couch so that she could feel every movement inside of her, Olivia pulled out and then pressed back in, this time with three fingers. Pressure, a cry of pleasure mixed with a little discomfort, and she sank fully inside, rubbing forcefully with her thumb at the same time.

Bringing her other hand between Alex's legs, Olivia let her fingertips trail through slick heat, rocking the fingers of her right hand, still buried inside, at a slow, steady tempo. Easily finding the spot she was looking for, she pinched her lover between her index finger and thumb, deciding to torture Alex verbally as well as physically.

"Mm, oh God, Alex – I could live inside of you, sweetie. So slick and warm... so tight. I love the way you react to me, the way your breath hitches... your heart beats just a little bit faster as I – fill you –" She emphasized the point with another thrust of her hand. "I love feeling how excited you are for me, justfor me, and it only makes me want you more."

And then, suddenly, the steady rhythm of Olivia's thrusts stopped. She felt the detective's fingers leave her and could not stop herself from crying out in disappointment and desperation. "No – please... don't stop..."

"Shh... It's okay, Mine," she whispered, pressing a wet kiss at the top of Alex's spine, scraping her teeth against the column of her throat. That word – Mine – sent her into a full-body shiver, which the detective felt, causing her to smile into the skin of Alex's shoulder. Olivia's breasts were pressed against her naked back, and Alex could feel the hard points of her nipples even through the cotton of her tee shirt. Briefly, she wished that Olivia was at least partially undressed, too, but knew better than to ask. "I think you're ready now."

"For what?" she panted. The unfulfilled throbbing between her legs was bordering on painful, and Olivia had stopped touching her... and now she expected her to carry on a conversation? "Olivia, please..."

"Another finger."

That caused another gasp, but one of uncertainty instead of arousal. Now, Alex knew what all of the teasing had been for. What Olivia was suggesting would have been difficult without the build-up. It was probably going to be difficult even with it. "Why?" Alex asked, since she was too far gone to say 'no' to anything Olivia wanted, even if she was unsure.

"Maybe I want you to think about this... me... tomorrow. Maybe I'm feeling a little possessive tonight." Sensing Alex's hesitance, she realized that, even though it was Tuesday, she needed to tread carefully here. She wasn't going to ruin the mood by asking for permission straight out, but she could reassure. Her fingers returned, just one at first, then two, gliding in and out easily, warm and still coated in Alex's wetness. "I won't hurt you, baby."

Alex knew that, knew that Olivia would never hurt her unless it was to enhance her pleasure, unless it was something they both wanted. She said 'no' to Olivia several times a week – usually when the detective wanted a shaky warrant – but she just couldn't say no this time, not when Olivia was kissing her hair and stroking so tenderly between her legs, responding to every shift in Alex's breathing, every push of her hips.

And she did not want to admit it, but she was more than a little desperate. Too much, too many sensations. Bent over the arm of the couch, being taken from behind with two – no, three – of Olivia's fingers inside of her – was she switching? Either way, the uncomfortable pressure only lasted for a few thrusts this time before her body acclimated.

She shouldn't have wanted more, shouldn't have asked for more, but the words came anyway. "Another... but be – um..."

"What, baby?"

"Possessive. Be possessive. It'll help me – ah..." As soon as she said it, the blonde felt her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. Great, you sound like a cheesy Harlequin now, she thought, but then stars exploded behind her eyes as Olivia's thumb found her again, flicking, rubbing in circles.

"Mm. I can do that. Who do you belong to, Alex?"

That coaxed another flood of wetness from deep inside of her. "You. God, just you."

A dull burn, a painful, sharp sting, and Olivia's fourth finger finally entered her. For a moment, Alex's inner muscles clamped down, unused to the stretch, the fullness, and Olivia felt the attorney's leg and back muscles lock with them. The detective kept her hand still, waiting for her lover to adjust, grazing Alex's inner thighs with the back of her knuckles. When the tension didn't go away, Olivia bent down to press a kiss behind Alex's ear.

"Mine." Olivia tried another small thrust with her hand, and there was a little more freedom of movement, but not enough. "I love you."

They had said it before, but the words were rare and very precious, still so new that both of them were a little afraid that the confession would be rejected. That did the trick, and Olivia felt Alex's body relax, all of the tightness melting away. Alex's inner walls released their grip on her fingers just enough for her to ease out, first a centimeter, then to the second knuckle, and then back in.

Alex hissed at the heavy penetration, still feeling some discomfort, but slowly, her body accepted the burning stretch as just another sensation, a new layer to the incredible pleasure that the brunette was giving her. Her arousal, cooled by pain and anxiety, suddenly flared up again, and she started rocking back to meet Olivia's slow, gentle thrusts.

"Oh, Alex, honey – I can feel..."

Everything.

Olivia could feel everything. Every flutter and twitch of her inner muscles, every new pulse of wetness, the silkiness, the heat – Alex closed her eyes, feeling incredibly exposed, glad that her lover wasn't facing her.

As if she could read the attorney's thoughts, Olivia removed her fingers just long enough to shift her weight to her knees and flip Alex over so that they were face to face. Gently lowering her lover back down over the arm of the couch, making sure her shoulders had a little support, Olivia started up her rhythm again, this time placing soft, butterfly kisses all over the blonde's nose and cheeks and chin, nibbling around her lips and biting down sharply at the corner.

Alex opened her eyes in surprise, which was exactly what Olivia wanted, and once their eyes met, they locked and held. A warm mouth surrounded her right nipple, making up for the neglect it had suffered while Alex had been on her stomach. Maybe it was the intensity, the emotional and physical lines that had been crossed. Maybe it was because today was Tuesday, and today she belonged to Olivia, wholly and completely, but Alex felt herself rising fast, faster than she had expected, and she only had enough time to take in a quick, sharp breath to scream Olivia's name as her entire body began to quake, dissolving into a shuddering, tearful peak that had her clinging tight to her lover's shirt.

Alex adjusted the angle of her hips without being asked, tilting higher, shamelessly pushing back against Olivia's hand, milking the pleasurable shudders that ripped through her for as long as she could, trusting Olivia to catch her at the end of her fall. It seemed to come at her in endless waves, and for a moment, Alex wondered if she was falling to pieces, coming undone and spilling over at the seams. But Olivia was there, she was Olivia's, and it was all right.

For a moment, her vision blurred, and the only thing she was able to see with any clarity was her lover's face.

Olivia was awestruck, amazed that she was the cause of something so beautiful, thrilled that Alex was here, surrounding her in every possible way – her soft folds pulsing with aftershocks around Olivia's fingers, her arms draped loosely around Olivia's torso as her body went slack, melting into the couch. Even the warmth coming from her body passed through Olivia's clothes and surrounded her skin.

Once Alex was lying completely still in her arms, Olivia took away all but two of her fingers, not wanting to sever the intimate connection just yet.

"I'm yours, and I love you, too," Alex said, answering her detective's earlier statement. The admission caused her face to heat up, and she buried her nose in Olivia's shoulder, tasting the saltiness of her skin. "...why do you still have all your clothes on?" she asked, her voice muffled.

Olivia laughed softly. "I guess I never gave you a chance to take them off..."

"Could you... at least your shirt..."

Understanding what Alex wanted, Olivia reluctantly removed her hand, struggling to take off her shirt without completely leaving the circle of the ADA's arms. Alex allowed the movement, but as soon as the shirt was off, she took Olivia's hand and slid two of the brunette's fingers back inside of her. "Mm. Better. Keep them there."

"Is there anything else you need now that I've taken everything I want?" she asked wickedly, smugness lacing the melodic line of her voice. Really, she should be chastising Alex for making demands of her on her night, but the blonde had been so good for her that she let it slide.

Alex could barely breathe, but managed to ask for one thing. "Kiss me..." Then, as an afterthought, a demure "please."

That simple request made Olivia's libido spike all over again, and she tilted the attorney's chin up, guiding her into a deep, slow kiss that eased a little of the burn between them and somehow coaxed it higher at the same time.

Reluctantly, they parted for air.

Pulling back, Olivia noticed a small purple mark at the corner of Alex's mouth. Although there was no fresh blood, the area was slightly red and irritated. "I wasn't too rough with you?" she asked softly, as if she was afraid of the answer.

Alex groaned, stretching in the circle of Olivia's arms, shivering as she felt the angle of Olivia's fingers shift inside of her until she settled back down. "No. God, no. You know I would tell you to stop if I didn't like what you were doing."

"I can't believe you're mine." Her voice cracked, hovering between awe and a fierce possessiveness that crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her lips brushed over the blonde's cheek, and Alex shuddered with longing.

Alex clung to Olivia's torso as she stared up at the ceiling, her face pressed into the detective's warm neck. "So, you've still got the rest of the night to ravish me before I start planning my revenge. I'm a little sore, but I still suggest you find some way to make use of the time you have left, because on Friday, your ass is mine."

Olivia laughed, giving the fingers inside of Alex an extra shove, which pulled another gasp from the attorney's swollen lips. "Right now, I just want to hold you for a little while. Then, maybe I can give you some ideas for Friday in the shower."

"Mmm," Alex purred, "sounds like a plan," but as she looked up into Olivia's face, there was a tenderness there that revealed the fragile emotions behind her lighthearted teasing.

Olivia leaned down, feeling Alex's lips twitch into a smile against the kiss she gave her. This. This feeling. An awareness of Alex, curled against her side, shivering with pure emotion and fatigue and maybe a little bit of lingering nervousness. It was one of those moments where everything clicked; every detail was just so heartbreakingly perfect that it made Olivia's throat burn and her chest ache.

Here, on her living room couch, naked and panting, holding this woman in her arms, fingers still trapped in warm, smooth velvet. This was exactly where she was supposed to be.

At least until Friday. Then, all bets were off.