Christmas Party Time

December 24th 8:15pm

Shit, fuck, shit, shit shit! Ok, possibly one too many expletives but who's counting.

What am I gonna do, what the shit am I gonna do? I can't hide in here all night, someone will eventually need to pee and ask me what I'm doing.

I could try and sneak out. Nope, wait, cant do that, in order to get out I'd have to go through the squad room and that aint gonna happen any time soon.

Ok, so you may be wondering what I'm doing hiding in the women's bathroom of the 16th Precinct, talking to myself in the mirror, because if you hadn't guessed already, that's exactly what I'm doing!

Let me take you back a couple of hours! Ooh, it's like the ghost of Christmas party past, how very appropriate. Alright alright, so I'm only taking you back a couple of hours and not a couple of years, no need to be picky!

Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, a couple of hours ago…

December 24th 6.10pm

As I put the finishing touches to my makeup I tried to take a deep, calming breath. It didn't work. My stomach flipped for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last hour. The cause of my uncharacteristic nervousness you ask? Well, there are two reasons really.

The first would be the office Christmas party, which happens to be tonight. To be precise, it kicks off in fifty minutes. Well, probably around 48 minutes and thirty seconds by now, I have been rambling slightly. Anyway, I digress.

The second reason would be A.D.A. Alexandra Cabot. Tall, blonde, hot, legs that go on for days, voice that makes my underwear soak through in seconds and eyes that have been the object of many an orgasm when I've been alone late at night.

These two particular problems wouldn't actually be problems had they not collided to form, what will be for me, an evening of extreme torture.

My feelings for our A.D.A. may be a little beyond professional you see.

What? Did you say something? Alright fine, I'll admit it, I'm 100% totally and utterly head over heals in love with the woman. And I mean I'm a card carrying, badge wearing, fully fledged member of the Alexandra Cabot fan club. God, there was no need to twist my arm!

You see, a party, which will undoubtedly involve copious amounts of alcohol, and Alex Cabot wearing party attire, could combine to be complete and utter humiliation for me. My self control has been somewhat slipping recently, completely not my fault you understand, but bothersome none the less.

It was fine at first; I found it pretty easy to hide my attraction to her. Unfortunately, the A.D.A. decided that we should become friends outside of work, and you know how she is, always gets what she wants.

Why did I not refuse I hear you ask, why didn't I dodge every attempt she made to spend time with me on a personal level? Because she's Alexandra Cabot for Christ's sake, are you people blind?

So, as I headed out my front door and flagged down a cab, my lack of normal motor functions and the increasing inability to form coherent sentences around the young lawyer was weighing heavily on my mind. I was going to have to seriously limit my alcohol intake. I mean, can you imagine her reaction if I made a pass at her? She'd never forgive me, not to mention laugh at me forever more. Don't worry, I am under no illusions whatsoever, I know damn well that a woman like Alex Cabot would never go for a woman like me.

The first problem being that she's from money, old money at that, and dating a lowly NYPD Detective is probably considered a jailable offence where she comes from.

The second problem is the fact that I'm a woman. I mean for god's sake, look at her. Go on, just stop for 2 minutes and look at her, she's beautiful, elegant, sophisticated, and very, very straight.

As I step out of the cab and look up at the 1-6 I cant help the sense of foreboding that passes over me. Please dear god don't let me do anything stupid and I swear to you I'll attend mass with Elliott and his family every Sunday for the next year. Oh, and I'll stop touching myself whilst fantasising about Alexandra Cabot, cos I've heard that's a sin! The touching yourself part that is, not necessarily fantasising about Alexandra Cabot.

As I step out of the elevator I'm greeted by Elliott, beer in his hand and holding another out for me. Doesn't look like my partner and best friend is going to aide me in attempting to stay sober this evening. I take the beer from him, it would be rude not to. I swallow half of it down in one go, scanning the room over Elliott's shoulder. My heart is hammering against my chest and I'm slightly concerned that Elliott may be able to hear it.

"You ok partner?" he asks, looking mildly concerned, "you're a bit flushed, you look like you're gonna stroke out on me."

Unfortunately, before I have chance to reassure Elliott that I'm not, in fact, about to have a stroke, or any other form of aneurysm, I spit my drink all over him and proceed to choke on my own tongue.

The reason for my most unladylike outburst, as you have most likely guessed by now, is the entrance of our A.D.A. I'm not the only one that appears to be struggling to breathe since she walked through the door. Every other male, and a couple of females, in the room also appear to be suffering the same affliction as myself. I could rattle on for ages describing what Alex is wearing, just so that you get the full experience, but I actually think two sentences will do it.

Alexandra Cabot, stunning, beautiful, legs to die for Alexandra Cabot, is wearing a Santa costume. And it isn't your usual Santa costume, its a 'this tiny red dress with white fluffy trimming barely covers my ass' type Santa costume! Hence the reason for me spraying Elliott with a mouthful of beer.

And oh dear god if she isn't walking towards me! I take another gulp of my drink. As she reaches me she leans close and whispers in my ear, that low, throaty voice tickling my neck.

"Where is the mistletoe kept around this joint Detective?"

I attempt to swallow, unsuccessfully, and choke on the small amount of beer that is still in my mouth. She's looking at me, a slightly amused expression on her face, so I do the only thing I know how, I run.

With a mumbled "excuse me" I turn around and hot foot it into the women's bathroom, which is where you guys found me, talking to myself. Yes ok I know, it makes me sound crazy, maybe I am a little bit, it would certainly explain my recent behaviour!

Anyway, back to the present.

December 24th 8:17pm

As I splash cold water on my face in an attempt to cool myself down slightly I hear the door open behind me. Without thinking I look up into the mirror to see who had dared to interrupt my conversation with me, myself and I.

Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!

Ok, its not going to take a genius to figure out who has just walked through the door, and don't tell me you were expecting this twist in our little tale, it just makes you sound smug.

"Everything ok Liv? She asks me, walking over to lean a hip against the sink I'm currently leaning over. Oh sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph, her leaning on the sink like that is making that tiny red dress ride up, clearly exposing the stockings and suspenders she's wearing underneath it. I cannot tear my eyes away. I'm trying, I swear to god I'm trying but its not happening. I feel a warm hand on my arm.

"Liv?" she asks again.

Can intense arousal affect a persons hearing? Because I'm pretty sure her voice just dropped a couple of octaves and took on a distinctly seductive tone.

"Considering you don't appear to be able to hold an intelligent conversation this evening, maybe I should just show you what I've been wanting to say to you for the past few months" she whispers, as she grabs me, turns me around and presses my back into the sink, simultaneously pressing the length of her entire body up against me.

Oh my god, for the love of all that is holy, Alexandra Cabot is pressing herself up against me. I can smell her hair, her perfume, and that smell that is all Alex. Why the fuck is she leaning up against me like this, doesn't she know that all cognitive functions cease to, well, function, when she does this?

Ok, so I hear you all shouting "get a clue, for the love of god you're a Detective, detect for Christ's sake" but its not as easy as that, my synapses are certainly firing but there's only one part of my body they're sending signals too and it most definitely isn't my brain.

Oh hell, what is she doing now? Oh, she's undoing my pants, she's kissing my neck at the same time as undoing my pants. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

"Err, Alex" I stammer out. What the hell am I doing, shut the fuck up woman, if you speak she may realise what she's doing and stop.

Crap, she has stopped, she's stopped and pulled back to look at me, her blue eyes staring right into mine, as if she can see right into my soul. Jeez, that was corny wasn't it. But true, she was making me feel rather exposed.

"Liv, for such a good detective you can be incredibly blind" she says.

"Huh" I stutter out. Well fuck me, Olivia Benson ladies and gentlemen, world's smoothest talker.

She leans back into me and runs her tongue round the shell of my earlobe before whispering "I want you, I've wanted you from the moment I saw you and I am tired of waiting for you to make your move Detective, so I thought I'd take things into my own hands."

She must have meant this literally as I feel her cup me between my legs before sliding the other hand into my underwear. I take a sharp intake of breath as she grabs my shirt and starts pulling me backwards, eventually succeeding in locking us both in a stall and shoving me up against its wall.

Before I have chance to say anything her lips are on mine and dear god they feel good. I muster every bit of self control, you may call it stupidity, and gently push her off me. A look of confusion flashes across her face.

"I thought this is what you wanted" she says

"Oh believe me" I say breathlessly, "it is. But are you sure its what you want?"

She looks at me curiously

"Are you serious Liv?" she asks me, "Do you really have no idea how I feel about you? For Christ's sake, how much more do I have to hitch my skirt up when I perch on the edge of your desk in order to get your attention?"

"Oh believe me counsellor, that certainly gets my attention" I manage to rasp out. The fact that she is close enough for me to feel her perfect, pert breasts pressed against mine is making it difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

"Well then why the fuck didn't you ever do anything about it?" she asks me.

"Err, you were doing it on purpose?" I ask, somewhat astounded.

"And we have a winner" she says sarcastically, the slight smile tugging at her lips taking the sting out of her words. "Of course I was doing it on purpose, I wanted to get your attention, I wanted you to ask me out, I wanted you to make love to me." This last part is whispered down my ear as she presses herself even closer to me.

Well thank the holy lord, the realisation that Alex Cabot wants me just as much as I want her appears to have brought all five of my senses crashing back to my body with a vengeance. With a growl I grab her ass and lift her up. She wastes no time in wrapping her legs around my waist and I turn us slightly so that she is pushed up against the door. She moves her arms from around my neck and pushes them out, one braced against each wall, taking some of her weight off me and leaving me free to move one hand from her ass and around to snake up the front of that tiny dress. As I work my hand up past the stockings and garter belt my knees nearly buckle as my fingers hit hot, wet, soft, velvety flesh. Well fuck me stupid, she isn't wearing underwear. I feel her grin against my neck where she has been sucking on my pulse point for the past few minutes.

"Liv please" she gasps.

Alexandra Cabot is begging me to fuck her, me of all people! I'm having trouble wrapping my brain around that.

"Liv, for fucks sake, please stop over analysing this and just fuck me already will you."

This makes me laugh out loud, damn her for being able to read me so easily.

"As you wish counsellor" I smirk as I push two fingers into her dripping wet folds.

She groans loudly against my neck as I feel her walls contract tightly around my fingers. When she relaxes slightly I begin a slow, steady rhythm in and out of her. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around my waist, I consider setting her back on her feet for a second, purely so I can position one of her creamy, smooth thighs between my own and possibly relieve some of the tension that has built up. As Alex's hips grind up and down on my hand I feel on the point of explosion, and so does she apparently. She detaches herself from my neck and looks into my eyes.

"Make me come baby, please" she almost begs.

I feel my breath hitch in my chest as I crash my lips to hers, at the same time slipping my thumb over her clit. The effect is instantaneous, she clutches the back of my neck and bites down on my shoulder as her walls clench so tight around my fingers that I cant move them and she cries out as her body shudders with orgasm. This is possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.

When the shudders stop I pull back to look at her. She smiles softly.

"We should have done that months ago" she whispers, catching my lips with her own. This kiss is so unlike the previous ones we've shared, its soft and tender and passionate and says 'lets make love' as opposed to 'lets fuck in a toilet stall'.

I pull away from her and take a deep breath, my nerves are quickly creeping back in. Funny how that can happen when you still have two fingers buried in the woman who is causing said nerves.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" I blurt out quickly, before I revert completely back into the nervous wreck I was at the start of the evening.

"I thought you'd never ask" she smiles. "I need to get the hell out of this dress before one more male NYPD employee tries to grope me."

"Did you not realise that dressing like that would get you felt up by almost every member of the New York City Police Department?" I ask.

She winks at me and I feel a fresh flood of wetness pool between my legs.

"Yes" she breathes, "But there was one person in particular who I was hoping would grope me. And now that my wish has been fulfilled, I wouldn't mind getting out of it and getting both you and me into something more comfortable."

"What do you have in mind Counsellor?" I ask, kissing my way along her jaw line.

"Preferably nothing" she hisses, as I bite down on her pulse point, "but if we do have to get into something, I'd quite like it to be a bed, or a shower, or a bath, or any other compromising position we can find."

I laugh as I lower her to the floor and gently remove my fingers from her, raising them my mouth and licking them clean. My eyes flutter shut as I take in the taste of her and moan, god she tastes like heaven. I open my eyes and grab her hand, pulling the stall door open and dragging her out after me. I let go of her as we enter the squad room, I may have managed to overcome most of my nerves but a public announcement to the entire 1-6 proclaiming that we just fucked in the bathroom is not something I'm ready to do yet.

I freeze as I see Elliott walking towards us, closely followed by Munch, Fin and Cragen.

"Where have you two been?" he asks. Now, to you, or the person sitting next to you on the bus, or any other naked eye for that matter, Elliott may look completely normal. To me, his partner and best friend, he has a distinctly smug look on his face.

"I'm not feeling too well" Alex says in response to Elliott's question, "Liv has kindly offered to escort me home."

"Oh I bet she has" he mutters, just loud enough for the two of us to hear. "In that case" he continues, "I suggest you both take your leave, and I sincerely hope you are feeling better tomorrow Counsellor, you should get lots of bed rest tonight".

Oh how I love this man. I see Alex return his smirk full force and am thankful that she doesn't seem pissed that he figured out ages ago what we were up to.

"Thank you Detective" she replies, "I fully intend to make the most of my…rest time."

I smile to myself as I watch the exchange, as much as their relationship was frosty to begin with it has now started to thaw, even before Elliott realised I was ass over elbow in love with the woman.

Alex turns to me.

"Shall we?"

"We shall" I reply. We bid our good nights to the rest of the squad, luckily all of them are too inebriated to realise what is going on right in front of their eyes.

"Your place or mine?" she husks into my ear as we step out into the cold night air.

"Whichever is closest" I reply, flagging down a cab and holding the door open for her, catching another brief glimpse of those stockings and garters and she bends down to get in.

Oh thank you lord, this is going to be one hell of a night.