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notklosswift · 23 hours ago

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I miss you, xxl.

Pairings: Alex Cabot x Popstar Reader

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You and Alex have always been too close in college. More than friends, less than lovers. Neither of you dared to speak it, afraid to ruin what you had. Five years later, she became the muse of your songs. She always was.

A/N: This song has been shamelessly stuck in my mind for 2 weeks now and I didn’t know what to do with it so here we are. Thought it might be a cute Alex fic cos she’s cute. Anyway, enjoy and go listen to the songs. Or don’t.

Songs: XXL - Lany Alexandra - Reality Club

Back then, the nights always seemed longer in Cambridge.

The air was always thick with ambition and caffeine, the kind that echoed through your veins long after the sun dipped beneath the horizon. Between constitutional law briefs, civil procedure readings, and the looming pressure of Socratic lectures, you and Alexandra Cabot built a world of your own, threaded between pages of case law, mismatched playlists, inside jokes, and secrets whispered only to each other.

Alex would show up at your apartment just past midnight, a bottle of red wine in one hand, her laptop in the other, always dressed in her signature silk pajama sets beneath the ridiculously oversized hoodie she had "borrowed" from you months ago. She always used to question why you insisted on buying extra, extra large hoodies and sweaters, even though she kept stealing them nonetheless. It nearly drowned her small frame, twice folded at the sleeves. But she wore it religiously, like armor. Like comfort. Like you.

"You know, you own actual Harvard Law sweatshirts," you teased her one night, sprawled across the carpet with a stack of flashcards and two empty coffee cups between you.

"They're itchy," Alex said, flipping a page in her casebook. "This one's softer."

"Mhm," you hummed, smirking as you playfully tapped your pen at her knee. "Has nothing to do with the fact that it smells like me?"

She didn’t look up, pretending to focus on the same line she’d been rereading for minutes. But her ears turned a shade pinker.

You grinned. You loved how easily you could get under her skin.

It was never official, whatever existed between you. No title. No label. But it was undeniable. The way she tucked your favorite pens into her case folder. The way you always picked up her iced tea with no sugar and a slice of lemon without her needing to ask. How you moved like mirrors in study groups, finishing each other’s thoughts, backing each other’s arguments like a two-person debate team no one could ever beat.

She always wore your hoodie. Even in summer. Even when it didn’t match her silk sets or her perfectly pressed trousers. It swallowed her frame, but she looked good in it. Too good. It wasn’t just about the hoodie. You knew that. So did she.

One night in the library, long after most of the other students had cleared out, silence wrapped around you while you were both tucked into your usual corner. She was locked in to some Con law casebook, brows furrowed, one hand absently twirling a pen. You were flipping through notes you wouldn’t remember the next morning. She hadn’t said a word in a while, which wasn’t unusual. But what was unusual was how long you’d been staring.

You weren’t even trying to hide it. The curve of her jaw. The way her glasses sat perfectly on her nose bridge. How her fingers fidgeted with a highlighter like it was second nature. She looked... unfairly good. So effortlessly composed. So stunningly Alex Cabot.

Without even glancing up, she said dryly, "Didn’t your mom ever teach you it’s rude to stare?"

You didn’t miss a beat, copying her tone. “Didn’t you know you look exactly like an American dream?”

That got her. She blinked, glancing up at you with a mix of amusement and disbelief. “I’m not even sure if I want to know what that means.”

You grinned, then shifted in your seat. Back straight, legs crossed, one arm resting casually on the chair as if you were about to say some factual trivia. “I meant like… if America had a dream girl, it would look exactly like you. You know, tall, blonde, blue eyes. Miss Americana.”

Alex rolled her eyes, but her cheeks went red. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, flipping a page without looking at it. “But I’m also right. I stand by it."

She shook her head and went back to her reading, but the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Miss Americana," you call her. Sometimes in the middle of lectures, sometimes in the hallway, sometimes just to see her roll her eyes.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” she’d say, but her lips would twitch at the corners.

You always wanted to kiss that smile. But never did.

———

Your families had always been close.

The kind of close that meant joint holiday dinners and summer vacations in California. It had easily become the go-to place for both your families, usually Venice Beach, sometimes Santa Monica.

Everyone around you assumed you and Alex were a done deal. Childhood best friends who always had each other’s backs. The kind who couldn’t show up to a formal event alone without someone asking, “Where’s the other one?” Best friends who knew each other’s souls, who finished each other’s sentences, who knew every scar, every soft spot, every version of who the other had ever been.

Everyone saw something you both refused to name.

Your parents joked about it. Her mother would say, “Just elope already and save us the stress of planning a wedding.” One of your cousins once said you’d have the most annoyingly eloquent children. “They’d cite legal precedent in their kindergarten debates,” he quipped.

Everyone knew.

Except you and her. Or maybe you both did, but neither of you really believed it.

One summer in California, you two ended up alone on the beach long after everyone else had turned in. Just the two of you, two towels pressed side by side into the sand, a six-pack of beer between you, your phones long forgotten. The stars were bright, the sound of the ocean waves crashing into the sand loud in the distance, and Alex's fingers were inches from yours.

"You're gonna be a superstar lawyer someday," you murmured, tracing lazy constellations in the sky.

Alex huffed a quiet laugh. "Superstar, huh? How can you be so sure?"

You turned your head toward her, chin propped on your arm. "Because you're Alexandra Cabot. Terrifyingly brilliant. Alarmingly beautiful. You could win a jury with a look. Hell, suspects might even incriminate themselves with that look even if they're innocent."

She scoffed, but it was too late. The corners of her lips gave her away.

"You're dramatic," she replied.

"You're my favorite drama," you whispered.

And she didn’t say a word. But her fingers found yours. You never told anyone that she fell asleep holding your hand that night.

———

It had been pouring by the time you stepped outside the NY Public Library. You were both soaked within seconds, her linen blouse clinging to her like a second skin, your coat heavy and dripping. The rain came down in sheets, thunder rumbling somewhere above.

"Jesus," you laughed, shielding your eyes. "There goes our notes."

Alex tried to protect her folder under her coat, but gave up halfway across the street. You bolted for the nearest open door and found yourselves inside the lobby of the Bowery Hotel, laughing and breathless.

"Two rooms?" you asked the clerk, brushing wet hair from your eyes.

"Only one available," he said without looking up.

You didn’t hesitate. "We'll take it."

Alex blinked, but didn’t argue. Her silence said enough.

The room was small but charming. Rich colors, a velvet headboard, and a single queen bed. The window was fogged up from the storm outside, and a tiny patio overlooked the glowing streetlamps.

You offered her the bathroom and decided to check the patio. She emerged ten minutes later, hair in a towel, robe loosely tied at the waist.

“Y/N?” Alex called.

“Out in here!”

Alex joined you on the patio bench, the two of you gazing out at the streetlamps below, their glow softened by the fog. The steady rhythm of heavy rain brought a strange, shared sense of comfort.

"You clean up well," you said, voice lighter than your chest felt.

"You've seen me in worse," she replied, raising a brow.

She rested her head on your shoulder, the hum of rain filling the silence.

"Do you ever think about quitting?" you asked.

“Law school?" She asked, not attempting to move.

"All of it. The pressure. The expectations. Just... starting over."

She was quiet. Thoughtful. She knew where that question was coming from. "No. But sometimes I wish it didn’t feel so lonely."

You both knew what the plan was.

Graduate law school together. Pass the bar. Secure positions at the Manhattan D.A.'s office. Climb the ranks. Dominate the Supreme Court, side by side. Two powerhouses in heels and sharp suits, rewriting precedent like it was poetry.

And for the most part, you were on board. You loved the law. You believed in justice. The rush of building a case, of unearthing truth, of standing in a courtroom and letting your words carry weight. That thrilled you.

But there was a small, quiet part of you that always wondered if it was truly yours. If maybe, the future you had envisioned had more to do with staying close to her than it did with the courtroom.

Because deep down, you always knew. Music was meant for you.

Even Alex knew that.

Since you were kids, you loved to sing. You’d scribble lyrics on napkins, in the margins of textbooks, on your skin if you ran out of paper. You’d turn poems into verses, stories into songs. There were nights she’d catch you humming in the common room or tapping out chord progressions on the edge of a coffee table, eyes far away.

And she never teased. Never brushed it off.

She’d listen. Really listen. Sometimes she’d smile softly, eyes closed, and whisper, “Sing that again.” Sometimes she’d encourage you to finish a verse. Sometimes she’d ask if she could keep the scraps of your lyrics, those you’d tossed aside, just so she could fold it neatly in the pages of her legal briefs like bookmarks.

She was your biggest supporter. But still, the plan was law. Always law.

So you tucked the melodies away and focused on briefs and case law and arguments that would one day be read into public record.

Because it wasn’t just your dream anymore. It was hers, too.

You didn’t even hesitate. "You're not lonely with me."

For the first time that night, she looked at you like maybe that was true.

“For the record, I think you’d be brilliant at anything you’d choose to do.” She said even with a slight pang on her chest.

You smiled, she always understood you. “What if I suck at being brilliant?

“Then you’ll still be the best thing that ever happened to this world.”

And she meant it. She always did.

———

You brought her to one of your favorite rooftop parties once. It wasn’t fancy, grilled hotdogs, dollar-store string lights, indie music pulsing from a Bluetooth speaker.

And Alex wore jeans. Actual jeans.

You nearly dropped your drink.

"Stop. Staring." She said, glaring at you.

"I can’t," you replied. "Harvard Barbie in Levi's? I need photographic evidence."

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

Your friends adored her. Called her classy but cool. She fit in better than you expected. Within two more hangouts, they were inviting her over even when you couldn’t come. One of them even texted you: Does Alex like girls? Or… I meant, is she single? Asking for science.

“Swear to God,” you groaned, phone in hand. “They’re trying to steal you.”

Alex smirked, that rare flicker of boldness in her eyes. “Are you gonna allow them?”

You could’ve kissed her then. You wanted to. God, you wanted to.

But instead, you laughed.

It never got farther than that. Not even a kiss.

Too afraid to ruin the almost. Too terrified to call it what it was.

It has always been like that, stolen glances across crowded rooms, the almost kisses, the almost confessions. All of it, an unspoken thing between the two of you. And for a while, you were almost fine with it.

But in your last year of law school, you always found yourself craving for more. You couldn’t look at her without wanting to grab her face and kiss her. The light brushes of skin left a burn that it didn’t feel so innocent anymore. The playful banter you'd once clung to on bad days suddenly felt like longing.

And little did you know, so did Alex.

And just like that, like another unspoken thing between the two of you, you both chose boundaries, drawing them so carefully it almost seemed mutual. Almost.

Then graduation came like a final curtain, quietly, and too quickly. You stood side by side in your caps and gowns, a snapshot of everything you were supposed to be. Two, top of the class graduates with Juris Doctors in hand, two sides of a story that used to be one.

So, like all great almosts, it eventually ended not with a great explosion, no dramatic fallouts, no confessions screamed into their usual nights.

It ended with distance. Quiet, but not peaceful. Silent, but heartbreakingly deafening.

———

Present

Alexandra Cabot is the epitome of control.

At least that’s what she tells herself when she closes yet another tab of one of your recorded, stripped performances online at three in the morning. It’s what she tells herself when she pretends not to recognize the first two chords of every one of your song playing at every bar, and literally everywhere.

Because she hadn’t seen or heard from you in almost five years. Not since that final week after graduation where you said goodbye without actually saying it. No contact. No emails. No accidental bump-ins.

You told the world you missed someone through your songs, but only Alex would ever know who it really was.

You never said her name. But you didn’t need to. Your fans just called her Y/N's muse.

And maybe that’s what made it worse. That everything you had become, global star, sold-out arenas, Vogue covers, Grammys, all of it—had Alex’s imprints on it, in a way no one would ever know. Alex had believed in you before the world did. Heard those songs before the radio stations ever could. Recognized the sound of your heartbreak before it became everyone else’s favorite melody.

And now? Now, she wore that heartbreak like a tailored coat.

“You know most of her songs are about you, right?” Olivia Benson says dryly, arms folded, leaning on the doorway of her office.

“What do you want?” Alex doesn’t look up.

Olivia held her hands up in mock-surrender, moving to sit on one of the chairs across Alex's desk. “I’m just saying—”

“That’s a bold assumption.” Alex cut her off.

“It’s not. I’ve listened to every single album like a maniac trying to decode some five-year-long easter egg hunt on her lyrics about you. And it’s still ongoing. God forbid, do something." Olivia scoffed.

A pause.

“I got us VIP tickets to her concert this weekend.” Olivia added.

Alex’s head snaps up. “Olivia.”

“Oh, come on. MetLife Stadium. She’s gonna be here for two shows before she heads for the Asia leg of her tour. You’re not curious?”

“No. Because it’s been five years,” she says stiffly, standing, pacing the room. “Because we haven’t spoken. Because I don’t even think she ever felt th—”

“She did. She does,” Olivia cuts in softly. “She always has. Come on, you told me endless stories about the two of you. It’s not hearsay, Counselor. Both of your families even know it."

Alex snorted at that but she doesn’t answer. But she doesn’t say no, either.

"Didn't her mom told you to save them from all the stress of wedding planning and just elope already?" Olivia added.

"No, that was my mom, but that's besides the point—"

Olivia smirked, standing up as she headed for the door. "Whatever helps you sleep at night. But just to be clear, I'm going to her concert with or without you."

Alexandra Cabot is the epitome of control. She reminds herself, internally debating what to wear Saturday night. ———

Olivia was going to pick her up in five minutes. And she couldn’t decide what to wear.

“Calm down,” Alex muttered to herself, dragging her fingers through her hair. “It’s not like she’ll see you in the crowd. Let alone talk to you.”

She eventually reached for a sleek black silk dress, short enough to stop mid-thigh, just enough to flatter her collarbones and neck. Over it, she layered a tailored black coat, its hem just a few inches longer than the dress. She wore it with a pair of designer stilettos, because “What the hell do you even wear to a concert?” she sighed.

When Olivia honked, she rushed down and slipped into the passenger seat.

Olivia gave her a once-over. “Okay… is it that awful?” Alex asked, buckling in.

Olivia snorted. “No. Honestly, you look way too hot on that. But… really? Heels?”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Do I look like a concert person to you? I mean, what do you even wear to these things?” Olivia laughed. "I don't know, not heels? Maybe a pair of comfortable sneakers?" Alex scoffed, "Once again, do I look like someone who owns a pair of sneakers? Just drive, before I change my mind." She warned.

“Touché. Just, don’t break an ankle. And try not to faint when she sings directly at you.”

They reached the stadium fifteen minutes before showtime. The VIP area was buzzing, the crowd already riding the energy of the opening act. As they found their seats, Alex looked around. She didn’t expect this many people.

Full stadium. Eighty. Thousand. People.

All of them here for you.

The weight of it hit her hard, her chest tight, suddenly feeling she was out of breath. She clutched Olivia’s arm. “This was a mistake. I need to go home.”

Olivia turned toward her, ready to reassure her, but then the front act vocalist spoke into the mic:

“How are we doing, New York!” Faiz shouted. The stadium roared.

Alex focused on his voice.

“You’ve been amazing tonight. Now before our last song, we just wanna say thank you to Y/N for this wonderful opportunity and for choosing us to open for her. She’s an incredible, amazing person. I think you guys would agree to that, yeah?"

The crowd erupted again.

“Alright, this last song's a bit intimate. A quiet one. So take a breath, relax, and chill, before you go crazy with Y/n the rest of the night. Once again, we are Reality Club. This one's called Alexandra.”

The intro played. Soft, intimate, raw.

Alex stiffened. This band was familiar to her, she thought she might have heard a few songs of theirs on the radio but never this one. She felt like all the air left on her system was sucked out of her as she listened to them perform.

"And if I was a fool for you, I'd wait 500 million hours..."

"You're a goddess, you're my rockstar..."

"I fell in love with Alexandra, Even though we'd break our hearts, Before we'd even start."

Alex’s heart hammered. This wasn’t even your song. But you knew about it. She chose them to be her front act for God's sake, Alex thought. It was about her. It had to be.

Olivia gaped beside her. “Seriously? I knew she was romantic and charming and all based on your stories, but what the actual fuck?”

Before Alex could respond, the song ended. And before she knew it, they were already welcoming you to the stage.

You stepped onto the stage.

Confident. Radiant. Alive.

God, she was stunning. Alex thought to herself.

You moved like you were born for this. The spotlight, the music, the fame, the burning room right at your fingertips. Alex couldn't help but feel like she was looking at a stranger. Except, a stranger she had once shared everything with.

At that moment, she felt like she didn't know you. But when you lifted you head with that all-too-familiar, signature, beaming smile of yours, she felt like she was finally home.

Your voice echoed through the stadium as you gave your opening speech. But mid-sentence, you faltered, your gaze catching on a flash of blonde hair near the front of the VIP section.

You knew that hair. You knew it all too well.

Your heart stuttered as you focused, eyes narrowing to make sure. And then it hit you.

Alex froze the moment your eyes locked, her mouth parting slightly in disbelief. And for a split second, you stared at each other with the same intensity you once shared five years ago. Raw. Unfiltered. History crashing into the present.

You tore your gaze away first, snapping back into performance mode, voice booming through the mic like nothing had happened.

“NEW YORK!” you yelled, your grin breaking wide as your eyes flicked back to her, “I see you’re full of surprises tonight!”

Olivia nudged Alex, equally surprised. “No fucking way. She actually spotted you in this crowd.”

Alex scoffed nervously, "I doubt that, for all I know we're all just a blurred blob to her with the crazy amount of people here."

But even she didn't believe that. Not anymore.

The concert moved on. Electrifying and unforgettable. You gave them everything. But for Alex, each lyric felt like a text message left unsent. And she was reading every word.

When it finally came to the final song, you stepped forward, mic in hand.

“So... I hope you guys had a good time tonight. Thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me since the very first album. I still wake up sometimes not believing any of this is real.”

You paused. A moment. A breath.

“That was supposed to be the last song. But since you made tonight extra special…” your eyes flicked to the VIP section, “...I think I want to play something that hasn’t been released yet.”

The crowd lost it. Insane. It almost triggered an earthquake.

Olivia turned to Alex. “Do you know something I don’t?”

You screamed into the mic again, trying to find that courage. “NEW YORK!”

The roar of the crowd was deafening.

You smiled, eyes lingering in Alex’s direction. “I missed you. This is everything I didn’t say.”

You turned back to the band, signaling them. “Let’s play her song.”

Alex felt her lungs collapse. Olivia clutched her arm.

“Okay that was definitely— that shit was— she’s talking to you!”

Your voice echoed through the stadium.

“You're a superstar and you wear it so well, But nothing like you in my hoodie double-XL...”

Alex’s mind reeled. She saw everything. Back when she wished she did something. Said something. Anything.

Your ridiculously oversized hoodies she kept stealing back then as she swore to herself that it wasn't because of your scent.

“Miss Americana, And all my friends love ya, Back patio at the Bowery Hotel, I miss you double-XL…”

That nickname only you got to call her. She remembered the way she rolled her eyes every time you teased her with it.

And that night you both were drenched from the rain and laughing. That intimate moment at the Bowery Hotel, talking about everything and nothing at the tiny patio that came with the room.

“Baby we’ll always have California, Half of me will always be waitin’ for ya…”

Venice Beach. Santa Monica. Summers spent with your families. That one night at the beach, holding hands like the rest of the world didn't exist. She remembered how you whispered to her 'You're gonna be a superstar lawyer one day.'

You were singing her life. Her love. Her grief.

“I still remember, I will forever, Backseat secrets we won’t ever tell, I miss you double-XL.”

Alex cried.

But this time, the tears weren’t heavy with regret. They were something else.

Hope.

When the song ended, the lights dimmed. You waved goodbye, and the crowd erupted in wild devotion.

Olivia turned to her. “This is ridiculous. Alex, if you don’t get her, I swear to God I will.”

But Alex wasn’t listening.

She was staring at the spot where you stood. Her eyes full of something ancient and urgent. The kind of love that survives silence.

And for the first time in five years, she knew exactly what she was going to do next.

———

As the stadium began to clear out, a hush fell over the air that had only moments ago been loud with music and cheers. The echo of your final note still hung around the stadium. Confetti clung to the seats. Lights dimmed to a softer hue. Crew members moved like shadows across the stage, coiling cables, breaking down monitors, sweeping away glitter and sweat and memory.

Alex stayed rooted in place, a hand resting lightly over her chest, like she was holding something inside. Olivia was about to say something, probably teasing, probably kind, when a man in a black polo and earpiece approached.

“Excuse me, Miss Alexandra Cabot?”

Alex blinked, turning toward him. Her posture straightened, spine stiff, an old, familiar armor. “Yes?”

He glanced briefly at Olivia, then back at Alex. “Miss Y/N has requested you backstage.”

Alex’s eyebrows lifted. “We… we don’t have backstage passes.”

“You don’t need them,” he replied smoothly. “Please, follow me.”

Alex faltered. “I—wait, I don’t understand. Is she—”

Olivia stepped forward, nudging her gently. “Come on, Counselor. Let’s go see your rockstar.”

The man led them down a side ramp near the VIP section, past a gate guarded by another security agent who nodded as they passed. They entered the guts of the stadium. Cooler, quieter, buzzing faintly with electricity. The halls were wide and industrial, lined with cases marked with white chalk, “GUITARS,” “IN-EARS,” “FX LIGHTS.” Technicians and crew moved past them, some giving Alex curious looks, others nodding silently in greeting.

It smelled like metal, duct tape. As they turned a corner, Olivia whispered, “Jesus. This is a whole other world.”

Alex didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her mind was sprinting in circles while her feet kept walking. Her hands trembled, tucked neatly into the pockets of her coat.

Finally, they reached a hallway with only one door at the end. A large sign taped over it read simply: PRIVATE.

The security guard stopped and turned. “She’s inside,” he said, stepping aside.

Alex stared at the door.

Olivia gave her arm a gentle squeeze. “You okay?”

“I don’t know,” Alex whispered honestly.

“Go,” Olivia whispered, gently nudging her. “She asked for you.”

And with that, Olivia turned and walked back the way they came, giving Alex the space she knew she’d need.

Alex stood there a moment longer. The door loomed in front of her, unassuming and massive at once. Her heart was hammering. She wasn’t sure what you’d say. She wasn’t sure what she’d say either.

But she knocked.

A pause.

“Come in.”

She opened the door. You were there, alone, sitting on a low couch, still in your stage clothes, a bottle of water half-drunk on the table in front of you. A towel draped over your shoulders, hair damp with sweat. Your makeup slightly smudged, but your eyes shone clear.

You looked up. And you smiled.

It hit her like a thunderstorm.

“Hey,” you said softly, like no time had passed. "You look—”

“Hey.” Alex stepped in slowly, the door closing behind her with a soft click. She felt her cheeks flush with the look you were giving her.

You stood. For a beat, neither of you moved.

Then you crossed the room and stood in front of her, eyes searching her face.

“You came. Took you long enough." You said softly, but almost bitterly.

Alex blinked. “You could’ve called.”

You laughed once, humorless. “You could’ve stayed.”

That landed like a punch. But Alex took it.

“You said goodbye without saying it at all,” she whispered.

“And you let me.” You bit back.

Your eyes burned. “You were everything to me. And I thought maybe I was everything to you too.”

Alex took a step forward. “You were. You are. God, you never stopped being.”

You looked away. “Then why did it feel like I was so easy to forget?”

“I didn’t forget you,” she said, voice sharp with emotion. “I remembered everything. Every laugh, every conversation, every place we ever went. You were in my bloodstream, Y/N. In every courtroom I stood in. In every silence that felt too loud. I was so in love with you, I didn’t know how to breathe without needing to gasp for air.”

Your breath hitched. “Then why didn’t you reach out?”

Alex closed the distance. Her hands cupped your face before she could think better of it. “Because I was terrified,” she whispered. “Scared that I ruined it. Scared that you’d moved on. Scared that I’d show up and you’d already found someone else to write songs about.”

Tears welled in your eyes, slipping past your lashes. “I never wrote a single song for anyone else.”

Her thumb caught one of your tears. “That last song—"

You were quick to nod. “It's you. It was always you. I mean, I don't know about you but I never called anyone else Miss Americana."

Alex let out a shaky laugh and rested her forehead against yours.

“I’ve loved you in every version of myself,” you murmured. "Every time, every version. I only ever loved you. Trust me, I tried so hard to move on. To let you go. But I couldn't, it's like the universe won't let me. I meant it when I sang half of me will always be waiting for you. "

With that, Alex clashed your lips, backing you up against the wall. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t delicate. It was desperate and breathless, laced with years of ache and craving and every word you both hadn’t said. Her hands curled into your shirt, and yours fisted into her coat, grounding each other like you were afraid to slip through the cracks again.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were gasping.

“I let you go once, but this time I can't. I’m not letting you go again,” Alex whispered.

“Good,” you said. “You're stuck with me."

She kissed you again, softer this time, like she was memorizing the shape of your mouth. When she pulled back, her voice was quiet. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to kissing you. I’ve been wanting to do that for almost ten years.”

“You know,” you whispered, teasing, “that was a pretty aggressive kiss for someone who used to get flustered when I winked at her during mock trials in college.”

She scoffed lightly, still breathless. “Please, you winked at everyone.”

You grinned. “Sure, but only you got the full smirk.”

Alex rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "That Alexandra by your front act. Was that—"

"I knew you were gonna ask that. They're amazing, don't get me wrong. But that song of theirs was kind of the whole reason why I chose them. Brilliant, am I right?" You said with a smirk.

“God, you’re still insufferable.” She scoffed, but her eyes were full of affection.

“And yet somehow,” you murmured, brushing your thumb along her cheek, “you’re the one who followed me backstage like a starstruck fangirl.”

“Please,” she deadpanned, “I was dragged here by your security guy and a detective with zero patience."

You laughed, resting your hands on her hips as her coat slipped slightly from her shoulders. “Mhm. So no chance you actually wanted to see me?”

Alex’s gaze softened, serious now. “I’ve wanted to see you every day since graduation. I think that was the last time I saw you."

That shut you up. The ache returned, but this time, it didn’t hurt. It filled you.

You leaned in, letting your nose brush hers, voice lower now. “Me too, my love." You kissed the tip of her nose. "No more almosts."

Alex smiled, this time with no hesitation, no fear, just certainty.

For the first time in years, the quiet between you was peaceful. Silent, but definitely whole.

Outside, the stadium was emptying. The roar had faded. But back in this quiet hallway, everything felt loud in the right ways.

“Come on,” you whispered, linking your fingers with hers. “Let’s go home.”

And for once, you both finally knew where that was.

Not a stage. Not a courtroom. Not even California.

Just each other's eyes.

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Secrets Among Siblings

Olivia Benson x fem!reader Warnings: language, fluff, smut, teasing, sexting, secret dating, caught in the act. 5 times Elliot wished he knew who his sister was dating + 1 time he really wished he didn't know. 6.1k. I'm so not sorry? Lol. This was requested AGES ago and once I finally figured out *how* to do it, it all came flying out in one afternoon. Hope you enjoy! <3

Living with your brother had its downsides, you were well aware of that. Especially when your brother happened to be the older one, the very much overprotective one who wasn’t afraid to use his authority as a member of NYPD to keep you safe. He meant well, but it was more than a little annoying now that you were a fully grown adult with a big girl job you’d worked hard to achieve and move up the ranks to the point where you could afford your own, nice apartment in Manhattan. You would have understood it if you were freshly twenty one, or fighting your way through college, but you were the same age he was when he got married, then again, that’s how you had ended up in this living situation in the first place. A string of disagreements, a trial separation, Elliot needing a place to stay and your empty guest room being halfway between his precinct and family home.

There were some great benefits, Elliot was used to routine, no snoozing the alarm in the morning meant the coffee was brewed and there was breakfast on the table by the time you got up, or you had a morning workout partner for once. You didn’t have to plan every single bite of food that you were going to consume; groceries would just appear in the fridge, you’d swap off the cooking, dishes and cleaning. It was nice to have someone else around to help share the load for once, you’d nearly forgotten what that was like. You enjoyed your sibling dinners, especially on Friday evenings, getting to wind down from the week, hearing the wild stories of his hours spent with NYPD while you could vent your heart out about your terribly annoying coworkers.

Elliot had come to rely on them, a nice distraction from the work week and any lingering family tension, it was his debrief of the week before shifting into Dad mode over the weekend that he spent with the kids. Family time was important to him; it always had been which is why he was a little bit bummed when the text came into his phone halfway through a Friday afternoon.

‘Gonna miss dinner tonight, sorry. How about I treat you and the kids to pizza and a movie Sunday?’

He countered that while you may have had other obligations, you hadn’t mentioned what they were, they were likely work, maybe a friend’s birthday, and most importantly you’d offered up extra family time to make up for it. Getting to spend time with your nephew and nieces was just as good.

Between the camouflaged cover ups and his extra long hours at the precinct, he didn’t notice how the hours the apartment was empty seemed to be increasing. You had mentioned a big project at work, a busy time of year for tutoring on your side gig, it made total sense when he was the second to wake up in the morning or the first one home. Apparently the days of business lunches were over, he assumed fancier business dinners were the norm now, catching glimpses of you dressed up leaving the apartment in the early evening or slipping back in after the lights were all out.

The first time he thought anything of it was when he got up to an empty apartment on a Saturday morning, early enough the sun was just starting to stream through the curtains. The sounds of birds chirping and garbage trucks in the alley accompanied his morning shower and mental preparation for the day. It was only on his way out to the kitchen that he noticed your bedroom door wide open, bed still made from yesterday, half empty coffee mug on your makeup table where you regularly drank it while getting ready. A few pieces of make up were still scattered across the table, your curling iron out yet unplugged, a couple pairs of high heels beside it as if you were trying to decide what matched your outfit. It wasn’t like he was snooping; he couldn’t help but scope out the scene a little bit, eyes darting around your room to try and get any clue if you had been home between Friday morning and now.

He shrugged it off; you must’ve just taken off already for brunch or something and not bothered to tidy up, it was the weekend after all. His stomach grumbled and he went on his way, meandering into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. After a summary of what was in the fridge, he pulled out eggs, cheese, turkey sausage and the loaf of bread from the counter. Sausage and eggs were sizzling away in the frying pan when his ears picked up another sound, his head swiveling around until he realized it was the deadbolt slowly creaking its way open from the front door.

You crept around the door, bracing two gentle hands against it as you slowly and quietly shut it behind you, wincing when the deadbolt whined as you locked it. You were wearing a cute dress, heels dangling from your fingers, hair swept up into a topknot, your work bag and a small purse in the crook of your elbow. A gasp escaped your lips and you jumped, your hand flying to your chest when you turned around to find your brother watching you.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Hey, language.” He scolded and you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t realize you’d be up so early.” You ducked your gaze, gently placing the heels down on the shoe rack before slipping out of your coat.

“Are you…” his brow furrowed, a teasing grin on his face, “sneaking in?”

“No.” You scoffed, your nose crinkling. “I thought you were still asleep, I was trying to be nice and not wake you up.”

“You sure about that?” He asked, eyes glancing over your appearance again.

“Oh what’re doing? Trying to be Mom? I had a late meeting, met a friend for dinner right after. We hadn’t seen each other in a while; I ended up crashing there.”

“I didn’t realize people in their thirties ‘crashed’ at their friends.” He teased and you shot him a glare.

“They do when said friends have guest rooms, which I no longer do, thanks to someone.” You moved through the apartment, coming close enough to punch his shoulder, “otherwise I would have hosted.”

“Sorry to cramp your style. You must’ve been out late to be too tired to come home.”

“We’d been drinking.” You shrugged a shoulder, “didn’t think my big brother would be too happy to find out I’d been wandering the streets of Manhattan alone at three in the morning. Or worse, getting behind the wheel. I’d like to be spared from either of those lectures, thank you.”

“Fine, fine.” He held up the spatula in his hand in surrender, “you can text me next time you know? I’ll always come pick you up.”

“Thanks, but I had my car. No point in leaving it if I’d have to come back and get it in the morning, just makes more work.”

“Work smarter not harder.”

“Exactly.” You mock saluted him as you backed down the hallway, “enough coffee for me?”

“Yeah, food should be ready soon too.”

“Keep a plate for me? I’m gonna shower really quick.”

“Sure.” Elliot turned back to the stove and as soon as his eyes were off you, you darted into your room, attempting not to slam the door behind you.

Palms flat against the wood you lightly banged your forehead against it chastising yourself as your heart raced a mile a minute, pounding against your chest. You thought you had better time management that morning, an alarm set for an ungodly hour to actually tear yourself away from Olivia and have time to get home before Elliot was awake. Unfortunately, it appeared Olivia was both too distracting and convincing to get away from in a timely manner. You’d have to come up with a better excuse next time or face the fact that your brother would find out you were the one secretly dating his partner.

You slipped into the apartment midday on a Sunday, a laugh echoing from your lips,

“I know. I had fun too.”

“You should have come back to my place.” Olivia replied, her voice dropping and you couldn’t help but feel your body already tingling.

“I can’t do Sundays, family dinner nights, remember?”

“Oh, I know.” She chuckled, “I was invited this time.”

“What did you RSVP?” You asked, your heart fluttering in your chest.

“That I had way too much laundry to get done before the work week.” She replied, “I figured it would be a little too difficult to keep my hands off you.”

“Oh, did you now?” The grin spread across your lips as you moved through the apartment, placing your bag and keys down on the breakfast bar, leaning against it. “And what exactly, prey tell would those hands be doing?”

“Well for starters I’d have to sneak you away to the bathroom, can’t risk anyone seeing or walking in.”

“Mhmm…” you started twirling a piece of hair around your finger.

“Start out by holding your waist, grabbing your ass while I kiss you, gently pinning you to the door. Then things might get a little sneaky, start exploring under your dress, trying to see if you were a good girl who wore panties or not.”

“Christ Liv.” You stuttered out a laugh, your cheeks heating as she chuckled through the phone.

“Well, which would it be sweet girl?”

“I always want to be good for you.” You cooed into your phone, “I know how much you like that. But what if I wanted to play for once? Want to pretend I’m your naughty girl instead? Make you think I’ve got panties on but the surprise you’d find is that they’re crotchless and your fingers are—” your head shot up at the sound of the deadbolt creaking open and your entire body jolted upright, “yeah, thanks again for calling me back. I really wanted a chance to read over the preliminary before Monday.”

Olivia let out a huff of a laugh on the other end of the line, “I take it your house is no longer empty.”

“Correct.” You replied, “I’ll see you soon. Thanks.”

“Bye my sweet girl. Don’t forget what I was saying.”

“Definitely won’t.”

You hung up the phone, tossing it deep inside your purse, praying your cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt as Elliot approached the counter.

“We gotta get some WD-40 on that thing.” He gestured toward the door, “who you talking to?”

“Crystal. From work.” You replied, instantly turning to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water.

“You’ve been on the phone a lot this weekend.”

“I’ve got a lot going on.” You shrugged as he eyed you for a minute.

“Okay… don’t let work stress you out, you need to actually enjoy your weekends.”

“Says you.” You shot back, grabbing your purse off the island before disappearing down the hallway.

Sitting on the kitchen counter you were tucked in the corner by the window, coffee mug beside you while you were distracted on your phone.

‘Thank you again, you really didn’t have to.’

‘Sweetheart please, you couldn’t stop staring at that necklace. Even from across the store you kept going back to it, what was I supposed to do, not buy it for you?’

‘It’s not even a special occasion.’

‘Everyday with you is a special occasion.’

It was hard to bite back the smile on your cheeks at that, so distracted with your girlfriend you didn’t even hear your brother come into the kitchen.

Elliot took one look at you, the dopey smile on your face, the way your feet were swinging back and forth, they were very telltale signs.

“Good news this morning?” He prompted, picking up the coffee pot.

“What?” You were suddenly yanked out of your trance, your entire body tensing as you looked up at him with wide eyes. In one brisk movement you had locked your phone, tossing it to the counter, replacing it with your mug of now chilled coffee.

“Looked like you were in good spirits is all.”

“Got good news about work.” You fibbed.

“About time.” He replied, eyeing you over the rim of his coffee.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been working insane hours the last couple of months.” He pointed out, confusion washing over his face at the way your brow furrowed, “at least I assumed that’s why I’ve barely seen you.”

“Yeah.” You ran a hand through your hair, “crazy amount of OT.” Your phone buzzed on the counter and this time it actually was a work-related text, “speaking of. Gotta run.” Scooping up the device you hopped off the counter, squeezing his shoulder as you moved past him, “I was thinking chicken stir fry for dinner, thoughts?”

“Sounds good.” Elliot watched as you grabbed your bag and scurried out of the apartment. He was a detective, he knew whatever you had been texting about had nothing to do with work.

After a long day of work, a few glasses of wine in as you winded down for bed you were sprawled across the couch, tv playing in the background. Though your attention was on your phone, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you read the last message Liv had sent.

‘God, I really wish you were here tonight. I could use your help with something.’

‘Oh?’

‘Bored.’ ‘It’s annoying to have to think of ways to occupy myself.’

You grinned at her innuendos, your breath catching in your throat when the next message was an array of pictures. The first one her tits pushed up in a deep blue, lacy bra and your mouth practically watered. The second only her arm was covering her chest and the third made your skin prickle with heat. One of her hands sliding down her bare torso, sneaking under the waistband of matching blue lace panties.

‘Thoughts?’

‘I can definitely help with that.’

‘Yeah? Tell me sweet girl, how should I kill some time?’

‘Pretend I’m there, sitting in your lap playing with your tits while your fingers are buried inside me.’

‘You’d like that wouldn’t you? All cute and riled up, grinding down onto my hand. Your fingers sneaking between my legs.’

‘Baby I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands away from you. I want to feel every inch of you, all wet and warm for me.’

An audible gasp left your lips the next time your phone buzzed it was a video, her fingers moving underneath the lace, soft moans and whimpers coming from her lips.

‘Like that sweet girl?’

‘Just like that.’ ‘Fuck, Liv.’ ‘Keep going for me. You know I wouldn’t stop until I’ve made you come. And if I was actually there, I would make you come over and over again.’

‘You really know how to earn a good reward.’ A little smirking emoji accompanied that text.

‘It wouldn’t just be my hands either. You know I adore having my mouth on you, tasting your pussy on my tongue, the noises you always make are so fucking hot.’

‘Can I sit on your face?’

Your entire body tensed, your pussy fluttering and you nearly dropped your phone. ‘Abso-fucking-lutely.’

‘Good girl.’ ‘I picked something up today, something new and just for you, wanna see?’

‘Of course.’

You let out an audible groan when the next picture came in. Olivia was wearing a strap on, her pussy puffy and slick under it, with a new, large purple dildo attached.

‘Wow.’

‘You like it?’

‘I love it.’

‘Shame you’re not here. I’ll just have to wait ‘til the weekend to fuck you with it.’

‘Now you’re just being mean.’

‘Only a tease baby and you know I always follow through on my promises.’

‘So Friday or Saturday?’

‘Lol. Someone’s eager. I’m working late Friday, but off the rest of the weekend.’

‘Perfect. I cannot fucking wait.’

‘Me neither. But not just for the sex, I do honestly really miss you.’

Your heart warmed at her words, a soft smile breaking onto your cheeks as your thought process moved away from the naughty side. Olivia was always so sweet, she made sure you knew how much she cared about you, how much she wanted to be around you all the time, even if things like work were hoarding all her time. You were special to her, and she wanted to make sure you never forgot that.

‘It really does feel like the days have been dragging recently.’

‘Unless I’m with you then the hours fly by.’

‘You’re turning into a sap, you know that?’

“Who’re you talking to?” Elliot’s voice suddenly came from behind you, and you jumped, bolting upright as you locked your phone. You were so incredibly thankful that all the pictures and sexts had been far enough up they weren’t on the screen anymore.

“No one.”

“Yeah right.” He chuckled, snagging the tv remote to change the channel to something he liked as he dropped down onto the couch beside you. “You’re not hiding it well anymore kid.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“So, spill, who’s the lucky guy?” He nudged at you with his shoulder and you grumbled.

“I’m not saying a word.”

“C’mon, just give me a name. I need to run him through the system.”

“El, stop it. No.”

“I’m not gonna let you date someone with a record! You deserve better than that.”

“Thank you, but I can guarantee you they do not have a single flag on their file. Hell, their file doesn’t even exist!”

“Perfect! So, you can give me a name.”

You rolled your eyes again and just as you opened your mouth to redirect him, your phone buzzed on the couch with an incoming message. Elliot managed to grab it before you could, and you let out a frustrated groan. At the very least, you’d saved Olivia’s contact as only an ‘L’ with a kissy faced emoji beside it.

“Knew it was a guy.” He grinned at you, finally giving the device back when you started physically fighting to get it back. “L… hmm… Liam? Landon? Lucas?” He tapped his chin as he hummed, “you’ve gotta tell me when I get it. What about…. Leonard!”

“Fuck off Elliot.”

With your phone safely in hand, you shoved off the couch, retreating to your bedroom where you could continue to text your girlfriend in peace.

Olivia absolutely despised the precinct coffee. It was a well-known fact that it was crappy drip coffee provided to them, meaning it was probably the cheapest brand on the shelf. She’d been told that she would simply get used to it over time, but that time was definitely not anytime this decade. She wasn’t aware just how much she actually complained about it until she looked up from her desk to see your smiling face walking into the bull pen.

You dropped a bag of treats off with the desk sergeant, waving hello to the other few detectives that you knew before approaching her desk, leaning against it with your hip as you placed the tray in your hand down.

“Hey.” You greeted with a smile, squeezing at her hand. While some of the squad did know you were together, you still opted for professionalism, especially if it wasn’t your workplace.

“What are you doing here?”

“Brought you the good stuff.” You gestured to the tray, plucking one out to hand to her, “figured you could use a little pick me up.”

“What were you planning on doing if your brother was here?” She asked quietly, a small grin on her face at the thought that you were still more than willing to show up to surprise her.

“I’d come up with something.” You shrugged, “besides isn’t he in court today? He had the fancy tie on when he left for work.”

Olivia laughed, Fin snorted from beside you, saying a quick hi before he dug through the bag of goodies and you handed him a paper mug.

“You should stop by more often. Whenever you want.” He insisted, groaning over a sip of luxurious in comparison coffee, “you’re the better Stabler anyways.”

“Aww… flattery will get you everywhere Detective Tutuola.”

“What’s this?” A voice rang out from behind you and you tensed, the feeling becoming all too familiar, “surprise visit, one of those better be for me.”

You swiped the coffee from Fin’s hand as you turned around, bright smile on your face, “was just waiting for you! I didn’t realize you were in court today and I thought you could use a pick me up.”

“Thanks.” Elliot took the coffee from it, taking a swig and as he swallowed his eyes narrowed in Liv’s direction. You glanced from your brother to where his gaze landed, gulping nervously. “Why does hers have a heart on it?”

Liv glanced to the side of the cup, smiling at the hand drawn heart in a different colour than your name scrawled across the cup and shrugged, “barista must’ve thought she was cute.”

“Barista…” he turned back to you, small grin on his lips, “is that the mystery? Are you dating a barista?”

You glanced at your watch, “shit, would you look at that, my lunch break’s over. Gotta run, I’ll see you at home.”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Elliot beamed as you glanced back to your girlfriend with apologetic eyes before scurrying from the bull pen. “Oh, come on! That’s how you’ve been affording the expensive beans isn’t it?” He was practically chasing you out of the room as you made a beeline for the elevator doors, trying to get in before they slid shut, unfortunately, Elliot was just as fast as you.

Back at her desk, Liv and Fin watched the whole thing while she shook her head at Elliot’s antics. Fin let out a sad sigh, his eyes lingering on where the other man had disappeared into the elevator.

“I was drinkin’ that…”

Olivia laughed, handing over her coffee.

“Fuck baby… don’t stop.” You groaned, your fingers twisting Liv’s hair tighter around them as her tongue swept through your pussy.

She simply moaned against you in return; there was no way in hell she was letting up until you were coming undone under her. Your hips rocked up off the bed when you gasped and her mouth suctioned around your clit, tongue flicking it in various patterns. One of her hands snuck between your legs, two fingers sinking into your heat and you bit back a louder moan.

“Shit…” you moaned, your body shivering, “feels, s-so good.”

Her fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot just right and your thighs trembled around her.

“C’mon baby.” She murmured, lips brushing against your cunt, “let go for me. I wanna see how many times I can make you come tonight.”

You nodded furiously as her fingers picked up the pace and her mouth returned to your swollen nub, it only took a few more strokes before she brought you to your peak, your body arching up off the bed. With a small chuckle and a wicked grin Liv kissed her way up your body, still palming between your legs.

“A promise is a promise; I’m far from done with you.”

“Good.” You grinned, tugging her down to you for a kiss, your tongue surging into her mouth, “but my turn first.”

In one swift movement you wrapped your leg around her waist and flipped her onto her back, your lips mapping out every inch of her skin while your hand sunk between her legs.

At the other end of the apartment, the door opened, swinging shut behind Elliot as he turned to lock it. The first thing he registered was a thunk echoing from down the hallway. His natural instinct was to go check it out, make sure you were okay and hadn’t broken or spilt anything. Then he noticed the second pair of shoes sitting beside yours that definitely weren’t your style, there was a plate of half-eaten cheesecake on the coffee table and two empty glasses of wine alongside it. The next sound he heard was your giggle, followed by a swear that morphed into a moan and he made the correct choice to not even go look down the hallway.

‘Good for her.’ He thought, picking up a pair of headphones to drown out whatever other noises might end up coming from your bedroom. Maybe now he’d be able to solve the mystery of the barista, name starting with an L.

“Christ, you are relentless.” Olivia chuckled breathlessly, collapsing into the pillows of your bed. Her entire body felt like jelly, exhausted with pleasure and satisfied with how many orgasms she’d managed to pull from you.

“You started it.” You grumbled softly, dropping onto her chest as her arm wrapped around you and she left a kiss on the top of your head.

“Maybe we should place bets more often.”

“I like your style detective.” You smirked, shifting up to kiss her, “you’ve left me absolutely parched, you want a water?”

“Please.” Smiling, she watched you slip from the covers, eyes raking over your naked body before you covered it with a robe and slipped out the bedroom door.

Out of habit you closed it behind you and boy were you glad you did when you rounded the bend into the kitchen to spot Elliot over the breakfast bar on the couch. A heat of embarrassment shot up the back of your neck and into your cheeks, heart pounding again but for a totally different reason as you sidestepped to the cupboard. He nearly jumped at the sudden movement when you swung the cupboard open, yanking off the headphones.

“Hey.” You grimaced, quickly turning your back to him as you filled up the glasses, “sorry.”

“You’re an adult.” He replied with a shrug, “do I get an introduction?”

“Now?” You snorted, “yeah right.”

Picking up the glasses you raced back down the hallway before he could interrogate you any further, whipping the door shut behind you. Liv took one look at your face as you put down the water glasses and her eyes widened,

“Was that El?”

“Yup.” You nodded, your voice a hoarse whisper, hissing through the air. “I thought he was working tonight! He said he was gonna sleep at the precinct!”

“Shit.” She muttered, dropping back onto the bed and running a hand over her face. “I can’t stay tonight…”

“If you want to walk right past him to the door, be my guest!”

“Are you suggesting I go down the fire escape?!”

“No!” You let out an exasperated sigh, dropping down onto the edge of the bed, “fuck…”

“He really has no idea?” She asked, sitting up as she reached for your hand, stopping you from picking at your nails.

“No. He’s still as clueless as the day I dropped you off coffee.”

“Still thinks it’s a barista?”

“Yeah.” A puff of air left your lips as you looked up at her, “Liv I’m so sorry. I never should have convinced you into this.”

“It’s okay, we never get to spend time at your place.”

“No, I meant this whole fucking mess.”

She stalled, eyes darting around your face, “sweetheart… I asked you out. I was the one doing the pursuing, and this isn’t a mess.” Her hand slid up your arm, squeezing at your shoulder, “besides, what was I supposed to do? Let Elliot stop me from dating you? Fat chance. You outrank him any day.”

You cast her a small smile and she tapped her finger on the tip of your nose. “You sound like Fin.”

She laughed, quickly moving her hand to cover her mouth and your smile quickly reached your eyes. With a quick glance at the clock you did the mental math,

“It’s late. He always showers before bed; we can sneak you out of here then.”

“God, I feel like I’m sixteen again.” She laughed softly as you raised a brow at her, “it’s exhilarating.”

You swatted her arm, “okay, but next time we’re at your place.”

“Agreed.” She leant in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

You and Olivia were twisted in her bedsheets in the late Sunday afternoon, the sun lowering in the horizon casting her bedroom in golden hue. You’d been at it most of the day, movies playing in the background while you went round for round between naps entangled in each other’s arms. It was safe to say that you’d both worked up quite the appetite, ordering in for what would be acting as dinner. Her lips brushed against yours again as they curved up into a grin, lazily kissing you as there was nowhere else either of you would rather be. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand and she blindly reached for it, hitting the button to buzz the driver upstairs.

You let out a loud groan, attempting to roll away from her but her arm tightened around your center.

“Nope.”

“Liv,” you laughed tickling at her arm, “I need to pay the man, and I can’t answer the door naked.”

“Fine.”

Reluctantly she let you slip from between the sheets, so you could tug on your panties and an oversized shirt she usually wore to bed. You dug through your purse for your wallet and padded through her apartment, getting to the door right as it was knocked on. Quickly unlatching the chain, you swung it open, only problem was the guy standing in front of you didn’t have any pizza in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” You asked your brother, taking a wary step back from the doorway.

“I’m here to see Liv.” He replied, not even recognizing the state of undress you were in, “what’re you doing here?”

“Waiting for my pizza.”

“Babe?” Liv called from the bedroom, “what’s the hold up? You need more cash?” She stepped into the living room tightening her robe with one hand while the other clutched her wallet, “I—” She froze at the sight of Elliot in her doorway. The realization finally fully crashed over you and your body tensed, glancing between the two of them, “El. Shit, hey.”

“You didn’t pick up your phone.” He said plainly, looking right past you.

“Yeah… I was a little busy.”

He glanced around the living room, as if he’d lost all of his years of experience as a detective and had no possible way of putting things together right now.

“Movie night?” He asked, his voice creeping up in an unsure way.

You couldn’t help it, bursting out into laughter, “yeah, okay. You are not that dumb.” You turned to your girlfriend, a hand wrapping around her waist as you pulled her to you and planted a kiss on her lips, lingering longer than you normally would in a PDA situation, “let me know when the food’s here?”

“Yeah.” She murmured, flustered with heated cheeks.

Elliot shook his head as if coming back to life, “wait a minute. What the hell!?” He called after you, stepping into the apartment as you attempted to disappear into the bedroom, “hey! You get back here!”

“Can I at least put on some fucking pants?” You yelled back, yanking some shorts up your legs before returning back to the living room.

“What is going on here?” He asked, looking between the two of you, “I thought you were dating that barista.”

Olivia laughed and you dropped your face into your palm, muttering to yourself, “oh my god. There is no barista! There never was a barista.”

“What about the heart on the coffee cup?” He asked.

“I drew that… for Liv.” You gestured towards her and she smiled sheepishly.

“You had a guy in your room a week ago!”

It was your turn to blush as Olivia let out a small chuckle, “wasn’t a guy…”

Elliot’s eyes widened for a second as it finally dawned on him, “how long has this been going on?”

You and Liv glanced at each other before you spoke, “like… six months.”

“Six… six months?” He dropped down onto the couch behind him, “so all those late nights? You sneaking back in?”

“I was… with her.” You shrugged.

Elliot turned to Olivia, “every time you opted out of drinks? Took off early…”

“I was defiling your little sister, correct.” She smirked; you barked out a laugh and Elliot pulled a face.

“Listen, El…” you started, “could you spare us the lecture, at least until Monday?”

“Lecture?” He looked up at you and you raised your hands.

“The lecture you give me anytime I date someone, the ‘I’m a cop I’ll hunt you down’ threats you give my partners….”

“I mean they are kinda redundant now. I’ve got my own gun.” Liv commented, now completely free of any embarrassment she was totally ready to tease the hell out of her partner.

“I think I’m just… shocked.” He stated, slowly piecing together his words, “I spend every single day with the two of you, how the hell did I not pick up on it?”

“We were careful.” You suggested, “I didn’t want you getting pissed, doing something stupid that made us fight and you be a total ass to Liv at work.”

“Something stupid?”

“Like forbid us from seeing each other?” Liv offered.

“I, eugh, no.” He shook his head, “even if I tried…”

“Wouldn’t be possible.” The two of you finished in tandem.

He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing both hands over his face before he leant back into the couch, taking a second to think things over. He looked to you first,

“Are you happy?”

“Inescapably.” You couldn’t help the giant smile that took over your face.

He nodded, glancing over to Liv, “and you’re treating her right?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, she deserves the world.” She replied, unable to tear her eyes away from you as she spoke with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Elliot hummed, sitting forward, “okay, fine.” He shrugged, “it’s not like I have any say anyways.”

“Okay, great.” You lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him up to standing, “now would you get out of here so we can enjoy the rest of our weekend?”

He was almost considering protesting but there was another knock on the door and he was well aware it was the takeout you’d been expecting. With a final sigh he glanced between the two of you,

“Fine. But you keep it down at our place, I don’t want to hear anything to see any gross PDA.”

“That will literally never happen again as long as you keep the calendar updated with your actual schedule!” You pointed out.

“And you’re coming to family dinner next week.” He pointed to Olivia, “no more excuses, no more hiding.” His eyes landed back on you as you slowly backed him toward the door, “and no more secrets, okay? There shouldn’t be any reason you have to lie to me.”

“Okay.” You nodded, pulling open the door and he stalled one more time in front of the very confused delivery guy.

“And one more thing.”

“Elliot!” Olivia groaned with an eye roll, stepping forward to usher him out of the apartment.

“You two take this,” he handed over the boxes, “I’m paying, an apology for barging in on your night.”

He swung the door shut before either of you had any time to protest, finally leaving you in peace. Liv flicked the lock to make sure he wouldn’t have any last-minute interjections and took your hand.

“Well… that’s that.”

“Yeah.” You lifted your head, smiling brightly at her.

“Could’ve been worse.”

“Definitely.” You laughed, “he could’ve come home extra early last week and caught us on the couch.”

“Remind me to never take my clothes off anywhere but your bedroom ever again.”

“What about the shower?” You raised a brow and she grinned at you.

“Is that a question or a request?”

“I’m a sucker for hacks on how to save on my water bill.”

“Suggestion heard and granted.” Liv wrapped her arm around your waist, the takeout left forgotten on the coffee table as her lips captured yours in a kiss, a low growl coming from her throat as she started backing you down the hallway.

It didn’t matter what Elliot thought, it didn’t matter what anyone thought. As long as the two of you were happy and having a good time, everything was wonderful. And when you finally collapsed into her bed that night, bodies aching in the best way possible as you tangled your limbs together, soft ‘I love you-s’ whispered in the dark, you knew there was no place more meant for you to be.

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