Roses
Author: Aislinn
E-mail: [email protected]
Fandom: Law and Order: Special Victims Unit
Category: Slash
Feedback: Yes
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Not mine, I'm a poor college student... Suing me would be like getting blood out of turnip
Summary: Alex finally has the nerve to tell Olivia how she feels.
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Hasn't been beta read, so if something just isn't working, let me know. Also first attempt at SVU ...
Olivia Benson smiled sheepishly as she signed for the dozen yellow roses being delivered. Closing the door, she made a mental note to thank Elliot for thinking about her on her first Valentine's Day alone. After so long as partners, he always knew how to cheer her up.
Sitting on her worn couch, she opened the card:
"Dear Olivia,
I'm never at a loss for words except around you. All those years of formal training fail me when I need it most. I can only hope this poem will let you know how I feel . . .
Once I dreamed of you in my arms
Twice I nearly asked you to be mine
Three times I nearly told you "I love you"
Three times I nearly told you "I love you"
Twice you held me as I cried
Once I knocked on your front door . . .
A.C."
Alex Cabot paced outside of apartment 9A, the clicking of her heels echoing slightly in the barren hallway. She could take on the largest crime family in the state blindfolded but knocking on the door of a compact cop knotted her stomach.
"Hey Alex," Olivia said. Alex turned around, trying desperately to read the eyes meeting hers.
"How did you know I was here?" The normally confident woman admired the floor, no longer able to hold the gaze of the woman who had stolen her heart.
"The door never really fit right, so I can see the shadows of people walking by if I look hard enough . . . Coming in?" Olivia, dressed in low rider jeans and tank top, backed out of the doorway to allow the blonde access.
Blue eyes looked around to find a living room decorated in rich reds and golds. A red leather couch was joined by a pair of glass end tables and a rather large entertainment set. Lights in the apartment were low. Her roses sat on an end table, surrounded by candles. The smell of vanilla incense mixed with the lingering scent of Olivia, providing a scent Alex wanted to never forget. The kitchen was off to the left and further within the apartment, a small hallway that must have lead to the bedroom and bathroom.
Olivia pressing a glass of white wine into her hand broke Alex out of her slight trance. "About the roses," the shorter brunette drained her glass before continuing, "I love you, I love you, I love you . . . "
