Author: sonadoras PM
Short AO drabble I don't own Alex, Olivia or SVU. Just borrowing them for fun.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship - A. Cabot & O. Benson - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,668 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-11-12 - Published: 08-07-12 - id: 8404375
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Alex and Olivia at dinner at a dinner near the precinct. After dinner, not wanting the night to end so early, Alex asked Olivia back to her apartment for a night cap. Alex had changed into a tight black shirt and jeans. Olivia, noticing every little thing about Alex lifted her eye brow when she saw Alex reach into the overhead cabinet for a bottle of wine. Alex's shirt had ridden up, exposing some skin. A small tattoo of a yellow rose peaked out of her jeans.
Alex poured the wine into the glass and handed one to Olivia. They had retreated to Alex's comfortable couch to watch a movie. Alex's tattoo peaked out of her jeans and Olivia asked, "When did you get this done?" Olivia softly outlining the rose with her finger.
"When my grand mother died."
"I'm sorry. Did it hurt?"
"Not as much as grandma dying," Alex smiled. "She was from Texas, that's why the rose is yellow. She was a feisty woman, with so much class. The first time I stayed at the Waldorf was with her. We ordered lobster and my sister and I bounced on the beds."
"You bounced on the bed at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel?"
"I was twelve!"
Olivia laughed, trying to picture a little Alex Cabot bouncing on the bed of a historic hotel.
"I've never stayed there."
"We could stay there some day," Alex blurted. "I mean, you could, you know."
"I don't know counselor. What do you mean?"
Alex blushed, trying to come up with something to say. Olivia leaned in kissing her softly, not wanting to startle the cloned.
Alex smiled, the little girl inside her bouncing up and down.
"Thank you for telling me about your grandmother."
"You would have liked her. She would have liked you."