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So she just happened to overhear what club as ADA Alex Cabot was going to tonight with her friends. So she just happened to pick out the pants that made her ass look more perfect than usual. So she just happened to show up at the club around the time she might have overheard Alex would show up. So she just happened to be standing at the bar with a glass of scotch in her hand while she watched Alex sit with her friends through the mirror behind the bar.

Cold-blooded murders never made her nervous. Rapists never made her nervous. Running into a room blind to save a child never made her nervous. Normally intimidating judges and defense attorneys never made her nervous. But Alex Cabot made her nervous. Alex made her knees weak, her palms sweaty, and all coherent thoughts in her mind to cease.

The ADA had never said it outright, but she'd caught Alex checking out other women before. Her eyes lingered a little too long as they walked away. Her eyes drifted down a little too far. Her eyes usually gave her away. But when Alex looked at her, they were absolutely unreadable.

She saw Alex get up to dance with some redhead. The redhead was cute, but compared to Alex she was just another face in the crowd. Alex had her hair down, falling around her shoulders with tight pants and a tighter shirt.

I hold on so nervously
To me and my drink
I wish it was cooling me
But so far, has not been good
It's been shitty
And I feel awkward, as I should

There's no way she'd go over to Alex and directly ask her to dance. She set her drink down and pushed away from the bar. Almost immediately a woman walked over and offered her hand. She took it. It was her way in.

This club has got to be
The most pretentious thing
Since I thought you and me
Well I am imagining
A dark lit place
Or your place or my place

This was definitely not where she's normally be. This was the kind of place she hung out in in college. It was all fake. All surreal. None of it really meant anything.

Which brought her back to the woman she was dancing with. Part of her felt bad for using her and part of her didn't really care.

Soon she broke away from her interim dance partner and started making her way across the crowd. Soon she was within three people of Alex. Within a few seconds Alex caught her eyes. A sly smile graces her perfect lips and she danced over.

When Alex's body made contact with hers, she felt all her senses go into overdrive. As their bodies grinded together, she could smell the sweet perfume the ADA had on and the vodka she's been drinking. She could see the slight glisten of the blonde's skin. She could feel the ADA's body heat and feel her searing breath on her own cheek.

After they'd been dancing for almost half an hour she decided it was now or never. She leaned close to the ADA's ear and whispered, "Come home with me."

The blonde's lips curled into a smile. She leaned back and whispered, "I don't do relationships."

She figured she could play Alex's game for a while. She whispered back, "I don't remember asking for one."

The smile on Alex's face expanded fully and the blonde offered her a hand. She took it and led Alex out of the club and into the night.

She really wanted a relationship with the beautiful, blonde but she'd take what she could get right now. She'd work on the relationship part later.

They barely made up the stairs before she found herself with her back to her own front door and the blonde's lips on her own. It was an experience she'd longed for and she found it better than she ever imagined. Somehow she got the key in the lock and flipped it open with ever having to break contact with the blonde.

They stumbled their way to the bedroom shedding clothes on the way. She was amazed at how nimble the ADA's fingers were. They seemed to be everywhere at once. She let herself get lost in Alex which was pretty easy.

When she woke up the next morning, she wasn't surprised to be alone. The only thing that told her it wasn't all a dream was the scent of Alex on her pillow and her cell phone on the floor next to the closet.

When she got to work, she slipped the phone into her desk drawer without anyone noticing and Alex made her way in a few minutes later. They made slight eye contact but no more than a few seconds.

Alex took her usual seat on her desk and crossed her arms, "What's on the agenda today?"

Elliot started explaining. She wasn't really listening. She let her eyes travel the length of the ADA from her long, slender legs, to her beautiful blonde hair.

She had to walked to the coffee station to stop herself from going overboard. When she got back she stood across the desk from Alex.

"Hey Alex," she said, "Can you hand me a pen out of that top drawer?"

Alex languidly opened the drawer and paused, seeing the contents. She stealthily took out her phone and a pen in one grab and handed her the pen.

Alex gave her a knowing smile and walked out.

After she watched Alex walk out, she looked down at her desk and saw a note that definitely wasn't there before. She picked it up and smiled at Alex's handwriting. Tonight. Your place. Same time.