TITLE: SALISBURY PARK
E-MAIL: adrienne_miranda@yahoo.com
FANDOM: Law and Order SVU
PAIRING: Alex Cabot / Olivia Benson
DATE: June 5, 2004
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RATING: R. Also, if same-sex relationships bother you, you might want to read something else. Otherwise, ENJOY!!!!!!!!!
LEGAL STUFF: Copyrighted 2004 by Adrienne Lee. Non-original characters, if applicable, are used without permission under "Fair Use" doctrine. The author reserves all rights attached to all original aspects of this work. This is a work of fiction; any similarity to characters or persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
SUMMARY FOR STORY: Early Sunday morning in Salisbury, England…
SPOILER: Post "Loss".
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is set in our on-going Alternate Universe where Alex and Olivia are still together after Alex went into WPP. < http://hometown.aol.com/ursasquare/jointfanfic.html >. It contains spoilers and references to future events / story-lines.
“What’s this?”
“Cement?” Seeing the still curious look on her lover, Olivia tried a different answer, “Pavement?”
“No, I mean the chalk drawing… and the numbers.”
Dark brows shot skywards. The brunette was stunned. “You’ve never played hopscotch?”
“Oh, so that’s what this is! I’ve always wondered.”
“What? You and Ling grew up memorizing the Magna Carta for fun?”
“No! I told you we had dolls and comic books.” Alex pretended to hit her lover on the head with her water bottle. “Jerk!”
“Right. Playing judge and lawyers with Barbies and reading Tintin to learn French didn’t sound like fun to me.” Olivia took the ‘weapon’ from her and slipped it into her shoulder bag. “What else did you do?” She asked, while rummaging through her sack.
“We played Scrabble, chess, checkers…”
“I mean, for fun.”
“It was fun!” The blonde furrowed her brows and crossed her arms, then added in her excited little girl voice. “Oh, we had science kits. We made crystals and pretended they were diamonds and sapphires…”
Olivia just shook her head and sighed loudly.
“Why? What did you do for fun?”
“Ah ha!” Pulling out the souvenir button she picked up in Piccadilly the day before, and using it as a marker, “Watch,” she told Alex and tossed it onto square one. She hopped over to the second square and continued onto to square eight and picked the marker up on her way back. “Now you try.” Grinning, she dropped the round metal into her lover’s palm.
Alex looked at the pin, then the squares and the pin again. “You’re kidding me, right?”
The brunette caught the smile tugging at her lover’s lips and the twinkle of interest in the blue orbs, and encouraged, “Go on, you’ll like it.”
“I’m too old for this,” she said under her breath, but tossed the marker down.
“You’re never too old for fun and games!” Olivia cheered when Alex came back, took the button from her, and went on to square two…
“Do you just keep doing this until you reach eight?” The blonde grabbed the pin. Laughing, she followed suit. On her way back, she lost balance, and put both feet down on the seventh box.
“Okay, now you have to put the button down on seven.” Olivia instructed and rifle through her bag for another marker. “Next time, you’ll have to jump all the way to the eighth box.”
“What do I look like, Wonder Woman?” Alex protested, her eyes wide.
Olivia answered distractedly, “No, not at all.”
“What does that mean?”
“She has dark hair, and she’s way too hippy.”
“But you like her chest.”
“No, I like what I see in front of me.” The brunette lifted her head, and realized she had dug herself a hole, she grinned. “And you can do a running jump, and I’ll let you land on two feet, since you’ve never played before.”
“Okay. I think I can do that.” Alex waited by her lover’s side with her hands against her lips and giggled. “You know? Maybe we should start speaking French.”
“Why?” Olivia looked up from her bag.
“So they’ll think we’re crazy French people?” She gestured at the pedestrians walking towards them.
“You’re silly.” When the old couple walked by, the brunette asked her lover, “Voulez vous couchez avec moi?”
Their audience turned and shook their heads in disapproval. Alex just stood there and blushed. After they turned the corner, she complained, “You did that on purpose.”
“Of course I did that on purpose. It was your idea.” Olivia smirked. “But you haven’t answered my question.”
“You keep that up, that’s all I’ll do.”
“Cutting off your nose to spite your face?”
In response, Alex stuck out her tongue.
“Put it back. I have better uses for it later.”
The fading rose tint returned, but she smiled, bad humor vanishing before deep tender cocoa eyes.
Finally, Olivia picked up a bottle cap from the street, and used it as her marker. Merrily, they finished the game. Afterwards, she pointed to the other side of the fence. “You wanna go there?”
“Go where?” Alex stood on her toes and squinted to see beyond the next block.
“There. Playground.”
“Why? Are you trying to relive your childhood?”
“I’d like to, with my favorite playmate.”
Alex beamed and put out her hand. Together, tittering like eager children, the two women ran into the park.
“Let’s play King of the Hill!” Olivia exclaimed and started up the slope.
“How do we play?” Pink lips quirked in a suppressed smile.
“One of us stands on the top of the hill and the other one tries to push the other one off.”
“That’s it?” She teased, balking slightly at the prospect of getting filthy.
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s kind of simplistic, don’t you think?”
“It’s a kid’s game, Alex, what do you expect?”
“So, who gets to be the king first?”
“You do.”
The blonde stood on top of the mound, and announced regally, “In that case, we’re playing Princess of the Hill.”
“As you wish, my princess.” The brunette bowed grandly, then began her attacked.
Throughout the game, Alex crouched and dodged. A couple of times, Olivia went flying passed her lover. Several other instances, they both went rolling down the hill. Somehow, the blonde always managed to get back up first.
Olivia tried and tried and tried and couldn’t get Alex off the mound by pushing without using excessive force. Finally, she picked her lover up and shouted, “Time for a new game!” and sprinted down the slope.
“Hey, that’s not fair.” The blonde objected, her heart flip-flopping from the rush.
“What are you talking about? You’re getting a piggyback ride.” Olivia turned back and grinned. “Besides, you’ll always be my princess.”
Alex wrapped her arms around her lover and hung on tightly from her emotional vertigo. “What are we going to play next?” She asked excitedly.
“Jungle gym tag, and to make it easier for you, I’ll be ‘it’,” the brunette offered, and ran passed the dragon slide towards the wooden structure.
“To make up for cheating, you mean?”
“I didn’t cheat. I used a creative alternative.” Olivia justified. It would have been so easy for her to win, and Alex knew it.
The blonde insisted half-heartedly. “You cheated.”
“So? You won anyway.”
In the jungle gym, Alex managed to slide passed some of the narrower tubes, while Olivia went the long way around. Then she tried to follow the blonde through the hanging tires. Her lover was standing on the platform, when Olivia squeezed through the second tire. Without notice, Alex pulled away the third, leaving the brunette dangling in mid-air.
“All right, very funny, give me the tire back.”
“You know? You look very silly that way.” Alex giggled. “Can’t you get out?”
Olivia tried to extricate herself from one of the tires, but the fulcrum was such that she could neither go forward or backward. “Do you think I’d be hanging here if I could?”
“So much for New York’s finest,” she taunted.
“I’ll get you for that when I get out of here.” The brunette warned, trying hard to act menacing.
“Promises, promises.” Alex laughed delightedly. “You really can’t get out?”
“You know I can’t.”
With that assurance, she sat down on the wooden surface, and kicked the middle tire where Olivia couldn’t reach. Immediately, the brunette started swinging back and forth like a pendulum. “I always knew you swung both ways.”
“Jaime Alexandra O’Brien, give that tire back to me now!”
“No!” Alex said in her best little girl voice. “This is fun!”
“You’re such a brat.”
“Sticks and stones and may break my bones…”
“You’re having way too much fun with this kid thing.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder, the women looked up to the gray clouds overhead. Without further warning, the sky opened in a roaring downpour. So, Alex let go of the tire, and helped Olivia through the rubber rings. Laughing and screaming, they ran for the public facilities.
“Can I help you girls?” The attendant asked. “Looks like you got caught in the rain.”
Olivia noticed a sign above that listed various amenities, services and costs. “I don’t suppose you sell towels, do you?”
“I don’t, but my sister over there might have some of the things you need.” She pointed to a slightly older woman sitting behind her, next to a push cart.
The lovers looked at each other uncertainly, communicating with their eyes.
“There’s a public bath in the back, it’s empty. I doubt we’ll have too many other visitors on Easter Sunday.” The attendant wrinkled her nose at their condition, and smiled sympathetically. “So, I won’t put a time limit on you, and you can hang your clothes up on the pipes to dry.”
They reached a silent agreement, and Olivia spoke up, “Okay. Thank you.” To their surprise and relief, the hawker actually had shampoo and soap, in addition to towels. No doubt to catch unprepared tourists, and priced accordingly, but this was their best option at the moment.
“Here, you can have this. The last of the lot.” The silver-haired woman handed at tee-shirt to Alex. It was traffic-light yellow with neon orange ‘Salisbury’ printed across the front. “It’s hideous, I know.” She chuckled kindly. “But it’s not dripping wet.”
Alex thanked the old lady and they headed towards the bath stalls.
“Oh, Dearies,” she called them back. “You might want to use the last one, it’s slightly bigger. You two look like you’re going to need each other’s assistance with the mud in your hair.”
“Okay, thanks for all the help.” Olivia responded, adding her charming smile.
“You think she knows?” Alex whispered as they closed the door behind them and locked it.
She raised her left hand, and twisted her rings with her thumb. “Yeah, you think?” Turning her lover around, she began to work the shampoo into her hair, taking care to rinse all the dirt off. Then she bent forward for Alex to provide the same treatment.
“Why did she give me the tee-shirt?”
“’Cuz you have ‘princess’ tattooed on your forehead?”
“Very funny. I do not.”
“You might as well.”
“You want to be a monk on your honeymoon?”
Looking up, Olivia faltered for a moment, affected by her lover’s luscious smile. “You know?” She murmured against her ear, feeling the heat of their bodies through the steam. “That threat is losing some of its sincerity. And I thought honeymoon was Spain…” Taking the bar of soap from the slender fingers, she began to work a lather over the pale form.
“You realize we do everything ass backwards?” Alex closed her eyes and leaned against the broad shoulders, into the brunette’s gentle caress. Conscious of her lover’s full breasts pressing sweetly against her chest.
“Yeah, I know.” Her large hands made their way down the soft, lithe torso, and she smiled when the long legs stepped a little wider apart. She reached around and squeezed firmly. “Maybe ‘cuz you have such a nice sexy arse.”
“If you say so.” The blonde flushed at the honeyed words, and the way her body throbbed and moved in its own accord. “It’s so not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You know all the right places.” A soft moan escaped her lips.
“And that’s a bad thing?” Olivia grinned, and shifted between the opened thighs. ”Besides, New York’s finest always keep her promises.”
“We’re so going to get arrested.” Alex gasped. “Ohh!”
“Shhhh!”