Title: Snow Angels
Author: vegawriters
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG-15ish. Nothing too explicit.
Genre: Pure and unadulterated fluff.
A/N: medland's prompt took on a life of its own.
Disclaimer: If I ask REALLY nicely, do you think Dick and Neal will listen to me and put Olivia and Alex together and then film it? Cause if I owned these guys, the show might be a bit different. Just sayin, Mr. Wolf. But, because I don’t … it's important to note that I make NO money from this. In fact, I probably lose money since I'm not writing other stuff right now.

Summary: “After all, death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”



“I can’t believe you actually found a carrot.” Alex pushed her hat down more on her head as she watched Olivia plod through the knee deep snow in the cabin yard. “I don’t want to know how old it is.”

“Well,” Olivia grinned devilishly, “it is pretty limp.”

“Oh, you aren’t …” Alex lunged to protect the snowman from public indecency, but Olivia sidestepped her and Alex found herself face down in the snow that had been falling for the two days they’d been tucked into her family’s Sackett’s Harbor cabin. Carefully, she pulled herself from the fluff and lunged again, this time tackling Olivia around the legs and bringing her down with her. The silence that followed the takedown worried her and she checked Olivia’s face, suddenly realizing that a push like that might not be the best thing in the world to help keep Olivia’s flaring PTSD at bay. Just as she let her guard slip and reached to brush Olivia’s hair out of her eyes, the detective grinned and flipped them and pinned Alex into the snow. Cheering triumphantly, she reached over and secured the limp carrot into the lower end of the snowman. Two chestnuts completed the package and even Alex had to laugh. Olivia pulled her phone from the waterproof pocket of her coat and snapped a picture.

“This one is for the scrapbooks, she said with a grin.

“He’s definitely feeling the cold.” Alex wiggled out from under Olivia’s legs and snagged the carrot and the nuts from the snowman. Carefully, she rearranged them on its head and had to laugh. The carrot was far too limp for the nose. Before she could say anything, she felt a thump on her back and crashed into the snow again. Olivia grinned and leaned down. “So are we, I think.”

“I dunno, I’m pretty warm.” Olivia’s lips captured hers and Alex gave herself completely to the kiss – not caring about public decorum or snowmen or the frigid temperatures that seeped through her jeans and the ski parka she’d tucked herself in to. Olivia pressed against her, her hand sliding discreetly up between her thighs and pressed against her center, stroking through the jeans. The light torture sent shivers of heat and tension through Alex’s body and she whimpered, needing more but not wanting to get up from their position at Frosty’s feet.

Luckily, Olivia made the decision for her. She jumped up and tugged Alex to her feet and with one last kiss, led Alex back into the cabin, to the pile of blankets and pillows in front of the fire.

***
“If I have my way, we are never leaving.” Freshly redressed in dry lounge pants and her warmest sweatshirt, Alex curled back up in front of the fire, the only source of heat in the small but comfortable cabin. She handed a mug of hot cocoa laced with Irish Crème to Olivia and snuggled back under the ancient afghan they’d uncovered in the trunk at the foot of their bed.

“If Mother Nature has her way, we’re never leaving,” quipped Olivia as she buried her cold toes under Alex’s legs.

Alex yipped and swatted at Olivia’s feet. “Go put on socks, woman. Or put your feet in the fire. Something. I’m tall and skinny. We don’t retain body heat.”

“I’ve noticed.” Olivia grinned playfully but removed her toes from under Alex’s legs. She did grab her own blanket though and maneuvered so that her head was in Alex’s lap. The position left little ability for her to drink her cocoa, but she reached over and placed the mug on the hearth, keeping the chocolate warm. “This weekend away was a good idea, Babe.”

“Yeah …” Alex ran her fingers through Olivia’s hair, watching the snow fall on the other side of the window. Just a few miles outside of Watertown, Sackett’s Harbor was much more of a summer getaway and river town than an escape for the winter, but the few cabins that were open for the cold season were cozy and the people in the town were happy to help the hapless tourists who sought refuge from the city. This cabin, oft used by her family in the summer months when the Cabot’s fled the cities and their corner offices, was always vacant in the depths of winter. The part of her that ached to rebel from the bluest blood of her family name relished that she and her blue collar girlfriend could escape here and enjoy the peace and quiet. Here, her conviction rate was just another percentage in a book in a far away city. Here, the worst crime the town dealt with was the petty thievery of the summer tourists. Here, political ambitions and family names didn’t matter. She could still hear her father’s lecture about how lesbian relationships would ruin her run up the ladder. How do you plan to be president someday with that cop attached to your arm, Alexandra?

“Hey,” Olivia’s voice caught her attention. “Where’d you go?”

“Um …” she debated about telling the truth and then shrugged, “deep into the confines of the Cabot family psyche. How they love that I’m gay because it adds to their liberal street cred but they don’t really understand my choice of partners. I still don’t know how to tell my father that we’re back together.”

“He’ll give you the same lecture he did last time - coming out will ruin your political ambitions and why can’t you please date someone from a noteworthy family?”

Alex laughed, in spite of her sudden sullenness. “Yeah.” She grinned, “You know, I wish we had some kind of proof that John Cabot himself had a male lover. That would shut all of them up.”

“That’s your new project, Lex. To prove that not only was he gay but that he was dating far below his social station.”

“I’ll take that lower station any day of the week.”

“Until you need to start putting money in your campaign war chest.”

Alex shook her head. “I’ll take their money, their snobbishness, and raise the bar. I graduated from finishing school and understand the meanings of decorum and social frivolity.”

“Before leading the Young Harvard Democrats in protests against the way the college handled sex crime reporting while you were in law school?”

“Hey, I learned my lessons from Hillary. And the New England social structure can bite me.”

Olivia cracked up. “All this Hillary chest thumping and yet you supported Obama.”

“Not all of us feminazi’s march in lock step.” Alex grinned and traced her fingers down Olivia’s arm. “Anyway, I have to thank the Administration. Their calling Kim back to DC left the door open for my return.”

“And how long is that return going to last?”

“The DA has no idea what it’s doing with assignment rotations right now, Liv. Be patient.”

“And my request for a new ADA on that case probably didn’t help your prospects for permanent assignment.”

“It might not be a completely bad thing. Maybe we shouldn’t be mixing business and pleasure.” When Olivia tensed slightly, Alex ran her hand down Olivia’s back and up under her thick sweater. “We’ll just take it one day at a time, Liv.”

“Alex …”

“Don’t worry about it.” Alex ran her hand up Olivia’s back, glad to find no bra strap blocking her path as her fingers roamed around and toward the soft, supple breasts she’d spent the better portion of the last two days feasting on. Her fingers stroked lightly at the tender skin and she smiled when Olivia’s nipples peaked under her ministrations. “Remember before witness protection, the conversations we had about any kind of political career I might seek. Remember what I said?”

“Hmmmm?”

Alex laughed at Olivia’s thorough distraction. But she pressed on. “Remember what I said when we were talking about my political ambitions?”

This time, Olivia answered. “That any constituency that didn’t want you as you are, you didn’t want to represent.” She sighed and rolled over, looking up at Alex, “But that’s not how the real world works, Alex. And you know it.”

“I know. But I still mean it. Now more than ever. I’d rather spend my life as a prosecutor than live a lie to work my way up the political ladder. I didn’t realize that when I first joined the office or was assigned to the unit. But some things changed along the way.”

“You kept getting in trouble with your bosses?”

Alex laughed and leaned down to kiss her girlfriend. “I met someone who made me demand honesty from myself. And then I had to live a lie for far too long. I’m through hiding from people who want to make my life hell.”

Olivia reached up and stroked Alex’s hair back behind her ear. “I love you,” she whispered. “So much. And I didn’t realize just how much I’d stayed in love with you through everything until this very moment.”

“Careful, Liv. You’re treading the cheesy line. I might have to hold it against you.” She leaned down and kissed her again, “And I love you too,” she whispered against Olivia’s lips. “More than I ever realized until this moment.”

Their lips met again and this time, Olivia deepened the kiss, her intentions clearly stated with each brush of her tongue against Alex’s. Alex somehow remembered to set her cocoa mug aside before helping Olivia maneuver so the detective was straddling her, her legs tightly around Alex as she ran her own hands under Alex’s sweater and pulled at the baggy clothes. “Off. Now.” Olivia whispered as she tugged the offending clothing over Alex’s head. The chill from the air instantly cooled Alex’s skin and she wrapped herself closer around her lover, glad for now to let their tongues tangle and their hands explore. Every time they kissed, every time their hands wandered or they fell in a tumble onto one of their beds, she could only curse herself for three years of misplaced fear and trauma she’d passed along to the SVU unit. Three years away from Olivia when they could have been doing this, building their relationship. Maybe, if she’d been there, Olivia’s own traumas wouldn’t have been so frightening. Maybe she’d have found healthier ways through her own. Living in fear was never the answer.

“Stop it,” Olivia whispered, her hands easily freeing Alex’s breasts from their cotton confines.

“Stop what?”

“Going back and reliving every past choice you made. You tell me that all we can do is move forward and then you live in this past cycle of hard decisions and traumas you still haven’t completely faced.”

“We are a pair aren’t we.”

“At least you’re in therapy.” Olivia smiled and leaned in to nip at Alex’s neck. “We’re here. Together. Lex, it’s what we wanted.” She sat up and her eyes glinted playfully, “After all, death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

“So what we’ve got here is true love?”

“Maybe,” Olivia traced her finger down and around Alex’s cheekbones and chin. “And if it isn’t, I don’t want to think about the other possibilities right now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“Kiss you,” Olivia whispered. “Make love to you. Go make snowmen and snow angles and then curl up by the fire and feed each other warmed bread covered in melted cheese. I want to know more about your experiences in witness protection. I want you to tell me about Matt and I want to tell you about Kurt and then I want to curl up in bed under about a zillion blankets and listen to the snow fall against the roof.”

For an instant, Alex found herself walking the pages of the greatest romance novel ever written, but it passed quickly and she reached up and pulled Olivia’s lips back to hers. “As you wish,” she said with a playful smile. Sometimes, her girlfriend really was the smarter of the two of them.

~fin~