My eyes flicker open and are greeted by extremely bright light from my open curtains. I cant help but wish I never opened my eyes, the loud throbbing beginning a constant beat inside my head is proof of the excessive alcohol I consumed last night. I let out a groan of frustration, but instantly freeze feeling someone move around my bed, mumbling something before settling back into the pillow. Suddenly I become aware that I am lying next to someone and we are both naked. The strange taste on my mouth becomes familiar. Shit I say inwardly. Its the third time this has happened in a month. I turn over carefully, chancing a glance at the woman beside me. Flickers of blonde hair are scattered across the adjacent pillow, creamy skin covers her slight frame, but I cant see her face. Another Alex Cabot look alike I Sigh in frustration, Ahhh, my doomed attraction to the virtuous blonde can be so unbearable at times I try to clear my cloudy memory, I'm going to at least know her name for when she wakes up.

Okay, so I remember heading to Mulligan's with Elliot, Munch and Finn after work for a few drinks. I vagley remember their departures not too long after, and then...nothing.

C'mon Liv, I need her name...she'll be awake soon

Trying harder, I can remember leaving Mulligan's and heading to some other place, and heading straight for the bar. I bought myself another two drinks, then someone else bought me one...the bar tender pointed towards the buyer...but I cant remember the face. But then, I remember feeling ... content and happy talking and laughing with this person...then nothing. Not a voice, or a face, just a feeling. Becoming increasingly frustrated, the body beside me, shifts closer, slipping an arm over my stomach, her face still hidden. Thankgod she is still asleep I can't help thinking. Then from beyond the clouds in my memory a question and a voice break through.

"Detective Benson, what are you doing in a dump like this?" The voice is so familiar. I can remember smiling.

"I could ask you the same thing counsellor." Was my reply.

"I'm here to unwind, fancy joining me? I'd love some company." I can actually see her face in my mind now. Her hair half up, resting on her creamy shoulders. A light blue strapless top, white pants and black pumps adorned her body.

"Sure." I reply. I turn to the bar tender. "Eight shots of tequila thanks." Turning back to Alex, "Lets see how tough you really are Cabot." I see her lips turn up in a grin...something I would do just about anything to see again. She reaches for the salt and the piece of lemon ... then...blank.

Whoah, this might actually be...her I think excitedly, straining to remember more.

I can feel her body, close to mine, and us giggling at nothing.

"Okay...lets play a game...Olivvvvvvvia. I'll ask you a question, then you ask me one 'Kay?" Her voice is SO cute when shes drunk.

"Shoot...not literally though." I cringe as I remember the lame reply. But it seems to have been funny at the time, Alex falls onto me in a laughing fit.

"Mmmkay..." She manages finally. "What is one thing hardly anyone knows about you?"

"My mom was raped, and I'm the result..." Wow, I must have been drunk "What is your darkest secret?" I ask before she can think up any questions.

"Ummm..." She says dramatically, "I'm attracted to women." I raise an eyebrow...opportunity suddenly becoming reality. "Who are you most attracted to at work? My bets on Elliot." My grin widens.

"Well, then you, my dear Alex are sadly mistaken. I fall asleep every night thinking of you." Her hand rises up my bare arms, and cup my cheek. Her lips softly brush mine...then nothing.

Getting extremely pissed off with myself for going blank again. I twist my head to look at the clock. 8.32 Okay, I don't need to get up yet

"Do you know how long I have wanted this to happen Liv? Ever since I met you...The first time I ever saw you, you were bent over your desk...and I remember thinking 'What a cute tush'." We are no longer in the bar, but walking beside each other, my arm around her waist keeping her close. Then, the next thing I remember is jiggling the keys in my door, which was very hard to do at the same time as kissing the thin blonde hanging off me. Then, the next memories are a blur...

Peeling off her clothes, running my hands down her silky skin. Her nails raking down my bare sides, the taste of her nipple in my mouth. The sound of her voice whimpering as I ran my hands through her slick folds...her taste... I lick my lips again, smiling at the memory. The I remember her hands, her mouth ...my hoarse voice calling out her name.

I turn over in bed, wrapping my arms around her thin frame, lightly running my fingers in circles around her navel, causing goosebumps to rise, and a deep intake of breath signifying her awakening. She looks up at my face, her eyes still adjusting to the light, like mine before. Yup, its finally the real thing

"Morning." I say cheerfully, my headache down to a dull thud. She groans in reply, placing her own head in her hand.

"That's the last time I let you challenge me with tequila shots." She leans close brushing my lips with hers. "But thankgod you did..." She whispers. Kissing her back with a little more pressure, I move a hand up to cup her face.

"And thank god it was you." I reply.

The End