this new-found source of amusement (for alex) happened by
           accident. she had only casually brushed against the detective,
           causing her to grimace and grumble, and how had she not known
           after so many years that olivia was ticklish?

                           “you’re bluffing.”

           the serious tone in liv’s voice guaranteed her otherwise
           but alex was more than willing to test her patience.

                           “i’m your friend, albeit a currently obnoxious
                            one, but i would never–”

           her words are punctuated with a laugh as she draws her hand
           back to olivia’s side, unrelenting. the ass kicking would
           be well worth it in the end.

                ❛                don’t test me. ❜

     annoyance oozes from her words. it’s clear her patience has run short,
     and olivia is sitting on edge just waiting for alex to make a move so she
     can act. never once has she shifted her attention from fingers that are slowly
    but surely approaching her side. eyes narrow at the blonde. she sure had
     some balls.

                            ❛ alex cabot if you tou            ❜ 

     but her words are cut off by a loud wail, and she practically goes flying. her
     hand moves to catch alex’s wrist, not letting her retreat back. letting out a 
     huff, olivia gives herself a moment to relax but irritation remained. alex was
     going to get her ass handed to her. 

                 ❛ i refuse to let go. ❜