Title: Four Seasons
Author: ncruuk
Feedback address: ncruuk@gmail.com
Pairing: Alex/Olivia
Rating: PG13
Summary: The progression of the seasons, as perceived by Alex.

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, this is entirely not for any profit, just some written down musing....

Author's Note: I don't write drabbles...I mean, I didn't write drabbles, until I wondered if I could write drabbles...each season (including the season title) is 99 words long....

Enjoy, I hope....

Four Seasons
by ncruuk

Fall

Alexandra Cabot was not normally one to waste time debating her clothing choices, trusting the quality of her tailoring and being naturally decisive...but not when the weather was conspiring against her...did she wear the soft wool overcoat or just risk the autumnal wind in her suit jacket?

"You should have brought your coat Alex…" chastised Olivia gently, draping her leather jacket over Alex's shoulders, not feeling the cold wind.

Snuggling into her lover's jacket, Alex began to melt – she should have worn her coat, but Olivia's warmed more than just her body, it warmed her heart as well.

Winter

Just because her colouring suggested Scandinavian heritage didn't mean that Alexandra Cabot liked cold, snowy weather and City winters – as far as she was concerned, winter was all about runny noses and handkerchiefs, chapped, frozen lips, and hot chocolate…She'd always had hot chocolate in winter, ever since she was a child, it was what she drank to warm her lips and frozen fingers…until she fell in love with Olivia Benson…

Alexandra Cabot still drinks hot chocolate, but now it's just a drink…she has other ways to warm her lips and a lover who never lets her fingers freeze….

Spring

She tried to notice it, to pay attention, but somehow, every year, Alexandra Cabot managed to miss Spring. Sure, she switched her clocks to Daylight Savings every year and occasionally managed to see her apartment without needing to turn on the lights, but the birdsong and the blossom – she missed all that, until…

…until she ate a Street-dog, sitting on a bench in Central Park, dropping mustard on her coat, enjoying the weak sunshine and Olivia Benson's laughter, the sound mingling with the birdsong…

Alex looks forward to Spring now…listens for the birdsong, watches for the blossom…

Summer

She'd always noticed summer – you couldn't live in the City and not notice the cloying heat, the thickening air, the soaring temperatures as air conditioners progressively failed and tempers frayed. It was hard to ignore, unavoidable and inescapable…only now, now it was a good thing…

When the third juror fainted, court was adjourned until the temperature dropped…once, Alexandra Cabot would have been livid, having her cross examination disrupted…but now, now she understood the beauty of lazy summer afternoons – they began with ice cream and ended with cool cotton sheets…but were all about Olivia Benson, the woman she loved…