Okay, this was the first drabble I'd ever written, and I wrote it a few months ago... But I think ya'll will like it...
This little brainchild is for my lil dez. Luv ya lots!
Disclaimer: SVU and Jim Carry ain't mine... dang it...
Sitting on the couch in my apartment, Elliot and I are enjoying a rare day off. Jim Carrey is beating himself up on TV, but it's all I can do not to stare at my partner.
Every minute or two, I steal a glance at him, and I want nothing more than to kiss him. He lets out a warm laugh, and I chuckle along with him. Feeling braver (or stupid) I scoot closer to him, but if he notices, he doesn't show it. A few minutes later, he excuses himself to the bathroom, and I find myself alone in the room. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply and am thrilled to discover that the couch smells just like him.
I imagine that we are hundreds of miles away from here, on a sandy white beach. The clear blue waters sparkle, and they remind me of Elliot's eyes. He's lying beside me on his stomach, his powerful bronze shoulders beckoning me to rub them. Almost unconsciously I place my hands on his back, rubbing his perfectly sculpted body. I hear him sigh contentedly, and my insides melt. Then he rolls over onto his back, his strong arms pulling me down so that our faces are inches apart. His warm breath caresses my lips, and almost as though magnets are pulling us together, our lips crash together in a soul searing kiss. When we pull apart, he whispers my name. "Olivia."
My eyes fly open, and and Elliot's standing over me, his cerulean eyes dancing with amusement. "What do you want, El?" I ask. He doesn't answer, just sits down beside me on the couch. A few minutes lapse in silence before he speaks again.
"You."
And before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, hot and sweet. Gentle yet desperate. When he pulls away, he rests his head on my shoulder.
But I am frozen in place with a stupid grin pasted on my face.
Wow.
The End
A/N: Okay, what do ya'll think? Press that lil button down there and lemme know!