She Wolf
by SaritaLissie13Ginevra
Song: Shakira's 'She Wolf'
Pairings: E/O-Elliot Stabler/Olivia Benson
A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me
Darling, it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now with eyes wide open
My body's craving, so feed the hungry.
I know I can't have him. Even if we could have each other, he wouldn't want me. He wants the domesticated types.
I feel like I'm going through lycanthropy when I see him. It's like the she-wolf tattooed on my hip transfers to my heart and makes me want him. I feel a sudden crave for a strong drink, so I shout to the bartender.
I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
I'm starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office
So I'm gonna go somewhere cozy to get me a lover and tell you all about
I devote myself to keeping him safe Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday. But, now, there seems no real reason to. My feelings will never be returned. Does he even feel like keeping me around as a friend? Sometimes I feel like the coffee machine in the squad room, abused by Munch as he makes the sludge he likes to call 'coffee'.
I felt bad when I told him about the one-night stand with Cassidy, but he said that it was ok. But I know him better. He's hurt. I can see it flash across his face; faint, but still there. In some weird way, it gives me hope. Keeps that dim light inside me shining.
There's a she wolf in your closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
As I sit and nurse my vodka, he comes over to sit by me.
"What are you thinking about, Liv?" he asks. "You're usually the one partying when we're here."
Maybe I should tell him the truth. I gather up the courage to, but back out at the last second. Thinking fast, I say "Remember that time when we were playing like little kids in my apartment?"
"And you hid in the closet and jumped out at me. I was so startled that I screamed like a little girl," he laughed. "Me, Elliot Stabler, screamed like a little girl!"
I laughed with him, recalling the times that we could just act like kids and no one would care. "Those were great times, weren't they?"
He looked at me, his eyes darkening. "They aren't gone, Liv." And he walked away to join the crowd on the dance floor.
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student
I'm watching him from across the bar. He laughs as some chick whispers in his ear. My blood is boiling with jealousy and rage. I storm over and wrap my arm around his waist. The moon is out, she's telling me what to do. I know this excuse wouldn't hold up in court, but who cares?
"El, baby. Let's dance, huh?" I croon. My voice is sugary sweet, but my eyes are hard, daring the blonde chick to object.
"Yes! I mean, sure, Liv," he tells me. I can tell he's trying not to sound too eager to get away from the blonde, but I play along anyway.
To locate the single men I got on me a special radar
And fire department hotline in case I get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
But having a very good time and behave really bad in the arms of a boy
I'm usually pretty good at picking out the single guys of a group, but this time I guess my radar's off. I feel like he's checking me out, his eyes roaming over my body as we dance. I wish the fire dept had hotlines you could call when your partner stares at you too intensely, because I feel like his blue eyes are burning a hole in me. It reminds me that I don't want a rich guy from Wall Street, but him.
"El, would you stop, please." I ask him.
"Stop what?"
"You're married, and you're staring at me. Checking me out. Stop." I don't mean to snap at him, but it comes out harsh due to my racing heart pumping adrenaline through my veins.
"Actually, no, I'm not married." he informs me. "Divorce was finalized this afternoon. Don't tell me you already forgot why we're celebrating."
"Sorry. I…I'm just used to thinking your married. You know, not used to you doing… this." I stammer.
I am Olivia Benson. I don't stammer. What the hell is wrong with me tonight? I feel like I'm suffocating. I need to get out of this bar. NOW.
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
I'm outside of the bar now, after yanking myself out of Elliot's arms and running at top speed to the sidewalk. I still feel like I'm suffocating. Now I know, it wasn't because of the bar, but because of the secret I'm keeping from him. He's my best friend and I can't come clean with him.
I hear his familiar footsteps behind me, and take a deep breathe, preparing myself for what could very possibly be the end of our friendship.
"Liv, are you OK?"
"No, Elliot," I sniff. Hmm, I didn't realize I was crying. "I'm not OK."
He sits next to me on the bench, wrapping a comforting arm around my shoulders. "What's the matter, Liv?"
At this point I can barely breathe. I know it; I need to spill out all this shit and get it done with. In this momentary lapse of judgment, I spill my heart out to my partner, best friend, and love. "Well, let's see, shall we? From the moment I met you, I've been in love with you. And I couldn't do a damn thing about it because you've been married. Now, I'll tell you that I love you and you'll either laugh in my face or—"
My rant was cut of by his lips pressed to mine. His tongue requesting entrance, and my lips parting to grant it. I hear a moan. Was that me? My mind is spinning. So many thoughts running through my brain, but I'm not able to grasp any of them. Not even for a second.
He pulls away, only because the need for oxygen has become too great. He leans his forehead against mine and smiles at me. I smile back. "I love you, too, Liv."
He said it. He feels the same. My heart thumps, but my body relaxes next to his.
Let it out so it can breathe.
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