1A/N: Ok then, this is my brand new story. I've worked very hard on it and I really hope you guys like it. Thanks in advance for all of the reviews and thanks to my beta, Sara a.k.a forever is never forever :)
Disclaimer: nope ... not mine
Olivia's eyes fluttered open and she pulled her hands out from under the blankets to rub them as they adjusted to the light. She felt an indescribable, yet completely undeniable, warmth that came from within her that brought a slight smile to her face. She rolled over and was surprised, but not upset, to find Elliot lying in the bed next to her. He was watching her and gently stroking her hair, twirling it between his fingers. "Hey," she said with a smile, her voice not going any higher than a whisper.
"Hey you," he said as he kissed her forehead.
Olivia grinned almost foolishly at the touch of his lips and Elliot leaned down to kiss her soft lips. She felt his warm breath on her lips and inhaled in anticipation of their kiss but just before his lips brushed against hers, a loud beeping noise violently brought Olivia back to reality. It was her alarm clock. Olivia's eyes shot open; she hit the snooze button, and audibly cursed her alarm clock. She looked around the room and realized it was all just a dream, the warmth, the sleep, and more importantly the Elliot. It was all just a cruel figment of her imagination.
She didn't know how long she had been lying there trying as hard as she could to remember any detail, big or small, of the dream until the alarm clock rang again. Olivia groaned, rolled her eyes, and reached over to switch it off. Olivia slowly sat up and stretched while she rubbed her eyes as she tried to fully wake up. She trudged into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and waited for it to get to the perfect temperature. She stripped of her clothes and got in and enjoyed the pulsating stream of water. She let the water cascade down her skin and watched as the water trickled down her curves and as the warmth brought goose bumps to her body.
Her mind began to wander back to the dream with Elliot. She wanted so much to remember anything about the dream, something that could give her a release. The release that she so desperately needed. Olivia tried to ignore the throbbing that had surfaced between her legs but it was pointless. The more she ignored it, the more she felt it. Olivia tried to concentrate on the water and making sure she was getting her entire body wet. Wet. She thought. With Elliot in the shower. His hands roaming all over my body, until finally his fingers slide into my —
Olivia stopped herself before the thought finished in her mind but it was pointless. Her mind knew where it was going, where it wanted to go and it wasn't about to let her stop it. Olivia couldn't take the throbbing anymore and needed to take care of it. She reached down and slid her fingers into her hot, wet core. She climaxed within a few strokes and her body shuddered as she fell backwards against the shower wall.
Olivia stood slumped against the wall, the water running over her body, for several minutes. Finally, Olivia reached for the strawberry body wash and her new body sponge and quickly lathered it up. She kept her mind off of everything that could even remotely lead to Elliot, which would, in turn, lead to a repeat performance. She focused her thoughts and her eyes onto the tile that was in front of her. She focused on the color, the texture, and the water running down them, anything to keep her mind off of her dream. Olivia quickly washed her hair, turned the shower off, and stepped out as she wrapped herself in a towel.
She walked out into her bedroom and threw together an outfit. It was a regular outfit that she would normally wear to work but today she noticed the pants were fitting just a little bit tighter than they would normally. She made a mental note to start going to the gym again and went on with her regular morning routine. She was halfway done with her makeup when her cell phone rang. She reached over the bed and grabbed it off of the nightstand. It was Elliot.
"Benson." she answered, like she didn't already know who it was.
"Hey Liv, do you need a ride to work?" he offered. "I'm running a little early and I have some time to swing by and get you."
Olivia knew she should say no. She knew she was going to have a hard time keeping her thoughts off of her dream while they were alone in the car. However, in the internal battle of head and heart, her heart won. "Sure."
"Great, I'll be there in ten minutes," he said and hung up.
Olivia groaned as she sprawled out on the bed and sighed. She shook the thoughts of Elliot's hands on her during the ride to work, got up, and finished her makeup. Sooner than she expected, the doorbell rang. Her heart jumped to her chest and she scolded herself. It's only Elliot. The same Elliot I see every single day. She thought to herself as she took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hey."
"Hi. I'm a little early, I hope that's ok," he said, as he walked into her apartment.
"Yeah, it's ok. I just have a couple of things left to do," she said, trying to make it seem nonchalant.
Olivia motioned to the couch as she walked into her bedroom to put her makeup back and turn off all the lights. Before she walked out of the room, she looked down at her dresser. There was a bottle of perfume that Casey had given Olivia for her birthday and Casey swore that it attracted men. Olivia's mind was telling her it was a bad idea but today, her heart was winning all the battles. She reached over and sprayed some on herself and walked out of the bedroom. "Ready?" he asked as he stood up from his spot on her couch.
"Ready." she replied as she grabbed her gun, badge, and keys.
They walked out of her apartment and to the car in silence. Elliot gave her a 'once-over' when she wasn't looking, knowing that she would kill him, and noticed that her pants looked tighter. He wondered why he never noticed how good she looked with a little weight on her. As she walked past him to get into the car, he caught a whiff of something. Is that perfume? Elliot thought as he got in the car. Olivia never wears perfume, does she? Elliot shook the thoughts out of his mind and focused on driving. Olivia didn't know what to say either. All she could do was picture him lying naked next to her. She was mad at herself for waking up at the exact time he was about to kiss her. She wished she could remember anything about the night before in her dream. Just one part, any part. "Olivia, are you ok?"
She soon was brought back to reality by her partner who now had his hand on her shoulder. She tried to keep her mind off of the warmth that was radiating from his hand. All it did was remind her of her dream. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? I just told you I was going to grow a mohawk and you said 'Really? That's so great.'" he said, taking his hand off of her shoulder, much to Olivia's relief yet dismay.
"Yeah, sorry. My mind was just somewhere else." she said, silently scolding herself for letting her mind wander.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, it's nothing to worry about." Olivia said and she hoped her voice sounded nonchalant.
Elliot just nodded. He knew better at this point than to poke his nose into things that really weren't his business when it came to Olivia. He knew she liked her privacy and, as much as he wanted to be let into her world, he respected that. He hated sitting in silence with Olivia unless it was a comfortable silence and today it wasn't. He didn't know what was wrong but he knew something definitely wasn't right. "So, how did you sleep?"
Olivia, once again lost in trying to recreate the memories of the dream, was caught off caught. She stuttered before her brain clearly processed what had been said. "Good, you?"
"Good, good." he replied, wondering why it was feeling like she was giving him the cold shoulder.
Olivia's mind finally let her relive part of her dream. She closed her eyes, hoping to find an object to calm herself, a steaming cup of tea or a nice bubble bath; she just didn't expect that object to be Elliot. She almost gasped aloud when she saw him hovering over her. Her hands ran over his toned chest and suppressed a verbal moan as his, surprisingly soft, lips brushed hers and she leaned up looking for more. He obliged as his tongue brushed across her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. Just as Olivia was about to allow him entrance, she was pulled out of her dream by a horn from the car next to her. She jumped and her eyes shot open, ending the dream for the second time.
She rolled her eyes but tried not to let Elliot see her. She didn't want him to start asking questions and have to listen to his rolling, deep voice saying her name. She was wishing she was in the shower again or at least somewhere she could give herself the release she needed once again.
After what seemed like an eternity to Olivia, they pulled up at the precinct. Olivia got out of the car and walked into the precinct pausing only slightly to wait for Elliot as she got to the door. Elliot looked around to see if there was someone she was trying to avoid but he found no one. He walked into the precinct just as fast as she was, hoping to find some kind of explanation as she took the stairs two at a time. His hopes were dashed when he walked into the squad room and saw that Olivia didn't follow him in. He assumed she went to talk to Casey.
Munch saw him come in first and nodded in his direction. "Hey, where's Olivia?"
Elliot pretended like he hadn't spoken to her. "I don't know. Why? Do you need her?"
Munch shook his head. "No, I just saw her getting out of the car before you but she's still not here and you are."
"You were watching out the window?" Elliot asked, incredulously.
"No, I just happened to look out and I saw her come darting out of the car," Munch replied, as he tried to justify his actions.
Elliot dropped the conversation. He didn't care what Munch saw or didn't see and whether he saw it on purpose or by accident. With all of his rants about the government, most of the people in the precinct hardly listened to him anyway.
Olivia, on the other hand, was in the bathroom trying to brush all the thoughts about Elliot out of her mind once again. This was a useless attempt and she knew it. It was never going to go away. That meant that there would be more dreams like that one and perhaps ones that were even more intense and more vivid. She quickly composed herself and briskly walked out of the bathroom. She sat down at her desk like nothing happened.
Cragen came out of his office several minutes later to tell them they had a case and sent Elliot and Olivia out to the scene. Olivia told Elliot she would drive for a change. She thought if she had something to focus on while on the way to the crime scene her mind wouldn't wander. Elliot wanted to object but he didn't want to get on Olivia's bad side. Olivia turned the radio on to keep the silence of the car from completely driving her insane.
She realized about ten minutes into the drive that her attempts to keep her dream from interfering with her day were completely shot to hell. Olivia was starting to feel bad that she was ignoring Elliot and was trying to avoid him. She was just scared that if she talked to him she would somehow become transparent and he would be able to see all of the sinful thoughts she was thinking about him. She decided that it was time for her to grow up and talk to Elliot just like she normally would. "So, how are the kids?"
Elliot, surprised to hear her voice, looked away from the window quickly. "Good, Maureen is in college so I see her a lot but the rest of them are in Massachusetts with Kathy so I only see them on holidays."
"Do you still talk to them a lot?" Olivia asked. She knew how hard it was being away from his kids but she was trying to make it easier for him by taking files off of his desk when he wasn't looking and doing them for him.
"Yeah," he replied as he nodded. "They call a lot to ask me how I'm doing and to tell me how everything's going there."
"That's good," Olivia said, trying to think of something to say that would make him realize that she was there for him. Before she could think of anything, he spoke.
"How are things going with, um, Greg?" Elliot asked, hoping he got the name of the man she was with correct.
"Actually, I'm not seeing him anymore," Olivia replied.
"Oh wow, I'm sorry," Elliot apologized, hoping that he wasn't bringing up any bad memories. At the same time, however, he was optimistic that they were both single. "When did it happen?"
"About a week ago," Olivia said. "I broke it to him over dinner."
"Well I hope you didn't break his heart too bad," Elliot joked as he playfully elbowed her arm.
Olivia laughed and shook her head. "No, I doubt it. I saw him talking up the waitress ten minutes later."
Elliot shook his head. "Men."
"Look who's talking," Olivia laughed.
"Me?" Elliot exclaimed with a smile. "What have I ever done to make you think I would do something like that to you? Or to anyone?"
Olivia just shrugged. "You're a man, El. All men are the same, trust me I've seen them all."
"You haven't seen me," Elliot replied, standing his ground.
"Sure I have, I see you right no," Olivia said as she pulled up to the crime scene and turned the car off.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," he said as they got out of the car and flashed their badges at the uniform. Elliot lifted up the caution tape and let Olivia go under. "See? Would any of the guys you date do that?"
"It's caution tape at a crime scene, El," Olivia said as she smiled up at him and shook her head. "Don't get so high and mighty."
Elliot smiled but dropped the conversation when they came up to Warner. "What do we have?"
"White female, probably in her early twenties, beaten and raped. There are bruises on her inner thighs but no fluids. It looks like she was beaten with this sharp rock," Warner informed them as she walked over to the bloody rock a few feet away from the body.
Olivia and Elliot walked over and inspected the rock. Warner told them she would get back to them as soon as the results were in and they turned to leave. Elliot lifted up the caution tape for Olivia as they left and Olivia laughed at him. "Such a gentleman."
Elliot tried to rush over to open Olivia's door but she ran in front of him and opened it herself. Elliot faked a hurt expression as he jokingly sulked back to the passenger side of the car. "Maybe that's why the men you date are jerks," Elliot joked. "You don't seem to respond well to gentleman-ism."
"Is that even a word?" Olivia laughed as she started the car and pulled away.
"Good change of topic," Elliot chuckled. "And probably not."
"I wasn't trying to change the topic," Olivia grinned. "And I do respond well to 'gentleman-ism', as you put it, but only if it's sincere."
"And you think I wasn't being sincere?" Elliot asked, turning to face her.
"Of course not," She replied. "You're Elliot."
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Olivia said nothing. She just shook her head. Are we flirting? Olivia thought as her mind relived the conversation. She knew that the chances of a relationship with Elliot were non-existent but that didn't stop her from thinking about it. Elliot and Olivia spent the rest of the car ride back to the precinct in a comfortable silence. It was a nice change from the morning commute and they both seemed very relaxed.
They pulled up to the precinct and Elliot walked in front of her to hold the door open. Olivia laughed and hit him. "Would you stop already?"
"Nope, not until I make you believe," he said, putting his hand on the small of her back as she walked in.
Olivia's heart began pounding once she felt his hand land on her back. She silently scolded herself, telling herself that Elliot was just a friend and he didn't think of her like that. "Believe in what?"
"That there are some pretty decent guys out there," Elliot replied. "Not all of us are corrupted."
Elliot leaned over her to push the button for the elevator and Olivia couldn't breathe. Once the bell dinged to signal that the elevator had arrived, Elliot motioned with his hands for Olivia to go in front of him. Olivia chuckled and walked inside as she shook her head. Elliot pushed the button for their floor and stood side-by-side with Olivia. They stood in silence until they got to their floor. "After you."
Olivia rolled her eyes but smiled as she walked ahead of him. Olivia walked through the doors without saying a word. They looked around and saw that Munch and Fin weren't in the squad room. Olivia sat down and turned on her computer. Elliot, on the other hand, went to brew up a pot of coffee. To Olivia's surprise, he put a cup of tea in front of her when he returned to his desk. "You know what, El?" Olivia said, taking a sip of her tea. "If you keep going at this rate, you just might make me believe."
Cragen's door immediately swung open and they looked up. "Benson, Stabler, my office now."
Olivia made eye contact with Elliot as she got up and walked into his office. They were thinking the same thing everyone else was thinking: What did they do now?
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