"You did it, Lester! Stop lying to us!" Detective Olivia Benson stalked around the table, getting into the suspect's face. "You raped her, and then you killed her."
Detective Elliot Stabler watched his partner work as he leaned against the wall next to the door. When the suspect started crying and confessing, Elliot caught Olivia's eye and gave her a small smile. She held his gaze for a moment before tossing the pad and pen down in front of the suspect for him to write his confession out. As he wrote, she paced around the room. Elliot watched her. She was wearing black pants today, with a dark purple shirt. She reached up to run her fingers through her hair, and Elliot's breath caught as he noticed the movement cause her shirt to rise, revealing the bare skin of her stomach.
He stared. He couldn't help it. Her skin was perfect, and his fingers itched to see if it was as smooth as it looked. He clasped his hands together, and put them behind his back. She lowered her arm, and her shirt covered her stomach again. Elliot gave a silent sigh.
Hours later, the team had caught another case. They sat around the squad room, tossing out bits of information and attempting to put them all together. Their victim was a 23 year old Asian woman, raped and brutally murdered. Elliot watched the facts as they got put up on the board. He was concentrating on the details until Olivia reached up to tape a photo to the board, and her shirt slid up again for a brief moment, revealing her lower back. He shook his head slightly, and forced himself to focus again.
The case stretched onto into the night. Around 3am, Cragen caught Olivia almost nodding off at her desk. He sent her up to the crib for a nap. "Come wake me in an hour?" she asked Elliot. He nodded, and went back to his research. About an hour later, Elliot yawned and stretched. Noticing the time, he looked around the bullpen. Cragen was in his office, napping on his foldout bed. The rest had gone home. He quietly walked up to the crib to wake Olivia.
He opened the door quietly, letting light into the room. His breath caught as he saw Olivia stretched out on her stomach. Her shirt had slipped up again, revealing the smooth skin of her lower back. He walked slowly over to her bed, and knelt down beside her. "Liv, wake up." She murmured something unintelligible. He smiled to himself, thinking how adorable she looked. Giving in to a bit of temptation, he ran his fingers lightly over the bared skin of her lower back. She murmured again, and opened her eyes. He smiled at her. "Morning Liv!" She groaned. "Has it been an hour already?" "Afraid so." She rolled onto her back and stretched. Her shirt rose higher than before. Elliot forced his eyes away, mumbling, "Damn shirt." "What'd you say El?" "Nothing Liv, nothing." He stood. "Come on, I'll fix you some coffee." He offered his hand, and she took his help up. He started to walk towards the door. "Oh," he said, pausing and turning back towards her. "Do me a favor?" he asked. She raised her eyebrows, confused. He stepped closer to her, so that they were almost touching. "Don't ever wear that shirt again." "What?" she asked, totally confused. "It's too distracting," he answered, reaching around her and lightly running his fingers along her waist, feeling her bare skin. Olivia realized what he meant, and blushed. Elliot smiled at her, and left to go downstairs. She stared after him as a thought came to her. There was a twinkle in her eye when she caught up to him in the squad room.
