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Part 1
She woke at six, after an unusually uninterrupted night's sleep, in a surprisingly good mood. After the full case load of last week, this week's promised to be equally trying, but the impending doom was lessened by an unearthly peaceful weekend. She hadn't talked to Elliot since Friday, but instinctively knew that, like her, he had spent the weekend enjoying the peace and quiet alone in his apartment two floors above hers.
She smiled as she rolled out of bed, laughing to herself because her partner was close to the first thing she thought of in the morning. Since his divorce was finalized two months ago, they had grown just about as close as two people could be. Well, almost as close.
Olivia stripped as she walked into her bathroom and stepped under the heavy pelt of the shower spray. This morning, she didn't linger quite as long as usual, not needing the extra pick-me-up she usually did to wake up in the morning. After washing quickly, and letting the conditioner sit for a minute or two in her hair, she rinsed and reached for a towel.
Elliot knocked repeatedly on Olivia's door, with no response. While yes, he realized it was only around 6:20, what could she possibly be doing that she didn't hear him pounding? He gave the door a break and fumbled the key she had given him forever ago from his pocket. He twisted the lock and poked his head around the door. With no sigh of Olivia, he stepped in, closing and locking the door behind him. He could hear faint humming coming from the direction of the bed and bathroom down the hall.
He moved toward the open bathroom door and slowly made out Olivia's form in the steamy mirror over the sink. Her lithe form was covered in a barely there purple bath towel and her ass shook softly, to what must be, internal rhythms. He admired the very bottom of her soft ass cheeks peeking from under the hem of the towel, as she waved a blow-dryer over her head using the brush she was holding for a microphone.
He couldn't help but smile as he covertly watched from just around the doorjamb. It was hard to imagine his tough as nails, ball busting partner, singing in the shower, let alone the mirror. He gazed at her form a moment longer as she alternated between swaying and raising her arms above her head to curl and the dry the ends of her hair. He grinned that famous Stabler grin and choose that position to make his appearance, leaning on the doorjamb.
Olivia raised her hands once again to curl the very tips of her hair. She looked up into the now fog free mirror and jumped what she thought had to be a mile high, when she saw her partner, arms crossed across his deliciously muscled chest, a huge grin on his face. When she jumped, the fold between her breasts slipped free and with her hands full and arms raised, she failed to catch the offending object.