Author's Note: Okay, so I have never attempted songfics before, so this is a new one for me. While listening to some old country songs tonight I had an idea for a pair of one shot EO songfics that I thought would be really cute. This is a two part story; told once from her side and then from his. I hope you like them! (The links for the youtube videos are listed below.) If the storyline is hard to follow or you have never heard the songs before, you should look them up! They are by country music greats the late Keith Whitley and Lorrie Morgan (who just happened to have been his wife, although the songs do not actually have anything to do with each other.) Thanks for checking it out, please remember to review!
~ Detective Olivia Stabler ~
"Out Of Your Shoes" by: Lorrie Morgan
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"Ten Feet Away" by: Keith Whitley
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Out Of Your Shoes
(An Elliot/Olivia Songfic)
It was going to be a much needed girls night out. Just Olivia and her best girlfriend Casey out for a night on the town to forget all the stresses of life. Casey had just gotten over a bad break up and Olivia hadn't dated anyone in quite a while.
"I don't have anything to wear," Casey said.
Olivia laughed as she sifted through the outfits in her dear friends closet.
"Casey, you have more clothes than Macy's. Just pick something."
"That is easy for you to say. You look gorgeous. In that sexy little black dress. With your perfect boobs and perfect smile. You are so hot."
"Thanks," Olivia said wrinkling her brow, "I think. What about this? It's cute."
Casey made a growling sound and shook her head.
"Ooh, I love this," Olivia said holding up a sexy black and white dress with tiny spaghetti straps crossed in the back.
"I wore that to a benefit a couple of weeks ago."
"It still has the tags on it," Olivia replied.
"Oh, it must have been one of the other black and white dresses that I wore," Casey replied shrugging her shoulders and taking a sip from her wine glass.
"You paid eight hundred dollars for this?"
"It was a steal! It was on sale. That is a two thousand designer dress!"
"It is beautiful," Olivia replied holding the dress up against her as she stared at her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door.
She shifted her eyes to look at her friend behind her as a large smile crossed Casey's face.
"You know….?"
"What are you up to?" Olivia asked half afraid of the plan Casey was about to reveal.
"You should wear it."
"Me? I already have a dress, remember? We are supposed to be dressing you."
"You wear this and…."
"And what will you wear?"
"I could borrow your amazing little black dress," She said with a smile. "Of course I don't have the amazing rack to fill it up," she thought aloud. "Please?" Casey begged wrapping her arms around her best friend to hug her.
"I don't know. I love your dress. But this one is my favorite. It is my little black dress. You know? The one outfit in the world that always makes me feel sexy and confident."
Casey smiled.
"You do look beautiful in it. But you look beautiful in anything. I'll tell you what, if you let me borrow your little black dress….you can have my brand new black and white dress. Never even been worn."
Olivia stared at her reflection and how the black dress seemed as if it were made just for her body. No other dress had ever made her feel the way she felt when she wore this dress.
"Please?" Casey asked again handing Olivia a glass of wine. "I just got dumped. I could really stand to feel a little sexy and confident for one night."
"Alright," Olivia agreed tossing the black and white dress across Casey's bed. "Unzip me."
A few minutes later they stood at the kitchen counter as Casey poured them each a shot of tequila.
"What is this?" Olivia laughed.
"Let's make a pact."
"A pact?"
"Yes, a tequila pact. That you and I are going to find a couple of amazing men tonight. Because we are two damn fine looking women and we both stand to get a little action."
"Casey?" Olivia laughed as she over filled the shot glass and it poured over Olivia's hand.
"Seriously, when was the last time you spent an amazing night of passion and sweaty hot sex with a complete stranger?"
"I don't guess I ever have."
"Then tonight is the night, girl. Here," Casey said digging around in her purse and handing Olivia a couple of condoms.
"Oh my God! You are serious?"
"I don't joke about sex."
"And I don't have one night stands."
"Relax. I am not asking you to marry the guy. Just go out tonight and flirt your ass off. You have pepper spray and cab money, now with these you are good to go. Trust me, it isn't as scary as it seems. And you, my friend, need to get laid."
"I do?"
"Yes, you do. We both do. So here is to finding Mr. Right," Casey said holding up her shot glass as Olivia raised hers and they drank the potent liquid. "Right for tonight anyway."
"I think you are corrupting me," Olivia laughed as she sat the empty shot glass on the counter.
"You have been the good girl for way too long. Tonight is about letting loose and having fun. Loosen up a little. Okay, quick check. How do I look?" Casey asked fluffing her hair and turning around in a circle.
"Incredible."
"Really?" she asked with a smile.
"Really."
"And the girls?" she asked as she pushed together her breasts to shoe more cleavage.
Olivia laughed.
"You look sexy."
"Thanks, doll. So do you," she replied with a wink as Olivia pressed her lips together and combed her fingers through her long hair.
"And we're off!" Casey announced as she held open the apartment door for her friend and they headed for the elevator.
You borrowed my favorite dress
I borrowed your best perfume
We're looking good I guess
We've turned every head in the room
They stood at the bar waiting as the many pairs of roaming eyes looked them over.
"This is awkward," Olivia said softly as she ordered another glass of wine.
"What, men checking you out?"
"That. And the fact that Elliot is here."
"Where?" Casey said spinning around to see the blue eyed detective sitting at the other end of the bar talking to some other guys.
"Don't stare."
"I'm not staring. Besides, he is single now and that makes him fair game."
"Casey, he is Elliot."
"He is. Please, don't pretend you never noticed his sexy blue eyes and that amazing ass."
"Casey, this is my partner you are talking about."
"Yes. And I have had this sick fantasy about him and those handcuffs for years. Come on, he is freakin' hot and if you are not going for it I will."
"Elliot and I just aren't like that."
"Just because you haven't been doesn't mean you can't be. His friend is cute too. Do you know him?"
Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear and turned to look at the men. As she did, Elliot looked over at her and smiled as their eyes met.
"No, I don't know him."
"He totally just checked you out."
"The friend did?"
"No, your partner did."
Olivia smiled.
"He was just being friendly."
"Yeah, in a I want to get into your pants kind of way."
"He isn't like that."
"You're right. It was more of an I want to get you out of that dress, kind of way."
"I think it was more of a hello, I didn't realize you were here kind of way. I feel like a fool."
"Well smile fool, 'cause here they come."
"Ladies," Elliot said with a nod as he approached the place where they sat on barstools.
"Elliot," Casey said looking him over. "Lookin' good tonight. Who's your friend?"
"This is Mark. My cousin, he was stuck in town on a layover and I convinced him to spend the weekend. Mark, this is Casey and Olivia. We all work together."
"Elliot is supposed to show me a good time," the man said smiling at Olivia.
"It's nice to meet you Mark," Olivia said with a smile.
She couldn't help but notice that Mark had the same Irish good looks as his cousin and the Stabler blue eyes. The two men could have passed for brothers.
"You never told me you had a cousin," she said looking at Elliot as Mark checked out Casey. "Then again you don't talk much about your family. Aside from Kathy and the kids, I mean."
"Our dads were brothers. We were close when we were kids, but Mark and I have not seen each other in a while."
"Can we buy you ladies some drinks?" Mark asked. "What are you drinking?"
"White wine, please," Olivia said with a smile.
"A beer and a shot of tequila," Casey said smiling back at Elliot. "We should get a table," she suggested as she placed her hand on his forearm. "So we can have a place to talk."
"Sure," Elliot said holding Casey's beer bottle as she took the shot and sat the empty glass back on the bar. "Come on," Casey said with a smile as she twisted his tie in her finger tips and lead him toward a corner table.
Elliot looked back over his shoulder at his partner as if asking her approval and she just smiled a soft smile at him.
Olivia stood up straight as she felt Marks hand in the small of her back. He didn't mean her any harm, she knew that. It always made her feel important when Elliot lead her into a room this way, but now, when Mark did it….it just sort of felt strange.
"So Mark, where are you from?" she asked turning to face him to break his hold on her.
"Seattle. But I travel a lot with the firm I work for."
"You're a lawyer?" she asked falling back to walk beside him as they talked.
"No, actually, I am a computer software engineer."
"Oh," she said pretending to be interested.
"Our company just signed a big deal with Dell computers. One of our new finance programs is going to come standard on next years new models."
"Wow, that is a pretty big deal, right?"
"It is. What do you do?"
"I am a Detective with the NYPD," she said with a smile. "I figured Elliot had already told you that."
"Oh, well, when he said you worked together I didn't realize he meant you were a cop."
Olivia forced a smile.
"I am. For about fifteen years now. Elliot is actually my partner."
"Oh," Mark said and she could tell he was trying to think of something intelligent to say to impress her. "You're too pretty to be a cop," he said leaning in and smiling at her.
Strike one! Olivia thought to herself.
"Well, thank you."
She was losing interest fast.
"Is your friend a cop, too?"
"Casey? Oh, no. She is the Assistant District Attorney. She tries all of the cases for the criminals we arrest."
"Ahh.," he said stepping aside for her to slide into the booth and sit beside Casey.
Olivia crossed her legs and took a sip from her wine glass. She pretended to listen as Mark told her more about some of the amazing deals he made at work. Meanwhile, she couldn't help but stare at Casey and Elliot.
They sat for nearly an hour talking and it was obvious that Elliot was beginning to warm up to Casey. Olivia watched helplessly as the man she'd had a secret crush on for years, now flirted with her best friend. Casey did look incredibly beautiful tonight.
But the best thing I've ever seen
Is looking at you
And girl I'd give anything
To be in your shoes
Olivia exhaled and twisted her cocktail napkin in her fingers as she picked up her wine glass and finished off her drink. She sat the empty glass on the table in front of her as Mark still rambled on, about what….she wasn't even sure. It seemed she was the only one at this table who wasn't having a good time tonight. And for the first time….ever, Olivia actually found herself feeling a little bit jealous of Casey.
"I'll get you another drink," Mark said standing from the table.
"Actually, if you will excuse me, I'm gonna head to the ladies room."
"We'll be here," Mark said and winked as she walked away.
Olivia opened the bathroom door and walked past three or four women as they stood at the counter fixing their hair and makeup. She walked to the back of the room and stared at herself in the mirror for a moment wondering exactly what Casey had that she didn't.
She pressed her lips together as she looked over herself inch by inch, she looked good. No, she looked hot. And any man here tonight would be lucky to be in her company. But for some reason, the only one man she really wanted to pay attention to her didn't even seem to notice.
She exhaled softly as she stepped into the handicapped stall. She tore a bit of tissue off the roll as she began to feel tears rising in her eyes. Feeling a little sorry for herself, she leaned against the wall and slid down to sit in the floor. All of the images running through her head, she could just see exactly what was about to go down.
'Cause I'd love to be out of your shoes tonight
To be the one
Turning him on
When he turns out the light
Under your skin
Lyin' with him
When he holds you tight
I'd love to be
Out of your shoes tonight
Several minutes later, she pulled herself up and dusted herself off as she stumbled out of the bathroom stall. If Casey and Elliot wanted to be together there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. They were two consenting adults. Adults with needs and if they were going to be the ones to fulfill each other's needs, Olivia was just going to have to get over it.
Like Casey said before, it wasn't like she was looking for someone to marry. This was a one night stand. And the best part about a one night stand is that when it is all over in the morning, you just get up and walk away. Unless, it ended up being more and they didn't walk away.
She pulled a compact from her purse and applied a fresh layer of powder to cover the tear stains on her face. She re-applied her lipstick and stared into her own eyes in the mirror.
Mark wasn't that bad, she thought to herself. He was a nice guy, with a good job. He was the kind who pulled out chairs and ordered drinks for a lady. That was nice. He was polite and he had good manners. Mark was even attractive and had many of the features she liked about Elliot. But the one flaw he did have was a BIG one….he wasn't Elliot.
"It's just one night," she mumbled to herself as she stared into the mirror. "In a couple of days none of this will even matter."
Olivia composed herself and made her way back out into the bar. As she walked toward their table, she noticed that Mark was no longer sitting there. Now it was just Elliot and Casey alone at the table.
She watched for a moment as they talked. Casey must have said something that he found interesting, because Elliot slid closer to her and leaned in to whisper something to her.
Olivia felt her heart sink in her chest as she watched the two of them together. This was her own fault. Casey had always teased Olivia, saying she was in love with Elliot. Liv, of course, denied it and it had just become a game between them. If Casey had thought in a million years that Olivia was actually in love with him, she would never be sitting there with him like this. And if Olivia had known before now that she was actually in love with him, she would have made it clear to Casey that she was infact interested in Elliot.
She watched as Elliot flagged the waitress and ordered them some more drinks. She turned and looked around the room for Mark, but didn't see him anywhere. Feeling more than a little humiliated and depressed by the situation, she took a seat alone at the bar and ordered herself another glass of wine as she watched the new couple. It wasn't long before they were sharing a first kiss. Olivia had never been more jealous of any woman in her life.
He'll buy you some fine champagne
And say things I'd love to hear
My loss will be your gain
And the rest of the picture is clear
I see him taking you home
And closing the door
Then I see my favorite dress
Fall to the floor
Three glasses of wine later, it was obvious Mark had ditched her. Olivia stood and paid for her drinks, she couldn't watch this anymore and had decided to go home. As she made her way to the table to excuse herself for the evening, she watched the couple stand up from the booth. Casey wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck and smiled as she kissed him. She twisted his tie once more and lead him toward the exit.
Oh I'd love to be out of your shoes tonight
To be the one
Turning him on
When he turns out the light
Under your skin
Lyin' with him
When he holds you tight
I'd love to be out of your shoes tonight
I'd love to be out of your shoes tonight
Olivia felt her bottom lip quiver as she sat down for a moment in the empty booth. Suddenly she felt as if she might need another drink. She looked up and attempted to flag the waitress, but the woman seemed to ignore her.
Just then her phone began to vibrate against the table. She picked it up to read the message Casey had sent to her moments before.
Got lucky and I'm heading to his place for the night. I'll call you later and tell you all about it! Have fun and be safe! Love, Case.
She dropped the phone on the table and just sat there for a moment, still barely able to believe she had just stood there and let this happen. She picked up her phone once more and dialed the number for a local Taxi service.
"Fifteen minutes for a cab?" she repeated to the woman on the phone. "No, I'll wait. Just have the driver call me at this number when he is outside. Thank you."
She hung up the phone and slid down in the booth a bit, still feeling sorry for herself.
"Can I buy you a drink?" a man's voice asked from behind her.
"No thank you, I am waiting for my friends," she lied as she turned to see him standing there holding a glass of white wine in one hand and a beer in the other. "Elliot?" she asked in disbelief smiling as a tear slid down her cheek.
"The one and only."
"I thought you…." she paused as she turned and looked back toward the door. "You didn't leave with Casey?"
"No," he replied sitting the glass of wine down in front of her as he slid into the booth.
"But I saw you with her."
"I was talking to her, but things were moving a little too fast for me. I stepped outside to take a phone call just after you left the table. When I came back in, Mark and Casey were kissing. So I just took a seat at the bar and ordered another beer."
Olivia smiled.
"I…Uhh, I'm sorry that things didn't work out for you."
"I'm not," he said as he smiled at her.
"No?"
"No. I like Casey, as a friend. But I am just not attracted to her. She was up for just a one night thing, but I can't do that with her."
"No?" Olivia asked and she couldn't help but smile.
"No. Because I like someone else," he said staring deep into her eyes.
"You do?"
Elliot smiled as she took a drink of her wine.
"Yes, I do. And I realized tonight, that I have liked her for quite some while now."
"Really?"
"Really. I guess seeing her with another man was just enough to make me see what was right in front of me all of this time. I'm crazy about you, Liv. And the whole time Casey was talking to me, all I could think about was you."
"Really?" she asked with a giddy girlish smile.
"And thinking of all of the bad things I would do to Mark if he disrespected you or hurt you. Kicking myself for not saying something sooner. I am sorry he left you. I'll beat him up if you want."
Olivia smiled and laughed.
"El," she said as she shook her head, "I didn't like Mark either."
"No?"
"No. The whole time I was talking to him I was only thinking one thing."
"What was that?"
"How badly I wanted to be where Casey was."
Elliot smiled as he stared into her eyes.
"Liv?"
"Yes?"
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.
Olivia smiled as she nodded.
"Yes," she whispered as he raised one hand to cup her cheek.
With the other hand he tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear and traced her lips and chin with his thumb. Olivia scooted in closer to him as Elliot leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. It was slow and beautiful and magical. It was the most amazing first kiss ever. And when it had ended, Olivia sat there for just a moment with her eyes still closed.
When she opened her eyes he smiled at her. She reached forward to straighten his tie and Elliot placed his hand over the top of hers. He lowered it to hold it against his corn flower blue button down shirt and she could feel his heart pounding inside his chest.
Olivia smiled as she leaned forward and kissed him again. Before she knew it they were slid in against each other, Elliot's hand was on her knee and they were kissing passionately.
Elliot broke their embrace as her phone began to vibrate against the table once more.
"Is that Casey?" he asked.
"No," she replied, "it's my cab."
She looked at him for a moment, then answered and told the driver she was on her way out.
"I had a great time tonight," he said as he smiled at her.
"So did I."
"Can I see you again?"
Olivia thought about it for a moment as they stood up from the booth.
"You can," she said softly as she studied the look in his eyes, "or you could take me home."
"Home?"
"We can share a cab," she said as he stared into her eyes and traced his thumb over the fullness of her ruby lips once more.
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all," she said with a smile.
"Alright," Elliot said placing his hand in the small of her back and leading her from the room.
At Olivia's apartment he stepped out and held the door for her.
"I'll walk you up," Elliot said.
"You should come up."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, if you want to?"
Elliot smiled.
"I want to," he said reaching through the front window to pay the driver.
He locked his fingers in Olivia's and held her hand as they walked up the front stairs and into the elevator. Inside the apartment the trail of clothing started as soon as the door had closed behind them.
Elliot's tie and blue shirt were scattered down the hallway with one of Olivia's Jimmy Choo heels. Elliot laid her back across the bed as he laid down beside her. He kissed her tenderly as he smoothed his hands up her thighs to pull off her stockings. He kissed around the side of her neck and nibbled at her earlobe as she raised up on the bed allowing him to remove her white satin and lace panties. This was really going to happen.
Elliot backed up off the bed as she sat up in front of him. She stood to kiss him as her hands made their way down to unbuckle his belt. They kissed passionately and Olivia stared into his eyes as she dropped his pants into the floor beside her bed.
"Sit," she whispered as she turned him and pushed him gently down onto the bed.
Elliot smiled up at her with his blue eyes glowing as she reached behind her to the zipper. Moments later Elliot watched as Casey's dress fell to the floor and the most beautiful woman he had ever known, crawled into bed beside him.
He kissed her tenderly and held her so tight as they made love. The sex was incredible and neither of them had ever felt this way before. When they had finished, he held her against him for a little while. Olivia yawned as she tucked the sheet around her and settled in against him once more.
"I've never done this," Elliot said softly as he kissed the top of her head.
"Neither have I," she said looking up at him.
"Should I go?"
"Do you want to go?"
"No," Elliot replied as he shook his head.
"Then stay," she whispered as she kissed him again.
"Yeah?" he asked softly.
"Yeah," she whispered with a smile.
Elliot raised his arm as she settled in against him once more. He closed his arms around her and just focused on the rise and fall of her breathing.
"What happens next?" he asked unable to take the silence.
"We sleep. Other than that I don't really know. What do you want?"
Elliot raised her chin and kissed her tenderly.
"I want to see you again. I want to take you on a real date."
Olivia smiled and laughed against his chest.
"It was just sex, El."
"Incredible sex."
"It was incredible sex. And I am pretty sure seeing each other again is against the rules of a one night stand. But like I said, I have never really done this before."
"Then why start now?" Elliot asked.
"What?"
"You asked me what I want. I want to see you again. I want to date you and be a real couple. I want to give this a real shot. I want a relationship with you. And I want to spend a very long time making love to you. I know this has all happened kind of fast, but I think we really have something here. Something real. This is more than just sex. For me anyway."
Olivia was quiet for a moment, then she smiled.
"It is for me, too. And I am willing to give it a real shot if you are."
"You always have kind of been my girl. Now it's official. You know, it's funny, I have never really been jealous of another man in my life. Not until tonight."
"You were jealous?"
"Yeah when I thought Mark was gonna try to get you back to his hotel room. At first I wasn't really sure how to feel about it. I just knew that he'd better treat you right. But when I saw him talking with you and scooting in closer and putting the moves on you, that was the first time I really wished I could trade places with another man."
"In a way you did," she said with a smile. "But I never would have gone home with Mark."
"No?"
"No. We just didn't really have any chemistry and he was a sorry substitute for the Stabler I really wanted."
Elliot closed his arms tighter around her and kissed her tenderly.
"The Stabler you got," he whispered as he kissed the tip of her nose.