A/N: The next chapter will be longer :) They belong to Dick Wolf! Please leave a review!
Elliot ushered for Liv to sit down on the couch, despite the fact that she was still soaking wet. Neither one of them seemed to notice though as the anticipation of what Elliot had found during the time Liv was gone was about to be revealed. Elliot got down on his hands and knees and reached his hand blindly under the couch, groping for something. A moment later he pulled out a long, thin box labeled Horse Monopoly. Elliot looked up at Liv with a dumb ass grin on his face, and she surprised herself when she grinned back.
"I thought maybe we could play a few rounds." Elliot suggested to her, a slight blush appearing at his neck that drove Olivia absolutely insane. "I really don't know anything about horses..." He admitted shyly. Liv laughed.
"Neither do I, so I don't think we'll be much help to each other." She told him. Somehow the one hand that wasn't supporting the Monopoly box had found it's way to the wet hem of Liv's shirt. He toyed with it, mesmerized by the soft, damp fabric that belonged to the sexiest woman that probably ever walked the earth. Liv had to force herself not to let out the small groan forming from deep inside her throat.
"I think you should change into something dry." Elliot told her out of the blue, clearly realizing how close things had come. Olivia snapped out of it too, and nodded. She headed silently up the stairs, ashamed to look back at him. Ashamed for wanting to seduce him.
While Liv was getting dressed, Elliot proceeded to set up the Monopoly board. He instantly chose the cowboy boot because of the way he could really kick ass. He laughed at himself for the lack of creativity in his choice, but knew it didn't matter that much. Unless Liv wanted the cowboy boot. Then it mattered a lot. A few moments after he had delt the proper amount of cash to him and Liv, she came clomping down the stairs. Elliot's mouth literally fell open. Liv had on navy blue shorts, with bright orage SVU printed across the ass. The shorts barely covered up those long, tan, beautiful legs that he'd secretly drooled over everyday. Most guys did though. On her chest, she was wearing a white, thin tank top. He could clearly see her black, lace bra underneath it, and she even seemed a little embarrassed by the revealingness of her outfit.
"I sorta packed for a vacation, not a hurricane." Liv admitted to him, her voice sounding small. Elliot could just nod and let his eyes continue roaming over her delicious body. He noticed she was shivering and had her tan arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.
"You okay?" Elliot asked her with concern. She looked completely freezing as a matter of fact.
"Are there any blankets? It has to be at least forty or so degrees in here." She said and he heard her teeth clatter together violently. Elliot nodded hurriedly and took her cool arm in his. He gently sat her down on the couch and proceeded to dig out a blanket from the closet in the hallway.
When he returned he was startled to see she was curled up in a ball, shuddering altogether. Elliot wrapped the soft warmth of the brown blanket around her shoulders and felt her melt into him, even though it separated their actual bodies. He rubbed his arms up and down her's, hoping the friction would cause some improvement.
"You know, El," Liv said between teether chatters, "body heat helps a whole fucking lot." Elliot took this as an invitation to get under the blanket with her. He did. Her freezing cold feet shocked him at first, and Liv felt him tense up beside her.
"Can I hold you?" He asked slightly nervous that she would deny him, even though she needed the warmth. She just nodded eagerly. Elliot wrapped his strong arms around her and pressed his hips against her's. The way her firm ass pressed against his dick, made him hard, and he hoped to god that she wouldn't realize it. She didn't or at least didn't show it. They lay like that for a few minutes wrapped in each other's arms. Both of their breathing had become unsteady at one point or another, knowing someone so fucking perfect was pressed against them. It was nerve racking.
"I need wine." Liv finally said sounding exhausted. Elliot smiled into her soft warm hair.
"I'll go get us some." He said, climbing out from behind her, where he held her. It made him sad, having to leave such a special place. Having to leave the place where he had gotten the closet he had to his partner in years. He came back with two extremely full glasses and was happy to see Liv was sitting up. She was twidling the saddle Monopoly piece in her hand, allowing it to tease him slightly wishing it were his fingers intertwined within her's.
"Thanks." Liv said gratefully taking the wine from his hands and not hesitating to take a sip. Elliot sat down beside her, not wanting to move to far in case she got cold again.
"Who's first?" Elliot asked allowed. Liv ushered towards him as she continued to sip her wine.
"You can go first, only if I can make a few rules up." A hint of playfulness was dosed in Liv's voice and it made Elliot shiver. He nodded, slightly reluctant. Hopefully the rules were that every time they rolled they would have to strip a piece of their clothing off. Sadly that wasn't going to be the case.
"Every time we roll," Elliot's hopes soared up when he heard the first bit, "we ask each other a question. It can be as personal or intimate as we want, and you have to answer." At the last part he was slightly disappointed, but it didn't sound too bad.
"Okay." Elliot said smiling, more excitement running through him now that the game was getting interesting. He rolled the die in his hands and let them spill across the board. A three and a five. Elliot moved his piece and landed on a proper looking horse.
"Not to shabby." Liv said chuckling to herself. "Okay, I have my question." She announced and playful smirk toying at her lips.
"Fire away detective." Elliot told her equally as fun.
"Okay, what is your craziest sexual fantasy?" Liv burst out laughing as soon as she said it and Elliot gave her a look of complete surprise and disbelief.
"Liv! That's crazy!" Elliot exclaimed at his hysterical partner. Liv managed to catch her breath enough to continue to conversation.
"I told you they were going to be personal!" Liv said and Elliot knew that he should've taken her warning more seriously. He sighed. "Come on, answer up." Liv teased him with her choclatey voice.
"Fine. I guess my craziest sexual fantasy would have to be saving my lover from a bunch of sharks and making love in the middle of the ocean on a boat." Elliot admitted sheeplessly. Olivia was nodding in approval, slightly happy he said 'lover' instead of Kathy.
"Interesting." She told him suddenly feeling a whole lot more open about her personal life. He sure as hell didn't seem to mind to much. "My turn." Elliot handed her the dice and she swished them around in her hands a few times before letting them clatter onto the board.
"A three and a three." Liv looked at the die. Six obviously wasn't the greatest number ever at this point, especially since she rolled snake eyes. This gave Elliot an extra turn to interrogate her, but this also gave her the chance to win. She tried to convince herself that's what this was about. Winning the game. Much to her unliking the sad truth was she just loved being this close to Elliot. Being able to question him without reason was one of the best feelings in the world, and she hoped this game would travel long into the night.
"A quarter horse." Elliot read off from the board. "Only three hundred bucks. I'd sure as hell take that chance." He winked at her and she nudged him gently.
"What's your question?" She asked him, deciding to wait before she bought any horses. Elliot just chuckled eviley and Liv could see the glint in his eyes electric eyes, obviously expressing revenge. She groaned and leaned back against the couch, not being able to take the anticipation of the unknown question anymore.
"Okay," Elliot said finally looking right at her, closer than really necessary, "have you ever slept with a woman?" The question actually caught Olivia by surprise. He was pleased when he saw her cheeks turn bright red.
"That is such a piggish question, Elliot." Liv told him quietly, lowering her eyes to hide her burning face. Elliot shifted closer to her.
"It'd only be piggish if it were true." He pointed out to her, his voice barely above a whisper. Liv let a slightly frustrated moan escape from her lips, which turned him on, a lot. The wind whipped around the house and they felt it almost shift under the pressure of the storm.
"Are there any candles?" Liv asked nervously, trying to avoid the question. Elliot, unfortunatly, detected this and his smirked that he'd won the battle of making her extremely uncomfortable.
"Don't avoid the question, Liv." Elliot told her. She felt his warm breath tickle her neck as he leaned in even closer, putting the pressure on her. This was probably the biggest tatic that they used on guilty perps. Sadly, it was working a little to well on her. Elliot didn't need to wait for her to answer. He saw the way she was tensing up and he wanted her out of her comfort zone, not scared like this. He pulled away in the slightest letting her breathe. "With who?" He asked her curiosity got the best of him. The thought of Liv with another woman was hot beyond his dreams. He saw her smirk.
"That counts as two questions." She reminded him. Elliot nodded and ushered to the two threes still laying on the table.
"You can role after." He suggested to her. She just sighed.
"Fine, well, it was in college. I didn't actually have sex per se with her, things just got hot and heavy in the moment. I stopped as soon as my sober mind came into play." She babbled to him, while he waited patiently for her to finish her question. "It was Casey Novak. We met at this party and we both had so much to drink." Liv muttered at last, finally. All they heard was the uncomfortable silence between them and the wind violently whipping against the house.
"Wow." Elliot mustered, his voice cracking lightly. Liv tried to hide amused smile she had on. "Is it bad that I find that incredibly sexy?" He asked surprising both of them by his eagerness to admit his liking for that kinda shit.
"I think that should be normal enough." Liv laughed. "My turn to ask you!" The die lay forgotten on the board along with the rest of the pieces. "Would you rather be somewhere else then here?" Elliot thought for a moment. Truth was he really didn't want to be anywhere else then holding Liv, but that was a bit far away at the moment.
"To be honest, I would not." Elliot told her truthfully. Liv grinned. Boy, someone like Elliot could sure make you feel good. Or perhaps he just didn't have anywhere better to be then playing a fucking truth game with his partner in the pitch blackness of an abandonded shore house.
"Before you go on to ask me my lovely question, can we actually please light some candles?" Liv asked him. He nodded still smiling from the previous question she'd asked him. They stood up simultaniously, but Liv stumbled a bit. Some of that wine must be getting to her head by now. Before Liv could fall backwards and potetioally hurt herself, Elliot grabbed her waist, steadying her. He pulled her against him in an involuntarily protective cradle, his dick pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.
"Happy to see me?" Liv asked him with a cocky grin, noticing him erection this time. They kept their bodies closely bound together for a few seconds more before Liv broke away. She walked into the kitchen, hunting for some candles. All Elliot could do was stand there like a fucking idiot and pretend not to goggle at the way her ass looked. It was perfect. After what seemed like three brief short seconds, Liv returned with two big, white candles. Soon enough they were both lit with shadows of both of their bodies dancing across the walls like a movie. Liv plopped back down on the couch and giggled. "Come on, it's your turn." Elliot sat down beside her, still a little shocked at the words she just recently spoke to him.
"Would you ever have sex with me?" The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Oh my god. What had he just done? First of all, that went far beyond inappropriate concerning the fact that they were professional, mature adults, not exactly intimate. Of course so was his rock hard penis trapped in his pants, but he could just deny that part and say he had a big dick. Second of all you just don't ask people to have sex. Having sex with Kathy always just came, as that was what married couples do. Liv was a whole other story.
"Yeah." Liv replied the words with confidence, not a trace of reluctance in her voice. All her heard seemed like pure bliss, it made his heart hum with butterflies. She leaned in, her breath blowing against his cheek. "I'd love you right now if you'd let me." Elliot felt a shiver run down his body. Her hand was on his thigh, inches away from the most sensitive part of him. She was teasing him and they both knew it. Elliot wanted to beg her to go on, but his breathing became uneven and fast, not allowing him to form words properly.
"Liv." He moaned her name as the urgency to kiss her, to make her his, increased. She leaned farther towards his face and let her passionate eyes search his. Elliot closed the the centimeter that was between them and felt his whole heart light up like a christmas tree. Her lips were soft and beautiful, perfect. The kiss was barely a brush of their lips, but it had so much affect on both of them. Being so close to someone you wanted, but could never have was the most amazing feeling in the world. Like you came over some evil obstacle in your life that was holding you back from finding love.
"Will you let me love you?" Liv purred seductively. As incredibly and inhumanly hot as Elliot found this, a small once of concern gnawed at his brain. She was drunk. She wasn't in her right mind to make the decision to have sex with him, but then again most people ocassionally did get drunk and have a fucking party. Elliot wasn't drunk though because he'd hardly touched his wine. If he wanted to make love to Olivia and make her feel good, he wanted her to consent to it, not the wine. She made advances at his sweatpants, tugging at the grey soft fabric that held something she had been longing to touch for so long. Thats were he drew the line.
"Liv," he said firmly, pushing her away gently, not wanting to offend her, "stop." She obliged, but looked at him with an hurt and confused look on her face.
"What?" Liv asked, hurt filling her voice. Elliot took her hand that had been roaming around his pants into his and held it tightly.
"We can't do this." He'd meant for his voice to come out stronger and with more firmness then the unconvincing squeak that he let out. Olivia's hurt and sadness changed to anger faster then he thought possible. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red and her eyes narrowed at him. It felt like she was burning a hole into his head.
"Fine." She said without further explanation. Climbing off the couch, she felt like flipping his the bird, but knew that proabably wasn't the best idea. Elliot quickly got off the couch after her, wanting to explain his actions.
"Liv," He said following her rigid body into the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of lukewarm water she'd bought at the store. "Your drunk, I don't wan-" He started, but she cut him off fury eloping her voice.
"I get it Elliot! I don't fucking care that your fucking catholic and can't let yourself love another woman! But for God's sakes you already got a divorce, you don't need to spare another rule break." She glared at him, and the realization of what she was accusing him of hit El. Thats when he got angry.
"You think this is about me being catholic?" He questioned her one more time so he was sure he wasn't hearing her wrong. Olivia unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.
"Thats what it fucking looks like." She muttered as she brushed past him, taking a sip of the water as she went. Elliot stared at the wall a moment before trailing behind her, anger surging through his veins.
"Well it's not!" He basically screamed at her. Liv stood tapping her foot angrily on the floor, her arms crossed over her chest protectivly.
"Then what is it? Do you hate me that fucking much?" Olivia snarked at him. Elliot looked at her with confusion now. Hating her? He would never say anything about hating her! She was annoying at times, sure, but so was he and they accepted that about other. Elliot wanted to hug her, to tell her he loved her so fucking much. He wanted to make sure that she was safe with him and not somewhere in her brain telling herself these lies.
"Why would I hate you, Olivia? Your fucking drunk! I don't want you to regret having sex with me!" Elliot yelled. Olivia sighed, her nostrils flaring out.
"What, you think I can't make good decions when I'm drunk without fucking up?" She snarled at him, furious at herself for actually wanting him inside of her. "Wow. Your a fucking prick." With that last word she turned on her heel and stormed up the stairs. Elliot would have followed if it weren't for the ear splitting bang of the door slamming shut. He didn't want that to happen to his head, so he decided to a wait a while.
As he seated himself on the couch staring at the lifeless game board that they had just recently joked over. How fast the mood had changed. It hurt him to know that tomorrow morning, Liv probably would grimace at the thought of sleeping with him. It made him sick that he almost took advantage of her like that. He vowed himself never to do it again.