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Olivia and Elliot
Chapter 3
Olivia stood nervously in front of Elliot, a constant diatribe of Casey's words ringing in her ears.
"Liv?" Elliot said softly. She looked absolutely adorable standing in front of him, cheeks flushed pink, biting into her lower lip. Elliot's grip on her waist tightened and his hand curved pulling her just a little bit closer.
"Uh, umm..." Olivia said stumbling over her words. She stepped to the side to walk around Elliot and hopefully stop looking like a total incoherent ass but unfortunately he had a similar idea.
Elliot caught Olivia by the waist as she stumbled, causing her to rub unintentionally against the front of him. Elliot groaned inwardly, torn between hauling her up against his body and keeping her at arms length away from the raging hard on he had.
Olivia brushed against him feeling something. Oh my God, shit was that him? Olivia stepped back quickly flustered. She was scared to death if she got any closer she would press herself to him and never stop. Don't look down, she told herself repeatedly.
"Liv," Elliot said even softer. His hands on her waist moved caressingly over her clothed clad hips. "Olivia,"
God. When did his voice get that low, that sexy?
Nick's voice interrupted them. "Hey, what are you guys doing standing over there in the dark?" he asked curiously.
Elliot wanted to kill him right there at that moment, seriously.
"Nothing," Olivia said softly. She turned around quickly grabbing the two beers from the counter. "Getting drinks,"
Nick walked over. "Great minds think alike," He gave Elliot a friendly shoulder shove.
Elliot wanted to shove him right into the floor but pasted a smile on his face. "Yeah, Amaro,"
Olivia stepped away and hustled back to the love seat. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Count to twenty and calm down Benson, she thought.
"Can I have my beer?" Elliot asked settling down beside her.
Olivia opened her eyes glancing down at the death grip she had the beer bottles in. "Sure. Sorry El," she handed him the Corona.
"Damn, I could use one of those," Fin said from the floor.
Nick stepped over him. "Sorry, I got the last of these bad boys," he tilted it back and took a long swig.
Fin gave him a dirty look. "You're almost as bad as Stabler,"
Nick laughed.
"I guess you don't want my beer then," Elliot asked dryly.
Fin leaned over reaching for the dangling bottle. "You don't want it?"
"I can share with Liv," Elliot said.
Olivia who was drinking her beer almost hit her teeth with it. She silently cursed herself. Stop acting like an idiot, you and Elliot share drinks all the time.
"You okay, Olivia?" A very observant Casey called out from her spot on the floor.
Olivia glared at her friend.
"What happened?" Alex asked confused.
Casey laughed. "Nothing, I just thought Olivia was going to choke. Drinking a little too fast," she snickered.
Olivia wanted to strangle Casey as everyone had turned to stare at her including Elliot. "I'm fine," she said handing the bottle to Elliot.
Olivia was relieved when everyone turned their attention back to the movie. About another hour into the movie, Olivia figured out what was wrong with Munch's movie pick this week. It was too long. She yawned, today had been extremely busy at work and it was catching up with her.
Elliot looked over at Olivia and smiled. He sat his beer bottle on the floor and dropped his arm from the back of the love seat to her shoulder.
Olivia looked over at him, questioningly.
He gave her a crooked smile before tugging her back onto his chest.
It would be absurd to argue, Olivia figured. It was a casual friendly gesture, he would be upset if she refused, right? With that rationalization, Olivia relaxed into the warmth of Elliot's chest letting her eyes flutter shut. She kept her arms tucked across her abdomen in an effort not to slide them around his inviting torso. She felt his fingers resting on the top of shoulder, warm and reassuring. She could fall asleep like this.
Elliot looked down at Olivia's head resting on his chest. He could feel the wonderful warm heat radiating from her. He smiled watching as she adjusted lifting her bare feet and tucking them under the pillow on the end of the love seat. He wished she would put her arms around him, on his chest. Maybe she was worried what the others would think? Maybe she didn't want too? That thought hurt. A lot. Then he felt her shift again snuggling closer to him and sighing softly. Contentment, he grinned.
Olivia was determined to stay right there for as long as humanly possible, she no longer cared if Munch's movie turned into a seven hour saga. She felt Elliot's fingers moving softly across the top of her shoulder playing with her hair. She swallowed hard when she felt his thumb graze a patch of bare skin along her clavicle. Then he did it a second time. The roughened pad of his thumb stroking the bare skin of her neck while his fingers played with her hair. She felt the goosebumps rise along her skin and she shivered from the sensation.
"Cold?" Elliot whispered lowering his head a little.
Olivia shook her head, silently. "I'm okay," she replied softly.
Elliot resumed his movements. Her skin was so soft under his. It felt like silk. She shifted again and Elliot held back a groan. From this vantage point he had a fantastic view of her cleavage and the top of her breasts. The caramel colored skin beckoned to him. His fingers slipped away from her hair to join his thumb caressing the bare skin along her shoulder and clavicle. His fingers bumped the thin strap of her cami sliding underneath it. He pushed it back a little and he felt her breath hitch.
"That was the dumbest ending!" Alex exclaimed loudly. She reached over turning on the lamp beside her. "Seriously?"
Elliot and Olivia sprang apart as people started moving. Amanda yawned as she stood up. Fin stretched his hands over his head. "Stabler, next week's pick had better be good,"
Elliot sat up on the love seat the pillow still strategically placed on his lap. "I'll try," he said hoping his voice didn't sound as strained to them as it did to him.
Olivia suddenly felt very cold not nestled up against Elliot. She dropped her feet to the floor reluctantly.
"Who's on clean up?" Fin asked.
"Not me," Trevor said. "Early case,"
"Not me, either since Trevor is my ride," Alex said standing up beside him.
Munch grabbed the video. "As the elder here, I think I should be excused from any clean up,"
"Gotta pick up my kid," Nick said grabbing his jacket.
"You all suck," Fin said.
"I'll help," Amanda said.
"Me too, Fin," Olivia said following Amanda into the kitchen.
Casey groaned. "I would stay and help but I have an early case against this neanderatheral defense attorney early," she grinned at Trevor and Alex.
Elliot tugged at his shirt pulling it out and over his jeans underneath the pillow.
Fin looked at him quizzically. "Getting comfortable, El?"
Elliot shrugged his shoulders, standing up.
Fin grinned catching sight of Elliot's problem. "That's what you get for all that cuddling with Benson," he smirked.
Elliot glared at him looking over at Amanda and Olivia who were laughing as they cleaned up Fin's kitchen. He gave Fin a silent gesture.
Fin only laughed harder. "You really need to talk to her. Before you end up with the world's worst case of blue balls,"
"We're just friends," Elliot said feebly.
"In what world?" Fin scoffed. "You're divorced, man. Just admit it to her and yourself,"
Elliot looked over at Olivia as she pushed her now long brown hair behind her ears. Fin was right, it was time to admit his feelings for his former partner went way beyond friendship. "I really want her," Elliot whispered.
Fin nodded. "Just don't fuck it up okay? She deserves to be happy, really happy. Plus, I will kick your ass if you fuck it up,"
"You couldn't kick my ass, Tutorola not even on a bad day," Elliot challenged. "But you don't need to worry because I don't intend to fuck anything up," Elliot said. He would have to proceed very cautiously though. He knew just how skittish Olivia could be where relationships were concerned.
Olivia placed the last of the containers into Fin's refrigerator. She watched Amanda put away things with the easy and familiarity of someone comfortable with the apartment. She began to wonder if Casey was right but didn't ask. Rollins was as friendly as they come but she definitely kept her personal stuff personal and out of the office. It was a trait that Olivia admired right from the start. Fin and Elliot walked into the kitchen. Fin grinned as he grabbed the last of the trash bags. "You girls did a great job," Fin said. "Thanks,"
Olivia nodded raising up on her tip toes to put the last bottle of soda on the top of Fin's ginormous refrigerator. Elliot's hands came up around her waist lifting her slightly his fingers brushing the bare skin of her belly where her cami rose up from her jeans. God, she wanted those hands to keep going. Shit.
Elliot wanted to keep his hands against her incredible warm silky skin but he didn't want to freak her out so once she settled back on her feet, he reluctantly withdrew his them.
"Thanks, El," she whispered.
"Not a problem, Livia," he replied huskily drawing out the syllables of her name.
Olivia felt his lips ruffle her hair briefly. Did he just kiss her head? Did he call her Livia? Olivia melted, she was most definitely fucked because in that moment she realized that Casey was right. Damn her!
A/N: Thank you so much for reading, for the positive compliments, and the motivation!
