Chapter 4

( 3 Months Earlier)

Olivia handed Elliot his plate of pizza and jumped up on her counter. "Nothin better than pizza and beer after a long day." She said before tilting the bottle back.

Elliot copied her. "Make that a long week." He stuffed half the pizza in his mouth. Olivia smiled. "What?"

"Nothing..." She said sweetly. "You're such a guy." She said under her breath.

"And you're such a girl." He countered. "Come on...stuff half that in your mouth." He dared

"What?" She laughed

"Take this piece of pizza..." He lifted a piece, "...and stuff it in your mouth."

"No, why?" She pushed it away.

"Because, you eat like a bird." He picked at the piece of pizza and pulled it apart then put a tiny piece in his mouth. "I bet you can't stuff it in your mouth." He looked at her expectantly.

"I know when I'm being bated." She took a small bite. "And I am not biting."

Olivia saw the mischievous look enter Elliot's eyes. She knew she was in trouble. She tried to jump off the counter but it was to late. Elliot was right in front of her preventing her escape. "Open" he demanded. Olivia kept her mouth shut and shook her head. She tried not to smile either. "Open, or I'll do it for you." He held a peace of pizza directly in front of her mouth. She shook her head again. Elliot let out a sigh. "Fine, we'll do this the hard way." Olivia made one last attempt to free herself, but failed. Elliot was between her legs with one hand on her waist. "Open" she shook her head.

Her eyes widened as she suppressed her laughter. He squeezed her side repeatedly. Olivia regretted that she ever told him she was ticklish on her side. She held back as long as she could, but her mouth eventually opened and her laughter spilled out. She tried to close her mouth, but Elliot had already stuffed half the pizza down her throat. "You're a jerk." she said with a mouth full of pizza.

He handed her a napkin a stepped back. "Well if you didn't make such a big deal about it, we could have had this solved long ago." He said simply, but he had a huge smile on his face.

Olivia threw the napkin full of pizza sauce at him. "You're lucky I like you."

"How bout a movie of your choice?" Elliot started walking to the living room.

"My place, my choice." Olivia said moving to her movie shelf.

"Yeah, but I wont complain."

After the movie ended, they cleared the beer bottles off the table and brought them off the kitchen.

"I cant believe you chose that movie." Elliot whined tossing the bottles in the trash can.

"Hey, I thought you said you wouldn't complain." Olivia pointed out as she jumped up on the counter top. "Besides, Moulin Rouge is a great movie."

"It's a horrible, horrible movie. I cant believe I only had 3 beers. Maybe if I got drunk I could enjoy it more." He indicated towards the refrigerator. "Want to see?"

Olivia laughed. "Shouldn't you be going?" She looked at the stove-top clock. "Its almost midnight." She looked down trying to cover her sadness. "Isn't your family waiting." She tried to cover her disappointment.

Elliot seemed nervous as well. "I told Kathy I was going to be late tonight."

They both started to feel uncomfortable. Sure, this isn't the first time they were together after work, but it is the first time they've been at Olivia apartment this late. Usually they stop to get food or a drink, but Elliot is always home to his family at a decent hour. He only went to Olivia's place if they got off work early. They suddenly felt weird being in each others presence. To them, it felt wrong that they were together.

"Does she know you're here?" Olivia almost whispered

"No" he answered simply

Olivia hopped off her counter. "You should go." She began walking past him with her head down.

Elliot put his arm out in front of her. She stopped before they touched. "Liv..." he didn't know what to say, but he stood in front of her.

"It's okay, you need to get home." She looked at his eyes and plastered on a fake smile.

"I don't think I want to go home yet." He sounded guilty. Olivia looked confused.

Elliot moved closer to Olivia. "What are you doing?" She asked

"Moving closer." he said in a low voice.

"What are we doing." Olivia asked as she hit the counter.

"What do you think we're doing?" he put his hands on the counter on both sides of her. He leaned closer and she leaned back.

"Something wrong." she murmured as his lips came closer to hers. She was looking straight ahead, her eyes not meeting his. She wished she could blame the situation on too many drinks, but she knew they weren't drunk or even on the way to being drunk.

"Stop me." he whispered a mere inch from her face.

Olivie stayed perfectly still except for her eyes. She lifted them to look straight into Elliot's. "Never" she murmured a second before his lips crashed down onto hers.

Olivia opened her eyes. She realized she was in her room, in the dark, and an arm slung around her waist and a body against her back. She tried to move, but the arm tightened. She cocked her head to see the clock. It read 2:57am.

Elliot had always been a light sleeper so he instantly felt the movement against him. He didn't want her to move so he tightened his arm around her bare body. He nuzzled the back of her neck. He smiled when she took a deep breath.

"El...you need to go." she whispered in the dark.

He wasn't sure if he heard her right. "Excuse me?" He asked sitting up.

"I'm not trying to be a jerk." She quickly added. "Its just, what about Kathy? Isn't she expecting you home sometime?" She ran her fingers through her hair. She could see the guilt instantly enter his eyes. "Go home, Elliot." she lightly demanded.

"She knows I'm working late." He tried to defend.

"Until three in the morning?" She questioned. "Elliot, what we did was...was good, great even, but you're married. It was a mistake." She reached down to the floor and picked up their clothes. She handed him his and started putting hers on.

They both dressed in silence, both lost in their own world. Olivia was trying to retrace her steps and figure out how they ended up in her bed. Elliot was thinking about Kathy and what he just did.

Realization hit Elliot. He fell back on the bed and put his head in his hands. "Oh God."

Olivia hit the light. She walked over and sat next to him, but not to close. "It's alright, El. We got caught up in the moment." She was not only trying to convince Elliot, but herself as well. "We had some drinks and things went to far. Nothing has changed. Kathy doesn't need to know." She waited for his reaction. "We can act like nothing has happened."

"Neither of us was drunk." He mumbled. Elliot turned his head to look at her. He captured her in his stare. She couldn't look away. "Is that what you really want?" He asked almost angrily. Before she could answer he was on top of her. "Do you want to act like this never happened?" He brought his lips to her neck and starting trailing kisses all along it.

Olivia lost herself for a moment, but then regained control. "Stop"

"You don't want me to." He continued

"Elliot..." She moaned against her own will.

"Told ya." He had one hand behind her head and the other holding her hand. "You want this as much as I do." He tried to kiss her, but she resisted.

"It doesn't matter what either of us wants. You are married." She stressed the word married. "You have kids that probably want to see their father before going to school." Elliot didn't move. "You know I'm right. Go home." She pushed him up and this time he let her. "I'll see you at work. We can talk then."

Few weeks later...

"Hello?" Olivia answered groggily into the phone. "Benson" she added as an afterthought.

"Hey, sorry I woke you, didn't I?" Came a cheerful voice.

Olivia winced. "No, its okay. I just got home and fell into bed right away." She explained.

"Well, I just wanted to hear your voice. But I guess I'll have to wait." He sounded disappointed, but understanding. "Tomorrow?"

Olivia smiled at his sweetness. "Yeah, I'll call you when I get a break."

"Okay, until then...goodnight."

"Bye" Olivia closed her phone and sighed.

A few seconds later she felt the bed move and an arm sling around her waist. "Who was that?" asked the sleepy voice.

"Nobody." She answered a little too quickly.

"Nobody?" He questioned. "Nobody called you at..." He looked at the clock. "...at 1:20 in the am? Who was that Olivia? And why was he calling so late?"

Olivia could hear the calmness in his voice, but the tenseness she could feel from his body told her another thing. She hesitated. "I um...I went out with him a few times." She hoped that was enough, but she knew it wasn't.

"What's his name? How come I haven't heard about him?"

Olivia rolled over so she was facing him. "Elliot, his name is Kevin. I met him at a bar about a few weeks ago and we started seeing each other. We've barely seen each other in the last week. He knows that I work late so that's why he called so late." Elliot could see the annoyance in her eyes. "Satisfied?"

"Right before us..." he muttered. Elliot gave her a side smirk. "Did you sleep with him?" he asked louder.

Olivia sat up in bed and Elliot rolled on his back. She looked over her shoulder. "My sex life is none of your business." Elliot laughed at that. "What I do with who has nothing to do with you, Elliot!"

Elliot was on top of her so fast, Olivia had no time to react. "Look where you are, Olivia! You're naked, I'm naked, and we're in my bed!"

"Yeah, and I'm guessing I wouldn't be here if your family wasn't visiting grandma this week." Olivia spat.

Elliot stared at her for a moment before sitting up. Olivia sat up as well, pulling a sheet up to cover herself as well. "So you're jealous." Elliot whispered, almost to himself.

"I'm jealous?" Olivia asked in disbelief. "Elliot, I'm not the one getting worked up over a phone call!" Olivia pulled the sheet around her more and started to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Elliot asked bitterly

"I'm getting dressed and then leaving." Olivia snapped without looking at him.

Elliot quickly got up and stood in front of her, blocking her way. "You're not going anywhere."

"I am going home, Elliot. You can't keep me here." She was clearly done with the conversation.

"Is Kevin going to be there?"

"If I said yes, what would you say?"

Elliot quickly threw his arm around her waist and drew her close to him. She tried to push away but couldn't, so instead, she slapped him across the face. He loosened his grip and she took her chance and pushed past him. She didn't get far because he grabbed her again and pulled her back into him. Olivia knew numerous ways to get away from someone who held her from behind, but at this moment, she couldn't think of any to get away.

With one arm around her midsection and the other holding her arm, Elliot rested his head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "If you were to say yes, I would have to say that you're trying to prove a point to me. I would say you're just trying to get away from me and go back to your empty apartment." He kissed her pulse point. "I would say that you would do anything to prove that you don't want or need me the way you do right now."

"Screw you!" she elbowed him in the stomach. Before she could pull her arm forward he grabbed her elbow hard enough to bruise and spun her around. "Let go." she seethed.

He slid his free arm around her waist and lifter her up and slammed her back into the wall. "I thought you said screw." He smiled as her eyes sent daggers at him. "I'm just giving you what you want, sweetheart." Elliot's hard, naked body was pressed against tightly against her. The sheet around her failed at covering her up. "Now if you were to say he wasn't going to be there, I don't know what I would say." He nuzzled her neck. "I can't see why you would leave a warm bed, for a cold, empty bed."

Olivia closed her eyes tightly. "Who said this bed was warm." He stopped but didn't move. "Just because theres a body in it, doesn't mean it's warm." He pulled away and looked into her eyes. It was his turn to send daggers. "Good sex is one thing, but after that is a completely different thing."

"Then why do you keep coming back." He let her feet fall to the floor. She pulled the sheet around herself again.

"Why do you?" There bodies touched as they breathed deeply. Both trying to control their anger. They stared at each other. Neither willing to admit anything. Neither took the time to think about it before they attacked each others mouths.

Present

Elliot and Olivia were at their lockers getting their things together to go home for the night. It was late and they were the last there. Fin and Munch bailed on the paperwork hours earlier and Cragen left a little while later forcing them to promise they would leave at a decent hour. 12:02am is a decent hour for a pair of insomniacs.

Olivia rested her head against her locker. "I shouldn't have driven in today." She complained. "I don't feel like driving home."

"I know how you feel." Elliot leaned against the lockers. He watched her try to stand up straight and roll her shoulders. He gently took her hand in his. He felt her tense a little more. "Relax" he whispered

"El..." She didn't have the strength to fight him so she let him pull her into the cribs.

He gently pushed her down on the bed and stood behind her. "Just relax." he started to rub her shoulders. "Stay here for the night." he could feel her relaxing. "I am."

"Elliot..."

"Liv, relax and go to sleep." He gently pushed her down and moved to the bunk next to hers. "If either of us wants sex after today, then we need to be admitted."