Olivia sniffled, wiping a lone tear away that had slowly made its way down her cheek.
The squad room seemed almost deserted without her partner, she thinks to herself. She also thinks about the possibilities of actually having a life with him. Settling down, in a cozy townhouse in east side Manhattan, with possibly a child or two, but she knows those hopes and dreams will never be fulfilled due to the previous nights recent activities.
Gathering her things Olivia solemnly swears, to herself that she will ignore her instincts, no matter how strong they may be to go off all half-cocked and leave her lover standing in the pouring rain to marinate in his own self-pity.
When she walks out of the precinct a gust of the humid suffocating summer air hits her. She ignores the sultry feeling in her chest and continues with her mission to the unanimous location.
She turns down alleyways, through traffic and hordes of people and down a long street somehow ending up at the house of her partner.
She treads up the driveway, feeling her heart pounding one million times per minute in her chest. An unwavering feeling accompanied by dark, empty remorse. Why she even decided to come to his house? She has no clue.
It is like her feet acted on their own accord and her mind just kicked back and relaxed.
She raises her fist to knock on the wooden door, but before her fist can even come make contact, the door swings open, revealing her partner, looking like sin.
His bare chest wet, probably from a shower, clad only in his sweat pants that hung loose on his hips,
Her deep intake of breath and the darkening in her irises signaled her rising arousal.
He steps back so that she may enter, closing the door behind her.
"What's up?" He said, folding his arms across his chest.
Olivia let her eyes sweep over his half-naked body, drinking in all that she could at the moment. (We all have our guilty pleasures.)
Shaking her head, she rid the sexually charged thoughts from her head. "We need to talk."
He nodded, although, he really was not processing the words bypassing her lips. His eyes were permanently glued to her breast, which were subtly spilling out of the top of her scoop neck blouse.
He cleared his throat, motioning her to enter the living room. Although he did not feel inclined to speak to her, he did so.
"How have you been?" He said, doing his best to ease the suffocating tension.
Her hooded gaze fluttered up to meet his equally lust filled eyes. "Fine…. fine. And you?"
"Fine."
She smiled half-heartily, opening her mouth to speak, but when nothing came out she closed it and tried again.
"We have to talk." She whispered.
He nodded knowingly, rubbing a hand down his scruffy face. He motioned for her to sit, taking his place in on the middle of the sofa, while she remained standing despite his attempts to wave her over.
She turned away from him, telling him would be better that way, then she would not have to see his face when she did.
"I can't do this anymore…" She whispered. "I mean, obviously, we care to deeply about each other. I just…can't do this."
He placed a finger to his lips, trying to silence his racing thoughts and keep them from flowing out of his mouth.
He was silent for a moment as he gathered himself. "I kinda figured that when you ran out on me last night, and I just thought I didn't perform well enough." He said, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.
She chuckled, taking a seat, at a prudish distance, next to Elliot.
She placed her hand over his awkwardly placed one and gently squeezed. "Friends?"
He held out his arms for her to fall into.
Without a doubt, she complied, missing the feeling of being in his arms to much to say no.
She lifted her head to stare into his midnight blue eyes, darkened by arousal and lack of florescence.
She wondered if it was a guy thing to keep the drapes closed or just a Stabler thing.
She has no idea how or why but somehow Elliot's lips had come down on hers, hard and hungry. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and began stroke hers with an intoxicating rhythm.
She moaned into the kiss, gripping the back of his neck until her knuckles became pale.
Dragging his mouth from hers, he buried his face into the crook of her neck.
Olivia grabbed his head and kissed him until they were both breathless.
Finally, after air became a necessity they both pulled away.
She cleared her throat as she wiped the corners of her mouth, clasping her hands together she stood up. "See you tomorrow."
