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Olivia and Elliot
Chapter 8
"What are you talking about, Casey?" Olivia looked at her, incredulously.
"Brazil, baby!" Casey grinned as she stepped inside Olivia's apartment with Alex in tow. "Back your bikini. We have a free girls's week of fun, sun, and lots of gorgeous Brazilian men!" Casey smiled broadly.
Alex and Elliot frowned, simultaneously.
"I want to bring Trevor," Alex complained.
Elliot's grip on Olivia's hand tightened. "What Brazilian men?"
Olivia looked confused.
Casey sighed exasperated. "Oh my God, you people! Yes, Alex if you must bring Trevor bring Trevor," Casey looked down at Olivia and Elliot's joined fingers. "Are you guys holding hands. That is so cute!"
Olivia inwardly groaned as her face flooded with color.
"You can come too, Stabler," Casey patted his arm, reassuringly.
Elliot gave her a dirty look as he pulled Olivia closer.
Olivia looked up at him. "Can you come?"
"I'll figure it out," Elliot said. "Kathy has Eli this week so that part is easy."
Casey smiled at them. "Figure fast because my client with luxury house also has a luxury jet to take us, tonight."
"Tonight!" Alex shouted. "Casey, I cannot possibly be ready that fast. Oh my God, I have to call Trevor," Alex walked to Olivia's living room, rapidly dialing on her cell.
Olivia bit her lower lip in concentration. "You're not kidding, are you?"
"Nope," Casey smiled at them.
"Shit," Elliot said. "I have to call Mark and see if he will let me take the week off. I have to go pack and call Kathy to get her to pick up Eli from Katie's."
Olivia nodded. "We should let the others know, too. I know Fin was already off this week and so is Amanda. Munch is already part-time so he could come with us,"
Casey nodded. "I will call, you pack."
Olivia nodded.
Elliot caught her by the wrist pulling her into the kitchen for some privacy.
"You can come, right?" Olivia asked anxiously worried that maybe Elliot was having second thoughts about the trip or worse yet about her.
Elliot nodded. "Of course," he leaned down as he stepped into her space. His fingers caressed the soft skin on the inside of her wrist. He pressed his forehead against hers.
Olivia gave him a soft smile. "Good."
"Good," he grinned. He pressed his lips gently against hers.
Olivia slid her free hand around his neck, running her fingers through his short hair at the nape.
Elliot's other hand slipped around her waist pulling her flush against his body. His lips moved eagerly over hers. He moaned as he captured her upper lip between his. He slipped his tongue inside her wet, warm mouth.
Olivia eagerly followed his tongue. She pressed against him as tightly as possible raising slightly on the balls of her feet to align their bodies, just right. Oh God, she pressed harder to him as she felt his burgeoning erection rub against her pelvis.
Elliot's hand tightened on her waist. His lips moved faster and harder over hers. She was so warm and soft everywhere. Fuck, he could not get enough. He ran his other hand slowly from her wrist all the way up her arm well aware of the goose bumps left in the wake of his touch. He tangled his hand in her hair, cupping the back of her head, and tilting her mouth up for even better access.
Casey grinned as she hung up her cell. She listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen. A lot of groans, moans, and kissing noises. She held back her laughter as she snuck up on them. Her eyes widened as she peaked around the corner. Elliot had Olivia backed against the wall with his hand holding her head while he practically devoured her mouth. Olivia was clinging to him, one hand clutching his upper arm and the other wrapped around his neck. Casey smirked watching them rubbing, pressing, and kissing. If you could fuck with clothes on they would be doing it. She cleared her throat. She got absolutely no response. She tried a second time. With no response again, Casey brought her fingers to her lips and whistled loud.
Olivia and Elliot jumped apart breathing heavily.
Casey laughed at the startled expressions on their faces. She shook her head. "Plane tonight, guys," she tapped her wrist.
Elliot glowered at her.
Casey's smile broadened. "Sorry, Elliot."
He leaned down and kissed Olivia again ignoring Casey.
Olivia kissed him back sliding both her hands around his neck again. She parted her lips slightly and was rewarded with his tongue sliding softly against hers. God, that felt so right, so damn good.
Elliot groaned. "Mmmm."
Casey shook her head and grabbed Olivia by the waist of her pants, tugging. "Enough tonsil hockey."
Elliot grabbed Olivia by the waist while Casey pulled at her pants.
"Seriously, Stabler!" Casey gave him an exasperated look.
"I will see you in a couple hours, Liv," Elliot whispered as he placed another quick kiss on her lips.
Olivia smiled as he slowly withdrew and frowned at Casey. She watched him walk out the door, wrapping her arms around her self. She couldn't stop the smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
Casey shook her head. "Come on, Benson. We have packing to do."
Olivia walked to her bedroom with Casey following her. "Don't you have to pack?" Olivia asked as they passed by Alex, hanging up her cell phone in the living room.
"I packed before I talked to Alex," Casey replied. "Besides what is there to pack really."
"A lot," Olivia said. She began opening her drawers and pulling out various items of clothing. She paused over her lingerie drawer. She caught her upper lip between her teeth, studying the contents.
"You should definitely take some of that. Though I don't think Stabler needs any extra stimulation," Casey teased.
Alex laughed as she joined them. "I am going home to pack. I am so glad I went to my esthetician earlier this week. Perfect timing for the beach."
Olivia frowned, holding up a lacy black thong. "Shit," she exclaimed.
"What?" Casey asked alarmed.
"I have done that," Olivia said.
"What?" Casey asked perplexed.
"Waxed. It has been months," Olivia groaned.
"So shave," Casey shrugged.
Olivia frowned.
Alex pulled out her phone. "My girl, Helga does emergency. I will get you in."
"We don't have time for this," Casey said.
"I will make time," Olivia said.
Alex talked quickly on the phone. She smiled at Olivia as she pushed the red button. "She will see you in an hour," Alex grinned. "You pack and stop by on your way to the airport."
Casey sighed.
Olivia packed quickly.
An hour later, Olivia was undressed on top of a spa table in the fanciest Manhattan spa that she had ever been in. Alex' girl Helga spoke very little English and had a thick German accent. She pulled Olivia's legs a little further apart as she spread wax along the side of her vagina. "Brazil?" she asked Olivia.
Olivia nodded suppressing a gasp as she pulled the strip of paper off. She pressed her gloved hand down to release the stinging and Olivia nodded her thanks. Olivia watched as the woman worked expeditiously. She picked up a pair of small scissors and trimmed the hair. Olivia tried to relax figuring as the strip got smaller, it would be done soon. The woman put a gloved hand on Olivia labia pulling it to the side and spreading the wax inside. What the fuck? Before Olivia could form the words, the strip was down and off. Olivia yelped. The woman was already working on the other side. Oh God, Olivia yelped again. There could not even be hair there.
"Turn over," Helga patted the table.
"What?" Olivia asked incredulously.
"Brazilian. Turn over," Helga repeated patting the table.
Oh my God, this woman thought she wanted a Brazilian wax. "I think there may be a misunderstanding," Olivia started.
"Ms. Alex said Brazilian," Helga looked confused.
Olivia was going to kill Alex. Her crotch was on fire and this woman wanted her to turn over. For what? Olivia obeyed. It was all of about ten seconds when Olivia felt the wax in the crack of her ass. Her eyes widened just before Helga pulled the strip with expert precision.
Casey looked up as Olivia walked out stiffly, her face was bright red. "What happened?" Casey asked curiously.
Olivia slapped down her credit card on the counter and looked at Casey, her eyes narrowed. "I am going to fucking kill Alex," she hissed through clench teeth.
Both of Casey's eyebrows rose.
A/N: I am working on One Rainy Night and Happy Trails. I am not happy with the chapters though so I am rewriting. Hope you like this in the meantime. Next up, will Elliot find out about Olivia predicament? Maybe a little over heard conversation about some advil, vaseline, and underwear removal? Let me know what you think!
