Elliot had gotten ready for their 'run.' He wasn't going to show that he was nervous, but he was.
"Ready?," she said with a questioning look, not sure if he was.

"Sure, let's go with that," he said sarcastically.
"Alright. Come on," she said as she opened the apartment door for him.

They drove to Central Park. Elliot was ready to run apparently. He just started running.

"Whoa, slow down Stabler, we need to stretch first."
"Eh, I figured we could just go."

"You do that, you'll pull a muscle. Then you can't catch the next suspect that runs, since that seems to be your thing." She smiled at him.
"Okay, good point."

They stretched for a good 10 minutes or so. He just followed what she was doing. She noticed.
"Alright, now that we have that done, we can run."

They started off really well, but after about a half a mile, Elliot was feeling the burn. He hadn't run that much in a while. Then a thought occurred. She thought he would have a coronary, what if he really had one? Sort of.

"AHH! Liv can we take a break? I can't breathe! I have a cramp."
"Run through the pain Stabler." She did not think he was serious. Then he collapsed on the ground. She was terrified.

"Liv, I can't...breathe...help!" She ran towards him and knelt down beside him.
"I'm calling a bus."

"Gotcha."
She was speechless for a second, and she had that look of shock on her face. "Bastard! I thought you were dying."
"I know. That's what made your face so great." He got off the ground.
"Now you get to run more. Isn't that great?," she said through her labored breaths.
"Oh yeah, my favorite!," he said extremely sarcastically.

They started running again. They got through another quarter mile before Elliot started falling behind.
"Come on Stabler, not another fake heart attack!," she said, not wanting him to pull the same trick he had a few minutes before.

She started walking and was about to start turning around when he started running after her. She ran faster and took a sharp turn into the grass. He caught up to her and tackled her. He was on top of her. They were facing each other as their chests heaved into each other.

"Stabler two, Benson zero," he grinned.
"Oh shutup. I'm still better than you. That was an unfair start," she complained

"Hey, this entire run you were better."
"Glad you admit it. I will be getting you back for that. Now get off of me," she attempted to push him off.

He thought about it. "I guess I can do that for you." He got off of her only to be tackled unexpectedly by her.
"Stabler two, Benson one." She smirked at him, then got off of him. "I guess that's enough of a run for today."

"That's enough running for life."

She laughed.
They headed back to the car.

When they got back to the apartment he went straight to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"I am ready to relax and do nothing the rest of the day, how about you?"
"I concur," she smiled as she sat on the couch next to him and turned on the tv.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?," she asked.
"Like what?," he said, willing to let her decide.
"Jackass?"
"Well, I've never really watched it-"
"Your nuts Stabler! Funniest thing ever to watch."
"I guess I'll take your word for it."

A half hour later they were both cracking up laughing.
"What the fuck is Johnny Knoxville thinking?"
"He doesn't ever think! None of them do, that's what's great," Olivia exclaimed.

He laughed again, realizing she was leaning into him. "Yeah. Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower if you don't mind, then I will come back out and we can get a bite to eat here or wherever."

"That's fine." She got off of him, not really realizing until that moment that she had leaned into him.
He needed an excuse to get away from her. He needed a cold shower is what he needed.

He came outta the shower relieved and clean, then she passed him going into the shower, only in a towel again. She shut her bedroom door behind her. She took a deep breath then headed to the shower. She had an idea. Since he felt free to walk around in a towel so could she.

She walked out of the shower a half hour later. She walked into the kitchen in only her towel.
"Hey Liv where do you..." He stopped speaking when he turned to look at her.
"What was that El? Where do I what?," she asked, knowing why he stopped asking.
"Uhm. Where do you...Where do you wanna eat?" He could barely form the words. He tugged at his collar and gulped. She looked at him.

"You've got that look on your face again, like your gonna be sick," she quipped. She knew what that look was, and it wasn't sick.
"No, I'm okay," he tore his eyes away from her when she looked at him.
She figured she had made her point. She walked back to her room and got dressed.

"Hey, where do you wanna eat El?," she asked.
"I don't know, what sounds good to you?," he asked, still recovering from the display she had just made.
"We still have a bunch of food here. I think we should make tacos."

"Believe it or not, tacos sound amazing right now."
It was 5 30. Elliot started making taco meat.

"Hey Liv, you realize it's been a full day and we haven't gotten called into work yet? Something's not right."
"Or Cragen was right and we needed the day off, which I found out I run a lot better then you do. Hope we don't have to chase a suspect anytime soon." She laughed.

"Do I need to chase you down again?," Elliot asked sarcastically, willing to do just that to make a point.

"Maybe you do. Teach me a lesson perhaps?," she said as she raised her eyebrow at him.

There was more than one lesson he wanted to teach her.
"After dinner."

"Is that a threat Stabler?," she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"It's a promise."

They ate really fast again, like they hadn't eaten in days. "El, those tacos were really good. Thanks," she said while grabbing the plates to put in the sink. She sat back down.
"I'm glad. Now, Liv?"
"What?," she looked at him, not sure what he wanted to ask.

"You better run."
"Why would I...?," she started to ask, but then she remembered what they had said before dinner. She got up from the table fast and ran through her apartment to her bedroom. She tried shutting the door behind her but he just held it open. Bathroom, she thought, it had a lock. Now if only she could make it.

She bolted but before she knew it he was behind her and threw her on the bed and just laid on top of her. He pinned her down, their chests once again heaving into the other's.
"Stabler 3, Benson 1." He grinned.
"So your stronger then me, big whoop."

They looked into each other's eyes. He couldn't fight it anymore.
"Liv, can I tell you something?" He looked at her beautiful eyes.
"Yeah, can you get off of me?" She tried pushing him off.

"No." He hesitated with what he wanted to say next. "I...I think I love you. No, I know I love you. I've known you for less than a week and I'm in love with you. This probably sounds crazy, and..and insane but-"

She cut him off with a kiss. Not just any kiss but a kiss that ignited a fire in both of them.

Things were just getting intense...

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Finally, some of that sexual tension is relieved. Barely, but it's something ;)

Thanks to anyone reading and/or reviewing. :)