a/n: i am so so so so sorry that it has taken me FOREVER to update this story--totally had mental blockage on it, and then i got caught up in my other fics...
Chapter 11
She stirs just a little as she stretches out lying naked in her bed. She could wake up forever this way. Elliot holding her close to his body and placing kissing on the back of neck. I have died and gone to heaven, she thinks before turning over to him.
"Good morning beautiful." He says to her while squeezing her body in his.
"Morning."
"Last night was incredible." She says as her hand rubs along his chest.
"You're telling me." He says with a laugh.
"Well minus the whole Fin, Munch, Kathy incident."
"Uh yeah. I forgot about that." He said kissing her neck.
"Yeah well I doubt that they did." She said placing her lips to his for a hard passionate face sucking.
And as if right on cue her cell phone goes off, "Benson." She answers with Elliot still attached to her neck. She is smiling at the touch of hot breath along her neck. It consumes her. Who ever is on the other end of that phone better make it fast.
"Benson." She says again a little louder because the person on the other end doesn't say anything.
"Uh…Olivia?" FUUUUUUUCK!
"UH HUH…" She says looking at the phone and noticing the scratch on the face plate---Elliot's phone. FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!
"Is my husband there?" Bitter. Cold.
Olivia looks over at Elliot with a look that says it all. Not good. Not good at all. She mouths, 'Kathy'. He looks at her and crosses his hands in front of his chest 'I'm not here' he mouths back.
"No Kath he's not."
"Why do you have his phone?"
"We um…mixed them up last night."
"Yeah, right, whatever Olivia. Just tell him I called."
"Yeah ok…"
Click.
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"We are seriously fucked you know that right?" She says to him as they eat dinner at her dinning room table.
"Oh yeah." He says with out missing a beat.
"What are we going to do Elliot?" She says as she gets up and clears the plates.
She walks back into the dinning area to clear the rest of the stuff off the table. Elliot however sneaks up behind her and presses his body up against hers. He places kisses around her neck and even though he can't see her, he know she is smiling. He turns her around and presses his lips firmly against his.
He then takes his right arm and does something that he has only seen done on television. He sweeps his arm across the table sending the contents soaring through the air and crashing down on the floor. Olivia's mouth is left wide open to which Elliot takes full advantage and attacks it with his mouth as he lies her down on the now bare table.
He smiles at her and whispers in between oxygen breaks, "I've always wanted to do that." His hand runs up her bent thigh.
"That was so fucking sexy I almost came in my pants." She says with a laugh that makes him love her all the more.
His breath is hot and sexy against her neck. Her hands ran through his short hair. She quickly lifted up his shirt and took it off so she could see and feel the perfectly toned six pack that had driven her off her rocker for the past 8 years.
Elliot's hands ran up and down the sides of Olivia's body. When her clothes became too much for Elliot he ripped off her top sending buttons flying everywhere. "Hey, I liked that shirt." Olivia said in sad playful voice.
"Me too, but I like it better off of you." Elliot said as his lips trailed down to Olivia's breasts biting playfully on her erect nipples.
"Do you have any idea what that does me?" Olivia gasped as her hands clenched on the hips of Elliot.
"That's why I do it." He said biting a little bit harder and cupping her breast with his hand at the same time.
"Pants. Lose 'em." She says in a throaty voice. Wasting no time they both take the rest of their clothes throwing the garments in every which direction.
"Have you ever had sex on a dinning room table?" He asks as his tongue runs up and down the side of her neck.
"Not this one." She admits, "You?"
"First timer here." He says pressing his rock hard erection against her thigh.
"Well we must make it memorable." She says spreading her legs wide and wrapping them tightly aground his waist, causing him to moan in anticipation. Her head goes flying back as he enters her. He does not move, he stays there while his lips work there magic on hers.
"El?"
"Hmm?"
"You're killing me…move please!" She wines and he just laughs.
"Right." He presses into her deeper and begins the musical dance that they enjoy so much.
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"We better clean this up." Olivia says trying to find her clothes that are scattered everywhere.
"Yeah. Sorry about that." He apologizes for the destruction their love making has caused.
"Don't apologize, that was fucking hot as hell." She says slipping on her jeans. "Have you seen my bra?" She asks as there is a knock at the door.
"Shit." They say in unison.
"Who the hell can that be?" She asks him now searching frantically for her bra. She gives up and puts on her shirt. She then realizes that it is pretty useless since Elliot ripped all the buttons off. She snaps Elliot's shirt out his hands and throws it on and runs to the door.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She says when she sees who it is.
"I heard that." The voice says through the door.
Elliot looks at Olivia, "John?...FUCK!" He says trying to clean up the clothes and the broken glass, which surrounds the floor.
"Just open the door Liv. I know you are there."
Olivia rolls her eyes and looks at Elliot. It is useless, there is no way they can clean up the mess in time.
"Fuck it. Open the door." A bare chest Elliot says.
"Well, well, well." He says looking around the apartment and at the two partners, "You guys doing research for your "secret" undercover assignment?" He says looking up from his tinted glasses.
Elliot opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He then realizes that he is holding Olivia's bra and quickly throws it under the table.
"Look John…we ah…this isn't what it looks like???" She asks more the states.
"Right you guys were just fighting? No wait you got robbed? Or did a tornado come through here and cause all this damage? Save it Liv. I'm not a sheep. I'm not going to believe a word that comes out of your mouth."
She smiles at him, "Really? Nothing?"
"Not a word." Johns says.
"Oh well, in that case me and Elliot just had sex on my dinning room table." She looks at Elliot and sees his eyebrows raise to the ceiling.
"JESUS OLIVIA!" John says completely shocked that she actually said that. He shakes his head and his face grows a little flush. "I'm outta here." He says and heads for the door.
"Wait John!" Elliot calls out to him.
He turns his head, "Don't worry I won't say anything…yet…but I own you two!" He laughs and walks out.
Olivia and Elliot just stare at each other, "Some thing tells me we are going to be doing all of John's paperwork." Olivia says.
"As long as we are not doing his laundry."
Olivia shrugged, "Ew gross!"
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