Cooties
Ch.21
Disclaimer: Okay, unless Elliot's always shirtless, and Olivia is constantly getting nose kisses from him, they're not mine!
Now...finally you guys will get what you want. Pure Love from them! Just radiating off, so when you're done reading, I just wanna warn you! You're gonna wanna hug someone!
"Can't this car go ANY FASTER?" Olivia almost screamed as she looked out the window, held her bag closer, and bobbed up and down in her seat. "Will you please friggin hold still, kid? We'll be there in a few minutes!" She clenched her jaw and her eyes got wide. "I can't wait a few minutes! Traffic! Move! Is it hot in here? Is it just me? Mom, WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE! THE SPACE IS CLOSING IN! I CAN'T BREATHE!" She pulled the headrest back and forth frantically.
Her mom pulled her by her shoulders. "Olivia, CALM DOWN! Aren't you embaressed in front of your friends?" She pointed to all of the group, who were smiling. "Nah, we're used to it. She wouldn't shut up at school." Casey giggled. It was a tight fit, but Olivia managed to get everyone in the car. Elliot was going to be so surprised. "Hey, come on, pal! You drive like my grandma!" Fin yelled from the car.
"Actually, your grandma probably drives faster." Munch chuckled. Fin grinned and high-fived his friend. "But seriously, Miss Benson, when will we get there?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned as she leaned on the steering wheel. She mumbled so only Olivia could here. "God, I shouldn't have quit drinking." Olivia grimaced a little and squeezed her Mom's knee, getting a smile from her. They arrived at the address Elliot gave her, and after quickly kissing her mother's cheek, she got the group out and they all filed to the door.
The doorbell rang. "Mom, she's here! She's here, she's HERE, SHE'S HERE!" He jumped up and down frantically like the seven year old boy he was on Christmas. His mother smiled when he frantically put on his red t-shirt and matching cargos. He put on his bright red sneakers and jogged down the stairs. He swung the door open and stared into the familiar brown eyes he had come to love. "Hi, Elliot." He could see the tears glistening in her eyes, and he knew some were in his. "Hi, Olivia." With that, she jumped into his arms, not letting go, and not holding anything back. She literally jumped in his arms, and he fell backwards with her on top of him. He chuckled and held onto her for dear life, slightly grimacing at her soft cries in his chest.
He let his hand tip up her chin. "I missed you." he said in a sing-song voice. She giggled and hugged his neck again, and he turned bright red when he felt her kiss his neck. Elliot grinned when he saw Fin quirk an eyebrow at him at his friend's sudden blush. Finally getting up, but not letting her arms fall from his neck, he smiled warmly at his group of friends. "Good to see ya, man." Fin chuckled as he embraced his old friend. John and George did the same. And Casey, Alex, and Melinda jumped in his arms the way Olivia had done, and let go.
"Love ya, Mom! We're going!" After Olivia said hello to his mother, they walked out. "Let's all go to lunch! There's this friggin awesome diner you guys have to try. My treat." The whole group nodded in agreement. As Elliot and Fin were catching up, Olivia was talking quietly with the girls and George. "Guys, thanks for coming." They nodded. "It was no problem. We wanted to see him as much as you did...well almost." George chuckled and the rest of the girls laughed. Olivia shot a glare, but then she started giggling too when she saw Elliot wink at her behind his shoulder. She instantly turned pink. "Benson, are you blushing?" John asked, grinning. "Shut up, John!" And then everyone was laughing.
"Tacos with mild sauce and jalepenos and fries." Elliot and Olivia ordered simultaneously. The whole group chuckled and the waitress even looked amused. "Elliot, hon, who's your friend?" the brunette waitress smiled at Olivia. "Her name's Olivia. Liv, this is Donna." Donna nodded and wrote down the two orders of tacos. As soon as the rest of the group ordered, they all started talking. All the while, Elliot was nudging Olivia's leg with his. It was the best idea to wear a jean skirt that went down to her knees. And her sneakers made her more comfortable. It was even better when she realized Elliot was allegedly playing footsies with her under the booth table. He slid his sneakers up her leg softly, making her shiver.
Then with no one looking, he slid his hand agonizingly slow up her thigh, raising goosebumps across her flesh. Jesus, five years they were best friends and he now chose to put the moves on her? Right after that kiss? Not that she minded. No, not one damn bit.
"God, he still does that? I thought he stopped after elementary." John laughed. "No, I've seen him eat the glue behind the countertop in science class. God, he's so nasty!" Elliot was so fucking coordinated. He was running his hand up and down her back, rubbing his foot up and down her leg, and still talking. Damn it. Damn this sexy boy. Although she knew that Elliot would never hurt her, she was still a little naive. He was hot, he was sweet, he was brave, and he was smart. But she was too shy and timid to see where it would lead them. Their orders came in when she was lost in her thoughts. "Two tacos with jalepenos and fries." Both of the friends raised their hands and their platters were served.
Strangely, Fin couldn't stop grinning when Elliot reached for the salt. "Well technically-" he began with a conversation to George and then he looked at his plate. The lid of the salt shaker fell off and salt poured everywhere on his fries. Fin and John started laughing hysterically. Honestly, Elliot looked annoyed, but then he couldn't stop smiling. Olivia giggled with the girls and George, and then she dipped her fry in the ketchup and held it up to Elliot's mouth. He turned and saw it in front of him. He grinned and pulled the french fry out of her hand with his mouth, making sure his lips at least touched her finger. She turned pink then, and she saw George smirk at her red cheeks. Most of the group was grinning at her, already knowing what he felt for Elliot.
It wasn't long after much laughing, throwing of fries, picking off eachother's plates, and constant chatter that everyone finished. When Olivia got up with Elliot, she quirked an eyebrow when no one else got up except for them. "Come on, Liv." He grabbed her hand. "Ya'll kids have fun now!" John called as they made their way out the diner. "El, what is it?" He only chuckled and changed the subject. She furrowed her brow, but responded normally, and they were in conversation as he led her where she walked. It was about an hour when they arrived at the boardwalk of the beach. "Surprise. I know you love the beach."
She giggled and ran to the swings. "I remember we went to the beach when we were little, and we played on the playground." She sat herself on the tire swing, and he began to push her. When she was swinging at a good pace, he jumped on it standing, and she rose on it carefully. They both held the chain tightly, their hands closing over the other's. His face was blank, and his eyes were staring into hers. Her hair whipped from the salty wind, and his shaggy hair flung back, and both of them couldn't think the other could look more beautiful. He inched closer to her face until their noses were touching. He took a deep breath, motioning to kiss her...again. Only he was going to make sure they didn't run.
But before he could, she dashed off to the shore. "Catch me if you can, Stabler!" She giggled. He smirked, watching her running form. "You're on, Benson!" She stopped at the water's edge, basking in the beauty. And she was caught off guard when Elliot ran up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and twirled her around in his arms. She laid her head back and squealed playfully. He fell back on the sand, letting her roll over and they stared up at the sky.
"I remember these nights, Liv. When we would watch the stars, and talk because...because we're best friends." Her mouth opened before she realized what she was saying. "I want to be more." He whipped his head around, his eyes widening. She turned her head the other way. But he scooted closer, and when she thought her heart was pumping fast enough, it was about to pop out of her chest when he rose on his hands and got on top of her. "Me too." Then, he closed his mouth over hers, quickly and quietly. It was more passionate the third time. He didn't look for his needs. He wanted hers. He planted his hands on either side of her hips and he brushed the skin that was there when her shirt rose a little. He really took her breath away.
Finally! *stands up and claps* Things seem okay!...but not for long! *edge throws a mouse at me* OW! No I can't let you guys be happy! Your reviews ordering me to continue make me smile. But seriously, they just make me smile.
Hugs and Thunder,
Babybel