AN: I know you guys are gonna quit me soon if I keep making Part 1's of things and never return to them but this idea was too good not to get out there.
Summary: Olivia sexts a whoopsie to Elliot by mistake.
Set: Season 8 just for Lyric.
THE TEXT - PART 1
Her hands are trembling as she stares down at her phone.
What has she just done?
Her eyes flit from the photo she had just sent, up to the recipient's name and the wave of dread slams into her like a tidal wave.
~~Elliot Stabler~~
I want you inside me.
Sent 11:41pm
Jesus Fucking Christ.
No, no, no, no, no.
She had meant to send it to Ethan, the guy she was dating, not Elliot her partner of eight years.
Her thumb shakily hovers over the photo of her scantly clad in red lace, her teeth boring into her lower lip as the pop up menu arises.
She clicks 'delete' then carries out the same action with the text below.
She watches it all disappear in front of her.
All that's left is the last text Elliot had sent to her yesterday asking her if she wanted lunch.
But she knows.
She fucking knows.
She wouldn't be that lucky.
There is no way he didn't just see that entire fucking thing.
Elliot cradles the phone in his palm as his eyes move over the image Olivia had just sent him.
~~Olivia Benson~~
I want you inside me.
Sent 11:41pm
Jesus Fucking Christ.
He sits up in bed, the book falling from his lap as he stares down at the photo in shock. His eyes trail down the low dip of cleavage, across the red lace covering her breasts before they move down to the small scrap of material between her legs. Her thighs are raised on her bed in a relaxed fashion, her legs are slightly parted.
Parted for him.
What the fuck?
This had to be a mistake.
His eyes flit up to the recipient's name once more, just to check it's actually her.
But there it was clear as day.
~~Olivia Benson~~
I want you inside me.
He is trying to figure out what the hell to do with this. What the hell to say in response to this..
This wasn't a midnight smoke signal for her newly single partner's attention.
This had to be a mistake.
This was meant for someone else - plain and simple.
He flicks the lamp on beside him and it lights up the empty apartment he's called home for nearly eight months now and he can't take his eyes off the image.
Her hair is out, her chestnut curls only just reach the swells of her breasts and her figure is fuller since Oregon. He can't see her entire face in the picture, it's only her mouth that's in view and her breasts look like they're straining in a bra that is too snug for her now.
It's tasteful, erotic and incredibly enticing.
The photo makes his fingers curl over with want.
His thumb taps on the reply box and he begins to slowly type back to her.
She is still staring down at her phone when she sees the three blue dots start to appear.
Fucking – Fuck.
He is typing something to her now which confirms he has in fact seen the photo.
Either that or it was an uncanny, universal coincidence that he just happens to be texting her right now.
I want you inside me.
What in God's name is he going to say in response to that?
What on earth could he be typing back to her?
She flattens her back against the headboard as she frantically calls his number.
She doesn't know what on earth she is going to say to him when he answers, she doesn't even have a plan, all she knows is she cannot let him think for a second that photo and those words were meant for him.
She holds the phone up to her ear and she hears it ring once.
Twice.
On the third ring he answers.
He doesn't say a word.
Not "Stabler" not "Hello" not "Liv?"
He just accepts her call and waits for her to speak.
A long drawn out silence extends between them until she finally breaks it.
"Elliot..I.." she whispers and she is practically breathless.
His dick twitches beneath the comforter and it's the combination of the photo, the text, the fact that she is now breathing like she had just gone eight rounds with her vibrator.
He doesn't respond, he physically cannot form words right now considering she is most likely still lace clad in her bed.
"Did you just get a text from me?" Her voice is controlled, monotone but he hears the slight waver in her throat.
She is shitting herself.
"Yeah." He keeps his tone neutral.
He hears her heavy exhale and then a wave of silence passes.
He shifts his hips, his semi already forming beneath the covers and he is deathly silent now.
"Delete it." It's not a request, it's a demand.
His lips start to twitch until they're curling upward.
It was a mistake - it was meant for someone else and now she wants him to delete it.
"So that wasn't meant for me?" There is a smile in his words but she doesn't accept his joke.
"Elliot." His name comes out breathless and it's not helping the visuals flooding through his mind as he imagines himself sinking deep inside her.
"Please just delete it. It was clearly a mistake. I don't want to discuss this again."
He brings his phone back down to view until her picture is staring back at him – red lips, breasts, thighs, panties and that delightfully delicious note.
I want you inside me.
Her voice carries loud enough through the receiver that he can still hear her talking but he is too transfixed on the photo to respond.
When he finally returns the phone to his ear he catches the tail end of her sentence.
"- ..Elliot.. is it deleted?"
"Huh ah.. yeah Liv," he humours her. "It's deleted."
There is a slight pause before she disconnects the call abruptly.
He lowers the phone once more and his eyes trail over the image that's going to haunt him for months now.
He doesn't look away for a second as he pats for the light beside him and when he finds the switch, the room evaporates into darkness.
Like hell he's deleting it.
TBC