Undercovers Chapter 22
A/N: Odd numbered chapters are POST-CASE, even numbered chapters are the undercover CASE. Words in bold print are a part of their reports. Words in italics are their thoughts. I really struggled writing this chapter, I tried to find a way to make typing up a report, interesting…believe it or not I think I succeeded, not to toot my own horn.
Sunday Night, Olivia's Apartment, Post-Hospital, Case
She couldn't sleep, after everything that had happened that weekend she thought she would crash the moment she got home but instead she was lounging on her couch in her pajamas, her silk robe wrapped around her, typing up her report on her laptop.
It was two in the morning but after tossing and turning for a couple hours she gave up and decided the least she could do was be productive if she wasn't going to sleep.
Last Thursday felt like a month ago. She couldn't believe it was only a few days ago.
Olivia let out a deep breath and started typing.
Detective Stabler and I arrived at the predetermined destination late Thursday evening.
This is where we first held hands on the sidewalk outside, I couldn't believe how comfortable it felt.
We walked into the hotel and checked in with the receptionist, Theresa, immediately.
This was the first time my partner ran his hand all the way down my back. This was the first time he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my neck, his breaths were hitting my neck, it gave me a weird fuzzy feeling inside.
We were unaware at this time that we had already caught the attention of the perpetrator. After checking in, the receptionist motioned for us to follow Patrick who would show us to our room. He guided us onto the elevator where Detective Stabler and I remained in character, Detective Stabler made a comment about being happy we could ditch our spouses and how he couldn't wait for us to be alone.
This was the second time my partner enveloped me in his embrace. I can still feel his heat. Shivers ran up and down my body.
We arrived in our room, Detective Stabler tipped Patrick and he left, after checking me out. We proceeded to check the apartment for bugs. Once we believed it was clear, we called it a night and separately unpacked and got ready for bed.
I felt weird sharing a bed with my partner. Yes we'd slept in the cribs at the same time, but falling asleep with him a foot away felt, forbidden.
Olivia sighed as she paused her typing and ruminating. She remembered how they had come to on Friday morning, she could feel the blush creeping up her neck and face at the memory.
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Elliot rubbed one hand down his face as he tried to keep writing his report. He was trying to keep the dirty thoughts in his head and the report completely professional.
He was laying on his bed, propped up against his headboard, typing on his laptop at 3 in the morning. He couldn't sleep despite his exhaustion. His mind just wouldn't turn off.
He was just beginning to summarize their day on Friday.
Elliot rocked his head from side to side, cracking his neck, and started to resume his typing.
We woke up Friday morning,
Grinding against one another, I was hard as a rock feeling Olivia against me. I can't remember the last time I woke up so aroused. But I remember the panic we both felt when we realized we were dry humping each other, and once we sprang apart and caught a glimpse of each other. Shit. I know she saw how hard I was through my thin sweatpants but she was wearing these tiny shorts and tank top to begin with. God her nipples were so hard that morning, I really did try not to stare.
We took turns using the bathroom before getting ready for our massages and having room service. We got ready to leave for our 10:30 appointment.
But before we left I couldn't keep my mouth shut and proposed we kiss, first alone, before doing it in front of other people.
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Olivia swallowed past the hard lump in her throat.
I couldn't believe when he propositioned we kiss before our massages but something in his request hit me like a ton of bricks. He was right, I didn't want the first time that happened to be in front of an audience either, but I never would have suggested it. He seemed to imply it wasn't how he imagined our first kiss. Had he thought about it before that weekend?
She had always tried to keep those thoughts at bay. He had been married after all, for 99% of their partnership. She couldn't deny, even before their undercover assignment, she had had erotic dreams about her partner over the years, but she specifically tried not to let her mind wander during her waking hours. The thoughts began to creep into her conscious state more after he separated from his wife.
The kiss had been better than I expected. He was warm, sensual, and very smooth. We both got lost in that kiss. I remember how good it felt when he sucked on my bottom lip, tugging on it, thankfully before it went any further the alarm for our appointment went off. It was only one kiss but it shook our entire foundation. I knew from that moment this case was going to fuck with us.
We left the apartment, making sure we looked like a couple as we took the elevator to the spa floor. A receptionist pointed us to the massage area, after checking us in, where we waited for our masseuse.
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Elliot groaned, those massages how could he forget. Fucking Antonio. And right after that kiss too. He needed his partner bundled up in a snowsuit, not half naked on a table, moaning like a sex goddess, a foot away from him.
A male masseuse greeted us in the waiting area, Antonio.
We were looking out the window when I wrapped my arms around her from behind, besides how we woke up that morning, I had done this two times the evening before and damn she felt good in my arms. I thought it might be awkward, but she felt so natural against me. I heard a door open so I kissed her robed shoulder, I just wanted us to look like a real couple at that point, I swear.
Antonio brought us to our room. My masseuse was running late but he began Detective Benson's massage.
I had seen her long tan legs in her pajamas, but now thanks to Antonio, I was seeing her naked back. Then, shit then she moved and I could see the sides of those golden mounds that I had purposely tried to avoid for the past 8 years.
My masseuse finally arrived and proceeded to give me my massage as well. Nothing out of the ordinary took place during these massages. My masseuse was very professional, Antonio was a bit flirty but we were prepared for that.
He wouldn't stop talking about how smooth, soft, and silky her skin was. She wouldn't stop moaning and groaning. Fuck those sounds, even in the moment, I knew those gasps were going to replay in my head over and over.
Antonio asked us what we were doing that afternoon and we told him we were having manicures and pedicures. He informed us his wife worked in that area. We left and got ready for lunch at the restaurant in the hotel.
Elliot stopped typing and grabbed his bottle of water from the bedside table. It was only the first full day of the undercover assignment but it was taking him hours to edit his report from his thoughts. He wondered if Olivia would struggle with it too. Or would she just turn her feelings off and become a robot?
Elliot sighed as he looked at the time and then at the slight bulge in his pants. Just reminiscing about their time together that weekend was getting him aroused. How the hell he was going to get through this whole report, he didn't know.
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We had lunch at the restaurant where we would have most of our meals. We ordered sandwiches and cuddled in the booth, nothing out of the ordinary happened. We didn't see anything suspicious, couples all around us were partaking in different levels of PDA. We weren't in the restaurant very long before it was time for our second spa service.
We arrived to our manicure appointment at 1:30 in the afternoon, there were a few other couples already embracing in the waiting room ahead of us.
I leaned against a wall and oh yeah, made out with my partner. When I put his hands on my bare knees he stumbled and found my garters and gun holster. His hand was dangerously close to my core for the first time, I didn't know how to react but thankfully we were interrupted.
We were called into our private room by our manicurist Isabella. She was very friendly, and turned out to be Antonio's wife. She explained the process to us and what would take place.
She massaged my feet and legs, perhaps taking it a bit further than one normally would. She was very flirty with me and in the end even gave me her card for a bloody threesome with her husband.
Isabella proceeded to do my hands and feet first before switching to Detective Stabler.
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Thinking about how he had discovered her gun had his boxers tenting even further. He never did get to see them on her, he highly regretted that now.
Elliot stretched his arms in front of him and cracked his knuckles, then resumed his typing.
Detective Benson received a manicure and pedicure from Isabella, while I soaked my hands and feet.
I remember staring at her strong slim hands and finding them incredibly sexy. The way they could go from handling her gun to cradling a child, was so sensual. The way Isabella was rubbing and stroking them was such a turn on. I kept chanting in my head, 'She's your partner,' but it was so hard to focus with the way she was moaning again. This was the first time I fantasized about what those hands would feel like against my skin. Isabella moved onto her feet, massaging her legs, I didn't think I could get more turned on. I'm only a man though, seeing another woman knelt between my partner's legs, stroking her strong thick thighs, like I said I'm only a man.
Once Isabella was finished with Detective Benson, she performed the same process on me. Nothing out of the ordinary happened.
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Olivia sighed as she thought about how the rest of the Friday had gone.
Isabella gave Detective Stabler a manicure and pedicure as well. She started with his hands.
I couldn't help staring at his strong forearms, a habit I knew I partook in over the years. It was a bit of a kryptonite of mine. They were so strong, highlighted by his corp tattoo, I wondered what it'd be like to trace it with my fingers, or tongue, the thought shocked me at the time. His hands were calloused and showed the scars of his past. His fingers had racy thoughts running through my head. I couldn't believe they had been inches from my core in the waiting room.
It didn't take long for Isabella to finish and we thanked her. We made our way back to our suite before dinner to freshen up.
We flirted with one another, he teased me about a threesome, I'm thankful he didn't push the subject. He complimented me on my dress and I tried not to blush at the comment. I knew I looked good in it and he seemed to agree, we knew eyes would be on us that night in the restaurant.
Olivia paused again, her eyesight going slightly blurry. She glanced at the clock, the sun would be rising soon and she was starting to feel tired enough to sleep.
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Elliot groaned, deciding he'd finish what had happened on Friday before turning in for the night.
We went to dinner in the restaurant after a quick pause in our suite. We discussed hanging out at the bar first to try to attract some attention, while we waited for our table. We proceeded to have a drink there before eating.
I couldn't take my eyes off my partner's long tanned legs. Knowing she was wearing a gun holster on her thigh was extremely sexy. She called me on it, it was like she could read my thoughts. I assumed she had got it from vice, it was so hard not to moan when she whispered in my ear that it was hers.
Her teasing got to me and that was the first moment that I used the case to my advantage. I grabbed her and kissed her, I tried to get my hands on those garters again but just as I was about to the hostess showed up and took us to our table. It was for the best, I had to regroup, my mind was starting to really stray from the case.
A hostess showed us to our table for dinner once it was ready. The service was good once again. We huddled together in the booth and talked intimately into each other's ears. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen. Just like at lunch, many other couples were engaged in embraces.
My partner kept rubbing her foot up and down my shin. I don't think she even realized it. It was very sensual, it didn't help me calm down or stop the thoughts that raced through my head.
We returned to our hotel suite at around 10pm. We were both very tired from our day. We got ready for bed separately before turning in for the night.
After the first 24 hours we had nothing suspicious to report. Nobody stood out at the time as a suspect. We were a bit surprised by how far some couples took their PDA in public places but given the kind of hotel it was, we shouldn't have been. At this point we just hoped we had attracted the attention of the perp.
Elliot saved his progress on his report, and closed his laptop. He placed it on his bedside table, taking another swish of his water before trying to get comfortable in his bed. He found it odd, this was his first time since last Thursday, when he wasn't falling asleep beside Olivia.
Maybe that was the real reason he couldn't sleep earlier. It wasn't just her body heat, he missed her, and it was killing him that she wanted her space right now.
He was still turned on from the memories that the case brought forward from writing his report, but thankfully his body was too sore and tired to act on it. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about his partner.
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She was almost done for the night, she would type for five more minutes and then turn in for some hopefully dreamless sleep.
I suggested we put a blanket between us so we didn't wake up the same way we had that morning, on top of each other, dry humping. I couldn't handle that again. I'm not blind or naïve, I knew my partner was a good looking man. His body was a temptation all on its own and I didn't need to be tempted by it in my sleep too. I normally didn't dwell on such trivial things, but the intimate contact that we had experienced that day, had me unnerved.
We arrived back in our suite and decided to call it a night. We were both tired, and knew we had a long Saturday ahead of us including another two spa sessions. At that point in the assignment, everything had gone exactly as vice had said it would. That pattern would continue on Saturday as well.
Olivia saved her document, placing her laptop on her coffee table.
That assignment had brought so many thoughts and feelings to the surface, even just 24 hours in.
Olivia stepped into her bedroom, and took off her robe, hanging it on the hook on her door before turning and slipping into her cold bed. She couldn't help missing Elliot in her bed. Shaking her head, she tried to deny it, no, she didn't miss Elliot, she just missed his body heat. Yes, that's all it was, she couldn't miss Elliot, she wasn't allowed to miss her partner. Olivia closed her eyes and prayed she didn't dream of her partner.
A/N: Hope I did this justice, I know it's a little different, let me know if you liked or hated it. All mistakes are mine.
