REWRITE 8
Olivia Benson woke up with as sense of excitement in her veins. She could feel the warm male body pressed against her back.
"Now this is more like it" she thought to herself.
She turned eagerly to her bedmate'
"Hi Brad" she purred.
Brad Pitt looked a little confused, but also a little delighted at being in bed with a beautiful woman. "Hey, gorgeous" he whispered, "This is a pleasant surprise. What's this about?"
Olivia smiled, "Aw, Brad, don't ask questions…all you have to do is make mad passionate love to me for at least 2 pages. Think you can handle it."
Brad shrugged, "Sure, when do we start?"
Olivia smiled and lunged for him, "Right about now"…
Goddamn Brad Pitt and his "That's not the way Jennifer did it, or Jen used to do it this way". Well, he can go rot….I'll keep looking. Her gaze fell on the Firemen of New York calendar that was 3 years old and permanently stuck on Mr. April. He was dressed in yellow slicker cover-alls, the top half hung down below his waist, revealing his muscular chest. One hand rested on his hip, his thumb tucked in the waistband of the cover-alls while his other arm rested lightly against the Fire Engine, his muscles rippling.
Grrrooooooooowwwwwwwwwwlllllll, he'll do