A/N: sorry it took so long, moving takes a lot of time! The song is Amazing by Aerosmith.
Luv yall, Sour
Disclaimer: if you haven't figured out that they don't belong to me yet….. then this story is probably too mature for you!
The Front of My Heart
Chapter 5
"Ready to go baby?" Olivia has sidled up next to me and for a moment I don't recognize her.
Her hair has extensions in it that make it fall down past her shoulders and her eyes look dark and smoky. Part of me wishes that I really am Richard Elliot, the new Platinum bartender, so that I could grab her and never let go. Instead I settle for looping my arm tightly around her waist and pulling her against my body.
"I am when you are," I answer, letting her scent wash over me and seep into my bones.
She smiles slyly, "Then let's go, because I have a surprise for you!"
Her words send a shiver up my spine and I have to remind myself once again that this is all an act. We aren't Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson, we are Richard Elliot and Barbara Magic and we don't really exist. From the looks she's getting from other workers I'm pretty sure that her job is in the bag. She's wearing a white, lace covered camisole that has a small tie at her breasts. Her skirt is velvet and reminds me of something Maureen would wear to dance class since is wraps around her hips and ties at her side. Some Aerosmith song is resounding through the room and I can't help but notice how sexy my partner looks right now. I mentally kick myself as I spot my new boss making his way towards us.
"Rich," he calls out and I make myself smirk at him.
"Yeah Jorge?"
"Good work tonight, I'll see you tomorrow!" I see him give my partner a once over and his grin broadens.
Olivia notices how my arm tightens around her waist so she leans up and whispers something in my ear. From the look on Jorge's face I can safely bet my last dollar that it looks hot. She sends my boss a heated glance and it's obvious that he thinks that she was praising him just a moment before. In reality she said something along the lines of 'kind of short ain't he El?'
"Hi," Olivia says, her voice sounding more like a purr than anything else. "I'm Barbara Magic, my friends call me Baby!"
"It's nice to meet you Baby," he nods, giving her hand a quick kiss.
"It's nice to meet you too," she replies slipping her hand around my waist and into the pocket of my jeans, "but if you don't mind, I've got to get this big guy home. I owe him a private dance tonight."
Jorge's eyes glaze over slightly and I see him give her a second once over, which kind of defeats the title if you ask me. Even without the high heels that she's holding in her hand to stave off blisters, Liv is still taller than him. That thought makes me chuckle.
"Maybe this nice man wants to see your talents!" I murmur to her, load enough for Jorge to hear me and he chuckles along with me. Olivia blushes.
"Want isn't the word I'd use. Need is closer!" he smiles at my partner and glances meaningfully at a dancing pole which is only a few feet from us.
I look at Olivia and smile at the determined look that crosses her features, "Bring it on," she whispers and I watch as Jorge cues another Aerosmith song.
Olivia waltzed over to the pole and took her first spin.
I kept the right ones out
And let the wrong ones in
Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins
There were times in my life
When I was goin' insane
Tryin' to walk through
The pain
The music seemed to move her whole body easily, she just swayed and turned and rolled and my mouth dropped to the floor.
When I lost my grip
And I hit the floor
Yeah, I thought I could leave but couldn't get out the door
I was so sick and tired
Of a livin' a lie
I was wishin' that I
Would die
She takes another spin on the pole, her back arched outward and her head back. When her spin ends, her head snaps forward with the music and our eyes lock. Her dancing is seriously affecting me and I know it's got to show.
It's Amazing
With the blink of an eye you finally see the light
It's Amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's Amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight
She's amazing and I keep holding her eyes, not bothering to watch her body move anymore. Her skirt is rather short and I wonder if she planned it that way. Did she know that she would be doing an open audition.
That one last shot's a Permanent Vacation
And how high can you fly with broken wings?
Life's a journey not a destination
And I just can't tell just what tomorrow brings
She pushes her hips into a turn and I can't help but notice that her legs look deliciously long on the stage.
You have to learn to crawl
Before you learn to walk
But I just couldn't liten to all that righteous talk
I was out on the street,
Just a tryin' to survive
She takes one last spin that I can't even begin to describe and hops down from the stage, ignoring the end of the song. She walks towards Jorge and I and I watch him try to hide the lust in his eyes.
"So?" she asks, her cop attitude peaking through and making her that much more tempting. I force myself to conjure up my wife's face.
"Gorgeous," my boss gasps out, waving his hand to stop the music. "Can you start tomorrow along with your boyfriend?"
Olivia squeals and launches herself at me and we almost topple backwards from the force of her jump. Instead I feel her wrap her arms around my neck as I grab a hold of her hips and I feel her lips touch mine. It's a wild kiss that leaves me wanting more but I know that it's just for show. People need to believe that we're sleeping together.
"I'll take that as a yes!" he mumbles to himself, "I'll see you lovebirds tomorrow!"
We link arms and head to Richard Elliot's old, rust red Camaro.
OOO
"I'm Velvet, you must be the new girl, Baby, right?" A tall black girl extends her hand to Olivia and I watch their conversation from my spot at the bar. I get a break in about twenty minutes and I intend to find out what the two girls are talking about.
"Jack and Coke," one of the bouncers demands, slipping into an empty seat. I slide a glass towards him and watch him start to slowly nurse it.
I think his name is Craig but I could be wrong. "Hard night?" I ask and he nods in response.
"You have no idea!" he replies, finishing his drink and motioning for another.
"Why's that?" I ask him, sliding him another glass.
He catches it, spilling a little alcohol onto the bar and glares at me. "Why should I sit around discussing my problems with you like a bunch of bitches?" I shrug and start to turn away before he stops me. "My girlfriend and I had a fight, a big one, and I haven't heard from her in two days!"
Something tells me to pry deeper. "What's her name?" I ask, sliding Craig another drink.
"Estelle, Estelle Milling."
It feels as though someone poured anti-freeze into my veins and my blood runs cold.
Craig shoots me a strange look, "What?" he asks,
"Didn't you know?" is all I can say quietly, we didn't talk to the media so the woman's death was a mystery to the public but our squad had contacted Platinum about her death.
"Know what?" his voice is taking on a deadlier tone and I have the urge to take a step backwards.
"She was found dead yesterday morning!"
Craig's face twists into a mask of pain and he hobbles away from the bar as though he's going to throw up. Poor soul probably is. I think I'd have a heart attack if I got news like that about Liv. One thing bugs me about this though. Why didn't he know she was dead? Surely Platinum would want its employees to exert caution outside, especially since there are now two dead girls from this club. So why wasn't Craig informed? Why did he think that she was just skipping work? What did they fight about?
Liv makes her way over to the bar, she's already danced four times tonight and she gets a break for awhile. She orders a shot of tequila and downs it quickly, smiling slightly. I notice a few customers staring at us so I lean forward and press my lips to hers, tasting the tequila. Her tongue sneaks out and touches mine. I groan and pull back.
"What have you found out?" I whisper, signaling to the other bartender that I'll be right back. He nods and Liv and I head to a secluded corner.
I lean against the wall and she presses her body to mine, my hands grasp her hips and she wraps her arms around my neck we intersperse words with kisses to make it look natural.
"Estelle Millings and her boyfriend had a huge fight before she died. Apparently she said that someone was making her uncomfortable and threatening her. Craig, her boyfriend, didn't believe her."
I nod, "Craig didn't know she was dead, he thought she was just skipping work." I notice Jorge turning our way and I grab her face in my hands and make love to her mouth with my tongue. He turns away, satisfied that we aren't doing anything suspicious.
"Velvet knew," Olivia says, her eyes fixed to my lips, I kiss her once more because I feel like it. "Why didn't Craig."
"Maybe someone was covering for whoever threatened or scared Estelle!" I offer and place a soft kiss to her throat.
She nods and presses closer to me, "that makes sense!" I sink my teeth gently into her skin and hear her gasp.
"You two lovebirds having fun?" Jorge asks quietly and I nearly die of a heart attack. He came out of nowhere. "You might want to go mingle, people will think you're up to something! Baby, I need you back on main stage in fifteen minutes."
Olivia nods and kisses me once more before hurrying to change her clothes.
Jorge sends me a toothy grin and points to the bathroom. "You may want to go cool down. Take as long as you need!" before sauntering off towards his little office.
tbc…