Playing Dirty--chapter 2

A/N: Again I don't own any of the characters or the game of Twister which I believe is owned by Milton Bradley or whoever.

Elliot fumbled with his key, cursing the piece of metal under his breath. "Stupid son of a…"

"You know," Olivia interrupted from her vantage point of leaning against the opposite wall, "you have to be 10 percent smarter than the object you're working with."

Elliot shot her a look before finally getting the door open. "Bingo," he said before entering the his apartment. He flipped the lights on and tossed his coat on the back of a nearby chair and collapsed on the couch. "You know, I would have kicked your ass tonight if you hadn't cheated."

Olivia froze in her current task of attempting to remove her shoes without falling flat on her face. "You can't be serious," was all she could muster to say.

"Oh I am and you know it," Elliot countered.

"Then let's finish this, if you're so sure," Olivia said boldly.

"What are you suggesting?"

Olivia thought for a second, scanning her brain for an idea. Her eyes wandered to a cabinet in the far corner; she knew Elliot kept it full of his kids games and such. With a smile, Olivia made her way to the cabinet and opened it, scouring through her choices. One thing caught her eye and she knew it was going to be an interesting night. "How about Twister?"

After both Elliot and Olivia had changed into more comfortable clothing, Olivia stealing one of Elliot's t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, the game was ready to begin.

"So how do we work this?" Elliot asked not really sure of the concept of the game.

"Have you never played Twister before?" Olivia asked surprised.

"I've watched the twins play," he admitted, "Elizabeth always seems to beat Dickie."

"Not surprised. It's a well known fact that women are more flexible than men," she boasted. "Just follow my lead." Olivia stepped onto the mat and spun the dial. "Left foot red," she said aloud and positioned herself to stand with her left foot on one of the red dots.

Elliot mimicked her move. "This doesn't seem too hard."

"Left hand green." Both moved their left hands to a green circle, surprisingly keeping their balance while doing so.

'This is going to be harder than I thought, I'm gonna have to start working the game again,' Olivia thought. She spun the dial and both moved their left foot to the blue circles.

Two more moves brought them into close quarters with one another. Elliot was nearly on top of Olivia, her back pressed against his chest. The contact of her body so close to his was beginning to drive him nuts. He could smell her shampoo, the lingering scent of vanilla, and it just made him want to grab her and take her right here. 'Keep it together,' Elliot warned himself.

Liv wasn't doing much better, she could barely keep her balance and having Elliot's hot breath on her neck was enough to drive any woman crazy. She could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took; feel the way his arm carelessly brushed across her leg as they changed positions. If he was trying to break her concentration, it was working.

"Now what Liv?" Elliot asked.

Olivia spun the dial and announced, "Right foot green."

Through careful manipulations, they got themselves into position. This time Olivia was completely under Elliot, crouched close to the ground. She could feel him hovering above her, covering her like a blanket.

"Right hand green," Olivia called the next command. She moved her hand slowly and began to feel her center of gravity slide. Desperate for something to stabilize herself with, Olivia grabbed Elliot's arm, inevitably pulling him down with her. The two crashed on the living room floor in a pile of tangled limbs, laughing hysterically.

"You cheated again!" Elliot yelled between fits.

"How did I cheat?"

"You grabbed my arm," he said. "That's cheating so I win."

Olivia couldn't believe he was being so naïve, did he really not know what she was trying to do? She had dealt with these feelings for so long, suppressing them every single day. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, possibly do to the mix of alcohol and thick sexual tension, she maneuvered herself so she was straddling Elliot's chest.

"Hey," he protested. But before he could utter another syllable Olivia attacked his lips with her own. The kiss was fiery, passionate yet delicate. Their emotions seared heating the space between their bodies. Olivia's hands found their way under Elliot's shirt, tracing the outline of muscles with her fingers.

"Liv," Elliot said between breaths. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"More than you know," she uttered before attacking his lips again. Sliding out from under her body, Elliot manages to get to his knees. Breaking their kiss, he picked Olivia up and carried her to the master bedroom and dropped her on the bed.

"Ow," she laughed. "This isn't exactly the softest bed in the world."

"Liv? Shut up," he said as he crawled on the bed and resumed the kiss. Eagerly his hands roamed Olivia's body, tracing every curve, committing it to memory. His fingers played with the hem of her shirt gently tugging it upward over her head. He tossed the shirt aside and marveled at the body in front of him.

"It's not polite to stare," Olivia whispered feeling the slightest bit self-conscious. She folded her arms across her chest.

Elliot grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. "You are beautiful, don't ever believe otherwise." He resumed the kiss, snaking his tongue into Olivia's mouth. She reciprocated, arching her chest, desperate for skin on skin contact, saddened when she realized he was still wearing his all of his clothes.

"This isn't fair," Liv whined between kisses. "You still have clothes on."

Elliot smiled at her as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Better?"

"Much," she breathed beginning to trace his muscles.

Olivia woke with the sun shining through her blinds, casting a glow on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes and realized she was not in her bedroom. 'Where am I? What the hell happened last night?' She vaguely remembered playing pool with Elliot then coming back to his place and…

"Oh…my…God…" she breathed as her memories came flooding back to her. She attempted to climb out of the bed only to find that she was restrained by a rather muscular arm slung over her waist. "Elliot!" she screamed.

"What?" he asked nearly jumping out of the bed.

Olivia nearly threw off the covers before she realized she was completely naked. "Where the hell are my clothes? Where the hell are YOUR clothes? What the hell happened last night?"

Elliot pulled the covers around his waist and sat up. "I don't remember much, but I definitely know you were amazing," he said leaning over to kiss her.

"El, this is serious!" Olivia shouted. She grabbed her clothes off the floor and attempted to dress underneath the blankets. "You do realize we could both be fired for this right?"

"Liv calm down," Elliot spoke softly.

"I can't calm down," she climbed out from under the covers fully dressed in her own clothes. "I can't deal with this right now." She looked at Elliot once before leaving the room.

Elliot sat in his bed completely stunned. He listened as his front door opened and closed again and he knew that she was gone.

Okay I know…that was pretty mean of me. I'm sure you thought you were gonna get a little bit of naughtiness, but tough. Read and Review and I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible.