Summary: Liv's got a hangover, and someone else in her bed. OE
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, just having some fun.

Liv woke and snuggled a little deeper into the chest she found herself wrapped around. Then the pain hit.

"Uhnnnnnnnnnnn," she groaned.

The chest started to rumble with laughter, so she pulled one eye open.

"Hey you," Elliot said softly.

"Hey-owww," she grabbed her head.

"Yeah, I'll bet. I hope it was worth it."

"Wow," she rolled over to the edge of the bed and found three bottles of water and a bottle of aspirin waiting for her. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, then thirstily drank up one and a half bottles. She popped a couple of aspirin and sat up against the headboard. "Thanks."

"No problem. How are you feeling?"

"I haven't had a hangover this bad in years," she said, head in hands.

"Good," he said with a laugh.

"Good?"

"Maybe that'll teach you not to try to drink Jim Walsh under the table again."

"The man's a pompous jackass."

"He also has about 150 pounds on you."

"He needs to be taught a lesson," she insisted, then wondered, "Not that I mind, but why are you in my bed? We didn't…" she trailed off as she realized she said that out loud. Elliot smiled,

"No, no, nothing happened," he spoke softly now, "Well, you did puke on your couch,"

"Oh god."

"Don't worry; it was only a little. Washed right out."

"I am so sorry. You didn't have to do that."

"Well, you weren't about to do it. You were really out of it." Liv was a healthy shade of red. Elliot continued, "I wasn't about to leave you alone last night, and I had to sleep somewhere." Elliot smiled, then reached out and started to trace lines on her arm, "so, you don't mind?" Liv was caught in his eyes. She tried to think but her brain hurt too much, so she went with her heart,

"No, I don't mind," she said quietly. She knew it was the right thing to say by the sudden weight that lifted off her shoulders, and by the joy she saw on his face. She spoke again, "Thank you…for making sure I would be okay,"

Elliot grinned, and then moved up and pulled Liv back to him. She laughed a little,

"Presumptuous bastard,"

"Yeah, but you love me," he said softly.

"Yeah, I do." And she fell asleep in his arms.

The End