A/N: Hi guys! I know its been a while but my life's been crazy busy lately. So many boys, so little time. Anyway, I know this chapter is REALLY short but I promise to make it up to you! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!

Chapter 7

Olivia woke the next morning to once again find herself wrapped in strong arms. She lay there, savoring the feeling. She felt so safe, so loved laying like that. She turned to face Elliot when she felt him waking behind her.

"Hey," he said kissing her lightly.

"Hey yourself." She could feel his erection pressing into her belly and she moved against him ever so slightly. She was rewarded when she felt him twitch.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said gruffly

Her voice was teasing and innocent. "Oh? Why not?"

"Because things happen when you do that."

She smiled mischieviously at him. "Really? Like what?"

He pulled her closer, before whispering dangerously in her ear, "Wouldn't you like to know." His knee had found its way between her legs and he rubbed her gently.

Her laugh was full and throaty. "Would I ever!" With that she flipped him on his back and kissed him soundly. "Things like that?"

"Maybe," he said as his hands found their way underneath her tank top and to her breasts.

She moaned as he slid her shirt off and started kissing his way down her neck. Her hands roamed his bare back, feeling his muscles as he moved on top of her once again. He began working his way down her body, stopping to pay special attention to her nipples before moving lower. Suddenly, her alarm started blaring.

"Oh, god. We've got to get up." She reached over to shut the alarm off.

Elliot pulled her to him and kissed her hard. "Promise me we will finish this later."

"Promise," she said getting up and heading for the shower.

Olivia was still in the shower when her phone rang. "El, could you get that?" she called.

"Yeah. Hello," he said picking up the phone.

"Um, Hi," said the voice on the line. "Is Olivia there?"

"She's a little busy at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Yes. Could you please tell her that Grace called and she can reach me on my cell?"

"Sure. No problem."

While Olivia finished her shower, Elliot made breakfast and got himself ready. A call from Grace was a good sign. It meant that Grace was still serious about pursuing a relationship with Olivia. He had been concerned that she would lose interest after meeting with her a few times. Olivia had been so thrilled when Grace contacted her and he worried what would happen if Grace hadn't wanted to follow through.

"Hey, who was on the phone?" Olivia asked breaking his train of thought.

"Oh, that was Grace. She wants you to call her on her cell." He watched her closely, looking for her reaction. He was rewarded with a radiant smile.

"Did she say what she wanted?"

"Nope. Just told me to have you call her."

"K. Breakfast looks good. Trying to spoil me?"

"Yep. You deserve it," he said kissing her chastely and setting a loaded plate in front of her.

She just smiled.

It was noon before Olivia got a chance to call Grace back. She and Elliot caught a case almost as soon as they'd gotten to work and it had kept them busy the whole morning.

The phone seemed to ring forever before Grace finally answered. The chatted inocuously for a few minutes before Grace got the the reason for her call.

"Olivia, I was wondering if you would like to go to dinner on Friday with me. I want you to meet my boyfriend, Peter."

"I would love to. With my work...well, sometimes I get called out, but barring any complete disasters, I will be there." She couldn't keep the smile out of her voice.

"Great! I'll have Maggie contact you with the place and time."

"Maggie?" Olivia asked, confused at the sudden introduction to a new person in her daughter's life.

"Maggie's my personal assistant. She coodinates all my social stuff. Oh, and Olivia, I don't know if you have one, but you are welcome to bring him or that partner you mentioned."

"Ok. Thanks. I'll see you Friday." Her voice sounded strange and distant as she hung up the phone. It was begining to hit her just how far out of her frame of reference her daughter's life really was. Suddenly, dinner on Friday was just a tiny bit intimidating.