Layover--Chapter 6
A/N: Wow so it has been quite some time since I've updated this thing. Not too sure why. I kinda lost feeling for the story, but I think I've regained my muse. Little sucker was hiding in the bottom of my closet under a year's worth of clothes and dust. But I think I'm back on track now. Hope you enjoy!
Olivia cracked her eyes slightly, quickly slamming them shut against the bright sun that was streaming in through the windows adjacent to the bed. She pulled the blankets tighter and snuggled closer to Elliot's body, wiggling her body against his.
"Liv, don't do that," came Elliot's sleepy voice.
"Do what?" she asked innocently, wiggling her bottom against his pelvis feeling him harden against her.
"Ugh," he groaned grabbing her hips and holding them still. When his hands came into contact with the bare skin of Olivia's hips she left out a soft gasp. 'Let's see how you like a dose of your own medicine,' he thought with an evil grin. Before Olivia could protest he slid his hand up her stomach to cup her breast.
"Elliot," she moaned. "Don't stop."
Fueled by the sound of her voice he brought his mouth to her neck as he continued to roll her nipple between his fingers. Olivia moaned softly, reaching behind her to grab his head. She brought his lips form her neck to her lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth and tasting what was purely Elliot. His fingers danced across her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered before kissing the spot just behind her ear that Elliot knew would drive her crazy.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Let's move this somewhere else."
"Where did you have in mind?" Elliot asked, sliding his fingers from her breast lazily down her torso.
Olivia grabbed his hand before he could get any farther, "What d'you say we try out that shower?"
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Olivia stood a few feet from the roaring fireplace staring blankly at the flames. She reflected on the last few hours and smiled to herself. The encounter was so fresh in her mind that she could almost feel Elliot's hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her to him, running his fingertips along her skin.
"Thinking of me?" Elliot asked, sliding his arms around her waist from behind and bringing his chin to rest against her shoulder.
"How did you know?" she asked playfully.
"Well I saw that flushed look on your face--knew you had to be reliving last night."
"And what makes you think I wasn't reliving some other experience?" Olivia asked playfully. Elliot dropped his arms immediately and stalked away. "Oh come on you big baby," Olivia laughed. "You know I was only kidding."
Elliot feigned hurt. "That could have really damaged my ego there Liv."
"Poor baby. Do I have to stroke your ego to make it better?" she laughed before wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Her other hand found its way between their bodies and cupped him gently.
Elliot groaned feeling himself harden by just her touch, "Not exactly my ego you're stroking there."
"My mistake," she smiled bringing her lips back to his.
Elliot gathered enough coherent thought to be able to walk them backwards until they fell onto the bed. He rolled Olivia onto her back, their lips still locked, and positioned himself just off to her right side so he was not smothering her.
"Elliot," Liv breathed. "I gotta know something."
"What's that?" Elliot asked while peppering her neck with kisses.
"Is this all gonna end when we go back to New York?" she asked.
Elliot stopped his ministrations and looked her square in the eye. "They'll separate us you know."
"I know."
"Cragen will have a fit."
"He probably will," Olivia admitted with a sigh.
"So will IAB," Elliot added. "They've been looking for a reason to fire me, you know?"
Olivia had to laugh. It was a well known fact that Elliot had a long running war with any member of IAB. They were constantly butting head. "But what if he doesn't know?"
"Are you suggesting that we keep this a secret?" Elliot asked.
"Would it really be that hard? We'd just have to keep all the touchy feely stuff behind closed doors," she suggested.
"Mm hmm." Elliot took a moment to consider this idea before turning back to his partner. "I like the idea of touchy feely." Not waiting for her smart remark he crushed his lips to her own and slid his hand underneath the tank top she was wearing.
"You're going to be the death of me," Olivia sighed as she felt his fingers graze her breast.
"But in a good way right?" Elliot asked with a smirk.
"Definitely."
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"Ok…thank you…uh huh…thank you very much," Olivia sighed and hung up the phone.
"Well?" Elliot asked form his vantage point of the bed.
"Flights are back up and running again," she sighed. "But I just couldn't bring myself to book us two seats back to New York."
"New York? What about Miami?" Elliot asked. "There's still two days of that conference left."
Olivia looked at him like he had grown a second head. "You can't be serious."
"Why not?" Elliot asked with amusement. "Think about it. That conference is a week long; if we show up in the last two days no one would even know we were cops. We could get a free trip to Miami and not even have to attend the stupid thing."
"And you actually think that would work?" Olivia asked.
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Well let's think, shall we?" she began with an heir of confusion. "Our rooms were reserved for the conference and I'm fairly certain all the rooms are together. So that right there would set us apart. Plus we're flying on the Brass's bill. If we continue to Miami they'll want to hear a report on the conference."
Elliot thought for a moment before sighing in resignation, "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am," she climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Elliot. "I thought you would have figured that out by now."
Elliot laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body next to his. "So what should we do to fill our time?"
"Can't we just stay like this?" she asked in a sleepy tone. "I think you wore me out."
"And how did I do that?" Elliot asked in an innocent tone. His hand found its way underneath her shirt and rested against the bare skin of her stomach.
"If you don't know how," she laughed, "then I'm sure as hell not going to tell you." They lay there for a few minutes, neither talking but merely enjoying each other's company. Olivia felt her eyes become heavy and start to droop.
Elliot knew she was asleep as her breathing evened out and her muscles relaxed. He continued to rub his fingers absently across the flesh of her stomach, feeling its silky texture beneath his fingertips. Before his sleep set in, Elliot kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you Liv."
There you go kiddies! Well next week is spring break, but I'll try to write another chapter between the drinking binges. Just kidding, but I will be indisposed for a few days. Gonna spendsome time with my girls down at the beach!
