Layover--Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry this one has taken so long but I have to admit that I've lost interest in this story. But I'm going to try to finish it and do it well. Of course a few hundred reviews would defiantly make this process a lot easier and quicker ;)

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Olivia smiled as she heard the words Elliot spoke. He thought she was asleep but she was conscious enough to hear him confess the feelings that she herself had been harboring for so long. To finally hear them put into words and spoken so softly that she thought she was hearing things was exactly what Olivia had been hoping for. She couldn't stop the grin from gracing her face. "I love you too," she whispered before closing her eyes.

Nearly two hours later the pair awoke, still entangled in each other's limbs. "Good morning," Olivia yawned.

"Morning?" Elliot laughed. "Liv it's nearly 2 o'clock in the afternoon."

"Oh," Olivia giggled. "So I'm a little off. Sue me."

Elliot laugh softly as his fingers began kneading the soft flesh of Olivia's shoulder. "Do you think we should call the airport and try to get a flight back to New York?"

She thought for a moment. "You know, we do have another 3 days off, so I was thinking we could stay in D.C. for a while. I've never been in this city before."

"Really?" Elliot asked.

"Have you?"

"Kathy and I brought the kids here a few times," he divulged. "Maureen loved the Smithsonian. She always did have an interest in science."

"Guess that would be why she's going to school for crime scene analysis, huh?"

Elliot lifted his head and looked at Olivia with furrowed brows. "How did you know that?"

Olivia smiled, "I know a lot more about your family than you think." At Elliot's questioning look Olivia elaborated, "I know that Maureen wants to work for the NYPD even though you want to keep her as far away from that world as possible. I know that Kathleen has had the same boyfriend for two years and that scares the hell out of you. I know that Lizzie and Dickie are always competing with each other over everything and you wonder if they'll end up at odds with each other. And I know that Kathy has been seeing someone for a while now and even though you act happy it's killing you inside."

Elliot merely laid there and stared as this woman seemed to be reading his thoughts directly from his brain. He knew Olivia cared about his family but he had no idea she had actually been listening when he had spilled his guts to her. At a loss for words, all Elliot could do was take hold of Olivia's face and drag her into a mind numbing, emotion filled kiss.

"What was that for?" Olivia asked through gasps of air.

"For being you," Elliot answered. After a long silence filled with a few more sporadic light-hearted kisses the pair decided to take the day exploring the city, spending one last day together before their inevitable return to New York.

"I hate this weather," Olivia mumbled glancing out the window. Although most of the snow was gone, save for a few white spots here and there, the air was chilled to the point of what felt like absolute zero. "We're going to freeze our asses off out there."

Elliot laughed before circling around behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't worry, I'll keep you warm."

"I thought we decided to keep the touchy feeling things behind closed doors?" she laughed covering his hands with her own. Olivia's fingertips absently traced the tiny scars on Elliot's knuckles and up past his wrist.

"No one in this city knows us Olivia," Elliot whispered seductively into her ear. "We can do anything here. Be anyone we want." He paused before bringing his hands upward to cup her breasts through her shirt. "We can be as touchy feely as we want."

Olivia held back a moan that threatened to fall from her lips. 'Two can play at that game buddy,' she thought wickedly. She spun in Elliot's arms so she was now facing him and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies closer together. "So you wouldn't be against sneaking a little kiss in front of the White House?" Elliot nodded in the negative. "How about in front of the Capital building?" Again Elliot nodded. Olivia began walking them backwards, keeping a close eye on Elliot's face as well as the distance to the bed that lingered a few feet behind them "So you're saying you wouldn't have a problem with a few mutual displays of public affection?"

"No problem here," Elliot said huskily.

"Good," Olivia laughed as she felt Elliot's body stopped against the bed. She removed her hands from his neck and placed them firmly on his chest before pushing him backwards. Elliot's body had barely touched the mattress before Olivia hoisted herself onto the bed, straddling his body. "So you wouldn't have any objections to me pushing you down on the steps of the Lincoln memorial and riding you until you scream my name?"

Elliot was speechless as he laid there with his partner of seven years straddling his hips and talking about things that would not only get them arrested but get both of their asses fired. It was like a dream come true.

Olivia could see the desire and lust in his eyes. She leaned down bringing her face only inches away from Elliot's, her lips nearly brushing his own. "Well we can't do any of that unless we get out of this hotel room." Quicker than she was on him, Olivia was off the bed and into the bathroom. "Better get ready," she added before shutting the door on a very stunned and confused Elliot.

"Payback's a bitch. Just remember that!" he called into the silence. Olivia's excited laughter echoed through the room.