Seven Days

Part 3

Rated: R for sexual situations and language

Author's note: Remember their bodies have been switched…LoL It's not that I think you readers are dumb, just a friendly reminder is all.

Monica looked at the book that sat on the coffee table and then down at her wristwatch. Her eyes went wide and she suddenly stood up. She muttered something under her breath about being late for a charity lunch and without another word she almost ran out of the room. Olivia looked at Elliot and told him to stay there and see if he could find any more information in that book. She knew that Monica probably knew more then she was letting on so she decided to follow her up to her room. She went up the left side of the staircase and walked down the hall until she heard Monica cussing as she pulled on her dress. Olivia entered the room and came up behind her.

"Need some help?" She offered, unable to take her eyes off of Monica's perfect body. Monica's back was to her and she was only wearing a pair of black panties. Her ass looked marvelous and Olivia sighed wishing that she had an ass that nice. Monica turned and looked at her, her chest fully exposed and a look on her face like she couldn't care less that someone had seen her topless.

"Yeah this thing is really tight I just have to suck it in." Monica laughed and took a deep breath in and pulled the dress up. It was a long black gown that had an open back and would clasp just behind her neck. The bottom part of the gown was loose and flowing, the only part that was tight was from the waist up. She pulled the top part up and reached behind her neck to clasp it but she couldn't seem to get it right and groaned in frustration. "Can you get this clasp?"

"Sure." Olivia replied and walked up behind her and moved her hands towards Monica's neck. Monica let her hands drop and let Olivia work. Olivia could smell her now that she was so close, she smelled like roses and once again she found herself getting turned on. She didn't get why a woman would turn her on, surely she was the same person just in a different body, shouldn't women turn her off? She guessed that since she was in a male body then the pheromones would hit her differently, after all as far as she knew Elliot wasn't gay. When she finished snapping the dress together Monica turned and looked at her.

"You know, you're cute for a guy." Monica said and then winked at her and went over to her vanity and sat down on the stool in front of it. She reached for a compact and opened it up and started to apply powder to her face, "I usually don't go for men but I mean I would totally do you." She added and then shut the compact and reached for her lipstick. Olivia was caught completely off guard by that comment; obviously the woman was very vocal.

"Excuse me?"

"I said you were hot as a guy." Monica repeated in simpler terms, she turned to look at Olivia and stood up. Olivia looked down at her, but only slightly Monica was almost as tall as she was in Elliot's body. They stood there looking at each other like that for a moment when Monica moved in and kissed her on the lips. Instead of overreacting or pushing her away Olivia kisses back, wrapping her strong arms around Monica, even deepening the kiss. Monica slid her hand down into Olivia's pants and started to stroke the increasingly hardening member. Olivia groaned, sure she had touched guys but she never imagined that it felt so good. She couldn't let this happen, it wasn't her body to play with, besides she didn't even like women. She pulled away and took a few steps back; Monica looked up at her and smiled a big smile. "You liked that didn't you?"

"Well…I…"

"I know you're partner is downstairs and unfortunately I have to go, I'm late as it is. You have my number and if you ever want to know what it feels like to be on the other side of fucking I'll be here." Monica grabbed a matching black purse from her dresser and started to walk out of the room, "When I get home, assuming that I'm not drunk, I'll go through my books and see if I can find any other information for you okay?"

"Uh…"

"Let me show you out." Monica walked out of the bedroom and after Olivia adjusted her crotch trying to make it look like she wasn't aroused, she followed. They got to the bottom of the stairs and Olivia called for Elliot. As soon as she saw him she felt her face flush with embarrassment, of course there was no way for him to know what she had done in his body, but she felt like he knew anyway. She looked away from him after he gave her an odd look. They said their goodbyes and left the house, and Elliot was still giving her an odd look.

"What?"

"Why do you look like you're guilty or something?" Elliot said as he got to the passenger's side of the car. Olivia unlocked the door and looked back at the door that Monica had left from. She watched Monica walk to the limo that was waiting on the street; before she got in she winked at Olivia and disappeared. "She just winked at you!"

"It's nothing, really, inside joke." Olivia replied and then got into the car after Elliot. She sat down and put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Elliot still continued to give her an odd look. She rolled her eyes and pulled the car out and looked at him, "Where do we go now?"

"An inside joke? You've known her for all of 5 minutes!"

"Shut up." She muttered, "Where are we going?"

"Home." He replied, "Your place or mine?" He looked over at her and she looked at him for a moment and smiled slightly. Should she tell him what Monica did to her up in her room? Should she even be thinking about actually taking Monica up on her offer? She knew that she'd probably never get a chance like this again but on the other hand she might be stuck in Elliot's body forever she didn't know that. Then again the bracelet only said seven days, so maybe it would only be a week. Could she really use Elliot's body for pleasure? Would he really WANT her to sleep with Monica in his body? All the questions she had were messing with her head and causing a dull pain behind her eyes.

"My place, I think I need to lay down." She replied softly and then let her mind drift back to Monica. She really DID want to know what it was like to be on the other side of sex, how guys worked, what it felt like. It really interested her to think that she could be the one fucking and not the one getting fucked for once. Elliot sighed and started to think that he had an idea of what went on up there, but decided not to say anything until she brought it up.

When they got back to her place she didn't say a word to him and instead walked into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed. He followed her after pulling off the shoes that he thought was uncomfortable, and sat down next to her. She looked at him and rolled over so she wasn't facing him anymore, she had a lot of thinking to do and she didn't want to have to do it with him right there. After a moment of staring into space she turned to look at him.

"I'm going to take a shower, I didn't get one in this morning cause of…well you know…do you mind?" He said and pulled off the turtleneck he was wearing. She looked at him in her bra and smiled slightly. It looked like he was going to take a shower whether she said yes or not.

"Yeah sure but two rules, don't use all the hot water cause I need to take one, and DON'T you DARE be touching things, alright?" She laughed a little and he rolled his eyes and stood up. He unzipped his pants and slid them off and kicked them off to the side, "Hey! The floor is not a hamper!"

"Oh be quiet." He said to her and then headed into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Once she heard it closed she reached for the phone on her bedside table and picked it up. She took out the card Monica had slipped into her pocket and looked at it for a moment. When she heard the water start to run she turned the phone on and dialed the number. She knew Monica wasn't going to be home but she wanted to leave a message anyway, she wouldn't feel right actually having a conversation with her about this subject.

"Hi Monica this is Olivia," She said softly when the voice mail picked up, she then listened for a moment, the water in the bathroom was still running so she guessed she was safe, "I think I want to take you up on your offer, if you're still interested then give me a call." She then left the number for her cell phone so the call wouldn't come directly to the house and hung up. She smiled to herself and then lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

The next thing she knew Elliot, who was wearing only a towel, was waking her up. She groaned as her eyes came into focus and blinked a few times. There he was in her body looking absolutely perfect and for the moment all she wanted to do was be with him. It didn't matter that they weren't in their rightful bodies she was attracted to him because of his soul, his personality, even if he was another woman she thought she could fall in love with him.

"How long were you in the shower?" She yawned and then reached for the cell phone that was in her back pocket. She opened it and looked at the screen, no one had called yet, not that she was actually expecting Monica to call her back so quickly.

"15 minutes," He said but it was clear to her that he was lying, "I didn't want to wake you up, I look so peaceful when I'm sleeping." He said and she rolled her eyes and closed the phone and slipped it back into her pocket.

"So what do you want to do now?" She said and then yawned, she looked at the watch that Elliot always wore on his wrist. It was barely 1:00 in the afternoon, they had to kill time because Elliot didn't want to go into the station in switched bodies and she didn't know if she wanted to go in now or not.

"Take a shower first," He said to her and then stood up and started to rifle through her drawers looking for something else to wear. She pulled herself out of bed and headed for the bathroom; if she was going to be with Monica later then she would definitely have to smell good. "And shave while you're at it…do you need help?"

"I shave my legs all the time I'm sure I can figure out how to shave my face." She called back at him and then closed the bathroom door. Now it was time to get ready for Monica.

About an hour, and a few cuts to her face later, she emerged from the bathroom feeling stupid that she could shave her legs and not her face. Of course she didn't shave Elliot's legs, that would just be too weird. She was proud that she didn't take time to stop and play with her new appendage, besides she figured that she'd be doing enough of that later in the night. She got dressed and went into the bedroom but Elliot wasn't there.

"Elliot where are you?" She called and then looked into the mirror, she didn't like that she had sliced his face up so much, maybe he wouldn't notice.

"In here," He called and so she walked out of the bedroom and found him sitting on the couch reading a book. She smiled slightly and sat down next to him. It was a book that she had already read, one of Monica's books actually. It was called The Rosewood Box. The book was about a rather extreme method of revenge, one that ended in murder. It was a good book, usually she didn't like horror or extreme death but Monica had managed to suck her in with a third book. "You read this book?"

"No I just had it sitting around for fun." Olivia said to him and started to mess with her, his, hair. It was still a little wet, he hadn't bothered to use the hair dryer, so she knew that it would soon become frizzy and unmanageable. "Good isn't it?"

"Oh yeah, Monica really knows how to write a good story." He replied slowly not bothering to put the book down to talk to her. She watched him for another minute and started to think that she would go crazy if Monica didn't call soon. She wanted to get out of the apartment and be alone because she was also thinking that if she stayed with him for much longer she would tell him what she was planning to do. She already had the feeling that he wasn't going to like it very much but if he didn't find out then he wouldn't get hurt. She couldn't believe she was keeping something like this from him, but she wanted a new sexual experience, even if that meant telling a little white lie.

"Hey do you have the keys to your house? I'd like to change into something clean." She said, he didn't look up at her instead he motioned to the counter and sort of grunted a response. She nodded and walked over to the counter to pick up the keys. "You'll be okay here right?" Once again he grunted a response that sounded like a yes so she grabbed her car keys and walked out of the apartment building. Maybe if she stopped at a bar and had a drink she would feel better about what she was going to do.

End Part 3