Happy Holiday Hookups
Summary: Casey convinces Olivia to invite Lake and Stabler over to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, especially since it will be Stabler's first Thanksgiving alone. Thanks to takeout, and a seemingly endless amount of alcohol, chaos ensues.
A/N: Takes place in season 9, or November 2007, pre-Olivia chopping off her pretty brown locks, and post-Elliot signing his divorce papers.
A/N 2: Two scenes might seem familiar to a TV watcher. If you know, you know ;) I've never read a fic that was inspired by this other show's episode (season 6, episode 6), and quite frankly that's surprising. Also season 1, episode 13, feel free to guess in the reviews/comment section if you think you know what show it is. If anyone knows if there are others fics inspired by those two episodes, please feel free to correct me bc I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I've changed the details from those episodes, just kept the general idea. The thanksgiving day parade obviously takes place during the day, so Olivia TiVo'ed it.
Disclaimer: Oh the things they'd be doing if I did.
Chapter 03: Seven, Seven, SEVEN!
Detective Olivia Bensons Apartment, Manhattan, Thursday November 22nd 2007, Evening
"Wouldn't it be nice to actually attend the parade in person?" Lake asked the other three people in the room, he was feeling loose, the alcohol they had been consuming over the last few hours was starting to have an effect on him. He was generally a very private man, closed off to most people. But he was also new to the unit, and wanted to get to know his colleagues. Especially the fiery red headed ADA, currently drinking beside him.
"You've never seen it in person?" Casey replied surprised, from her seat beside him on Olivia's couch.
"Only as a uni, doesn't really count if you have to work at it," Chester took the opportunity to lay his arm over the back of the couch, behind Casey's head.
"So Lake, tell us more about you," Casey couldn't help it, she was intrigued by the new Detective. She was use to being hit on by perps, but a lot of men took one look at her job, and backed away, unable to handle a mature, successful, career-oriented woman. Lake had been a nice surprise. She didn't know how professional it was, but he had no problem flirting with her in the SVU squad room the day they met.
Casey turned her attention to the other two Detectives in the room, who were seated together on the smaller sofa. Both their body's coiled, their muscles, and expressions tensed, as they tried not to touch one another. They were both dividing their focus from the TV, to her and Chester. She rolled her eyes, talk about flirting in inappropriate places, she thought.
"What do you want to know?" Chester asked, wanting to open up, but not sure how much he wanted to divulge.
"Are you single?" Olivia spoke up from the other couch, as Elliot's head whipped around to stare at her. Olivia ignored Elliot, he didn't know that when Casey set the whole night up, that she had practically begged Olivia to ask the new Detective certain questions.
"Why do you care?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at her. He knew Olivia had a strict 'no dating other members of the squad,' policy, but he also knew that she had broken that promise to herself, at least once. He wondered if she'd be willing to break it again?
Olivia shrugged, "Just curious, it's a pretty normal question if you're a single person, it'd be weird if a married person like you asked someone if they were single."
Elliot waved his bare ring finger in her face, "Hello! I am single too remember."
Olivia took a sip of her beer, "Yes for now," she mumbled.
Elliot heard her comment, "What's that suppose to mean?"
Olivia chose to ignore the man squeezed into the corner of her love seat. "So Chester girlfriend at home? Wife? Boyfriend?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows up, and down, as Casey giggled beside him.
"Hah, no currently single, it's not easy dating, with being a cop, some women are turned off by it, or too turned on. Then you throw in the long unpredictable hours and well…" Lake trailed off.
"Oh we know it," Casey nodded, and tipped her drink towards Olivia.
"Hey I'm single too!" Elliot reminded them again.
Casey took a gulp of her beer, "Doesn't count you've been single for like a minute Stabler, you don't know the struggle."
"Are you joking? If anything it's even worse for me, I've got more baggage than all of you, hell the last date I went on, I got change back from a $10 bill," Elliot grumbled.
Olivia and Casey stared at each other for a moment, "Yeah I guess you are pretty rusty,"Casey conceded.
"Wait-huh, I never said rusty, just complicated," Elliot couldn't help staring at Olivia as he used that word.
"No no, you're right, I mean when's the last time you flirted with a woman, with the intent of following through?" Casey inquired.
"I know how to flirt Novak," Elliot huffed, feeling a barrage of emotions bubbling just below the surface.
"And not to get too personal but your ex didn't seem like that 'lady on the streets, freak in the sheets,' kinda woman," Casey continued.
"I know you have 4 kids, but it sounds like it's been awhile, women expect more now a days Stabler," Casey explained.
Elliot squinted his eyes, he turned his attention to his surprisingly quiet partner beside him. "Is that true?" he muttered, keeping his voice low.
Olivia slowly nodded.
She saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped.
"Told yah!" Casey exclaimed, having watched their interaction. Women are taking control in the boardroom, and the bedroom. We aren't timid little creatures anymore."
"So what is it that you lady's want?" Elliot was thankful that Lake asked that question.
"Personally? I want a man. Not some sweet choir boy. I wanna come home after a long day at work, I want to eat shitty takeout, then have a man toss me around for a couple hours, have me so exhausted, that I sleep until my alarm goes off the next morning. I don't want to have to direct his every move, or give him positive confirmations every time he does something good. I want a guy to come in, and take control, be confident in himself, do things so that I don't have to make any choices, or think, for a few hours," Casey explained.
There was a moment of silence, the only sound coming from Olivia's TV.
"Ummm, does that work for you too?" Chester questioned.
He watched her shrug her shoulders, "Guess so. Or I don't know maybe it's just me, but I'd like a guy who's confident enough with his own manhood, to let me take control, be on top in the bedroom sometimes."
"I'll drink to that," Casey grinned widely.
Elliot couldn't find the words to respond, he was too busy trying to erase the image his partner had unknowingly created in his mind, of her in bed, her bare back on full display as she straddled an unknown man. Suddenly she wasn't sitting on top of some stranger, it was his face smiling looking up at her.
"So if there was one area that all, or at least most men are a complete let down at, what would it be?" Chester was clearly digging for more information from two knowledgeable sources.
Elliot squirmed, he was starting to feel warm despite the freezing cold temperatures, and snow falling outside.
He watched as Olivia, and Casey seemed to think hard about their answers.
"Foreplay?" Olivia questioned.
"Yeah, yeah the buildup, men seem to think they can squeeze our breasts once, rub their thigh against our cores, and bam, we're good to go!" Casey agreed, and expanded on what Olivia had answered.
"Don't get me wrong, it doesn't have to go on for hours, but men definitely fail 90% of the time, at properly prepping their lady," Casey stated.
"Huh, well don't stop there! Why don't you show us?" Chester suggested, suddenly seeing three different sets of eyebrows fly up in surprise. He realized how they interpreted his last sentence.
"Oh no no no, I mean teach us, tell us what women like, too bad you don't have a whiteboard Benson," Lake joked.
Casey popped up from the couch, "Liv, you got a notepad I can use?"
Olivia nodded, "Kitchen, top drawer beside the fridge."
"Yo-you guys can't be serious?" Elliot was barely surviving the current conversation. He didn't think he'd be able to control his body if he had to listen to intimate details of what got his sexy, smart, single partner going.
They had all consumed a large amount of alcohol, none of them would have partaken in their current conversation while sober.
"So," Casey began walking back into the living room, "This is a woman's body," she showed her drawing to the other three people in the room.
"And these are our main erogenous areas, although try to remember not every woman is exactly the same," Casey continued, numbering particular spots on the sketched body, from one to seven.
"Wait, wait, if every woman isn't the same then how are we suppose to know where to touch them?" Elliot asked, already feeling confused.
Casey grinned widely, "Excellent question Elliot! And may I say, I encourage you to ask questions as we go through my lesson."
Olivia laughed at the serious way Casey was taking this topic.
"As I was saying though Elliot, experimenting together to find what areas on your partner make her toes curl, well that's the best part!" Casey couldn't help herself as she put an emphasis on the word partner, and flicked her eyes between the two Detectives sharing the small sofa. "And not just as a couple, most woman know their sensitive spots through their own self experimentation, if you get my drift?" Casey quirked an eyebrow, Elliot was beet red, Olivia was watching the TV refusing to make eye contact with anyone, and Chester had a light sheen of sweat developing on his forehead.
"Can you see?" Casey held up the notebook for the guys, and Olivia, who shot a quick glance her way before focusing on the parade again.
They all nodded.
"Perfect so, in my opinion you could start with a little one," Casey wrote the number down beside her drawing.
"Then a two, more one, and again two. Two, then back to one. A little two, a little one, three, four. Four, four, some five, back to two, two, three, five, six. Oh yes six, mmmm, give me some five, five, two, two, four, four, six, six, oh more now seven, six, seven, two, two, four, four, two, seven, seven, SEVEN! Casey went quiet, closing her eyes she relaxed against the couch cushions, dropping the pad of paper on the end table between the two sofas. Breathing deeply she held up seven fingers.
The three detectives in the room were silent as they stared at the red head. The only sound coming from Olivia's television.
"Um wow," Chester gulped loudly, having a front row seat to Casey's lesson left him feeling slightly uncomfortable below his belt.
Olivia grabbed her discarded notebook, examining it up close herself, she could feel Elliot looking at it over her shoulder.
Al Roker, and Meredith Viera came on the tv, hosting the Thanksgiving parade, providing a safe source of sound in the otherwise quiet room.
"Any questions?" Casey asked, her words were beginning to slur.
Olivia absentmindedly began writing down her own number sequence. She could hear Chester, and Casey conversing on her other sofa. Sneaking a peak at the man beside her, she was thankful his attention seemed to be glued to the hosts on TV.
Olivia glanced at her watch. "It's getting late," she declared, placing her notebook back on the end table. "I'm going to call it a night," she said as she stood up.
"Are you guys good out here? Elliot you know where the extra linens, and bedding are?" Olivia addressed the other people in the room.
"Mmhm, I'll be fine," Elliot nodded. Lake happened to live just a block away, and was planning to walk home. Casey was going to share Olivia's bed with her, leaving Elliot on her couch. They had all drank too much to drive, and the snow was coming down harder than ever. None of them wanted to risk their lives in a New York City taxi.
"I'm coming, night guys!" Casey called as she stumbled after Olivia.
"Holy shit," Lake laughed when they heard Olivia's bedroom door close.
"This night is going to be burned into my memory forever!" Lake confessed as he got up, to get his jacket and boots.
Elliot turned the TV off, "Yeah it definitely took an unexpected turn."
Elliot walked Lake to the door, "You sure you're good man?"
"Yeah yeah, I'll text you, let you know I made it home okay. And let's face it, I could use the walk in the cold air," Lake chuckled.
"And on that note, have a good one, and try to get some sleep," Elliot laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I know what I'll be dreaming about tonight," Lake laughed, slapping Elliot's shoulder on his way out. "Try not to think too much about your partner's numbers eh!"
Elliot shoved him jokingly, before shutting, and locking the door. He wandered back into the living room. He couldn't help it as his eyes fell on the notebook that Olivia had left on her end table. Could he read it? It's not like she didn't leave it out in the open. And Casey had verbally told them her number sequence, as well as written it down.
Elliot sat down on the large sofa, his bed for the night, beside the end table. His fingers brushed the notebook. The women had gone to bed, he probably wouldn't need to worry about them catching him.
Elliot sighed, and got up, taking a few minutes to set himself up for the night. Once he had some blankets, pillows, and an old afghan he knew Olivia was particularly fond of, he laid down on the couch, settling in for the night, her notebook resting on his chest. He was shocked to see it was nearly two in the morning, no wonder Olivia had called an abrupt ending to their night. He put his phone in his pants pocket, leaving them on the floor with the other clothes he had discarded for the night, choosing to sleep in his undershirt, and boxers. He opened the book to the diagram Casey had sketched, and quickly scanned the numbers Olivia had written.
He rested his head back on a pillow that smelled like Olivia, and closed his eyes. Immediately his brain supplied an image of the night he'd just had, except it was Olivia showing him where to touch a woman. And not just any woman, Olivia was showing him where SHE liked to be touched. Suddenly Casey, and Chester were gone, and it was just the two of them. And instead of illustrating where she liked to be touched, she demonstrated it.
"Start here, lick, suck, bite, and the skin right below is sensitive too, if you kiss it, blow warm air softly over the surface, God El, my whole body gets covered in goosebumps," Olivia pointed to her ear, and trailed her finger down the skin directly below it.
"I think you'll like number two even more," Olivia arched an eyebrow and bit her bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, her pearly white teeth on display.
Elliot nodded, not that he didn't appreciate number one, but he couldn't wait to get to number two. A part of him knew he should feel guilty for how long he had wanted to kiss her, he was married after all when the temptation began. He was so confused about her. They had technically made up, since her return from being UC, but he didn't quite feel like they were on stable grounds. The reason their work partnership had been so good, so successful, was because they had built it atop of a sturdy foundation composed of trust, and mutual respect. Their personal relationship was so questionable, he had no idea where she stood because they never talked about it, they never communicated.
His eyes drifted from her plump lips, down to the vein pulsating on her neck. Olivia noted his attention had changed and she smiled. "That's right, next I'd want you to trail your mouth along my jaw, down to my neck. Fuck, if you do it right and suck directly over my pulse point, I'd become putty in your hands."
Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, "Don't forget these," she purred, using her fingers to flick her hard nipples through her dark blue lacy bra.
"Oh I won't," Elliot promised licking his lips, he could see the light brownish outline of her areola, and straining buds through her lacy bra.
Olivia smiled at him, and dropped her blouse to the floor in his fantasy. "If your mouth is as good as I think it is, you work these right," Olivia grabbed, and squeezed both her bra covered breasts, "You could have me crying out your name, and begging you for more."
"That's all I've ever wanted," Elliot agreed instantly.
"Hmmm, men tend to rush past number four, and go straight to number seven, but I enjoy sex even more if they take a pit stop at number four, and a quick detour to number five," fantasy Olivia confessed.
"Re-really?" Elliot knew he was learning a lot, he had never realized women had so many sensitive zones. "What's num-num-number five?"
Olivia grinned, "I'm so glad you asked, you are a fantastic student Detective," her tone was low, and husky.
Olivia popped the button on her low rise jeans, and slowly lowered her zipper. Elliot clocked a tiny patch of dark blue lace, as she pushed her jeans down the slightest bit.
She moved her hands again, placing them on her visible hips bones, she rubbed them back, and forth with her thumbs.
"Massage these, as you kiss me below my bellybutton, I won't be able to catch my breath," Olivia's voice was an octave deeper, the more aroused she got.
Elliot gulped, feeling how dry his throat was, "I could do that."
"Good, and once you feel me try to squeeze my legs shut, you should move on to number six," Olivia instructed.
"Oh-kay," Elliot could feel his mouth run dry as she pulled her pants off completely, and left them on the floor.
His fantasy woman sat down on her couch, and spread her thighs. Unable to help himself he stared between her legs, a damp spot already visible on her panties.
Olivia traced the skin on her inner thighs, "Men think number seven," Olivia cupped her pussy over her lacy panties, "Is the only place below the belt where we feel anything, and they couldn't be more wrong, meet number six Elliot."
"Most women have super sensitive inner thighs, you do it right and I'll be arching my back, trying to get you closer to my core, you could tease my skin here, and almost bring me to the edge of sanity," Olivia huffed.
"And finally seven. Seven, seven, SEVEN!" fantasy Olivia chanted, grabbing her core. Casey had gone quiet as she played out her number sequence preferences, but Olivia only got louder.
Elliot licked his dry lips again, wanting nothing more in that moment than to feast on her core, she was the sustenance he needed, "I think I could handle that-I mean you-this, us. I could make you feel good."
"Ow fuck!" Elliot was startled, his fantasy disappearing as he opened his eyes to see Casey stumbling her way into the kitchen, she grabbed a couple water bottles. He feigned sleep, not wanting to talk to her while he sported a raging hard on under the afghan he was using. He was hiding the notebook underneath it as well, waiting until he heard Olivia's bedroom door close, before whipping it back out to finish reading Olivia's random musings.
Elliot's jaw dropped when he read the rest. Olivia had added an extra number, eight, the word 'ass' written beside the number. Elliot snapped the notebook closed. In what context did she mean ass? Did she simply like having someone hold it, squeeze it, rub it? Did she like being spanked? Or God help him, did she like it in a different way? Elliot took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. His fantasy Olivia appeared, but this time she was kneeling on the couch, bent over the back of it, her dark blue bra and panties were gone, and she was spreading her legs.
"Please Elliot, please give it to me, I want it, I want you," she cried as she rocked back, and forth on her knees, her large breasts with her hard distended nipples, bounced as she moved.
"What do you want?" he heard himself ask.
"You know what I want Detective," Olivia purred.
"Say it," he demanded as a shiver wracked his body, hearing her call him Detective. He stepped up behind her, "I want to hear you say the words," he whispered in her ear, licking the outer shell before kissing the skin below number one.
"Fuck El! Please, shit, please fuck my-" Elliot's eyes sprang open hearing a loud thunk come from the bedroom, followed by an, "Owww shit."
Elliot slapped a hand over his face. He knew he had no chance of sleeping, or fulfilling his fantasy, he may not have been able to see his partner, but he was surrounded by her scent. He turned over on his side, and put the TV back on, hoping to distract himself from his completely inappropriate thoughts concerning his partner. He didn't notice the notebook fell off the couch as he situated himself, trying to find a comfortable position. All he wanted to do was jerk off, and he knew it wouldn't take much, but he refused to do it on her couch, and he couldn't risk doing it in her en-suite, the chance of him being heard by either of them was fairly high.
Elliot sighed loudly, knowing he was in for a long, uncomfortable night. He hated Lake. Lake and his stupid ass questions!
Olivia woke to a frenzied Casey hurriedly getting dressed in her room.
"Case?" Olivia called, her voice hoarse from a night of drinking.
"Sorry Liv, got called in gotta go, I'll text you later, thanks for yesterday!" Casey pulled open her bedroom door. "Looks like Stabler's gone too," Casey informed her, not seeing the Detective where they had left him the night before, the blankets he had used were all neatly folded on the couch.
"Ohhhh," Olivia sighed somewhat disappointed. Although they had made up since she got back from Oregon, they still weren't back to normal. She had hoped they could maybe have spent some time together that morning, since they were both off work, and Kathy had the kids.
"Have a good day!" Olivia shouted before she heard her front door close, knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep she got up. She made sure to lock her door before deciding on a nice hot shower to start her day.
She really had wanted to spend some one on one time with Elliot. She never knew where they stood anymore. They all drank a lot, but she was pretty sure things had taken a sexual turn towards the end of the night. She could recall Casey trying to teach the guys about a woman's erogenous zones. Olivia laughed lightly at the memory until she remembered scribbling down her own sexual preferences.
Olivia gasped as she got out of her shower. She grabbed a towel, and squeezed the excess water out of her long wavy hair, she used the towel to pat it dry, so it wasn't dripping excessively.
She dropped the towel on the floor, speed walking to her living room she remembered leaving her notebook on the end table.
"Shit," she sighed not seeing it there.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she knew that meant Elliot had probably read it.
She wasn't sure how to feel about that as she plopped down on to her couch, beside the pile of folded blankets.
On one hand did he cross a line? She wasn't sure, after all her and Casey had offered up their advice.
A warm sensation was brewing in her lower abdomen at the thought of her partner, her single partner, reading how she liked to be touched.
Olivia leaned her head back against her sofa, and closed her eyes. Did he like what he read? Would he have left so early this morning if he had? Or maybe he liked it so much he had to leave?
Olivia snorted, "Sure let's go with that," she laughed.
Suddenly she saw herself sitting on the couch as she was, thighs spread apart, and a very naked Detective Stabler kneeling between her legs, as if she was his Goddess, praying to her.
Olivia moaned as she rubbed her thighs together, feeling a light sheet of moisture coating her inner thighs. She knew she must still be slightly drunk, alcohol always did make her horny. Yes, that was her excuse for picturing her partner kneeling before her naked, and she was sticking to it.
The past few months had been such a rude awakening for her, and her partner she suspected.
She knew they were growing closer than ever, but she had refused to think about, or put a name to the way she was feeling for the other Detective. She stupidly believed she could deny any changing feelings she had for him, and things could go on as normal. Gitano put a knife through that theory. Computer crimes gave her too much time to think. Oregon gave her too much space away from him.
Olivia still wasn't sure exactly how she felt, and she knew even less about his feelings.
Taking a deep breath she smoothed her hands up her abdomen, and cupped her breasts. She thumbed her nipples, which were already hard in the cool air. Using her finger and thumb, she tugged on her sensitive peaks, moaning loudly in her otherwise silent apartment.
"Olivia!" Elliot called, barging into her apartment a paper bag and coffee tray in one hand, and her door ricocheting off the wall with the force of his entry, his key to her apartment still in the lock.
"Elliot!" Olivia yelled hopping off the sofa, butt naked.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Olivia shouted, using the afghan on top of the pile of blankets to cover herself.
Elliot closed, and locked her door before depositing his stuff on her end table, and trying to look at anything beside her.
"Liv I heard you moan, I thought you were in trouble, especially after how much we drank last night-"
"That key is for emergencies!" she scolded, unbelievably embarrassed by what he walked in on, she couldn't hear anything he said.
"Liv-" Elliot began, but she cut him off again. He couldn't help chancing a glance at her.
"No God, do you have any idea how-"
Elliot cut her off, "Liv please just listen to me for one-"
"And where the hell did you go-" Olivia continued to rant, as she stood in front of him, a few water droplets descending down her chest.
"OLIVIA!" Elliot yelled.
"What?"
"It's just…while super comfy to sleep with, and it provided great coverage for me overnight, that blanket," Elliot coughed, "Um that particular blanket's pattern, has a lot of holes, holes that don't in-fact provide you currently with a lot of coverage."
Olivia looked down confused by what he was saying, and easily saw her own breasts, with her hard nipples peaking through the knitted pattern of the afghan.
Olivia gasped, and spun around, affording Elliot a full view of her bare ass as she rushed to her bedroom, and slammed the door.
Elliot held his head, and crashed onto her couch, moaning, his body responding to her naked state.
He had gone out for coffee, and some breakfast treats, even leaving a sticky note on her fridge, figuring that was the first place she would go for food in the morning. He felt guilty for the fantasy he had during the night, and hoped a surprise breakfast would alleviate some of those feelings. Elliot grabbed his purchases, and walked into her kitchen.
Elliot spun around when he heard her bedroom door open, she walked to the other side of her kitchen counter, wearing a short dark blue robe.
Elliot held up his hands, "Seriously I'm sorry for just barging in, but I really did think you were hurt. Obviously I didn't expect to walk in on you like-like th-that."
Olivia rubbed a spot on the side of her head, "Where did you go?"
"I went to get us breakfast, I uh left you a note," he handed her the post-it that he had left on her fridge.
Olivia sighed, "Thank you, and I'm sorry for jumping down your throat, I was just so embarrassed."
Elliot chuckled, a deep red blush flooded his cheeks, "Trust me Benson you have nothing under that robe to feel embarrassed about. You, I mean-good, you look good-great actually," he stuttered, now the one feeling embarrassed.
Olivia looked to her ceiling, "Did you um, did you see everything?"
"Nuuuuh-nooooo," Elliot replied shaking his head.
"Really?" She asked unable to look at him.
Elliot's shaking head turned into a nod, "Yep saw everything."
"Oh God Elliot, damnit, and I guess there's no way of you forgetting what you saw?"
"Hah, not without a severe concussion to wipe my memory," Elliot laughed sardonically.
"Perfect, what a perfect way to celebrate your first thanksgiving without your family, I wanted to make it special for you, memorable…" Olivia muttered.
"Well I dunno about you, but I'm pretty thankful for afghans," Elliot gave her a crooked smile as he walked around her kitchen counter to join her on the other side.
"And memorable? I don't think you have to worry about that either," he gave her a dimpled grin.
Olivia hid her face behind her hands, "Oh God."
"And what were you doing by the way?" Elliot asked as he leaned on the counter, he placed a hand on one of her forearms, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.
Olivia spread her fingers, her large brown eyes appearing in between her digits, "What do you mean?" she asked wondering if he had seen her pleasuring her own number four.
"Well, do you always walk around naked?" he questioned.
Olivia dropped her hands from her face, "Yes, don't you now that you live alone?"
"Huh, well no, I've never even thought of it," Elliot confessed, still gripping her forearm, he lowered his hand until he was holding her hand instead.
Olivia smiled, "You should try it sometime, feels pretty damn good, freeing."
"Hmmm maybe you can show me sometime?" Elliot suggested.
"Somehow I don't think that's something partner's should really do together," Olivia tipped her head to one side.
"Guess it depends what kinda partners they are? Anyways um, I should get going, I left the food and coffee I picked up, on your stove-"
"Stay," Olivia squeezed the hand still holding hers.
"You sure?" Elliot was surprised, especially after the morning they had already had.
"Absolutely, you got enough for both of us?" Olivia inquired, as she moved to grab the paper bag and coffees.
"'Course," Elliot replied receiving the goodies as she handed them to him.
"So before we never speak of what happened here this morning, and last night, ever again. Do you have any final questions?" Olivia offered while taking a sip of the warm brew.
"Yeah Liv," Elliot husked in a deep hoarse tone of voice, "Tell me about number eight."
Though she had offered to answer any of his questions, she did not expect him to go there, spraying the side of his arm with the sip of coffee she had just taken.
Elliot slapped her gently on her back, as she tried to catch her breath, choking on the caffeinated brown liquid.
He smoothed his large hand up, and down her back, rubbing her shoulders through her silky bathrobe. He could only imagine her skin would feel even softer. Elliot coughed, realizing how close together they were standing, he took half a step back.
"Ass," she gasped, when she was able to breathe, leaving Elliot to smile at her, thankful to have his partner, and friend back, especially for Thanksgiving.
The end? Does this one feel finished?
A/N: I tried to keep it shorter. Hope you enjoy this during this mini break from SVU/OC. If you think you know what show the inspiration for this Chapter came from, drop the answer in the comments or review. Now back to my other stories! Happy reading, hope everyone has a good weekend
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