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She'd been home 20 minutes and she was pissed off. She slammed the door shut and made her way straight to the kitchen. She pulled the bottle of wine from the pantry and opened the cupboard searching for a wine glass. She wasn't a big drinker but ever since this drama with Elliot she had been craving it more so. She pulled down a drinking glass instead and returned to the pantry, pushing a few things out of the way until she came across a bottle of scotch she had been given as a present one year from someone who obviously didn't know her very well. She'd never opened it. She unscrewed the cap without hesitation and put the wine back.
A couple of ice cubes and half a glass of scotch and she was sipping it, almost sculling it empty. It burned but it had a flavor that soaked straight into her. The ice cubes barely had a chance to chill the liquid before it was gone. She refilled the glass and chewed on her lip, figuring she should probably wait for it to cool this time. She stared at the drink before her when suddenly she was startled by a knock at her door.
She winced at her company. He couldn't leave her alone for a second. He knocked again and this time she sighed, moving the scotch and glass over to the sink out of view.
She pulled the door open, her face neutral at the sight of her visitor.
"Elliot, what are you doing here?" She said harshly.
"Can I come in?" He asked annoyed.
"Why?" Olivia questioned.
"I want to talk to you." He said frustrated.
"About what?" She demanded.
"Olivia stop being difficult and just let me in." He began to step forward but she blocked his way, gripping the door with one hand and holding the wall with her other.
"I don't think that's a good idea." She told him.
"Why? Have you got company?" He questioned with a smile.
She rolled her eyes at him, his response didn't even deserve an answer.
"Or maybe you just can't trust yourself with me in your apartment." He smirked. "That it?"
"Yeah that's it Elliot," she said with a scowl. "You're so damn irresistible."
It was true, she knew it, but he didn't have to.
He smiled, "I promise I won't let anything happen." He held up his hands in defense.
She shook her head, "You're the one I should be worried about Elliot, do you think you can control yourself?" She said her head cocked to one side.
"Says the woman who had me pushed up against her desk this afternoon." He reminded her as he began to push the door open and make his way in. She gave in and let him enter and watched as he closed the door behind them.
Olivia sighed, "So what is it you wanted to talk about that couldn't wait until tomorrow?" She asked skeptically.
"Let's start with why you got so pissed off when Kathy called." He asked the hard question.
She shut down immediately, a topic she didn't want to discuss freely.
"That's what you are here to talk about?" Olivia avoided the question, her arms folded.
"Well, maybe it would shed some light on what Kathy just told me." He brought up.
She gave him a confused look, but she knew all to well what he was referring to.
"She said you two had a run-in the other day." Elliot pointed out and Olivia sighed.
"You told me she just dropped the papers off and left, that she didn't say anything." Elliot refreshed her memory.
"Yeah, well it's none of your business." She said defensively, making her way into the kitchen.
"Actually Olivia, it is." He followed her and watched as she picked up her drink and began to sip it. "So what happened?" He asked.
"I don't want to discuss this." She declared.
"Just tell me what you said to her." He said almost accusingly.
"Oh right, you just assume it was me, why don't you start with asking what she said to me?" She said angrily.
"Ok, what did she say to you?" He asked throwing his hands up.
"Why don't you ask her?" She mumbled draining the rest of her drink.
Elliot sighed heavily. "Because I'm asking you." He said losing his patience, "Now stop avoiding this Olivia."
"Fine Elliot, why the hell would you tell your wife we're sleeping together?" She yelled through the apartment.
He sucked in a breath, a little taken aback by her words.
"She told you that?" He said slowly.
"Yes Elliot, and do you know how stupid I felt when I denied it and she told me you confirmed it! Why on earth would you do that?"
"Look Olivia, she was already convinced it was happening, so what does it matter?"
"Are you serious?" she scoffed. "Well if you wanted to save your marriage Elliot here's an idea - you could have told her it wasn't true."
"She wouldn't believe me!" Elliot persisted.
"Well no, not after you confirmed it she wouldn't." She spoke with sarcasm.
"Look, you wouldn't understand ok, she was practically begging me to confirm it was true, like she needed some excuse for her to leave me with a clear conscience. By the end of it I'd had enough - let her think we're sleeping together, who cares?"
"I do!" She yelled at him. "And Cragen would. Do you realize how damaging this could be if it gets out. Next time you have a domestic with your wife Elliot, leave me out of it."
"Ex-wife Olivia," He corrected, "and there won't be a next time!"
"Sure." Olivia mumbled, "Until your phone rings again." She pointed out.
The disappointment in her words came out before she could avoid it but she was done caring. She took a sip from her glass and realized all that remained was ice.
Elliot stepped forward only just noticing the scotch. "You're really letting this whole situation roll right off you aren't you, is this what you do every night? Come home and get wasted?" He snapped.
"It's one drink Elliot, it's been a long week." She informed him bitterly, reaching for the bottle of scotch but the moment her hand came in contact with it, so did his. His hand covered hers, stilling her fingers and her heart began to thrum in response.
"You don't need this." He informed her carefully.
Her eyes narrowed, letting the anger from his statement override her bodies reaction to his touch. "Who are you to tell me what I need?" She gripped the bottle harder, attempting to slide it towards her but he wouldn't let up. "Let go Elliot." She said through gritted teeth but he was too strong, pulling it firmly from her grasp and moving it behind him. She half expected to snap and launch for it but it was the hint of aftershave left over from his proximity and the searing mark he'd left on her hand that altered her bodies intent.
He was what she needed she realized, not the scotch.
He was watching her, almost expecting her to launch for the bottle too, but she just stood there. Her wide eyes drinking him in slowly and suddenly she needed to feel him. She pretended to move forward, in an effort to reach for the bottle and it was like a horse to water. His hand was on her upper arm in seconds, stopping her softly from moving past him. The scotch was mixing with his scent and his touch burned through the cotton of her shirt. Any moment now she was going to lose her pitiful grip on control if he didn't move his hand away.
"Liv." He warned as if he knew what was circling through her mind and there was her name again, in that tone, coming from those lips.
She stepped even closer, his hand falling from her upper arm and he didn't step back as she closed the distance between them. She knew he'd still be focused on the bottle of scotch so this was her chance.
Fuck it, she thought. And fuck him.
She stepped forward, grasping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down against hers. Their lips collided firmly before she began to kiss him slowly, her mouth taking the time to draw his in. She'd expected hesitation but her stomach spiraled with anticipation as he slowly started to kiss her back. Her arms encircled his neck, drawing him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she deepened the kiss. She sucked on his top lip running her fingers through the back of his hair. He met her half way, drawing her bottom lip between his and backing her up against the counter. She moaned at the contact, playfully moving her hip into his crotch inciting his own moan, complimenting hers.
His hands came up to frame her face and he slid his tongue between her lips and she could barely breathe. Her head was spinning and her body was reeling. She needed this, God, she needed him. He let his hands move up the sides of her torso, lightly trailing across the sides of her breasts. She was sliding her tongue in to meet his and he was pressing his lower half into hers, pushing her urgently against the counter. Her hands left his neck and trailed down the front of his chest, she'd almost forgotten how solid and firm he was. As they made their way to the bottom of his t-shirt she let her fingertips move under it, scraping across his firm abs, playfully teasing his skin.
Finally she let her hands drop to his belt as he continued to kiss her. She began to unbuckle his pants but he pulled his lips from hers in one quick motion. He moved off her slowly and she just watched him, her body still tingling, his lips glistening from their kiss.
"What?" She asked a little out of breath, her fingers still aching with the need to touch him.
He shook his head and fixed his gaze on the floor tiles, scraping his teeth across his lower lip with a look of apprehension.
"You know we can't Liv." He whispered.
Her eyebrows furrowed at his sudden 180 and she cleared her throat ready to lay into him.
"You've been drinking." He cut her off before she had the chance, his eyes flicking back up to hers with all the seriousness he could muster. "You're pissed at me, and this is not the answer." He told her.
She practically scoffed. She was done with his pitiful excuses and instead of lashing out she grabbed the lip of his shirt and pulled him back against her. Her lips smothered his immediately and she gave him no option but to sink back into the kiss. As her arms wrapped around his neck his hands moved out, steadying her at her waist, his bare fingertips sliding across the gap where her sweater had ridden up. She pressed her hip into his crotch before her thigh pushed it's way between his legs. His fingers dug into her flesh in response and she knew he was going to stop her any minute so she upped the ante, sliding her tongue between his lips and pressing the top of her thigh against his budding hard-on. He moaned into her mouth and she parted her lips against his, sucking in a breath. "You told your wife you fucked me," she rasped against his swollen mouth. "So do it." When she sealed their lips once more his hand came up, grasping the column of her throat before he broke the kiss, holding his mouth only just out of reach.
"You need to stop this." He rasped against her lips in warning but all it did was incite her body with an insatiable need to defy him.
Her eyes narrowed in on him. "No Elliot," she practically spat, grasping his wrist and attempting to tug him closer. "You started this and you're gonna damn well finish it."
"You want this now Olivia, but what about tomorrow? You'll wake up with regret, a hangover and an accusation with my name all over it. We're not doing this and that is final," he yelled in a rush, his hard-on still pressing her intimately up against the counter.
"You're a goddamned tease Elliot," she seethed, doing her best to rebel against his hold but he had her captive against marble, his hand still holding her neck.
"Listen to me." His mouth dropped onto the crown of her head, his lips scraping across her hairline as he exhaled heavily. "I'm trying to do the right thing here-" He practically growled, digging his fingers into the marble around her hand.
"Fuck you," she whispered into the column of his neck because he was still not letting her go. "None of this-" she told him between intermittent breaths, "is the right thing Elliot, you started this and now you're having some goddamned morality check all of a sudden." She closed her eyes, trying to block out the heat from his body. "If you're not going to fuck me then let me the hell go." She lost it then, grasping the hold he had against her throat and yanking it downward, the top of her head connecting with his jaw in the struggle before he finally let her go.
She looked back at him with detest. "Go back to your wife Elliot, I'm sure there are a few dozen missed calls you need to attend to."
As she turned to walk away he grabbed her elbow a little too firmly and she yanked out of it.
"Go Elliot," she told him with all seriousness. "I'm done with your circus," she stabbed.
A few seconds passed between them before he was walking towards the door and slamming it shut.
