Before she knew it she was naked and pressed face first against a wall in his bedroom. She pushed her hips outward as he bite at her shoulder and placed both hands on her hips. He thrust into her hard which caused Olivia to moan loudly and press her forehead to the cool wall.
She didn't remember much of how they got here except the blurry image of flying clothes and bumping into things as they made it to his room.
She felt his hand grab her left breast and pinch her nipple. She heard him behind her uttering her name and a mix of curse words loudly.
He moved his hands back to her hips bending her further as he relentlessly pounding into her. Their bodies slick and wet with the sound of them slapping together.
She moved her hand down to her clit and started to work it as the other hand held her steady against the wall. She could hear his clipped breathing, knowing he was getting close, she moved faster.
"Fuck!" She shouted as she got closer and with one last slam into her they both finished.
She knew she was going to feel this in the morning as she sobered up. She straightened up and felt him kiss her on the shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Elliot let's get into bed." She felt her eyelids starting to close. No food and lots of wine, plus the physical activity had made her exhausted.
He backed them up towards the bed not letting go of his hold on her. He did let go of her to pull back the sheets and watched her throw herself down. "Graceful." He chuckled as he walked around to get in on the other side, pulling her back so he was spooning her. He snuggled into the crook of her neck and sighed contently.
"Elliot?" She said his name with a yawn.
"Yea Liv?" He yawned after her.
"You know we are too old to fuck against a wall. We are both going to regret that in the morning." She moved the pillow to a more comfortable position and moved her hand to rest on his.
He smiled against her ear. "Age is just a number."
She rolled her eyes and promptly fell asleep.
She woke up to a waterfall in her ear. She blinked her eyes open, confused. That can't be right.
Slowly she realized the waterfall was Elliot snoring. She rolled her eyes and gently moved his hand from around her waist and slid out of bed towards the bathroom. She groaned as she stood up. Her head was pounding and she felt like she got run over by a truck. Shit.
She went to the bathroom and walked back towards the bed wobbly. Elliot was sprawled out on the bed and the noise he was making was killing her head. Apparently drinking causes him to snore, I'll have to remember that.
Sleeping in that bed was out of the question. She snatched one of the pillows off the bed and picked up his tshirt from off the floor, heading back to the living room. She plopped down on the couch and put his tshirt on, enjoying that it was a little baggy. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and fell back asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Olivia could smell coffee but the thought of opening her eyes wasn't appealing with her pounding head.She rolled to her back and threw her arm over her eyes, groaning. She was going to kill Elliot.
The snort of laughter made her body tense and slowly bring her arm back down. She squinted her eyes open to avoid the sunshine coming in through the windows.
Sitting on the coffee table enjoying a cup of coffee with a huge grin on her face was, no other than, Elizabeth Stabler. "Good morning, sunshine. Fun night?"
"What is it with you kids?" Her voice sounded hoarse and her mouth felt like she had cotton balls in it. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes again. She hurt everywhere.
Elizabeth laughed again. "Well considering all my other siblings got to enjoy the happenings with you and dad, I thought I would come in for the morning show." She grinned widely before sipping her coffee. "Dad and I had plans this morning, which I'm so glad we did. I wouldn't miss this for anything."
Olivia slowly sat up. "You could at least get me some coffee and aspirin while you mock me." Elizabeth smiled and stood up walking to the kitchen. She went to throw the blanket off and quickly replaced it. Of course. Last night was hazy but apparently when she came out here to sleep she forgot pants.. and underwear. She was also missing a bra, which at this point she is sure Elizabeth noticed.
Elizabeth came back with a cup of coffee and handed her two white pills. She sat back down on the coffee table and sipped her coffee like they were at a cafe. "Katie called me."
Olivia nodded as she sipped her coffee. "That's nice." She said it absentmindedly as she swallowed her pills.
Elizabeth laughed. "Clearly you don't remember last night."
Olivia looked up at the young girl with a scowl on her face. Clearly the girl had some information she was bursting to spill.
"You guys came home from the bar.. Katie was waiting…." Elizabeth tried to jog Olivias memory.
Olivia looked at her like her head had fallen off. What the hell is she talking about? "Please just tell me what I am not remembering. My brain will not wake up until I finish this cup." She took another drink of coffee and then it hit her. Kathleen witnessing their drunken make out session, Olivia and her had a conversation but she couldn't remember it fully. Shit, shit, shit. Clearly it was good or Liz wouldn't seem so pleased. Olivia looked at Elizabeth over her coffee cup.
Elizabeth laughed and nodded, seeing that Olivia had caught up. "If I could have been a fly on the wall. You guys are really making it easy for me to enjoy this. I'm so glad you guys waited until we were all grown to have a relationship. Neither of you are anywhere close to being stealthy."
Olivia closed her eyes and leaned back against the back of the couch. "Oh good Lord." She took another sip and placed her mug down clearing her throat. "Well that makes all of you. Clearly I wanted to make an impression when I came back into your lives. Give it to me straight, how mad is everyone?"
Elizabeth took a sip of her coffee and started shaking her head. "No one is mad. Eli is probably confused but he doesn't understand the history. Kathleen is dramatic at the best of times, give her a bit and she will probably be planning your wedding before we all even have dinner together. The rest of us just want you both to be happy and if that means you're friends with benefits than more power to you both!" The young girl wiggled her eyebrows up and down at Olivia.
Olivia laughed and shook her head. "You know you used to be my favorite. Always so quiet." She rubbed her head and closed her eyes to add to the effect.
"I'm still your favorite because I'm the least obnoxious. Do you want to wake dad or should I?" She placed her cup down next to her.
Olivia stretched her back and wrapped the blanket around her as she stood up. "I'll get him." She knew that he would not be in any position to have his daughter walk into his room. Walking stiffly, she opened the door and was proven correct as he was laying on his back spread eagle on top of the covers. She had to laugh as she shook her head. She bent down and picked up her bra, throwing it at him.
Elliot startled awake once the bra hit him. "What?" He sat up quickly, prepared for whatever was next.
How can anyone wake up like that?
"Your daughter is here." She hissed at him as she looked around for her underwear.
He yawned loudly. "Which one?" He started to reach for her as she walked by him.
She slapped his hands away and scowled at him. "Lizzy, and she found me half naked on the couch."
Elliot laughed as he stood up and stretched his back. "What were you doing on the couch?"
"You sleep like a bear. Your snoring woke me up." She found her underwear and pulled them on.
"I do not snore." He mumbled as he walked to the bathroom.
"Oh yes, you do! Apparently when you are drunk you snore god awful." She dug through his drawer and pulled out a pair of his sweats pulling them on. "Hurry up, she said you had plans."
Elliot walked out of the bathroom and stopped smiling like a fool at her.
She looked back at him like he was the biggest idiot she had ever seen. "What?"
He shook his head and pulled out a pair of his boxers from his drawer. He had never seen her look so beautiful as she was right now. Hair a mess, makeup smudged on her face and dressed in his clothes that hung off her.
He pulled up his boxers and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Good morning."
She pushed against his chest, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "Are you insane?"
He smiled down at her. "Good morning."
She rolled her eyes, why didn't he seem hungover? "Good morning. How would you like to deal with today's disaster involving your offspring?"
He shrugged, leaning down and pecking her lips before releasing her. "They will deal. Like you said last night we are both grown adults who enjoy each other's company."
She looked confused. "When did I say that?" Her back straightened, suddenly remembering Elizabeth mentioning Kathleen. "Who did I say that too?"
"Are you kidding? How much wine did you have last night?" Elliot pulled on another pair of his sweats and walked out of his bedroom.
She watched as he walked into the living room, heading to the coffee pot, stopping to kiss his daughter on the cheek. How had this gotten so screwed up, so fast? She was going to stay away from him, let him and his family grieve and only be around as a supporting character. Now every single one of his children have confronted or caught them and she was standing in the mans bedroom in his clothes! Well, shit. She followed him out into the living room, stopping to get her coffee. "Liz what do you guys have planned for today?"
They had an impromptu breakfast together. Olivia sat back and watched as Elizabeth and Elliot interacted animatedly together. Suddenly, she could see a future of loud dinners filled with laughter and fun. She could see herself and Noah being a part of the giant Stabler family and the idea didn't induce a panic attack. This is growth.
Soon Elizabeth gave them both hugs and headed on her way. Olivia sat on the couch with a fresh cup of coffee and hugged her knees as she sipped it. She needed to leave soon to make sure she was home when Noah got back but for now she sat and thought about the morning and how her anxiety was basically nonexistent.
Elliot watched her stare off and wondered where her mind was at. She seemed to enjoy the morning but seemed pensive at the moment. He hope she wasn't over thinking. He walked over to her and sat next to her on the couch, pulling her legs onto his lap. "Whatcha thinking about?"
Olivia turned and smiled at him. "Did you know Lizzy called us 'friends with benefits'?"
Elliot had taken her coffee cup and took a sip as she finished her sentence. He sputtered and turned to her as she laughed.
He voiced croaked, "when?"
She smiled at him and waved her hand impatiently. "Earlier, before you came out."
Elliot just nodded at her, not sure what to say.
"Well?" Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.
"Well what?"
"Is that what we are?" She took her coffee cup back and took another sip waiting for his answer.
Elliot shifted towards her. "Is that what you want to be? Because if it is, then Liv, we can be but.."
"But what?"
"But, I want more. I want the real deal. I want to date and tell people we are a couple. I just want to be with you." He rubbed her leg gently and tried to read her expression. "Don't get me wrong, I'm down for the sex too." He grinned devilishly.
"Oh is that right?" She laughed and rolled her eyes, thankful he didn't end on such a serious note. "Let's just not label it yet." She shrugged lightly. "As for the sex, I think we are on the same page. How about we take all your kids keys?"
He laughed loudly, "you might have a point there. Can I come meet Noah?"
"Yes. Let me ease him into the idea first though. I'll talk to him today." She leaned forward and gave him a peck, pulling away before he could grab her. "Speaking of which, I need to get going." She stood up and started walking to his room.
He sat there and watched her go. What an interesting turn of events. Olivia Benson was in his room, in his clothes about to use his shower and wasn't freaking out about a possible relationship. The world had really turned upside down.
