Chapter 5
I really hope you've been enjoying the story. I have really enjoyed writing it! I would love to hear any comments or suggestions! This chapter begins as a continuation from the last chapter.
Elliot and Olivia exited the tub and wrapped themselves in the lush white hotel robes. Elliot called down for supper while Olivia settled on the couch by the window. They ate their meals; only talking when necessary. The silence wasn't awkward, but understanding. They had talked all day. Right now, they just needed each other's presence. With full stomachs and tired minds, Elliot and Olivia discarded their robes and moved to her bed; wrapped in the warm duvet and each other's arms. Elliot settled on his side and pulled her towards him. She shivered slightly and tucked her head into his chest.
"This is perfect." Olivia said sleepily.
"I missed waking up with you this morning." Elliot smiled.
"I know. I didn't want to risk running into anyone, so I snuck out early. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just stay. Right now, let's just stay." Elliot said. He heard her breath soften and body relax, and his body joined hers in a deep slumber.
Pelican Point Resort & Spa: 8:45 a.m.
The buzz of Olivia's phone woke the pair of detectives. Olivia opened her eyes, only to shut them quickly to shield her from the golden sunlight streaming through the windows. Olivia felt around blindly trying to find the obnoxious alarm piercing the air. Olivia moved her body across Elliot's finding her cell phone on the nightstand. After silencing her phone, Olivia flopped down, her body still flung over Elliot's. She heard a giggle from beneath her.
"You see, this is why I love waking up with you." Elliot chuckled tickling her ribs.
Olivia squirmed away from his hands and settled back into her previous spot. Elliot's arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the curve of his body, spooning as they had been seconds ago. His hand lazily drew circles on the top of her hip, while his eyes glared out the window at the new day. Olivia's breathing softened. Elliot smirked.
"Liv. You need to wake up. We have to get ready."
"mmmhmmph"
Elliot smirked. He thought about the woman lying against him - the way her body fit perfectly to his, he could trust her with is life, and how she knew what he was thinking almost before he did – they were made for each other, in good and bad, she was made for him. He spent all of his time thinking about how he could make her happy and show her how cherished she was. His left hand moved higher up to her ribs, smoothing over her abdomen and then venturing higher until his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. Feeling her body still relaxed, Elliot moved his face down to the crook of her neck, and laid soft kisses on top of her shoulder. His left hand moved up to her side again, only higher than before, gently brushing over the side of her breast a few times. Elliot felt her breathing becoming more shallow. He dragged his hand over the tops of her breasts, lightly trailing his fingers in between the mounds. His palm smoothed over her full breast and massaged in gentle circles. When he rolled her nipple through his fingers, Olivia's back arched, pushing into his hands. Elliot let out a small laugh, knowing full well that his plan was working.
His teeth nipped the skin on the back of her shoulder as his hand began its descent down her torso. He stopped his journey to circle her belly button, but continued downwards. When his hand grazed the skin just above where she wanted him, Olivia pushed her hips back and let out a moan when she connected with Elliot's bare lower body. Elliot quickly diverted his hands up and over her hip and brushed his fingers along the length of her outer thigh. With each pass her moved closer to her inner thigh. Olivia let out an impatient sigh. She slowly lifted her left leg, and hooking it behind Elliot's knee. Elliot continued to torture Olivia, getting closer to her burning center, but never making contact. Elliot felt Olivia's hips rocking slowly.
A pleading "El…" came from Olivia's lips as she reached her hand back around his head, scraping her nails over his scalp.
Elliot chuckled, knowing that his teasing would land him in more trouble than good. Elliot's hand finally dipped in between her legs. He ran his finger through her folds, and then dipped two fingers gently inside of her. She was more than ready. Olivia let out a throaty moan, bucking her hips in gratitude.
"Shhh, Liv, you gotta be quiet if I'm going to continue."
Olivia turned her head away from him into her pillow and nodded gently. Elliot continued to work his fingers receiving muffled sounds of approval from Olivia. Elliot curled his fingers and pressed his rough palm against her sensitive clit. A deep growl came from Olivia's chest. Her hips ground down onto his hand. Elliot watch her hips working to reach her intended goal, his own arousal beginning to press into her backside. As her hips movement's became more rapid, Elliot slipped his fingers from between her folds, and moved them up to her clit. Elliot pressed hard and circled her clit quickly. The pleasure shocked Olivia and forced a loud groan out of her belly. Elliot felt her abdomen tighten and her breath hitch. Just as he was about to give her a final swipe, both detectives heard a hard knock at the door. The two froze, waiting for another sign of a presence or absence. Just when they thought they were clear, another knock came at the door.
"Olivia?" Fin's voice called through the door.
"Shit!" she said, "Uhh, just a second!"
Both detectives sprang into action. Elliot grabbed the robes off of the floor and tossed one to her. Elliot put his own on and tip toed to the bathroom to hide. Olivia straightened her robe and checked her hair quickly, noticing the flush in her face, and frustration throbbing between her legs.
Olivia checked to make sure the bathroom door was closed enough, before unlatching the lock and pulling the door open.
"Hey Fin! What's up?" Olivia asked her voice faltering slightly.
"Uh hey Liv, I was just coming to tell you that we are supposed to meet Kyle in the restaurant, he'll give us our instructions for the day." Fin eyed her curiously, taking in her appearance and surroundings.
"Sounds good, I'll meet you down there in a little while."
"Alright. See you in a little bit. Good morning Stabler!" Fin winked before turning and heading down the hall.
Olivia stood, jaw open, mind racing.
Elliot opened the bathroom door slowly "Did he just…?"
"Yes." Olivia whispered.
As Olivia closed the door, Elliot approached her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He could tell she was starting to panic.
"Liv, don't worry, maybe he was just kidding, trying to work you up." Elliot suggested.
"Or," Olivia sighed, "This wonderful thing we've had going, has just come to a crashing halt."
Just as Elliot was about to speak, Olivia's phone dinged.
Don't Worry. Mums the Word
Olivia let out a deep breath and showed the message to Elliot. Both seemed relieved, but deep down feared that they were nearing the end of the simple, secret, relationship.
Elliot snuck next door to his room to change. The itinerary showed skill building activities for the day and they had been instructed to dress to be active. Elliot put on a pair on a pair of black swim trunks and a navy t-shirt, laced up his runners and returned to Olivia's room. Using his key, he opened the door to find Olivia standing in the middle of her room in a grey strappy sports bra, and a lilac seamless thong; hands on her hips and a pink tint to her face. Elliot silently thanked god for the incredible woman, strong and sexy, brave and intelligent, standing in front of him. She moved around her room with huffy breaths and rough movements. She didn't notice Elliot behind her until he let out an amused laughed.
She spun around "And what the fuck are you laughing at?"
"Woah! Woah! What happened? I was only gone for a minute!" Elliot put his hands in the air and moved closer to her.
Olivia grabbed her clothing from her luggage and pushed passed him. "You!"
Elliot followed her to the bathroom and stood in the door way watching her put her hair into a loose Dutch braid. "Me?"
Olivia spun around. He noticed the red spread over her cheeks and chest. Her breathing was shallow and rapid. Her eyes narrowed at him, but she stayed silent. Olivia was slightly embarrassed at her reasoning but felt justified non-the-less. She brushed her teeth, put on her deodorant and dressed. Olivia pushed passed Elliot again grabbing her socks and running shoes. With another glance in the mirror, Olivia tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and exited her room. Elliot stood in her doorway smirking.
Elliot caught up with her just as she was entering the restaurant. Officers from other teams were enjoying their meals, most looking excited for the day, but a few others obviously dreading it. Olivia walked right over to the fruit bar, putting a few pieces of pineapple and a banana on her plate. Elliot moved in beside her.
"Liv. I'm really sorry if the Fin thing is bugging you. I'm sure he won't say anything…"
"I know he won't!" She snapped, a little louder than she planned. She lowered her voice so only he could hear her. "I am … frustrated … by this morning's activities ... and the lack of … resolution on my part."
Olivia walked away from the buffet. Elliot followed her closely, a grin painted on his face, "Oh my god. Olivia Benson is acting like a child because she's," Elliot lowered his voice, "horny?"
Olivia's stare burned right through him, "It's not funny! How would you like it if I woke you up like that and then didn't finish what I started?"
"I'd be dying. But that doesn't mean that this isn't hilarious!"
"What's hilarious?" Munch interrupted as the pair of detectives reached the table.
Olivia's gaze shot back to Elliot, awaiting his reply.
"Ahh! One of the other detectives were telling a joke inside." Elliot diverted.
"What was the joke?" Munch pried.
"You wouldn't get it." Olivia said flatly.
"Well I'm glad you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm sure it's still safe to put a gun in your hands." Much quipped
"Gun?" Elliot asked.
"Yeah, Kyle just stopped by and gave us the run down. This morning we have been signed up for paintball. So, it's just paint capsules, but I'm sure they still hurt when you get them in the ass. Not as bad as a bullet thought hey John?" Fin quipped.
Elliot's face lit up. He elbowed Olivia who had taken her place beside him at their table and whispered into her ear, "So you okay to play paintball in that sexy little thong, or should we run back so I take it off of you with my teeth."
Olivia cleared her throat to cover the moan that threatened to escape her lips. She squirmed in her chair and squeezed her thighs tighter together. Today may literally kill me, she thought.
Pelican Point Resort & Spa - Paintball Field: 10:36
"You will play on your teams with your squad members and two other squads. Blue team you will wear blue arm bands. Red team you will with red arm bands. All players must wear the face shield. Body armor is optional, but suggested. These aren't bullets, but they still hurt. We play until last man standing. We will play capture the flag style. First team to capture the flag and return it to their safe house wins. When you hear the bell, the game will begin. When you hear the bell again, that means someone has succeeded. In ten minutes, you need to be suited up and in your assigned safe house. Again, I highly suggest you grab some body armor before we begin. Any questions?" Kyle asked the group of assorted detectives and officers. "Alright! Suit up and we will begin shortly."
The crowd moved towards the equipment shop arming themselves with paintball guns and armor. Elliot, Don, Fin and Olivia opted for face shields and coveralls to protect their clothing. The group burst into a fit of laughter seeing their last team mate exit the armor shop. Munch had on a set of coveralls, a face shield and helmet, as wells as a chest guard, shoulder pads, shin guards and a set of elbow pads.
"What? I don't want my gorgeous complexion ruined with a bruise." Munch rolled his eyes.
"What's the plan?" Fin asked as the SVU detectives and two RCMP teams gathered in the safe house.
"Well we were thinking we go out in shifts. They are going to be thinking like cops. We need to be smarter than cops. If we send one team out and spread a wide front, it will look like we have come at them with all of our power. As our team members go down, the next shift come out and cover. We can pick away at them one by one." An RCMP member suggested.
"Sounds good to me, how do you want to do shifts?" Elliot asked.
"Well seeing as the youth seems to be lacking on your team, we though you guys could stay behind and cover."
"Did he just call us old?" Fin asked.
Don held his hand up, "That sounds good to me. I have some of the sharpest shooters in the world. We may be old, but you can guarantee, we're the reason this game is won." Don said, defending his team.
As the game began, the SVU detectives watched, one after the other, RCMP detectives return to the safe house with paint on their coveralls.
"Wow! Good job guys! Really good work out there!" Munch quipped sarcastically.
"Yeah shove it old timer!" an officer shot back. Counting their fatalities, the SVU decided they needed to send out a few more to cover the front. Elliot and Donald moved up the left of the course, sheltered against a bus. Olivia and Fin moved up the right, finding cover by an overturned picnic table. They weren't too close to the front, awaiting the signal to move in.
"Hey Liv. I just want to make sure that I didn't start anything this morning. Between you and Stabler."
Olivia turned to look at Fin, unsure what to say.
"I was just joking around, but I want you to know I would never say anything to anyone else. I think it's good. It's been so obvious for such a long time, and this beautiful place. There's no better place. You deserve some fun." Fin said with a sincere smile.
"Fin. Thank you. And I appreciate you keeping this to yourself, but we're not just fooling around on vacation." Olivia began.
Fin's confused expression encouraged her to continue, "We've been dating for four months. Well, 12 years really, but four months seriously."
"You love him?" Fin asked.
"With all of my being." Olivia whispered.
"Well then I'm all good. As long as he is treating you like a queen, I am all for it!" Fin said, squeezing her shoulder.
"Wait, Fin. How did you know this morning?" Olivia asked hesitantly.
"Well. I definitely knew you weren't alone this morning, when you answered the door in a fluster. And I noticed Elliot's T-shirt on the floor." Fin smirked, "I really am sorry if I started something. I hope I did cause any tension."
"You have no idea." Olivia laughed, thinking about the tension that still resided deep in her core, "No idea."
Fin smirked, not wanting to pry further. The pair watched several more RCMP members head back to the safe house, paint wounds evident. Olivia heard a sharp whistle and looked over to see Elliot and Don across the field. Elliot was motioning for Fin and Olivia to head up the side and cut to the middle, while he and Don covered their push forward. Olivia nodded in agreement looking back at Fin for confirmation. Fin and Olivia stepped out in front of the picnic table from opposite sides. They could hear the paintballs flying in their direction, as well as some coming from Elliot and Don's cover. Fin took cover behind a wall of pallets, while Olivia found a spot behind a barrel. She could hear someone on the other side and motioned for Fin to cover her back. Olivia pooped around the side, shooting her opponent and then tucking back in behind the barrels. Olivia and Fin worked their way up the right side, with the help of Don and Elliot, as well as their own cover.
Olivia and Fin were behind a wooden box, beside the hill that held the flag. Olivia motioned a plan to Fin and took a deep breath. Olivia pushed herself up, sniping an opponent on the hill. She sprinted up the hill and grabbed the flag. Olivia tossed the flag down to Fin and watched him sprint back through the obstacles. She caught a glimpse of Elliot's face when she turned around and wondered for a second why he had that expression. That was until she felt the sting. After Olivia tossed the flag to Fin, the opposing team lit Olivia up. Olivia's back, abdomen and chest were covered in bright yellow and green paint dots. She raised her hands in the air and then heard the bell sound.
Olivia made her way back to the armor shop to meet up with her team. She was greeted with a round of applause and a concerned Elliot. She made eye contact to silently reassure him and moved to put her things away.
"Nice going SVU! Putting your chick in the line of fire. Making her do your dirty work!" a member of the opposing team yelled.
"You're just mad because you guys didn't think of it!" Munch yelled back. The team looks over to the man without any paint on him. Olivia raised her eyebrow, but laughed it off.
"Alright Blue Team!" Kyle cheered, approaching the crowd, "You worked hard, and his means you all will have an advantage for our next activity!"
"And what might that be?" Munch said, exhausted at the thought of it, "Do we have time for one of those famous massages?"
"You will find out over lunch. Please make your way to the restaurant and enjoy what our chefs have cooked up for you, and get ready for adventure number 2!"
"I'll take that as a no." Munch muttered.
The restaurant atmosphere had changed. Officers from different locations, now knew each other from their cooperation and competition. The paintball had provided a great opportunity to break the ice. Even the trash talk had been done in good fun.
Olivia collapsed in her chair, leaving an empty seat for Elliot, who was talking to another officer in the garden. They all chugged their glasses of water, tired from the heat and activity.
"You know Liv, throwing yourself in the line of fire for me, that was pretty heroic!" Munch joked.
"What a joke that guy was hey? Who would've thought that police officers were so competitive!" Fin commented, nodding in the Munch's direction.
"Well I'm just glad that I can slack for this next adventure." Olivia said. Olivia ran her hand over her face and down her neck, massaging the muscles at the base of her neck.
Olivia caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, and even before looking, she knew she was in trouble. Coming up the patio stairs from the garden, was a very wet, very topless Elliot Stabler. Elliot's t-shirt hung in his hand and drops of water trailed down his chest and abdomen, disappearing at the waistband of his trunks. Olivia swallowed hard, wanting to see wear those water drops had gone. She had pushed her tension to the back of her mind during the paintball game, but know she felt it front and center, an intense ache between her legs. Olivia's eyes broke from Elliot's abdomen when she heard Don speak.
"Fall in the lake?" Don asked.
Elliot chuckled sitting down in the empty seat, "I was so hot in those coveralls, I took a really quick dive off the dock."
Olivia noticed the emphasis he put on the word 'hot' and lifted her eyes to see him staring at her. She licked her lips, noticing how dry her mouth had become. Elliot covered his smiled with his hand before putting his t-shirt back on and taking a long sip of water. Olivia watched his lips on the glass, and the way his tongue swiped over the edge picking up the drops of condensation.
"Can I get anyone something else to drink?" A waiter appeared out of nowhere.
Olivia quickly cleared her throat and turned her gaze to the waiter, "I'm fine thanks."
When the waiter had left, Olivia felt a cold, moist hand cup her knee under the table. Her legs were crossed, and she squeezed them tight, trying to ignore the contact.
"I can't wait to eat." Elliot said quietly. If the rest of the table heard it, they had ignored it, but Olivia nearly choked. Elliot knew he was being mean, but he also knew that she would thank him later. He continued to smooth his thumb back and forth on top of her knee, inching up her thigh slowly. As their food came, Elliot continued his hands movements, glancing to check on her every once in a while. Olivia had managed to keep up small conversations and get halfway through her salad, while Elliot continued to tease her. Elliot's hand grazed the edge of her jogging shorts. Feeling her squeeze her legs tighter, Elliot moved his hand further down to the inside of her thigh. Olivia cleared her throat, eyeing him threateningly. Her center throbbed for him. Her cheeks flushed and palms became sweaty. Elliot left his hand on her inner thigh and slid it a few centimeters higher, leaving only a tiny distance between his pinky and the wetness that waited for him.