A/N: Hey ladies! I'm so glad you liked the chapter! This isn't going to be THE smut, but it's going to be a lead in… my little eyeballs are drifting shut and I can't concentrate so I'll maybe put up THE smut tomorrow if this gets lots of R&R!! XO, KJ
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I'd had my suspicions. For a long time. I don't know what led me to make that phone call. What finally made me break? Hawk and Elliot had been working late a lot, or at least that's what Hawk was telling me. Something about it just didn't sit right. Ever since the dinner date with the Stablers, he worked more late nights than ever before. Ever since I was a kid, I've gone with my gut; the police academy just reinforced that. I knew something about this wasn't right. One night, when he was in the shower, I took Elliot's cell phone number from John's phone. I swore to myself the next time he said he was working late with Elliot, I was going to check his story. I was convinced he was having an affair and that he was using his partner as his alibi. The night had finally arrived.
The phone in the kitchen rang and I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey, baby, it's me."
"Hi, Hawk."
"Look, honey, Elliot and I got stuck at the office. I'll be home in a couple hours. Don't hold dinner for me, okay?"
"Okay. I love you."
"I, uh, I love you too, Olivia. I'll see you later."
The line went dead and I hung up the phone for a moment, my hand resting on the receiver. I had to do it. I picked the phone up again and dialed the number I'd committed to memory.
"Stabler."
"Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Olivia."
"Hey."
"Hey, uh, is Hawk with you?"
"No, we wrapped up early today. Why?"
"Um, I… uh… do you think you could come over?" I ask.
"Are you okay, Olivia?"
"Yeah. Just… can you come over?"
"Sure, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thanks, Elliot."
I hung up the phone and immediately felt guilty for checking up on my husband, but Elliot had pretty much confirmed my suspicions. I also felt guilty for another nagging thought: if my husband was having an affair, why couldn't I? I pushed the thought out of my head; Elliot Stabler was a faithful Catholic man who loved his wife. Despite my greatest fantasies, it was highly unlikely he'd ever have a relationship with me.
I lay down on the couch and flipped on the TV to entertain myself while I waited for Elliot. I channel surfed for a few moments before landing on a show about a group of over-sexed doctors in a busy Seattle medical program. I watched mindlessly for a few moments before my thoughts started to drift. To my own desperately under-sexed life. John and I had only made love twice since the dinner date with Elliot and Kathy a month ago, and both times I couldn't orgasm until I thought of Elliot instead of my husband. His blue eyes flashing fire at me while we kissed, gently at first, then more passionately. The soft groans that came from his throat when he pushed his fingers inside me and found me wet and willing. The way he growled my name when he fucked me.
I snapped back to the present when I heard the knock at the door. I tried to calm my racing heart and slow my breathing while I walked to the entryway.
"Hey," I said, pulling the door open.
"Hi. You okay?" he asked, reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. My skin heated when it came in contact with his, a warm flush crawling over my body at the simple, caring contact. I shivered and he pulled his hand away, I'm sure assuming I wasn't interested in his touch, when in fact it was the exact opposite. I was too interested. Too interested for a woman worried about her adulterous husband.
I stepped back so he can come in. "I think Hawk might be having an affair," I admitted.
He let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I… I uh… I think he is too," he said.
"What?" I gasp. He knew? "You son of a bitch. I can't believe you knew and didn't tell me!" I shrieked, taking a run at him.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on. I didn't know for sure until you just said something."
"What do you mean?" I asked, completely confused.
"I think he's having an affair with my wife."
"You can't be serious."
"I've suspected for a while now. The uh, the dinner date… when we went home, Kathy started ranting about how you were looking at me or some stupid thing. The only reason she ever gets accusatory like that is if she's feeling the need to shift the focus off of herself. If she feels guilty."
I feel my cheeks heat to a deep crimson. I wanted to tell him that her jealousy over how I was looking at him was not in her head. It was real. As real as me standing there in front of him. But I didn't. I just nodded and waited for him to continue.
"I started to put two and two together and all of a sudden I was coming up with four. She's been on this kick lately, accusing me of sleeping around, but mostly accusing me of having an affair with you."
I gasped, more out of embarrassment than shock. "Well that's just ridiculous," I said.
"Uh, not really," he said, blushing.
"Why not? You guys have been married for years. You're perfectly happy with her."
"I accidentally said your name once."
"So she becomes a jealous psycho because my name came up in conversation?"
"Um, no. We were… uh. We were… we were making love, and uh, when, um, I, uh, I…" he looked down at the floor, suddenly very interested in the tile pattern in my kitchen tile.
I suddenly understood what he was getting at. When he came. He said my name when he was fucking his wife.
"I'm sorry, this is really awkward," he apologized.
"No, no. Don't worry about it. It's uh, it's okay."
"Olivia…"
"Call me Liv."
"Um, maybe that's not such a good idea," he said.
"Why not?"
"That's uh, that's the name I said when I… you know."
"Elliot, I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to promise me you won't freak out. I handled what you said very calmly, and I need you to do the same for me."
"Okay," he agreed, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
I took a step closer to him so I could whisper in his ear. "I can't have an orgasm unless I'm thinking about you."
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A/N: Evil author and her EVIL cliffy! R&R and you shall have your smut!