I know it's short. Too tired to care. Going to bed now. Too tired for AN as well.
Disclaimer: Sleep is good, very good. I don't care that I don't own it right now because I brought the third season last week. I have no idea if that actually makes sense.
Enjoy...
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14th February,
Some back road, upstate New York.
4:45pm
Olivia glanced at her wrists, quickly pulling her sleeves down and gripping the cuffs with her fingers, as if it would somehow help the situation. She quickly looked back up at Elliot, trying to stop possible lies forming in her head. Her breathing pattern changed the slightest bit and she retained the 'deer in headlights' look.
"Elliot, don't go there." She murmured in a warning tone.
"Liv…" Elliot sighed, "What happened, what did Ryan do?" He replied, his gaze softening a little.
"Elliot, please; don't go there." Olivia replied, shaking her head and setting her jaw.
"Liv, tell me: What did he do?" Elliot let go of her foot, letting it rest on his knee.
"Elliot!" Olivia set her dark gaze on him, daring him to push her.
"Olivia, do you seriously expect me to not press this? You're my best friend and you have bruises on your wrists that are consistent with r-" Elliot stopped, quickly realizing what he was about to say.
Olivia's eyes widened as her jaw dropped, "I-I-" she shook her head in disbelief, really not sure what to say, "You can't just say that, Elliot! That's not something you can just say!"
"Liv, I wouldn't ask unless…" He gestured to her bruises and let her fill in the blanks.
Olivia looked down and slipped her left hand into her right sleeve, gently rubbing her wrist.
13th February,
Benson Residence
7:37pm
Olivia sat opposite Ryan, laughing at some story he was telling, careful not to spill her wine on her dress. He continued animatedly for a few more moments before sighing as he gazed at Olivia, "You're so beautiful. You know that, right?" he asked, smiling softly.
Olivia gave her own small smile, ducking her head to hide her blush.
Ryan quietly took her wine from her, resting both glasses of red on Olivia's glass coffee table. He gently leaned over her, brushing back her hair as he lifted her chin, "You are," he whispered before pressing his lips to hers. They kissed softly for a moment before the passion slowly began to fill them, quickly becoming heated. Ryan rested his open palm on her leg, gently creeping; pushing her dress up higher and higher. He reached her thigh before she pulled his hand away, linking his fingers with hers. They stayed like that for a few moments before Ryan dropped her hand again, placing it back on her thigh, now pulling at her stockings.
Removing herself from the kiss; Olivia pulled away and looked into Ryan's eyes, "Ryan, what are you doing?" she whispered.
Ryan didn't answer, instead grinning in a way that made her shudder with fear, "Ry, you're scaring me. It's not funny."
Ryan ignored Olivia, grabbing her hands in one swift movement and holding her wrists with both hands as he shoved her against the couch and beneath him. He held her hands in place with his right and used his left to rip through her stockings as he pressed his knees into her thighs. Olivia wriggled and squirmed, trying to free herself. She could feel him bruising her, the pads of his fingers marking her flesh as she struggled. Her stockings we're actually ripped. She couldn't believe it when all she felt was his skin creeping up the inside of her thigh instead of nylon.
He laughed as she clamped her knees shut; throwing his head back and laughing, even though she had cut off his target. He dragged his nails down the inside of her thigh, making her cry out in pain, knowing he had drawn blood
The only thing knocking her out of reality was what she had barely called out, what she had cried so quietly when in pain, in need of help, in need of a savior, "Ellllllllliot!!" she almost sobbed.
Olivia choked back her tears, knowing that she couldn't give him the satisfaction of watching her break. In the midst of the nylon ripping and the leg scratching his right knee had slipped and Olivia took this as her opportunity. She thrusted her own knee right into his crotch before punching him in the side of the face, feeling her knuckles bruise as they slammed against his cheek bone.
Ryan was off her and mid standing in seconds, cursing and swearing, "You BITCH! FILTHY, NO GOOD SLUT!!" He screamed, the audible slap of his hand on her cheek echoing through the room.
He turned on his heal, leaving a stunned Olivia on the couch in one of her best dresses and shredded stockings.
She wanted to call Elliot, she wanted to call him so badly but something inside her broke. She couldn't even reach for the phone. She couldn't tolerate the shame of calling him and asking for his help. It was a horrible thing to think but her pride kept stabbing her in the gut, betraying her over and over every time she reached for the phone so instead, she got up and walked into the bathroom, stripped off and got in the shower. She didn't stay under long, her body sore and tired. She pulled the disinfectant out of her bathroom cabinet and quickly dabbed some onto the scratches before dressing in her most comfortable clothes…which just happened to be Elliot's most comfortable clothes as well, and she slipped into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
14th February,
Some back road, upstate New York.
4:51pm
"Liv?" Elliot murmured quietly.
Olivia eyes had sort of glazed over, trapping her in a memory; a memory which Elliot knew he couldn't rescue her from. Her head and dropped slightly, her body not co-operating with her mind as she slumped sideways against the passenger seat. She still blinked but she licked her lips occasionally, moistening them subconsciously. She only did that when she was scared or nervous. That's how he knew she was trapped and needed his help and if that wasn't enough; when he heard her strangle his name from her throat he knew she needed him. He had tried to gently wake her out of this daydream-nightmare, calling her name and gently squeezing her calf or something like that but it wasn't working.
He ran his hand up the inside of her pants, gently letting his fingers dance to about her mid calf and then running back down, repeating the process.
He moved his hand and rested on her knee, drawing gentle circles like he did on her ankle, "Liv?" He gently asked again.
Olivia's head shot up and she looked Eliot in the eye, holding his gaze with a sort of emptiness he had never seen her possess before, "Please Elliot. Please, just don't ask me what happened," Olivia mumbled.
Elliot nodded a little before resting Olivia's foot and the edge of the car and standing, "How about you push your seat back and let your foot sit on the dash?"
Olivia gave a small smile and pushed back into the seat, twisting so she was now fully seated in the car. Elliot pulled the small lever near the front and gently moved Olivia's seat further back before she lifted her foot to rest on the dashboard. Elliot stood and closed her door, making his way around the sedan in the already near pitch black before opening his own door and sliding in. He looked over at Olivia who now had her eyes closed.
As if she could sense him gazing at her she spoke softly, "Keep me awake."
Elliot's brow furrowed, wondering what he was meant to do or say in a situation like this. His immediate thoughts were pretty physical and had something to do with his lips on hers. His second thought was to ask about her bruises again but he had already made a silent promise not to mention that so he went to the next best thing, "I spy with my little eye; something beginning with…" He looked around the car for a moment before deciding, "M."
Olivia smiled again, still with her eyes closed, "Mirror," she mumbled.
"You suck, you didn't even open your eyes." Elliot huffed playfully, flirtatiously almost, grinning when her smile widened.
"How many things in a car begin with 'M', El?" Olivia asked, folding her arms under her chest tighter, "This ice-pack really isn't doing anything for the cold," she muttered.
"Okay, Liv. How about this one?" Elliot left her second comment alone but was always up for a challenge, "What about the letter…'W'?" he smiled at his choice.
"Windscreen wipers go swish, swish…" Olivia began the old song she had heard years ago from one of the children she had helped who sang it in the squad car as they took her to her aunts place and out of the hell with her father.
Elliot decided to go for the big guns, "'G'?"
Olivia opened her eyes lazily and looked up at Elliot with a slight smirk on her lips, "Wouldn't happen to be the gum you have in the glove box would it?" She was grinning now at Elliot's fallen expressing as he glanced quickly around the car for something else.
His eyes finally settled on something, "C?" he said confidently.
Olivia thought for a moment before closing her eyes and resting back into the car seat, trying to find the warm spot again. Finally comfortable she smiled softly for a moment, "'Clicky things', Elliot? Really? Don't you mean indicators?"
"I hate you." Elliot pouted, slumping down in his seat.
14th February,
Some back road, upstate New York.
5:15pm
"Are you asleep?" Elliot whispered, hoping that if she was he wouldn't wake her.
"Yes." Olivia mumbled quietly, knowing Elliot was smiling when she heard his suppressed laughter, "Leave me alone. I'm tired and sleep…is…g…oo…b." Olivia yawned at the end of her sentence.
"I know sleep is goob," Elliot laughed, mocking Olivia, "I like sleep too but one of us needs to stay awake," He sighed, watching Olivia's features relax again.
"Why?" Olivia yawned once more, trying to keep the conversation flowing.
"Because." Elliot replied, yawning himself. He didn't really have a reason; just that he wanted to sit and watch her as she slept, making note of the way her nose twitched and she constantly tried to blow the hair out of her face.
"Fair enough." Olivia mumbled sleepily, hanging onto the verge on unconsciousness.
"Are you cold?" Elliot yawned again; sleep deprivation kicking in as he tried not to let his eyes slip shut.
"Freezing." Olivia replied, shivering and letting her teeth chatter for effect.
Elliot slowly pushed his door open and got out of the car, closing it as quietly as he could before walking around to Olivia's side and opening her door. Olivia shrieked at the sudden hit of cold and snowflakes as it swirled into the car, "What are you doing?"
"Warming you up." Elliot leaned over and pulled the back door open as well before he scooped Olivia up and quickly transferred her from the front to the back, careful of her leg.
Elliot slammed Olivia's door closed and dropped into the back seat as well before also closing that door. Her shuffled closer to Olivia, noticing how much colder it was than the front seat.
"H-h-h-h-how issss th-th-this w-w-w-warmer?" Olivia asked, her teeth chattering violently as she tried to work out his reasoning.
Elliot shuffled closer and pulled Olivia to him, getting her as close as she possibly could. He smiled when he felt warmer instantly, hoping Olivia was gathering the same heat from him. He slid his arm around her and gently rubbed patterns on her arm through her thick coat, wondering if she could feel them.
Elliot leaned in close, pressing his cheek to hers, he whispered into her ear the answer to her question;
"Body heat."
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I hope I gave you a little sexual tension there.
Going to bed now on this fine sunday morning...at 1:34am.
Morning,
Curses...