The detectives returned to there room at about 10pm. Elliot opened the door and let Olivia pass through. He giggled to himself as he took a step closer so that she bumped into him.
"So, what did you think?" Olivia asked she loved it when they bumped into each other.
"Not so sure yet. That one guy with the orange shirt on--I mean what was he about!" He laughed.
"I know! Olivia laughed out "Did you hear him when he told his wife that this marriage had to work because he wasn't getting divorced for the 5th time!"
"We should introduce him to Munch; something tells me they would be great friends." Elliot said still laughing.
"But seriously, the only one I got wind of was that guy who came into the room asked the waitress if this was the "Smith" wedding and walked out. I mean obviously that room was not a place for a wedding reception…he wasn't much to look at either."
The guy was heavy set, and his face was scruffy, not the good kind of scruffy either, the grotesque kind.
"I got the same vibe from him." Elliot said as he looked at his partner, who was stroking her hands through her hair. Does she have to do that right in front of me, he thought, doesn't she know that drives me wild?
Olivia caught Elliot looking at her. If I didn't know better I swear that Elliot Stabler was just checking me out. She grinned as she continued to stroke her hair.
"I need a drink, care to join me at the hotel bar wifey? Elliot teased.
"Definitely, being married to you will cause any one to drink." She teased backed.
"Ha Ha Ha." He laughed in her ear, causing her body temperature to rise 10 degrees!
They headed down to the bar, where they both secretly hoped that other couples from the seminar would be there so they had an excuse to act as a couple. Something they both have wanted to do for some time now.
They got there wish. There were at least 4 other couples enjoying themselves at the bar. As soon as they both noticed this, Elliot grabbed Olivia's hand and held it tightly. Her hand was so soft and warm he thought to himself.
When Elliot grabbed her hand Olivia felt her stomach drop three floors. There was such energy between them that she didn't believe she was the only one that could feel it.
They took a seat at the bar.
"Two Please." Elliot gestured to the bartender.
"This is kind of nice" He said to Olivia, "Sure beats being at the station house looking at horrific photographs."
"You can say that again." She agreed as the bartender put two cold ones in front of them.
"Cheers Elliot, "As she held up her beer to his, "to the best husband I have ever had." She said with a smile as she nudged his shoulder with hers.
They talked and talked and talked. There were no weird silences, no awkward pauses just two best friends having the time of there lives telling old stories, and flirting…lots of flirting was going on. Also lots of touching. Elliot was stroking her legs, petting her hair, and giving her small kisses on her neck any chance he got.
They were as close as could be; in fact if Olivia were any closer to him she would be on his lap. The bartender came up to them, "Sorry guys were closing now, you can finish your drinks but then I got to start cleaning up."
"Oh my god Elliot! Look at the time; I can't believe it is this late!" Olivia said.
"Well you know how time flies when your having fun." He took his credit card out of his wallet and gave it to the bartender.
The bartender gave them a strange look. "Can I ask you guys a question, I see that you're here for the marriage counseling seminar,"--she pointed to there name tags, both of them forgot they were wearing.
They both nodded.
"Well it seems to me that you guys are doing just fine. From my end, doesn't look like you need any help. If you guys were any more love with each other---well, I just don't think that is possible."
For once in his life Elliot was speechless.
Olivia thanked her as Elliot signed the receipt and they walked out, arm in arm.
They were at the elevator still arm in arm. They got in and the doors shut. All of a sudden something took a hold of Elliot, he grabbed Olivia close to him and gave Olivia the biggest kiss on the lips, and to his surprise she let him. It only lasted a second, but seemed like forever.
Trying to compose her self Olivia asked, "What was that for?"
"What I can't give my wife a kiss? He responded with that smirk she had become all too familiar with.
"No, sure you can, I just wasn't expecting it is all." she managed to get out while her insides were going crazy.
The elevator dinged and they got out. Still arm in arm, both beaming.
Olivia hic upped, was very cute Elliot thought.
"I think I'm drunk." Olivia said as they entered their room
"Think you're drunk?!" Elliot said in a kidding way, "Olivia you couldn't be more drunk, if I wasn't holding you up you would have never made it to the elevator let alone the hotel room!"
"Oh I see what is going on, you wanted to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me…is that it El?" Olivia replied as she walked closer to Elliot and placed her hand on his chest in a playful way.
"My evil plan has been outed by the greatest detective in the world!" Elliot shouted, and cupped his hands over Olivia's that were still on his chest. Then thought to himself, hmmm...i might be bit drunk as well.
"Ah--you're drunk too!" Olivia said immediately after Elliot just thought that. It was amazing they connection they had.
Elliot knew what he wanted to do. This was the perfect time, just kiss her he thought, just do it. He looked down into her eyes, she was looking at him, he knew that look, it was the look that was saying, kiss me you fool. They both leaned in closer, finally there lips touched.
It was soft, it was nice. They stayed like that for a minute, lips just touching, then it was more then they could bare, he grabbed her tightly and pulled her in. They kissed passionately. His tongue was inside her mouth, he couldn't believe it, all he could think about was how long he had been waiting to be kissing this gorgeous woman.
Finally she pulled away; she wiped her swollen lips with the back of her hand.
"Elliot--we have to stop, we can't do this…not like this." she said looking down at his hand that was intertwined with hers.
Elliot took a deep breath, "You're right, I hate when you are right."
"You love it when I'm right" She teased
Elliot tried to stop himself before he said it but it was no use, "I love you….when you wrong too" he managed to get the last part out to escape complete embarrassment.
"We should hit the sack; we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," Olivia said, "Mind if I use the bathroom first?"
"No go ahead, ladies first." Elliot replied.
When she shut the bathroom door Olivia wanted to jump up and down screaming she was so excited. She couldn't believe what just happened. She pulled herself together and got ready for bed.
When she came out of the bathroom Elliot was already in bed watching TV. When he heard the door open he sat up, and just starred at her. She was wearing short navy blue shorts and a gray tank top- no bra, her hair was down, and her makeup removed. She looked amazing, only Olivia could look like goddess in just her pajama's he thought.
She got into bed and faced the opposite way from Elliot. He turned off the TV and slid over to the girl he had secretly loved for 8 years. He kissed the back of her neck. They were now in the spooning position. He placed his hands around her waist. Elliot was almost positive that Olivia would not go for this, but to his surprise she placed her hands over his and rubbed them gently. We are the cutest wannabeecouple I have ever seen she thought to herself.