Chapter 3: After dinner mints
El: Did you like the Chinese?
Liv: It was delish.
El: Want a beer?
Liv: Sure do.
El: I'm glad to see you didn't give that up.
Liv: Never. Beer is sacred, you know that Stabler.
El: You were gone for too long
Liv: I know.
El: You ever going to leave me again?
Liv: Never
El: Good, my heart couldn't take it.
Liv: Neither could mine.
El: Things are changing between us Liv.
Liv: I know.
El: Are you scared?
Liv: Terrified, you?
El: Not at all.
Liv: Liar.
El (big grin): I'm not lying!
Liv: Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!
El: Real mature Olivia.
Liv: You love it.
El: You love me
Liv: You wish
El: I don't have to wish
Liv: Mighty confident aren't we?
El: With guns like these (flexes his biceps) You betcha.
Liv: You're such an idiot.
El: Yeah, but you still love me.
Liv: Keep it up Stabler.
El: 'Nother beer?
Liv: Sit, I'll get 'em.
(She walked into his kitchen, he followed)
Liv: Do you even have any idea what we are doing?
El: Not a clue, but I like it.
She smiles up at him. He walks closer to her and places his hands on her waist. They are closer then they have ever been before. She wills herself not to freak out. It's just Elliot! What is the big fucking deal anyway!
He draws her in and she rests her head against his chest.
El: You smell nice.
Liv: You feel nice.
He held her just a little tighter. Their bodies fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle.
El: Liv?
Liv: Hmm?
He took his hand and placed his fingers underneath her chin raising it slightly. She thought she was going to faint. Then very slowly, very softly he placed his lips on hers. Neither one of them moved, or breathed for about a minute, and then all of a sudden like a stick of dynamite had exploded so did their kiss. His tongue surpassed her lips, moving, feeling, caressing every inch of her mouth. She tasted like sugar, ok beer, but same difference.
A silent non moving kiss quickly became a hot, passionate, sloppy wet, game of tonsil hockey. His hands began to explore her body, and her his. His hands played with the bottom of her shirt, threatening to be lifted off and thrown to the floor.
Liv: Mind if I rip this shirt off you now?
(Elliot pulled Olivia's shirt up and over her head)
El: Does that answer your question?
(She smiled up at him)
Liv: Uh huh.
She ripped open his shirt exposing his bare muscular chest. Her hands felt the electricity run through her entire body as she ran them up and down her partners chest.
They both suddenly stopped...
Knock! Knock!
a/n: evil grin---only I know who is at the door!! Muh ha ha ha! But I am interested in who YOU thin is at that door!!!!