Chapter Five: Stuck on You

Olivia walks down the empty street, paying very little attention to what's in front of her and more attention to what just happened in Mark's hotel room. An arousing tingle surges in her body every time she thinks about him, his skill, his ability to bring her to one of the best orgasms she's ever had, and the way he murmurs her name in her ear while she takes in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

And this was only from a short while; she can only imagine what all night with him is like.

The flashing blue and red lights in the distance break her drunk and erotic thoughts. She's close to the crime scene. The sight in front of her is a bit blurry but she can still work. She can still solve a case.

She knows she can.

"Olivia!"

She turns to the voice in the distance and sees Elliot approaching her.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at home," she asks.

Her speech is slightly slurred which makes Elliot frown a little bit. They begin walking in the direction of the crime scene and his car.

"I got Fin and Munch to work the case instead. I'm taking you home."

Olivia scoffs and shifts her weight to one leg, "I can't believe you. I'm fine."

Elliot sighs, no matter how many times he tells her that he think she's drunk, she's going to deny it.

"Yeah, well, Fin's already there and John is on his way so that gives you the night off." There's a small silence and Elliot gestures to the passenger side of his car.

Olivia sighs and slides into the seat. She puts her head back against the headrest and closes her eyes, listening to Elliot get into the driver's side and turn on the car.

"Why aren't you at home? It's Kathy's birthday."

"It was."

Olivia furrows her eyebrows and looks at the time. It's well past two.

"I called you after they went to bed."

Bed. That sounds wonderful to Olivia right about now. Bed with Mark – that sounds even better. She releases a deep breath and closes her eyes.

Elliot looks over at her and mentally smiles to himself for catching her before Cragen saw her exhausted and drunk. He can't help but wonder where she was all night. He left the station before she did, went home to celebrate Kathy's birthday, and then got a call from Cragen about how he couldn't reach Olivia. It's obvious she went out for a drink but why did she sound out of breath and occupied when he called?

He pulls to a stop in front of her apartment. By then, Olivia is fast asleep. Gently, he wakes her and walks her up to her apartment.

"Are you good for the night?" Elliot asks.

"Yeah," Olivia replies tiredly.

He says goodnight and returns home. Olivia, too fatigued to even shower and fully change, removes her jeans and jacket and climbs into bed. In an instant, she's back asleep.

"You slept with her?" An unsurprised Derek asks Mark over the phone.

"I didn't sleep with her, Derek," Mark replies for the second time. No matter how much Derek criticizes at him, it won't kill the wonderful mood he woke up with. He pours coffee into a mug and takes a seat on the couch - the couch that Olivia was just laying on a few hours ago.

"Then what does 'We had a few drinks and went back to the hotel' mean?"

"Exactly that. I didn't fuck her."

"Okay," Derek says caustically

"Don't you have patients or something to take care of?"

As if on cue, Mark hears the tiny beeps coming from Derek's pager on the other line.

"Now that you mention it, I do."

The two say a quick goodbye and hang up.

Mark sits back against the couch and looks around with a smug smile on his face. He looks over at the end table next to him and notices a stack of brochures. One stands out to him. He grabs it and examines it- his smug smile grows into one of excitement.

The sun greets her with a burst of glittering rays and instantly she closes her eyes again. It's too bright and compliments the strong pulse in her head. Olivia elicits an irritated groan and rolls over so her face is buried into the pillow and all she can see is black. It's not until she feels the sun's warmth that she realizes she has to get up sooner or later. Sooner will get her to work on time.

Slowly, Olivia forces herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She disrobes her shirt and notices it.

That.

That ugly, dark, red thing.

Her hickey.

It's on the top of her breast, barely covered by her bra. She knows how she got it but she thought it was just a drunken dream. She'd be lying if she said it doesn't thrill her a little bit and that she's not grateful it's in a spot that'll be completely concealed. Quickly, she checks her neck and other obvious places for those tacky marks and she emits an appreciative sigh that Mark was kind enough not to embarrass her. Reminiscences of last night invade Olivia's mind while she steps into the warm shower. An involuntary smile crosses her face and a sensation of arousal rushes through her body. Her fingers begin to roam her body, hoping to find some of that rush of euphoria leftover from the previous evening.

She catches herself.

She mentally scolds herself for letting herself enjoy that night, enjoy everything he did and said to her, and not minding the hangover she's enduring right now because the time with him was amazing.

Utterly, perfectly, entirely, amazing.

Could she be saying that because she was drunk and he made fingering feel like a night of mind-blowing sex?

Probably. But she can't help but wonder what it's like when she's sober. Not just him fingering her but a night of actual mind-blowing sex.

Her heart begins to speed up at the thought.

Olivia pushes the thoughts to the back of her mind and quickly shuts off the water. She takes a deep breath and tries to think of other things while she gets ready for work.

"Sleep well?" Elliot asks when Olivia sits down.

Olivia sneers at his comment, "Swimmingly." She grabs a few things from the desk drawer and spreads them out.

For the next half an hour, everything is quiet. Elliot occasionally glances up at Olivia. The question concerning where she was the previous night still burns in his mind. He doesn't want to ask because then he'll sound nosy and protective. Then she'll get irritated and stressed. She's already hungover and tired; the combination of all four can be dangerous. He tries to dismiss the concern and return to his work.

Everything is quiet.

"Is there an Olivia Benson here?" The deliveryman calls out when he steps in the precinct.

Olivia looks up to see the uniformed man holding a small bouquet of roses. She furrows her eyebrows with confusion and makes her way over to him. Elliot watches with the same confused look on his face. He turns to Olivia's unattended desk when another noise catches his attention.

A loud vibration shifts Olivia's phone to the edge of the table - then another and then another. Her phone falls to the floor with a lit up screen facing the ceiling. Elliot goes over to it to pick it up. He tries not to read the message. He does everything he can to just calmly put it back on her desk but the screen is just so tempting. One quick glance, one quick glance is all he takes.

One quick glance is all he needs.

Unknown

I can still taste you. I want to hear you whisper my name again.

Come over, Olivia, so we can finish what we started.