A/N: You better like it. That's all I have to say about that.

You'd think that after a full night of lying there, thinking, she would have come up with something a little more helpful. Instead she was faced with the fact that if there was indeed a Hell, she was certainly headed in that direction. She had to be. You can't sleep with your married best friend and get through those pearly gates. No chance in Hell. That thought made her laugh a little.

"What's so funny." Elliot asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I'm going to Hell." Olivia answered.

"Somehow, I don't find that amusing." He replied.

"It's funnier than you know."

"Obviously."

Elliot pulled Olivia closer. She wasn't sure it was the greatest of ideas, but she also wasn't exactly thinking clearly at the moment, so she allowed it. It felt good. It felt warm. She decided she liked being close to him. Sex or no, close was good.

"So..?" Elliot asked after a long pause.

"So what?"

"So, what now?"

"I suppose we get out of bed, get dressed, maybe eat a little something, and get on with our lives. Pretend this never happened."

"Liv-"

"I won't tell Kathy. I would never tell Kathy."

"I'm not..well, I am a little worried about that, but I don't want to pretend this never happened." Elliot said, looking down at her.

"Too bad, because that's what has to happen." She told him as she pulled herself out of his arms.

"You're bossy."

"I thought you already knew that." Olivia smirked at him while throwing on some clothes.

"Fine. You pretend it never happened. I'll know that it did." Elliot said as he too got up and put some clothes on.

"El, come on. I'll know it happened too. I'll just...pretend it didn't. That way everybody wins."

"I don't win." Elliot said, turning to her after pulling his shirt down.

"Really? I thought you won pretty big last night." She joked.

Elliot smiled and followed Olivia out of her room.

"True. But-"

"We're best friends, Elliot. We shouldn't have done that, but we did anyway, and now we are pretending we didn't." Olivia said sternly.

"Make believe is for children, Olivia"

"Coffee?" Olivia asked as she made her way into the kitchen.

Coffee sounded fan-fucking-tastic. He'd need coffee, to get him through the day he was about to have. Knowing her, it would take all day to convince her that pretending they didn't sleep together was a bad idea. He'd also have to tell Kathy. What kind of man would he be if he didn't? A liar and a cheat. Perfect. So he nodded in agreement.

Olivia set about making their coffee. Wondering about her kitchen in that same cute manner she always did. Cute? Wondering about the kitchen is now...cute?

"It happened. And I'm telling Kathy."

"Elliot!" Olivia slammed a cupboard shut and spun around to face him. "That is the worst idea I've ever heard. You can't do that. She already hates me. She's already mad at you. That idea...sucks."

"I'm telling her anyway. She can hate you and be mad at me all she wants. I'm not going to lie to her. Not telling her is the same as lying." Elliot informed her.

"You won't even lie to your wife for you best friend? What kind of friend are you?" Olivia whined.

Elliot chuckled a bit at that.

"The kind you sleep with?"

"I guess that makes you one of a kind." Olivia smiled and poured hem each a cup of coffee.

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