1Disclaimer: Stop asking, I still don't own them. Its quite upsetting though.
I'm leaving for Thanksgiving, so I'm leaving you all with this little cliffhanger until I return next week. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, and enjoy the fact that tonight's episode is Dani's last!!!!!!
After driving for about 15 minutes, and passing only minimal traffic, they pulled up to a street with several apartment buildings on it. The street itself was dark, and various pieces of trash littered the sidewalk. By all means, it was not the Hilton. Ryan parked the car, and extended his hand out to Olivia to help her out. Still very drunk, Olivia clung to Ryan for support as the pair walked down the block a ways until they reached one of the buildings. They walked down the dimly lit hallway and stopped at the last apartment door on the left. Ryan unlocked the door and pushed the brown painted door open.
Inside Ryan's apartment, Olivia surveyed the room, as best she could through her blurred vision. It was small, fairly empty, and had a musty, old smell to it. There was a kitchen, living area, and a small hallway with two doors coming off of it. Olivia assumed they went to the bedroom and bathroom. An old 70's plaid couch sat facing the TV, and an end table with a lamp completed the look. 'Definitely could use some help from Extreme Home Makeover or something,' Olivia thought as she massaged her throbbing forehead.
"Here, drink this." Ryan handed Olivia a glass with what looked like juice in it, "You're really drunk, and it will help with the hangover tomorrow."
Wanting to do anything to avoid a major hangover, Olivia took the glass from him and drank its contents.
Within minutes, began to feel sleepy. She felt as if her head was floating, and standing became a major feat. Olivia wandered over to the couch and lied down, giving in to the dizzy feeling. She was knocked out cold.
"That was too easy," Ryan stated, out loud knowing that Olivia wouldn't be waking up any time soon, "now, lets see what our pretty little woman looks like under her clothes."
Ryan proceeded in almost a ceremonial fashion, slowly and deliberately, to take off Olivia's jacket, when his hand ran across something on her hip, her service revolver. "A cop?" He looked through her pockets, where he came across her badge. "Special Victims Unit, sex crimes?!? Ahhh, this is too good, out of all the women I could have picked, I picked a sex crimes cop! The sex crimes cop is going to become a sex crimes victim, that's so ironic" He let out a loud laugh, completely amused with himself, as he sang a couple of lines from Alanis Morrisette's Ironic. "Isn't it ironic, don't you think?" he continued to hum the song, as he carefully removed her shirt, revealing her black lacy bra, and flat stomach. Slowly, he ran his fingers over her soft skin, receiving pleasure from the slightest touch of her. He traced his finger around her belly button, and up to where her bra intimately hid her from view. Ryan slid his hand underneath Olivia and with one swift motion, unsnapped and removed her bra. Her nipples peaked, hard from the coolness in the room. He allowed his tongue to trace each nipple, as well as her neck and down her stomach. Olivia's skin glistened from the wetness of Ryan's mouth. Fully satisfied with the foreplay and ready to move on to better things, Ryan lifted her legs up, and slid her pants and black panties off in one fluid act. Overcome with the beauty of her body, he pushed all of himself deep into her, repeating the motion over and over with Olivia's limp body. Only a few minutes passed, and he was finished with her. He placed all of her articles of clothing in a black trash bag, and took it out to the dumpster, disposing of everything she had on her. He knew that she wouldn't need it soon anyways. He walked back inside his apartment, and grabbed the still unconscious Olivia by the hair, and drug her through his bedroom into a small secret room, off of his closet.