I swear I'm working on Both Hands. But I needed to write a story where there is some happiness going on! So here comes more of Those to Come!
"Liv! Stop! Please stop!" Elliot followed quickly behind her, accelerating a little to overtake her. "Please stop." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her to a halt. "Stop!"
"What!?" she screamed, struggling to free herself from his grip. "Leave me alone!" She began to thrash out violently at Elliot, futilely flailing her arms around. The couple stood in the hallway of her apartment building. The door to her home was only a few feet away.
"Liv, I'm sorry." Elliot said, bringing her arms into his chest and putting his arms around her, restraining her in a tight embrace. She relented to his mollification and collapsed silently into his arms. "I'm so sorry." He rested his chin on the top of her head as her small body heaved under his arms for a moment and he hugged her tighter. The pair lingered in the comfort of each other for a while longer before Elliot removed his arms from Olivia's body and he brought her gaze to meet his. "Are you okay?"
"I think you should go now…" she whispered. Elliot felt the disappointment in his core. He wanted to stay with her. Be with her. But he knew he had to respect her so he nodded slowly.
"The trial is in three days. I'll be done and come back to the squad. We'll talk then?"
Olivia's eyes were fixed on the floor. Her hair fell into her face so Elliot could not read her expression. Elliot sighed and lifted her chin with his finger. Tears had filled her eyes and she looked frightened. Elliot leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead. Her eyes closed in elation as his lips connected with her skin. Her body released a deep breath of release and she started to nod.
"Yeah. We'll talk when you get back." She whispered.
Olivia walked into the squad room and sat at her desk when an envelope landed before her. The cursive writing on the white sheet stated her name. Olivia looked up at Munch in confusion.
"There's a police function tomorrow night." Munch muttered and Olivia frowned.
"Don't tell me we have to go."
"We are expected to be attend and dress up." Fin rumbled, displeased with the situation.
"Why?" Olivia fought back. "I don't want to." She realized that she sounded like a spoiled two-year old and changed her response, "What's it for?"
"We're getting an award. Something about the squads high conviction rate. We are expected to be there, dress up, smile and clap along side the people who constantly set up road blocks for us when we're busting perps."
"The whole squad?" Olivia gestured to the room of people busily participating in the daily work of destroying the terrible criminals that ravaged their beloved city.
"No." Fin shot, "Cragen's "top detectives" are required to be at hand."
"So that means John Munch, Odafin Tutuola, Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler will attend against their better judgment." Munch pointed out.
"They're going to let Elliot come to this thing? The trial isn't until Friday."
"You didn't hear?" Munch asked ominously.
"No." Olivia shook her head, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"
"They moved Elliot's testimony to today. Simply so he can attend tomorrow." Fin answered.
"So he'll be back tomorrow?" Olivia felt her chest tighten. She was unable to decipher if she was feeling dread or excitement.
"I guess so. This dinner must be a big deal." Munch lazily tossed a scrunched paper into the waste bin.
"It is." Cragen entered the squad room and smiled slightly. "We're getting the biggest honor of the year. Special Victims has cracked some of the highest profile cases this year. Even the Major Case Squad is jealous of some of the perps we've busted. OnePP is impressed. So quit whining, take a shower-" Cragen looked pointedly at Munch who rolled his eyes, "Spiff yourselves up-"
Fin looked at Olivia and mouthed, "Spiff?" which made her giggle.
Cragen ignored them and continued with his speech, "And get to the Plaza by 6:00pm tomorrow." Olivia, Munch and Fin all nodded to symbolize the arrangement. "Now, I'd like to welcome back someone we've missed around here."
Olivia's heart jumped into her throat. "I thought Elliot was coming back tomorrow-" she whispered in fear.
Cragen shook his head, "His testimony was this morning. He's done. He's ours again."
Suddenly Elliot appeared from Cragen's office and before the squad. Fin and Munch grinned and clapped Elliot on the back. The past seemed to be forgotten.
"Welcome back man." Fin greeted.
"Good to see you back." Munch affirmed.
"Thanks guys." Elliot's grin was from ear to ear. He then turned his gaze to Olivia. She bit her lip. The feeling that was swelling inside her nearly exploded before she threw herself at him and embraced him.
"I'm so glad you're back." She whispered into his shoulder. She could feel him laughing under her.
"I missed you too Liv."
They separated quickly and smiled at each other. Cragen ignored to obviously emotional embrace and pointed to Elliot's desk.
"Your invitation for tomorrow night is there. You have a tux on hand?" Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"No one told me I had to wear a tux." He frowned.
"It's formal. Would you guys quit complaining? This is an honor! You should be excited!" Cragen shouted before storming off to his office.
Elliot smiled and turned to Olivia, "I see he hasn't laid off the caffeine."
Olivia grinned and shook her head. "Nope. So, you ready to deal with some nasty rapists again?"
Elliot smirked, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Olivia stared down to the bottom of her tall glass. Melting red ice circled the bulls eye at the bottom. The thick, pungent smell of rum wafted up and caused her to feel dizzier than she already was.
"Anybody need more?" Casey's voice sounded much further away than it should have. Olivia sloppily lifted her glass above her head.
"Fill 'er up!" She muttered and she felt light drops of liquid hit her wrists as Casey messily poured the paralyzing concoction into Olivia's glass. As soon as Olivia felt her glass fill to the brim, she lowered it to her mouth and drank as if she had been in the Sahara for a year.
"Liv, you should slow down?" Munch's voice of reason tickled Olivia's ear drum, along with the Bob Marley drifting from the large stereo system in Fin's house. Casey had come back into New York for a meeting that day so the team had gathered at Fin's to celebrate Elliot's return and to catch up with Casey. The night started out quiet enough but soon the hard liquor was pulled out and no one bothered to control themselves.
"Why?" Olivia responded.
"Touché." Casey laughed before drinking from the blender before her.
"My drink isn't strong enough…" Olivia blindly searched beside her for the bottle of rum. Munch didn't even have a chance at stopping her. She unscrewed the top quickly and dumped the remainders of the bottle into her glass.
"You have enough rum in there to strip furniture!" Munch cried. Casey laughed while opening another bottle and pouring it into her blender.
Olivia finished her drink and stood slowly, hoping to prove that she wasn't drunk. But as she stood, her mind wandered to Elliot.
"Where are the boys?" She asked while supporting herself with the table.
"Don't answer her." Munch told Casey.
"On the balcony." Casey told Olivia.
Olivia smirked as she started climbing the stairs. She saw Elliot standing on the balcony attached to Fin's bedroom. Fin was headed in the opposite direction but Olivia barely noticed him.
"El?" Olivia whispered. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall. She wore a white wife beater, a grey cardigan, along with a pair of jean cut-off short shorts. She had lost her shoes early in the night and her hair was loose and straight.
She felt her breath catch when Elliot turned to face her. He wore a gray t-shirt and a black hooded zip-up sweater with jeans. It was simple but it made her heart jump into her throat.
"Hey Liv." Elliot whispered back. Olivia took notice of the empty tequila bottle on the ground and the drained glass in Elliot's hand. Olivia stepped closer to Elliot and she noticed his feet moved towards her. Suddenly the space between them was closed and she had slipped her hands through the front of his sweater to the small of his back. She felt his hands against her skin on her hips and small of her back. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed fervently. Elliot started removing Olivia's cardigan, button by button, while still maintaining contact with her lips and tongue.
"Nuh uh! Not in here! Not in my room!" Fin's voice suddenly broke the moment. Elliot and Olivia turned to see Fin standing at the door of his bedroom.
"The guest room is downstairs! If you're going to get it on, you're going to do it in another bed."
Olivia looked up at Elliot and raised her eyebrow at him. He smirked before lifting her body up against his. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck and began kissing his temples and lips while he carried her from the room.
The couple hurried past Munch, who was holding back Casey's hair as she vomited into a trash bin. They hit the bottom of the stairs and Elliot set Olivia to her feet on the ground.
Olivia could barely contain herself as she removed Elliot's sweater.
"Where is that bedroom?" Olivia whispered. Elliot smiled as he traced his fingers along the waist of Olivia's shorts.
"You wanna…?" His eyes moved to the door down the hallway. Olivia stood on her tiptoes and connected her lips with his bottom one. She gently ran her fingers through his hair.
"What's life without a little drunken sex?"
"A boring life indeed." Olivia placed her hands on his chest and started pushing him towards the door of Fin's guest room. When his back connected with the closed door, he pulled Olivia into him and started kissing her neck. She moaned in pleasure before she turned the doorknob and started lowering herself to the bed. She pulled Elliot down by his shirt and soon his legs were positioned on either side of her hips as he attacked her neck with his lips and teeth and tongue. The shets felt like a velvet carpet to her and Elliot's breath kept her warm. Olivia's fingers connected around Elliot's neck as she begged him to come closer. Suddenly she felt Elliot's body straddling her while he sat up straight and started undoing the button on her shorts. Olivia arched her back against him and was able to feel a pleasing hardness between Elliot's legs with her body.
"Oh God, you're killing me." He whispered as he hooked his thumbs in her belt loops and starting inching her shorts down her hips.
Olivia then suddenly pounced up and flipped Elliot onto his back. She quickly removed his shirt and then started working on the belt of his pants. Her shorts sat low on her hips, reveling the black lacey panties she wore underneath.
Elliot worked on Olivia's shorts while she removed his pants. It only took a moment for their connection to be made complete.
Olivia gasped and Elliot moaned. Their movements were in sync as the air between them became hot and sticky. The pair purred in the ecstasy of finally satisfying the sexual attraction that hung in the air around them 24/7.
In the moment that the pair collapsed in pleasure, their breathing matched and their hearts beat against each other in unison.
It wasn't long until the couple had dressed and fallen asleep next to each other on the bed. It was a warm New York night and with the air blowing through an open window, their combined body heat and the liquor running through their blood, the duo was very warm.
The sunlight had warmed Olivia's eyelids to a point where they would no longer stay shut. As they lifted, she took in her surroundings. She was laying inside someone's house… her house? Fin's house? Fin's. There was a blanket on her. There was a body pressed up against hers. Who? Who? Elliot. Olivia smiled at the memory that came rushing back. She didn't remember much else but she remembered the heat between the two of them. Olivia rolled over and found herself face to face with Elliot. His eyelids were flickering and so she started to kiss them gently. She trailed her kisses from his eyes to his nose and cheeks and then finally down to his lips. Once hers connected with his, Elliot's eyelids opened slightly.
"Now this, I like." He murmured before kissing Olivia. Olivia grinned and looked Elliot in the eye.
"Last night… was… thank you."
Elliot smiled and placed his hand on her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb. He continued to stare with a dopey grin on his face and opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but stopped and just connected his lips with hers again. They continued kissing for a while longer before Olivia separated and pulled away. She raised her body from their bed and groaned. She was tired. And still a bit drunk.
"We should go upstairs. See where everyone else is." She then held her hand out to Elliot and he took it while raising himself from the bed.
The pair stood facing each other and Elliot slipped his arms through hers and placed his hands on her back before pulling her closer to him. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. Olivia nearly dissolved in his arms.
When Elliot had finished kissing her, Olivia grinned. "What was that for?" She asked.
Elliot smiled. "I just can't stop. I like kissing you. I like touching you. I like spending my time with you." Elliot paused to kiss Olivia again, "And I love kissing you."
Olivia smiled, "You already said that…"
Elliot grinned and kissed her again, "I know. But I just wanted an excuse to do it again."
Olivia dropped her hand from his shoulder to his hand and entangled her fingers with his. She squeezed his hand gently and led him into the rest of Fin's house.
I know I know, but I couldn't resist a little fluff. But this wouldn't be a true E/O without some fluff.
My eyes keep getting caught on this little thing that's at the bottom of the screen.... I think it says review... hmmm, could you check that out for me?