Disclaimer: I don't own it…..Dick Wolf does.
A/N: Sorry It's been so long. So here's the next part. Constructive criticism please; it sucks doesn't help. Anyway R&R. I may just stop here, because I'm not sure if anyone actually wants me to continue.
The Island
Chapter 4: Yummy
Olivia was brought back to reality by the sudden jerk of the cab. After exiting the car, Olivia was greeted by the most beautiful sight she ever saw. The beach was covered with luscious pink and orange tropical plants and tall palm trees. The clear blue water crashed in large waves against the beach. The little bungalow they would be staying is was set far enough from the main road that anyone who wasn't looking would not know it was there.
"Wow," Olivia marveled at the beautiful sight before her eyes.
"Come on baby." Elliot grabbed Olivia's hand leading her down the path towards the bungalow. When they arrived at the door, Elliot pulled out a key a turned open the lock. Olivia gasped at the sight of the interior. It was beautiful. The inside of the bungalow was beach themed. The walls were all glass, and the furniture was white decorated with colorful tropical flowers. The bed was huge, and so was the kitchen; all new stainless steel appliances. The entertainment area had a flat screen T.V. and French doors leading out to a large patio. The patio had a complete outdoor kitchen, and the most beautiful view of the ocean.
"Why don't we take a walk?" Elliot asked placing their luggage at the front door.
"Okay." Olivia said still encompassed in shock after seeing what Elliot had pulled off.
The two walked along the beach holding hands,
"Let's sit and watch the sunset." Elliot said pulling Olivia down to the beach and wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, and inhaled.
"Smells like strawberries and vanilla. So much better than smelly cop."
"Watch it Stabler." Olivia groaned as he began to places kisses up and down her neck. He soon reached her lips and parted them gently with his tongue. Olivia did not protest as Elliot laid her onto the sand. He rubbed his hand down her side until he reached the bottom of her shirt. She could feel his muscles through his shirt, and it was driving her crazy; his smell his strong arms.
"Stop," she pushed his chest as he began to unbutton her shirt.
"I thought you wanted this. I promise no one will hear you scream," Elliot joked trying to make her comfortable.
"Oh no Elliot, believe me I want this. I just want to be more comfortable." Olivia nodded down towards her gun and badge on her waist.
"Always such a bad ass cop," Elliot laughed.
"As I recall, you like my ass."
Olivia led him back towards the bungalow. She waited for this moment for years. Nothing could stop her now.