Sorry for the delay been really busy with real life stuff getting in the way.

I am going to try my best to take turns in updating all my other stories with a hope of actually getting them finished.

Chapter 18

Elliot dropped his head and kissed the junction between her neck and shoulder sending shivers through her body. "I know how you feel," he told her as she tipped her head to the side giving him better access. "I want you as well," he said as he lifted her onto the counter behind them.

Olivia spread her legs slightly and he stepped between them as he carried on kissing her neck.

"I can tell," she smiled as she felt his erection pushing against her.

"I'm sorry," he said dropping his head to her shoulder. "It's been a while, and I have thought about being with you like this for so long," he sighed his hands gripping her hips.

"For me as well," she said running her finger nails across the back of his neck.

"And as much as I want to take you, here and now…..We can't, not with everyone watching us."

"I know," he mumbled his lips never leaving her skin.

"El, we should stop," she mumbled against his lips.

"Mmmm ….. Okay," he replied his lips making their way down her neck and he gently suckled on the skin between her neck and shoulder. "In a bit."

Olivia smiled and moved her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. She dug her nails into his back as she held him, the dull ache he was causing between her legs getting stronger and stronger. She wanted him so much but she knew she had to stop what they doing, before it got to out of hand and they fucked right here in the kitchen in front of everyone.

"El Stop!" she said knowing those two words would make him stop straight away. Sure enough he did dropping his head to her shoulder.

"We are supposed to be married Liv," he breathed against her. "Married couples are allowed to make out in the kitchen."

"Not married couples who are supposed to be going through a bad patch, and whose husband is about to have an affair," she replied.

"Fuck," he cursed not moving his head from her shoulder.

"Yeah …Fuck," she sighed.

"So how do you think we should play this?"

"I guess I need to reject you, give you a reason to go to her."

Elliot nodded against her; as much as he didn't want to stop he knew she was right. They needed to keep to the plan no matter what their feelings were.

"Okay," he said before kissing her neck. "Push me away angrily and go upstairs to the room, I will stay here for a while longer and act all pissed off, which shouldn't be too hard to do," he sighed.

"It isn't easy for me either, trust me," she told him moving her head so her mouth was right next to ear. "I can feel how affected you are," she said feeling his erection pressing against her. "And I am just the same," she whispered and heard him groan at her words. "I am so wet for you, it's almost embarrassing" she whispered so no one else could hear.

"Jesus Christ Liv," he moaned as she pushed him away roughly and slid off the counter. She began to walk away from him. Elliot reached out for her hand but she pulled away from him roughly. He stepped towards her and she pushed him against his chest making him stagger back slightly.

"See you upstairs," she mouthed and smiled at him before walking away.

Elliot glared after her trying his best to stay in character. He moved quickly and blocked her way. Olivia narrowed her eyes and glared at him realising what he was doing as he moved to kiss her again. She pushed her hands against his chest and he fell back against the wall, before she slapped him and stormed out of the room.

"Fucking Bitch," he said putting a hand to his cheek feeling the slight sting. He hoped Mark would be able to guess what he said. He walked back across the room and picked up the wine bottle from the table and lifted it to his mouth finishing off what was in it before slamming it down on the bench and leaning against it. He finished clearing the table before sitting down again and looking at his phone. He pretending to type something smiling as he did, before he got up and switched off the light heading up the stairs to bed, hoping Mark had been watching and believed their little fight.

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Elliot entered the bedroom about twenty minutes after Olivia the lights were off and the room was in darkness.

"Liv," he said quietly as he sat down on the bed. "You still awake?"

"Yeah," she said from behind him, she lay on her side facing away from him. "I figured it would be best to get in and look as though I was pissed off with you because you grabbed me."

Elliot nodded even though she couldn't see him and began to undress. "I guess you rejecting me is one way of making this affair a little more believable…Erm Liv," he said as he undone the button on his shorts. "You okay if I sleep in just my boxers?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she smiled. "As long as you're okay with me just wearing my panties and vest top."

"Jesus," he gulped making Olivia giggle. "Are you trying to kill me Benson?"

"El we are supposed to be married, married couples don't sleep fully clothed."

"I know that, but I had a hard enough time controlling myself downstairs when we were fully dressed."

"Oh I know you had a hard a time," she said as he pulled the blanket back and climbed into bed. "I could feel it."

"Very funny, you're really not helping the situation here Liv," he said as he lay down on his back. "I really want to hold you," he told her looking across at her.

"I know, I want you to hold me as well, but we can't we have to make him believe we really are arguing."

Elliot reached out and placed his hand on her hip under the blanket. "Goodnight Liv."

"Night El," she said as he removed his hand and turned onto his side away from her.

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"Well that's that excitement all done for the night," said Munch standing up and stretching.

"Do you think that Mark guy will have fallen for their argument?"

"That wasn't an argument that was just a disagreement, just wait until the really let rip on each other. Then you will see an argument."

Amaro looked up at him. "You mean they used to fight as Partners?"

"Hell yes," he laughed. "Sometimes it would be put on to catch the perp off guard, they were pretty good at that. Other times it was the full blown real thing. Normally when Elliot had pissed her off, or Olivia was just being her stubborn self, but for whatever reason that the fight did happen you were better off staying well away from them."

"So if they argued so much, why stay together for so long. Why put yourself through that? They could have got new Partners and still remained friends without the added stress of working together."

"I often wondered that myself. And I think it comes down to the fact the depended on each other to much. They did separate once. Olivia left and went undercover for 3 months, and never told Elliot."

Amaro leant forward in his chair as he listened to Munch.

"When she came back things were pretty strained between them. I always thought something had happened between them then, but it hadn't."

"So why did she leave, if they were so close and depended on each other, then why leave."

"Because even back then they were in love, but would never admit, because they didn't think they could do the job without each other."

"Kind of explains why Olivia was such a bitch to work with when I first arrived. Do you think they will be okay carrying on with this job now all their feelings are out in the open?"

Munch shrugged.

"I guess that will depend on how far Stabler and Rollins take this pretend affair," he grinned. "I guess we could be in for a few fireworks before this job is over, and I will have front seats all the way," he said sitting down and slowly flicking through the cameras checking the other rooms in the house.