Chapter 6

Olivia used the bathroom and since she didn't have a toothbrush she improvised by spreading some toothpaste on her teeth and washed herself off. She wanted to take a shower but figured she would just go home and soak in her own bathtub instead. She was staring at herself in the mirror and her hair looked like she had been thoroughly fucked. And she had been.

Olivia put the toilet seat down and sat on top of it while she pulled her underwear and jeans back on. She thought about the phone call and little insecurities started to creep in. She thought they must have been pretty close for Lisa to be calling on a Sunday morning even though he said he wasn't interested in her. Maybe her showing up unannounced had interrupted some of their plans. She shook the errant thoughts from her mind. She was being overly sensitive and ridiculous. Plus, it didn't matter. They were just having fun anyway. It was just supposed to be one night.

She sighed and got up to try and tame her hair into a presentable ponytail and that's when she saw them. There were two small hickeys on her neck. She examined her torso and realized she had small marks on her stomach. She then pulled down her jeans to see the imprints of his fingers on her hips. She sat back down and put her head in her hands. It may have been a one-night thing but the physical marks and her feelings were certainly going to last longer. She wanted to blame Casey for getting her into this mess or him for bringing it up when they should have let it go but she knew she had no one to blame but herself. She hadn't intended to spend all hours of the night and into the morning having sex with her partner. She definitely hadn't expected the pillow talk, the banter and to be so enamored with his company that she hadn't thought about one victim, case or anything else all morning.

What she did anticipate was a quick, awkward fuck and they would act like nothing happened the next day. Maybe an occasional joke or two but not this. She hadn't considered herself a delusional person before but now hiding out in his bathroom while he talked to another woman he had been dating she realized she had it all wrong. This was more than she thought it would be.

It was then she heard the soft tentative knocks on the bathroom door. She gathered herself and put her shirt on to answer the door. She checked herself in the mirror again to make sure it didn't look like she was overly upset and practiced her best indifferent face. He knocked again and she finally opened the door.

Elliot leaned against the doorframe with nothing but sweatpants on that hung low on his hips. She let out a heavy sigh. He was trying to cover himself up but for as sexy as he looked with his defined abs and V shaped outline leading to his groin he may as well have been naked.

"Are you done in here?" he asked timidly.

"Yeah sorry you needed to get in here?" She was trying to be nonchalant but she could tell he wasn't buying it.

He shook his head. "No I just wanted to talk to you. That was Lisa on the phone but I suspect by the way you ran to the bathroom you already knew that."

She rolled her eyes and folded her arms in a defensive posture. "Yes I did and I didn't run to the bathroom, I had to pee if you must know."

He also folded his arms and nodded. "So it had nothing to with her calling?"

"Nope," she countered defiantly swaying back and forth.

"You're a shitty liar Benson but either way the reason she was calling—"

Olivia put up her hand to stop him. "No please don't explain yourself. It's none of my business I told you that already."

Elliot sighed. He knew this would be her approach. She was going to be defensive and he was prepared for that. "Actually it is your business."

She tilted her head to the side as if she was confused. "How so? We're just having fun here."

"We are. But we've also had sex three times in as many hours and we didn't use anything, which means we have a certain level of trust between us. For that reason alone you deserve to know what that phone call was about."

Once again his honesty disarmed her and he knew it by the way her eyes widened while he talked. She leaned against the counter, her arms still crossed defiantly and he was determined to break down her walls.

"Lisa was actually calling me back from when I called her the other day to tell her I wouldn't see her again. I didn't want to leave that on voicemail so I just told her to call me back when she got a chance. She was still a little mad that I blew her off for our date I forgot about so she waited a few days to call me back. When she called just now I told her the truth. I enjoyed her company but I'm not interested in her that way and just wanted to be friends."

The tension immediately left Olivia's body and he noticed her relax. "Oh," she said nonchalantly.

He raised his eyebrow and put his hands on his hip playfully. "Oh?"

She smiled despite herself. "Yeah. Oh."

He moved closer to her and her breath hitched. "Just so you know Liv I wasn't lying to you. I haven't been with anyone else except Kathy."

"I know," she said softly. "I know you wouldn't lie to me about something like that." His brutal honesty was the aspect about him that always made her feel safe.

He was so close to her and she started to feel woozy again. His bare chest was eye level with her and she fought the urge to reach out and touch him. His hand stroked her cheek and he placed a sweet kiss on her lips and pulled back. She felt like she was in an alternate universe. This wasn't the man who slammed his fists against lockers and roughed up perps. The contrast between the two sides of Elliot was inebriating. She leaned up and kissed him again. It was like the kiss they shared in the bed earlier that morning. Slow, gentle and deliberate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer and he grasped her hips. He kept his lower half away from hers not wanting her to feel the stirrings of the erection that was starting. He wanted to be inside her again. He didn't think that he would ever be this close to her and he not want her.

When they pulled apart, she looked up at him with hooded eyes. "Hmm I see you found my toothpaste."

She giggled. "Yeah and maybe you should find it too."

"Ohhhhhh," he laughed reaching for the tube and his toothbrush. "Good one Benson. Although I didn't hear you complaining when you pulled me in that second time."

She didn't have a snippy comeback and blushed in response. She moved out of the way allowing him to get closer to the sink.

"Well allow me to brush my teeth and then I will go and make you some coffee and breakfast. Unless you want to go out to brunch." He turned on the water and began to brush his teeth and she stood watching him thinking how familiar it was that she was in his bathroom watching him do the simplest task.

"I don't really feel like going out. I'd rather stay here," she admitted. He raised his eyebrow and gazed at her through the mirror.

"That's not why jackass," she joked. "I just don't feel like being social."

He rinsed out his mouth and dabbed his face with the towel. "If you say so." He maneuvered past her in the doorway and gave her a quick kiss. "Is that better?"

She licked the taste of mint off her lips. "Much. But honestly all the kisses were just fine."

He flashed her a wry grin. "Good to know."

Elliot made her eggs and bacon and they drank coffee while he told her all about the camping trip. They were on his sofa that was smaller than hers so they ended up laying much closer to each other. The conversation flowed easily and she loved the way his face lit up when he talked about his children. She tried to act like she didn't notice when he started to rub her feet at some point while they talked and she rested her head against his leg.

"Oh shit. It's almost 12:30. You are trying to make me miss the game on purpose aren't you?" He jumped up from the sofa grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. "Dammit we are already down a touchdown."

"Man how about those Jets. Only halfway through the first quarter and they've already been scored on."

He turned to face her with a serious look on his face. "Liv. There are plenty of things that I will tolerate. Talking about the Jets isn't one of them. You are getting dangerously close to strike three."

"Maybe I'm curious to see what the consequences are," she countered seductively.

His dick twitched in his pants. He didn't think they could ever be just friends. Now that he knew what she felt like it was going to be hard to keep his hands off her.

"Oh I think you know what they are," he replied.

"Nope I don't."

"Well I'll give you a hint. You've already endured those consequences three times. You aiming for a fourth?" He looked her up and down while he talked and her nipples instantly hardened. Shit. She scolded herself.

Olivia felt the desire coarse through her veins and she needed to get herself under control quickly. "Actually I need to go take a shower."

Elliot stood up too. "Great I was just thinking the same thing."

She looked at him like he was crazy. "You must be joking."

"What?" he feigned innocence.

"We are not taking a shower together Elliot," she insisted putting her hand on his chest to stop him. Immediately she knew that was the wrong move.

"Why not?"

She sighed and smiled at him. "I'm either showering alone or I'm going home. Your choice."

"Fine," he acquiesced and sat back down. "But if you need someone to wash your back I'm here."

Olivia scoffed. "Ill keep that in mind. Do you have another t-shirt or shorts I can wear?"

"Nope. Fresh out," he smirked.

She put her hands on her hips. "Fine, since you insist on being no help I will just find something myself." He put his feet up on the coffee table and continued to watch the game. He would help Olivia do a lot of things but getting dressed when she could so easily be naked wasn't one of them. She rummaged through the drawers and found his NYPD shirt that he worked out in and some sweatpants with a drawstring that she would be able to tighten to fit her waist. In the shower her mind started to wander while she washed away the remnants of their activities last night and early this morning. She almost hated to rid herself of his smell on her skin. She couldn't deny that she was relieved to hear that Lisa was really out of the picture and that there didn't seem to be any other women in his life. At least none that he was having sex with.

Olivia deeply exhaled. It was time for her to really come to terms with everything. She had sex with Elliot.

Sex.

Her partner.

Her friend.

The person she sat across from for the past seven years. The only man that she trusted completely with her life. The man who's soon to be ex-wife she had conversations with and who she was sure had always suspected that there was something going on between them. Shit. She dropped the soap and bent down to pick it up and sat on the edge of the tub letting her mind run through the motions. If they took this further then Kathy would have to know and she would swear they had been sleeping together through their entire partnership. Her hands roamed her body as images of their endeavors assaulted her reflections. She stood back up letting the warm water soothe her body.

The first quarter had just ended and Elliot walked to the kitchen to get a beer. He heard the shower running and wished he were in there with her. The conversation they had about Lisa went better than he thought. He thought for sure when he saw her retreat to the bathroom that she was getting dressed to leave. But she didn't. She was still there spending time with him and he wanted her to stay as long as possible. He pulled the menu from the take out drawer and ordered pizza for them to eat while watching the rest of the game.

"Hey Liv," he knocked on the bathroom door. "I ordered pizza it should be here soon."

"Ok," she yelled back. He was about to walk back into the living room when she called out to him again. "El can you come wash my back?"

He stilled staring at the door. He felt himself start to harden again thinking about seeing her naked form in the shower. She was clear that she didn't want to have sex again but all of their playing was starting to wear him down.

"El?" she asked again and he could hear the flirtatious edge in her voice.

He opened the door slowly and thanked God that his shower curtain mixed with the steam in the room was hiding her nude silhouette. He approached carefully and methodically and closed his eyes when she opened the curtain.

He heard her laughing and started laughing as well. "Are you serious right now?"

"Just hand me the towel, turn around and back up until the towel," he instructed her. This way he wouldn't be more tempted than he already was.

"This is silly," she declared. "Open your eyes and wash my back."

"That's what I'm trying to do Liv." He was fumbling around like a blind person trying to feel where she was and his hand eventually found her back. He washed it thoroughly listening to her snicker under her breath. "I'm glad you find this funny. There. All done."

He closed the curtain back and opened his eyes scrubbing his hands down his face.

"Now was that so hard?" she asked washing off her back.

He looked down at the bulge in his pants. "Actually yeah it was."

He was walking towards the bathroom door to leave when he heard the water turn off and the shower curtain open.

"Turn around Elliot." Her rich soothing voice bounced off the walls and he closed his eyes briefly.

Olivia stepped out of the shower and dried herself off a little before dropping the towel back on the floor. "Turn around."

Her heart was racing and she hadn't planned on this again but nothing about anything that happened over the past 12 hours was according to plan and she was tired of thinking. She just wanted to feel. She wanted to feel him. She hadn't left his apartment yet so she rationalized that it still counted as one night. Whatever she needed to tell herself to get what she wanted. What she wanted was Elliot.

He turned around slowly and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her standing before him. Her skin was still damp and the water glistened on her body. Her hair was wet and slicked back and her dark nipples were peaked. His eyes traveled down to the apex of her thighs and he licked his lips unconsciously.

"This is strike three," he rasped moving closer to her.

Olivia smiled seductively. "I know."

His lips crashed down on hers and the sheer force almost knocked her off balance. "I'm ready to accept the consequences."

Their kisses were frantic and he hauled her body against his with one hand fisting her hair and the other squeezing her ass. She felt his bulge against her core and broke the kiss for a second to pull his sweatpants down. She started to rub his length but he stopped her. He was already on the edge holding her gloriously naked body. He sat down on the toilet seat and quickly pulled her to stand over him. His erection was bobbing against his abdomen and Olivia's legs were on both sides of his. While standing her breasts were almost eye level.

Elliot kissed her flat stomach and the underside of her breast while he slipped two fingers into her core. He groaned feeling how slick she was. "Shit Baby. You are so ready." She threw her head back and balanced one hand on the counter and the other on his head as his fingers stroked her velvet walls.

"Mhmmm El," she moaned when his tongue flicked her nipple. He leaned up to take her right breast fully in his mouth. "Fuck," she cursed and she could the familiar building in her lower belly. It was too soon. Elliot's touch was so intense that she couldn't help herself. "I need you."

He put his hands on her hips and guided her down onto his length. She bit her bottom lip as she accepted every blessed inch of him. The toilet seat had no give like the mattress and he was deeper than he was before. His tip brushed against her cervix and the feeling was almost too much to endure.

"Ok?" he breathed.

"Yeah."

She began to move slowly keeping her eyes fixed on him. His piercing blue eyes were low and dark and his breathing was shallow. She was trying her best to maintain eye contact with him but every stroke of his dick against her clit made her eyes close involuntarily. They both breathed trying to maintain control and drag this out for as long as they could. Any unexpected move was going to make one of them explode triggering the other one's orgasm. He kneaded and squeezed her breasts and she leaned back placing her hand on his thighs. She moved her body in circles on top of him and he moaned out loud.

"Ohhh, fuck," she gritted. "Unhhh."

There are certain things that Olivia couldn't get enough of and were her guilty pleasures like Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, trashy gossip magazines and seedy medical dramas. Elliot Stabler's dick was on its way to moving to the top of that list.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for Elliot to stop his orgasm from building. His head lulled down and he could see himself inside her and the glistening from her juices on his impressive length. He pulled her closer and her arms encircled his neck. They were embracing. It was a simple but sweet and powerful gesture in this position and they both hurled toward the inevitable.

His head was spinning. There was so much he wanted to say, that he had to say. He wanted her to know and timing was everything. "I don't want anyone else Liv," he whispered in her ear. She moaned and his movements became frenzied. "No one else."

His words were her undoing. She came hard. Harder than she ever had in her life. She thought she would pass out from the sheer force. He held her on his length and emptied himself into her. Their chests were heaving and he placed a single adoring kiss to her shoulder blade. He rested his head on her shoulder and she rested her head on top of his. Despite sitting on a toilet seat and watching his toiletries that were sitting on the back lid hit the floor, it was the most intimate sexual encounter she had in her life. His words hit her square in the chest and she thought her heart would explode. She's not one to take chances especially when it comes to matters of the heart but she hadn't been herself lately and the payoff had been handsome. So she did something else that was completely out of character. She became vulnerable. She stroked his back and slightly tilted her head so her lips brushed against his ear.

"I don't want anyone else either."

Author's Note: BYE LISA..we hardly knew ye.