Just a silly little shot my friends asked me to write. Pure fluff.
The knock on his door came unexpectedly. The chief entered his house much more comfortably than he remembered allowing her. She smelt like bourbon, but she didn't seem that drunk.
"I just wasn't feeling like being on my own tonight," she said, passing him and making a beeline to the living room before he could even open his mouth. He turned quickly to warn her, but it was already too late.
"Oh, hi," she said, surprised.
"Hello, there." Olivia responded from the corner of the couch where she sat comfortably nursing a glass of wine.
"Stabler, I didn't know you had company," the chief said.
"Yeah, you didn't give me the chance," he mumbled. "You probably heard of Captain Olivia Benson." He pointed at her.
"I did hear about her, just didn't know what she looked like and didn't know you were dating her," she says in a low voice as if the captain wouldn't hear her.
"I'm not, we are not… she is my partner."
"If I remember it well, captains don't have partners," she continues to whisper.
"No, we don't," Olivia decides to participate in the conversation, finding the drunk Chief incredibly amusing. "We used to be partners a long time ago. Never really stopped." She says rising from the couch to pour another glass of wine for herself.
"Do you want something to drink, Chief?" She offers making her way to the kitchen counter. The chief follows her movements across the room. Warning bells start ringing in Elliot's head.
"Oh, please Captain, call me Meredith," She smiled suggestively at Olivia. "I'd love some wine." Elliot furrowed his brows not understanding what was happening.
"As long as you call me Olivia." The captain answered politely. "I'm sorry about what happened, and thank you for keeping him safe." She says coming back to the couch and handing her the glass.
"I don't really want to talk about that," she says, defensively. Sitting a little too close to the captain for Elliot's comfort.
"So, how exactly can I help you?" He asks tensely, trying to keep her attention away from Olivia. But it was useless, she seemed mesmerized. "Meredith," he insists.
She looks at him and back at Olivia. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be weird," she says. She sips her wine. "It's just that you are really beautiful, you know that?" Olivia hears Elliot choking on his drink and smiles, amused. "You are. Incredibly beautiful." She looks at Elliot who is standing gaping at her forwardness. "Did you ever tell her that? Because you should." She points out like it should be common sense.
"Well, thank you, Meredith. I also think you are a beautiful woman." Olivia responds.
"Really? Well, since you are not dating him…" she points at Elliot. "Perhaps we could-"
"Okay, enough alcohol for you, you are going to bed." Elliot cuts her off and grabs her arm pulling her up from the couch.
"But I really want to know her better," she pouts in her drunk haze. "Olivia, I'll get your number, ok?" But Elliot had already closed the door to Eli's room.
He instructed her to lay down and sleep.
He got back to the living room to find Olivia beaming at him from the couch. She had pulled her legs up against her.
"No," he warned. She fell into laughter.
"Oh my god, you just can't help yourself, huh?" He asked annoyed.
She gaped. "I didn't do anything," she protested.
"You have to look less good," he said and she smiled at his absurdity.
"Stop being jealous. You are the one who said we are not dating," she teased.
"We are not dating," he slumped down beside her. "Because we keep getting interrupted." He grabbed her feet and pulled her to him. She let a squeal out followed by a laugh.
"You're a silly, jealous man," she teases again, now straddling his hips. His large hands come to rest on her legs as she leans forward to kiss him. The kiss started to get more heated and his hands more daring when she stopped.
"Time for me to go," he groaned against her throat.
"Stay," he asks.
"Only if I stay on the couch," she says, knowing they would never be able to resist if they were sleeping next to each other.
"Are you crazy? No way in hell!" He says.
"I've slept in worse places, no need to be all gentleman about it. You are hurt, you need your rest," she points out, but he shakes his head.
"That's not it, no way I'm leaving you out here by yourself. I may wake up to you two making out or something." She laughed hard.
"You think I'm kidding? I'm not! And there's more, I think you need a bigger compass."
That's right, the one she had wasn't cutting it. He'd get something bigger. Tomorrow.