Authors Note: THIS IS NOT A LYRIC STORY!
I am really into the Arctic Monkeys right now and I wrote this story while listening to "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" off the AM album. Go have a listen, it is a good song. Read, Rate and REVIEW! Please, please, please REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Even if it is only a couple of words, let me know if you liked it/loved it/enjoyed it/wanted to change something/had an idea to write a story of your own!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything SVU, that is the Mr Dick Wolf and I am just glad he made it so I had something as wonderful to try to create my own fantasies about.
XOXOXO
Olivia was packing up her stuff after finally finishing her DD5's for the week. God she hated doing paperwork, but she hated going home to an empty apartment even more. On a Friday night she had to be at home all weekend by herself.
It wasn't like she had nothing to do at home it was just she preferred to be busy. Constantly moving. On the go. She really liked to be on the go with Elliot close by.
Some nights she avoided going to her apartment so much that she would drive around Manhattan. The city had a calm aura about it that you couldn't sense during the day. She liked it.
Sometimes she wouldn't even leave the office. She would go and sleep in the cribs. Turning on a little music, laying down on one of the bunk beds and thinking about the day's events would normally send her into a peaceful doze.
Tonight she was feeling a bit differently. She didn't mind going home. Being a Friday she knew that Elliot would have gone to Kathy's after he left to spend time with Eli and his other children (if they came home from collage to see him) as part of the custody agreement he had made with Kathy. Then he would normally pick up some takeaways, rent a movie from the nearest Video Games and then head home.
She looked at the clock … 10:30pm.
"I really cannot be fucked going out" Olivia thought "I don't have anyone I'd want to call to have over either".
She gathered her keys and bad out of her bottom draw and left.
XOXOXO
Olivia rolled over in bed.
She just couldn't get comfortable. Tossing and turning.
She had decided on not going out. And she hadn't invited anyone else over.
The Chinese she had bought from around the corner wasn't as the place near Elliot's apartment. As she ate all she could think about was what had Elliot had for dinner.
As she watched TV she hadn't expected to find a movie on but there had been Titanic. Olivia would never admit to watching it but she did enjoy a good old love story. She poured herself a glass (or bottle and a half) of Chardonnay and watched the movie.
There was always sneaky sexy parts in love stories. And tonight Olivia was in a sexy mood but she couldn't seem to quite relieve herself.
No matter how much she didn't want to admit it, she had fallen in love with her partner in crime. The person she spent almost every day with. She loved Elliot more than she would care to admit to anyone else.
However, since she had not gone out she had not picked up someone to come home with her. This left her vulnerable to her mind wandering to things that she shouldn't be thinking about.
Rolling over, Olivia closed her eyes and started to think about what if she was playing the role of Rose in Titanic and Elliot was her Jack.
She was starting to get wet between her legs thinking about Elliot wrapping his big, muscly body around hers. Thinking about Elliot shirtless.
"Dammit" she thought "I'm ringing him …right now."
Olivia reached for her phone which was sitting on her bedside table next to her glowing alarm clock.
1:55am it read.
"Fuck it, I don't care if he is sleeping." She thought as she started to dial his number.
RING RING …
RING RING …
"Keep calm … when he answers just sound sexy" Olivia thought to herself as her nerves started to pick up on what she was about to do.
RING RING …
RING RING …
"Oh shit he isn't picking up" she thought.
RING RING …
"Oh Fuck what am I doing?" she started to panic.
RING RING …
"Hello?" came a groggy voice.
"El?" Olivia squeeked.
"Liv, what time is it?" Elliot realised who it was and his heart kicked his chest a little.
"Not that late, were you sleeping?"
"Yeah I was … just fell asleep actually" he said as he rubbed his eyes looking at his clock.
1:55am … "It's not late" he thought "It is fucking early!"
"Well I can't fall asleep and I was wondering if you wanted to come over?" she braved.
"Liv, it is 2am and you are ringing me to see if I want to come over? What is this really about?" he could normally tell if Olivia was holding out on him and this was one of those times. He was getting very suspicious, she didn't normally ring him past midnight unless they had been called in.
"Well, I watched one of those stupid romantic movies and I just wanted a little bit of company" she replied trying not to let her voice betray her intentions.
She really wanted him over so she could get him naked and have a bit of a sweat fest. The alcohol that she had been drinking earlier had now made her more daring.
"Hmm … Liv, I'll come over just this once but let's not make this a habit of yours to call me late at night" he said letting his voice portray the sexiness he was starting to feel at her request. "I'll be your booty call tonight … I'll be there in 10" he said before he hung up and started to find clothes to get dressed in.
XOXOXO
If he was honest with himself he would have admitted years ago that he had fallen in love with Olivia.
But he wasn't honest with himself.
He just put his excited demeanour at Olivia's late night request for company down to his separation from Kathy. Spending more time at the office with Olivia meant he had grown used to seeing her so often and had started thinking about her outside of the office. Outside of their normal regular interactions Elliot often found himself thinking about Olivia in ways he had never let himself think about her before.
He spent time admiring how she had dressed for work each day. Thinking about how her bra and top had been created by some fashionista that had specifically designed them to entice him into looking at her ample cleavage.
He started to imagine how she looked underneath her clothes. How her breasts were perfectly created by God himself. About how her legs would go on forever underneath her pants. How her small waist would lead down to her gorgeous hips that would be a perfect place to rest his hands as he made out with her.
XOXOXO
Olivia shut her phone after Elliot hung up.
She was stunned. He had seemly seen through her masterful deception and had then seemed smug about it.
She knew that she needed to get ready. She had called him and she wasn't even prepared for him to say yes.
She rolled out of her bed, flicked on her bedroom light and stumbled over to her chest of draws.
Opening her lingerie draw and rummaged around.
All her matching sets (2 sets) she had worn and were in her washing basket.
Her fingers in the draw found a black, sheer lace bra. She quickly pulled it on and did up the hook. As she adjusted herself into the bra her fingers ran over her nipples that were starting to harden. She was getting quite excited at what she might be brave enough to do with Elliot.
She quickly returned to new task of finding a pair of panties that she could pass off as a match to her bra. Rummaging around a draw she rarely used she wasn't sure if she had anything that was similar.
She caught a black, lace G-string that one of her ex-flings had sent her for a Valentine's Day years ago. She had never worn it because she never really liked G-strings. She never understood the point of have a string of material riding up her ass so far it was uncomfortable.
Tonight she finally understood why girls wore a G-string. To show off her perfectly toned ass to the man she was hot for.
She slid on the G-string and looked through her wardrobe for her silk robe. It covered just enough of her front but left her cleavage clearly visible. And if she turned around her ass hung out the back because it had been designed with a smaller back.
She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She quickly grabbed her hairbrush and raked it though her hair a few times.
BUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ ….
Jumping, Olivia dropped the hair brush.
She hated the sound her building's front entrance made in her apartment.
She went into her living room and pressed the release button.
"Ready or not here goes nothing" she thought.
XOXOXO
Elliot quickly ran from his car, over the road to Olivia's apartment building.
"Fuck its cold!" he thought as he pressed the button for Olivia's apartment.
The door released and he bustled through the door into the Lobby.
Running up the stairs 2 at a time, the sash with the big red bow Elliot had put on started to fall off his shoulder.
He reached her landing and waited a moment to slow his breathing.
Walking to her door Elliot quickly pinched himself to make sure this was actually real. He had dreamt about midnight runs over to Olivia's for a sex romp but that was just his fantasy.
Pain shot up his arm from where he pinched himself. "Yep, this is fucking happening" he told himself before knocking on Olivia's front door.
XOXOXO
Olivia heard the knock and slowly walked over to the door. She quickly pinched herself to make sure this was actually happening. She had dreamt about being his booty call but she had never actually had someone answer her booty call.
Pain shot up her arm where she had pinched herself. "Shit, this is real" she thought as she peered through the peep-hole in the door.
She gasped a moment as she tried to believe what she was looking at.
Elliot Stabler stood in her hallway, dressed in nothing but a red pair of Calvin Klein boxers and a giant red sash diagonally covering his chest with a huge bow on it.
"HOLY SHIT!" she said out loud.
"Liv, open up" Elliot said, smirking after hearing the profanity come out of Olivia's mouth "Your booty call has arrived!" He declared.
Olivia stood, motionless. She was stunned.
She hadn't expected him to show up practically naked, but all mighty it was making the wetness pooling between her legs gather even quicker.
XOXOXO