The song " Take your Time" by Sam Hunt just wouldn't leave me alone so I had to do something with it, and it had to be E/O. This story is set in a completely alternate universe to make it work. The main characters are based on our favorite couple naturally, only Elliot isn't as closed-off as we all know him. He's a happy single, never been married and hasn't met Olivia yet. The town will remain nameless and is a figment of my lively imagination. Let me know if this is at all interesting.

I'll start by giving you the lyrics to the entire song. I will work them into the story as it unfolds (even though they'll be a bit cheesy sometimes but I couldn't help that!). Will this be just a casual hookup, like the song suggests, or will there be more to it?

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"Take Your Time" - Sam Hunt

I don't know if you were looking at me or not.
You probably smile like that all the time,
and I don't mean to bother you but
I couldn't just walk by and not say 'Hi'.

And I know your name
'cause everybody in here knows your name.
And you're not looking for anything right now
so I don't wanna come on strong, don't get me wrong.

Your eyes are so intimidating.
My heart is pounding but it's just a conversation.
No, girl I'm not wasted.
You don't know me,
I don't know you but I want to

I don't wanna steal your freedom.
I don't wanna change your mind.
I don't have to make you love me.
I just wanna take your time.

I don't wanna wreck your Friday.
I ain't gonna waste my lines.
I don't have to take your heart.
I just wanna take your time.

And I know it starts with 'Hello'
and the next thing you know you're trying to be nice
to some guy getting too close
trying to pick you up, trying to get you drunk

And I'm sure one of your friends is about to come over here
'cause she's supposed to save you from random guys
that talk too much and wanna stay too long
It's the same old song and dance, but I think you know it well

You could've rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell,
could've walked away but you're still here
and I'm still here.
Come on let's see where it goes.

I don't wanna steal your freedom.
I don't wanna change your mind.
I don't have to make you love me.
I just wanna take your time.

I don't have to meet your mother,
we don't have to cross that line
I don't wanna steal your covers,
I just wanna take your time.

I don't wanna go home with you.

I just wanna be alone with you.

I don't wanna steal your freedom.
I don't wanna change your mind.
I don't have to make you love me.
I just wanna take your time.

I don't wanna blow your phone up.
I just wanna blow your mind.
I don't have to take your heart.
I just wanna take your time.

No, I ain't gotta call you baby
and I ain't gotta call you mine.
I don't have to take your heart.
I just wanna take your time.

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1. The Town

It had been a long couple of weeks and Detective first grade Elliot Stabler welcomed the few days off with open arms. It was a hot summer and after a quick shower he'd thrown on a white t-shirt and his favorite pair of jeans. His scuffed cowboy boots completed his casual look and he tossed his duffel bag in the backseat of his old jeep. He'd taken the roof down and was looking forward to the drive.

He'd been in the force for almost seven years and he needed to escape the city from time to time. It had taken him a couple of years but he'd finally found the perfect getaway. He'd be in the car for several hours but it was worth the trip. He had noticed that as soon as he left New York City behind him and left the 440, he'd start to relax. The stress of the job and the cases that haunted his dreams would slide off him. He needed those hours in the car to unwind and by the time he'd reach the small town that had been his destination for the past four years, he would be completely relaxed.

He didn't mind being alone. Ever since he'd escaped the Stabler family home at age eighteen to get away from his father and had joined the Marines, he'd been on his own. He had only two really good friends, one from his time in the Marines, and one at the NYPD. Both men were settling down and having families and they had started bugging him lately about finding a woman for himself that would actually want to stick around. When they were all out together, he'd sometimes feel like the fifth wheel, but it didn't bother him enough to do something about it. He was doing just fine flying solo and he enjoyed being free to go where he pleased whenever he pleased. Like today.

It was nearing 4 PM when he finally pulled up in front of the modest motel that had become like a home away from home for him. To anyone else, it wouldn't really look like much but it was his escape, a place to get away from the turmoil that was his job as a detective at the 1-6 in Manhattan. The motel manager knew him by name and he'd gotten to know several of the regulars in the bar across the street. Here, he could just be Elliot. The people here were unhurried. They didn't ask him about his job or his family. They'd talk about the news, that was on 24/7 on the TV behind the bar, and gossip about some of the 17,000 people that inhabited the town, that wouldn't have looked out of place in an old Western movie at all.

After dropping off his things in his motel room, Elliot walked towards the small Italian restaurant down Main Street. He was going to have an early dinner and then lie down for a bit before going out for a drink and enjoy the town's nightlife. The owner waved at him from inside the open kitchen when he entered, and motioned to him that his regular table was free. Elliot sat down and a few minutes later, the owner's young daughter, who was the only waitress there, brought him a beer.

"The usual?" she asked with a wide smile, and Elliot nodded.

He followed her with his eyes as she walked off, admiring her firm round ass and her long tanned legs beneath her short black skirt. He knew she was seeing a guy on and off and maybe she was a little too young for him to consider, but he had a roving eye and he wasn't hiding it.

Elliot had dated over the years but his relationships never lasted long. Girls would be attracted to him because of his well-trained body and even because of his goofy dance moves, but when it came down to the important stuff, he just never clicked with any of them. It was almost like girls were turned off by his seriousness. He was a party goer and always got a lot of attention because he was just fun to be around. Somehow, girls were never prepared to find out that he actually wasn't a shallow man. He'd seen enough of the world to know that it wasn't all fun and games. It was great to go out and relax, but that wasn't real life.

Over time he'd gotten used to it though. So now, he just didn't expect anything serious anymore. He had fun with girls - well, women now that he was nearing the respectable age of thirty - but he knew they wouldn't stick around, so he wasn't invested in relationships anymore. He had his friends and his job, so he had a full life. And every once in a while he'd be here. When he first came to this town, nobody knew him. It was refreshing. The people he'd gotten to know over time didn't bother him and the women he'd met all knew he wouldn't stay. His life was in New York City. He was only there when he had some time off, and that usually wasn't more than twice a year.

After dinner he strolled back to his motel, nodding at the manager slash doorman as he went inside. He walked up to his regular room on the first floor with a view to Main Street. He liked the quiet noise coming from the street and the bars at night. Complete silence was too much for his New York senses to bear so he'd usually leave his window open so he could hear the night sounds of the town. He crashed on the bed fully clothed and was asleep in minutes.

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Elliot woke up around 9.30 PM and went into the small bathroom to freshen up. He splashed some water in his face and grabbed his shaving foam. His five o'clock shadow had grown into a nine o'clock shadow and if he wanted some action tonight, he'd have to make sure his skin was baby soft and kissable. He knew most of the women already who hung around in the bars on Main Street, and had ventured into the side streets before. He was planning to widen his hunting ground some more tonight so he had to look sharp. After changing into a fresh t-shirt he looked at himself in the mirror again. What's not to like, he thought to himself and grinned at his own reflection, ignoring the small pang in his gut telling him that the packaging was all they were ever going to see. Nobody was truly interested in what was on the inside, in what was really important to him and what made him tick. Why he'd become a cop and why he fought for justice for the abused, for women and children who had become victims of a sick society that seemed so obsessed with protecting the rights of the accused, that the needs of victims were often forgotten.

He shook off the seriousness of his thoughts and grabbed his wallet from his bag. He stuffed it in his back pocket and put on his boots. As he left his room and locked it behind him, he heard a song floating into the hallway and he started whistling along with it while he descended the stairs.

"Go get some, Elliot!" the manager yelled when he passed his booth and Elliot waved at him.

Officially, tenants weren't supposed to bring guests up to their rooms but the manager and his aide had given him a pass on several occasions. Couldn't hurt to have a cop in his corner, the manager had commented once and they had laughed about it together. Yes, many of them knew he was a cop, but still, he was just Elliot out here and he loved it.

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