I wrote this EO story quite a while ago on under NtEsyBnGrn. I was pretty pleased how it turned out so I thought I would post it here for you guys. I'm giving each chapter a read over and then posting. So there will be 25 chapters coming one after the other tonight.

And those reading "You Need Me" I hope to have a chapter to you asap!

Thanks! - M

Unexpected (MA)

Olivia unexpectedly fell in love. Can Elliot pick her up from the fall?

Chapter 1 - Patterns

The elevator to his apartment was dimly lit at 2am.

Her clinched eyes burst open when she felt her body hit against the elevator wall. She was pulling the zipper to his jeans undone, letting him press in to her. She looked up to the watchful eye of the security camera staring back... In a moment's time, she went from embarrassed to hoping she was putting on a good show for someone to get off on.

She was alive, she was forgetful.

He impatiently pushed her shirt and then her bra out of his way to gain access to her breasts. One hand held her right breast while he devoured her left in his mouth. He relentlessly sucked hard, tugging at her swollen nipple between his teeth as he muttered something about how great her breast were.

The pain was good.

Or at least what she felt of it.

The elevator door opened and they both made a drunken stumble, their lips only disconnecting to reach for another inch of skin.

Everything thoughtless and reckless.

He nearly fucked her in the hallway before he could open the door to his apartment. She didn't care either way.

Stumbling, messy… She didn't care.

They made it to the other side of the door before he was pushing her jeans down her thighs and tugging at her panties. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard" he said with his lips against the lobe of her ear. She responded by allowing just enough space between them to release his throbbing dick from his briefs. She wanted to come right then, get it over with, feel pleasure over pain.

"Condom?" he panted

Sex with a stranger, sex with a stranger.

At least a responsible enough, stranger.

"Condom" she confirmed.

He continued to kiss her frantically as he guided her towards his bed. No assessment of who he was, or where he lived, or even what bed she had just fallen in to. She never thought twice, She barely thought at all. She laid there, her legs open; waiting for him impatiently as he pulled a condom on as fast as his own fumbling, drunken hands would allow. Seconds later he was fucking her brains out as promised. He was deep inside her…

She needed someone deep inside her and she didn't care who.

This wasn't love. This was sex.

Just sex.

She was alive, she was forgetful.

She awoke to the sound of familiar sirens in an unfamiliar place.

The grey light seeping through the single bedroom window hinted to what would be a dreary day. Her eyes suddenly wide to the sight of the unfamiliarity around her, her memory blurred. She looked to her left at a man lying naked beside her. She looked down to see that she too was naked.

This had become her pattern.

A pattern to sooth what she couldn't sooth on her own anymore.

She stared at the ceiling. His name? God what was his name? She was sure she never asked. Remain nameless, easier to forget.

She looked back at the man with no name and did her best to slither out of bed unnoticed. She bolted before she could clearly plan her escape. Her clothes scattered. She eyed her jeans, shirt, bra, panties…

Where were her panties? "Shit!" she mumbled under her breath.

"Hi" he said rustling under the sheets. His voice was calm. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go, I have to be at work at seven…" She lied, and then quickly regretted mentioning her job, praying he suddenly wouldn't become interested in who she was.

She gathered her clothes and got dressed… no panties.

"I really enjoyed last night," he said, grinning.

"Me too" she said, or at least she thinks she did and tried to give a smile.

"Can I call you?"

Men and their attachments.

"Yeah, yeah" she said not sure she was even processing his question, much less assuring that he had her phone number.

He didn't take his eyes off of her. He watched her get dressed, he watched her fumble.

She said goodbye quickly hoping he wouldn't question if she knew his name or if she even remembered any details of their meeting.

She turned for the elevator he had felt her up in only hours before. He didn't follow her. She got on the elevator and closed her eyes, suddenly realizing her head was pounding.

The sound the elevator made as it passed each floor irritated her. She hadn't noticed that obnoxious sound last night, but who would have she guessed.

She looked up at the security camera, she thought about the persistent beep. She thought about how the last few hours played out. She thought about how she had gone out again, drank again, how she had sex with a stranger again.

She showered, her head pounded.

The reality of the night before weighed heavy on her mind, but washed away easily off her body.

She stood under the spray a minute longer regaining her will to move, then finally pressed her feet on to the plush bath mat.

There she was naked. Clothes strewn on the bathroom floor, remnants of last night in a puddle around her.

There she was naked, in more ways than one.

She looked to the bathroom mirror. She stared back at her dark eyes and traced the lines that had set in around them, as water streaked down her skin. She looked at the breasts 'what's his name' so greatly admired. She ran her hands across her nipples and then down her stomach, touching herself as if she was making sure the body in the mirror was hers. Her stomach was smooth, flat. any sign of swelling was gone. She caught herself and where her palm rested against her stomach. She took a deep breath and interrupted her own pity party as her stomach grumbled under her palm.

Food. She needed food.

She was unsure of when she had eaten last, only knowing it was sometime the day before.

She dried herself quickly and slipped on a pair of panties before making her way to the kitchen. Coffee was what her brain processed first. She looked in the refrigerator as the coffee brewed and closed it quickly remembering the box of cereal left in the cabinet above. She opened the box and dug her hand down in to the dry cereal and gave herself the pathetic speech. The speech where she told herself she was a grown woman and dry cereal with no milk, or the black coffee because she had no cream was pathetic. No eggs, no bread, nothing.

Black coffee. Dry cereal.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch with her cereal. She turned the TV on wondering what people watched in the morning when they didn't have to hustle off to work. Maybe she could watch the show that taught you how to cook one of those 30 minute meals? She grinned slightly amused by herself. At this point, she didn't give a shit about a 30 minute meal much less have anyone who would eat it.

A shiver ran through her, and chill bumps spread across her body. She was suddenly aware that she was still naked. There was a t-shirt lying on the back of the couch, it would do for her days attire. Nowhere to be, no one to impress.

One more handful of cereal before she abandoned the box on the coffee table.

Her phone rang. She reached for it looking to see "El" on the screen. She laid the phone on the table letting it continue to ring. Finally the phone stopped ringing and seconds later her daily voicemail appeared.

She hadn't spoken to Elliot in weeks. She never set foot back in to the precinct after that day. The day, he stared at her with pity, the day he gripped her hand as the pain rushed through her heart and her body. The day that he was there for her to the end.

The end.

She hadn't seen him since.

He called at least once a day and for the first two weeks he had stood outside her door at some point in the day begging to see her. He still called, leaving voicemails that usually ended with how he wouldn't give up on her.

But she couldn't do it. She couldn't answer his calls or answer the door.

She couldn't… not then, maybe not anymore.

Elliot was the person who brought her home, Elliot was the person who tucked her in to bed, Elliot was the person she begged to leave her alone.

Days after she was left alone, Olivia couldn't rationalize anything. What had happened, her job, her relationship with Elliot.

Weeks after, Olivia thought if Elliot knew how she had lost control he would judge her, he would then take pity on her, he would try to fix her. But she didn't want to pitied or fixed.

She laid down on the couch, turning on her side, facing the back of the couch away from her phone. Olivia closed her eyes and embraced herself. She thought if she could sleep away the day, the sounds the bustling city, she could sleep away the pain and loneliness, and regrets she had too.

This had become her pattern.

Next… Ch. 2 Partners