Rebel (SVU Fanfic)

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She could smell the cologne coming off his skin.

He could smell the alcohol rolling off her lips.

"I'm going to kiss you," Elliot whispered.

"Okay," she whispered back.

Elliot leaned in a little more, barely brushing his lips against hers. But it was such an intense feeling, those couple of skin cells touching another couple of skin cells.

A shock ran through the woman's body, and she knew life wouldn't be the same after she got the taste of him.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Not even a month into Manhattan's Special Victims Unit and she was already getting into trouble.

Oddly, she didn't seem to mind.

The man in front of her ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her close once again.

This time, full lips touched full lips in a slow, passionate, heated kiss. It was sweet, meaningful and powerful. They continued it until air became an issue and then they sat, lying against each other, holding onto the only thing that made sense. Elliot wasn't sure why he was so involved, but it seemed right to be. Olivia's mind was still going in circles, but she could form one coherent thought: I want him.

No, scratch that. She needed him. He stopped her from getting flat out drunk in all the rest of the hours of the night. He watched out for her kids. He cared.

Without even thinking, Olivia sat up and looked over to him.

"What?"

Olivia shook her head and smiled a little. "Nothing...I just..."

With an ounce of courage - whether it was liquid or not - she leaned forward again.

She wanted more. This man was everything right now. She needed him. She needed him touching her, kissing her, making love to her.

Elliot allowed the kiss, but when he found not only her trying to loosen his shirt, but himself trying to move her onto him, he stopped.

Olivia was not happy.

"What?" she asked breathlessly.

"Olivia," he said. "You've been drinking."

"But I know what I'm doing. I'm not drunk. I'm not my mother."

"I didn't mean that at all. But I don't want us doing something we'll regret."

Her mind was not muddled with alcohol, so she understood him very well. Too well. Well enough to know he didn't know how much she'd had and that he wouldn't let them continue.

"I know exactly what I'm doing," the brunette whined, hoping he could see that she really wasn't intoxicated.

"Liv, no," he said firmly. All he would allow was not what he wanted to. But he had to protect her from her very upset mind.

"Fine. Just kiss me, then," she moped.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her close, in his arms where she belonged.

Soon enough, she fell asleep, snuggled close to Elliot, a blanket covering the both of them.

Elliot picked her up bridal style and carried her to his bedroom, lying her down so she was comfortable. What he didn't realize, was halfway up the stairs, Olivia stirred from her sleep. She stayed still, however, not sure what had been happening.