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A fic about Stone and Olivia, one that i thought i would never ever write. Let's all ride this wave together.

She lays in his bed wrapped in the thousand thread count sheets that holds the evidence of their night together. He's sleeping next to her peacefully in all his nude glory with sheets pooled at his waist- his perfectly chiseled waist that created that V she loved. She listens to the ticking of the clock that hangs on his wall across the room and wonders how much longer she can last just laying in this bed wide awake. Tonight she had crossed a line, a very very bad line.

They had gone from consoling him in his office, to drinks at the bar around the corner, to falling into his bed around two in the morning. She wanted this, every last bit of what happened last night but she failed to remember life would somehow have to resume. His sister would still be dead, he would still be grieving, and she would still be his coworker at the end of the day. There wouldn't be any forgetting this. Not after the way he flicked his tongue on her-

She stopped herself from even completing that thought.

Olivia began to shift as quietly as she could in an effort to move out of the bed, but his hand that was wrapped around her waist gripped her tighter. She looked over her shoulder and seen his eyes had still been closed and tried again with no luck of losing him.

"Where are you going?" he croaked somewhere between half sleep and awake.

"I need to get home to Noah, he'll be up here soon and wondering where I am," she tried again and his grip was still holding onto her. "Peter..." he released her and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, searching for her clothes.

She sighed realizing she'd lost them the minute they had gotten through the door. Olivia eyeballed the room and was thankful to see a blanket at the end of the bed on the bench. She reached for it and wrapped herself completely in it before bolting for the living room to retrieve her belongings.

She scanned the living room and managed to find her blouse, bra, and slacks, but she couldn't find her damn underwear- and then it hit her. That small scrap of fabric lying near the couch was in fact her underwear. It was the same underwear that Peter had ripped from her body.

She sighed and slipped on her jeans and blouse before grabbing her bag and keys and heading out.

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Freshly showered and a cup of coffee in hand, Olivia felt as if she were finally ready to start her day. She took a deep breath as she sat in her office trying her best to catch up on paperwork per usual in the morning, yet the flashbacks of last night continued to flood her mind. Visions of him on top of her, between her thighs thrusting as his hands glided up her-

Okay okay, last time today.

She warned herself: this was not happening. No fantasizing, no asking if this meant anything- nothing! It was one night, they both needed it and if it meant getting his mind off of everything that had happened the last few days, then it was an okay thing to do, right?

Olivia shook her head and threw her pen down, giving up on convincing herself that life would be completely normal after last night. She slept with their newest ADA Peter Stone, and now... now she wasn't really sure what was next with them.

"You got a minute?" before even looking up at the figure standing at her door she knew exactly who it was, and there was no way of running away from this.

"No not really, and if it's about last night then definitely not," she sat back in her chair just looking at him, hardly believing this was the same man she had been in bed with only hours beforehand.