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Part 13

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13.

"I'm wearing a long, oversized t-shirt. It's black with a V-neck."

"A V-neck hmmm. Anything underneath?"

Olivia swallowed hard. She was getting warm and she actually looked down her shirt before answering the question, her voice a little shaky but the corner of her mouth curling up in a smile.

"I'm wearing a black bra. It's semi see-through lace."

Despite what most men thought, it wasn't comfortable at all for women with her cup size to walk around without a bra and she only took it off right before going to bed. Right now she was glad she was wearing one for other reasons. They were practically having phone sex and she needed some kind of protection from him ... and from herself.

Elliot had a clear visual of Olivia now, in a black semi see-through bra ... He took a few deep breaths, trying to think of something else to say. Anything. Come on, Stabler.

"I would really like to see you in that ... you know ... outfit."

The pause was completely intentional and he knew that she knew it. This was brand-new territory for both of them.

Olivia bit her lip again. She was breathing too fast and tried to stay cool while she slowly replied.

"Well, maybe we should ... you know ... see each other."

Those words meant so much and they both knew it. Elliot didn't want the conversation to end but he didn't want to suggest coming over again. So he took another bold step.

"Well, while we are on the phone and can't actually see each other, maybe you can continue your description."

His body was tense with anticipation. Would she continue to play along?

"What would you want me to describe next, detective?" she asked sultrily. Sweat beads were beginning to form on his forehead. He could really use a drink right now. What should she describe now? He wanted to know what she looked like underneath her clothes. He wanted her to touch herself and tell him about it. But he couldn't ask her that. So he decided to hand her the controls.

"What would you like to describe?"

They had reached the point of no return. They both knew it. If they took things any further it wouldn't just be joking around anymore. And he was letting her decide. While she was thinking about it, she rubbed her abdomen with her free hand. Her hand went a little lower automatically and a small groan escaped her throat. It shocked her and she could only imagine what that sound would do to Elliot.

"Liv?" he asked cautiously. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "I guess I'm getting a little too excited here."

Did she just cross the line? She sat up with a jolt, a little shocked at her own words. A blush was creeping up her cheeks.

Elliot didn't know what to do with himself.

"God Liv, you don't know what you're doing to me," he rasped.

"I'm sorry," she was quick to say. "I don't know what I was thinking ..."

Actually, she knew very well what she was thinking and it should stop, right now. She laughed and tried to lighten the mood. "We are too old for this anyway, El. Stop teasing me."

He smiled. She was retreating rapidly. He composed himself but couldn't resist pushing her a little more.

"I believe you were the one teasing me most of the time, detective Benson. But I will let it slide this time. Next time though ..."