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There was a knock on the door. Olivia moaned and pushed herself off the couch.
She opened the door to reveal a rushed and worried looking Elliot. She smiled sleepily. "Hey Liv," he said.
"Thanks for coming, El," she said in a congested voice.
Olivia had been miserably sick for almost a week now with a nasty cold. It had caused her to miss work for the past couple of days. Elliot, being the man he was, had been concerned about his best friend and stopped by to check on her.
Elliot began to remove his coat as he entered the warm house. He walked into the kitchen as Olivia snuggled back under her blankets on the couch in front of the TV again. He hung his black coat on the back of a chair and began rifling through the cabinets. He finally found the can of chicken noodle soup he'd been looking for. He opened it and poured it into a pot and turned the stove on. He pulled a bowl down from one of the cabinets. When the soup had finished cooking, he poured it into the bowl and brought it out to Liv.
"Here you are, Livvie," he said, putting the bowl of soup down on the coffee table. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Just stay, please?" she asked sweetly. "I've been so lonely." She picked up the bowl of soup and began to scooping spoonfuls into her mouth.
He smiled. "Okay," he said as he sat down on the couch next to her.
She was watching The Titanic. Typical Liv, he smiled and chuckled under his breath.
When Olivia finished her soup, she put the bowl down on the coffee table and put her feet up on the couch, leaning into Elliot. She sighed tiredly.
"Oh, El," she moaned miserably.
Elliot put his arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. He rested his head on hers. "My poor Olivia," he said quietly, almost to himself.
Olivia smiled and shut her eyes. The warmth of his body and his gentle touch felt so good. His rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat almost rocked her to sleep.
"El," she said breathily, half asleep.
"Thank you so much."
Elliot smiled. "It's my pleasure, Livvie."
Olivia smiled and let herself go to sleep in his arms.
Elliot decided right then and there that he wasn't going to be able to go home tonight. He didn't want to leave her sick and lonely in a small house. Besides, she was sleeping on his chest and his arm was around her. It felt so good to just hold her.
After he was sure she was sound asleep, Elliot leaned into her head, smelling her hair. It smelled like lavender, it smelled so good. He pressed his lips gently against the top of her head, kissing her. "I love you Olivia Benson," he whispered tenderly.
A/N: I'm sorry it's short, I just felt like I needed to write something EO to get my mind off of my life... I hope you guys enjoy it!