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Date Posted: 13:20:14 01/13/06 Fri
Author: Lexx
Subject: Touchdown **SVU**

Author’s note: Yes, I’m posting yet another story. When I get an idea, it doesn’t let go till I’ve written it or knocked my head against the wall a few hundred times. I usually go with the one that hurts less. And yes, this is a totally implausible plot. And yes, I almost care.

Disclaimer: It’s probably hard to believe, but I still don’t own these characters. I know, I know…shocking

~*~*~*~*~

“Alright, we can take these guys down. We make this touchdown, we win.” Elliot laid down the play for the Manhattan SVU. They were up against Brooklyn SVU in a friendly game of touch football in Central Park.

They broke the huddle and Fin held Olivia back. “Hey, Liv, wanna have some fun at Elliot’s expense?”

She grinned mischievously and answered, “Always.”

“Good, here’s what we’re gonna do….”

“Hey, Simms!” Olivia called to the guy holding the ball, “Mind if I play center this time around?”

He shrugged and tossed the ball to Olivia. She took up position in front of Elliot, who was playing quarterback.

“You ready?” Olivia asked her partner before bending over the ball, preparing to pass it between her legs to him.

He just stood with his head tilted slightly to the side, transfixed by the glorious sight that was his partner’s ass.

She peered around at him and saw that he was staring. “See something you like, Stabler?”

He shook himself and took up position right behind her. “Just whose team are you playing for?” he asked in mock resentment.

She just laughed.

Elliot called the play, then yelled “Hike!” Olivia passed him the ball, then stood to block for him. He found an opening and made a dash for the goal line.

Elliot crossed the goal and raised the ball up victoriously. Suddenly he found himself on his back with a warm body on top of him and the wind knocked out of him.

He opened his eyes and found himself staring up into his beautiful partner’s face bearing a cheeky grin.

Elliot coughed, then choked out, “You tackled me!”

“Yep,” she answered matter-of-factly.

“But…we’re playing touch football.”

“We are touching,” she said innocently.

He squinted his eyes suspiciously. “But you needn’t have tagged me…I already made the touchdown.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I know.”

He let out a short laugh, then said, “Liv…you’re on my team.”

She smiled devilishly and wriggled on top of him, moving her face closer to his. “I know,” she purred.

His eyebrows shot up in astonishment, then he quickly mirrored her roguish smirk and flipped her so that her back was on the ground and he was on top. She lifted her head off the ground and captured his lips. He immediately obliged, leaning his head down to give her better access.

There was whooping and cheering on both sides at the two detectives on the grass. Cragen cleared his throat, but when they didn’t break apart, he crouched down and tapped Elliot on the shoulder.

His only response was to pass the football behind him to the captain, then he waved him off vaguely with his hand and continued to kiss his partner.

“Damn,” Fin said. “He definitely scored.”

“Okay, who’s up for drinks? Losers buy!” Cragen called out.

There was general consent and they all walked off, leaving the two best detectives of the Manhattan SVU to play a little more touch…football.

END

Lemme know if you liked it, hated it, would line your birdcage with it if it were paper….

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