This story is based on my weird fascination with the fact that I think Delia Wilson, in some parallel universe, ends up with Olivia Benson under the strangest of circumstances. Call me crazy, but hey, it's my brain not yours. If you don't like that pairing then so be it.
Chapter 1:
She awoke to the bright morning sun shining through the large glass balcony doors on the second floor of the large New York house. She squinted at first, but when her eyes adjusted to the new-found brightness; she smiled. Not a large smile unfitting for the simple occasion of waking up in the morning, but just enough for her to cherish one of the few joyful moments for the rest of the day. She moved her arms from above her head to rest next to her curled body making a soft noise as they fell on top of the sheets.
She sat up in bed stretching, rubbing her eyes, and blinking away the sleepiness from her joyous slumber and swung her legs over the left side of the cream-colored master bed. Her periwinkle nightgown returned to its original length; falling to her knees from the base of her thighs.
She walked closer to the sun-covered doors and opened them with both hands. As she did, she was hit with a small morning breeze and the scent of small blooming flowers due to the early spring air. Her mocha-colored eyes glistening in the sun and turning into a lighter shade of brown. She closed her eyes to enjoy the blissful morning before she retreated downstairs. As she walked further onto the sandstone balcony, she spotted her: Delia Wilson. Olivia Benson knew she would never say it out loud, especially not in front of Delia, but she hated that woman. The one person who grasped everything Olivia knew and held dear, and pulled it away harder than she's ever seen anyone do before. She took away her job, friends, and the only family she's ever had and in return she was locked away forever. Completely isolated and utterly alone. This was her life. It had been for the past two years.
All of her current thoughts rushed through her mind so fast that she forgot: she wasn't Olivia Benson anymore. No, she was Olivia Wilson and it pained her to say so. She couldn't think that way and she knew it. It would only make things worse.
After she and Delia met while Olivia was in her last year of college, things for Olivia started to get strange. Delia was always clingy and wanted nothing more than to steal all of Olivia's time and thoughts, which was sort of okay for her, but she definitely needed her study time at some point. Of course, when Olivia tried to end the friendship Delia became enraged. She had never seen anyone so angry before. She had never seen so much hatred towards an idea, but then again she had never felt so much fear before either. First-time experiences seemed to be the theme for that day. After that, all she remembered was Delia reaching for something in her pocket and everything went dark. Then she woke up here. In this very room and in that very bed. She turned around and looked at it. She never did like that color anyway.
She was taken away from her thoughts when she heard footsteps climbing the small sandstone staircase that led to their balcony from the backyard. Before she got a chance to she who it was, Delia's arms were wrapped possessively around Olivia's waist, crisscrossing over her back and each hand landing on the opposite hip. Olivia was completely immobile. Of course, she was used to this; this was Delia's favorite thing to do in her downtime. Delia brought her lips down to Olivia's and paused, like she was waiting for someone to notice she was about to mark her territory. The kissed lasted a long while, but ended when both of them needed air. Olivia couldn't stop it. She didn't want to. She knew that if she refused, bad things would happen. They always did. Of course, this was never mentioned aloud because Delia never wanted Olivia to feel threatened, but Olivia knew the consequences of her own actions.
Delia kisses her again, but this time it wasn't as long. Olivia gave a small half-smile while Delia grinned wide enough to show her bright-white teeth. She gave Olivia two smaller pecks on the lips and tucked a loose strand of dark brown hair behind Olivia's ear; making sure to keep the other hand in its original position.
"Good morning beautiful," Delia said happily as Olivia looked away. She took this opportunity to kiss Olivia's neck, paying special attention to the small spot behind her ear; eliciting a moan. That sound. That beautiful sound. It was like music to her ears. Olivia couldn't help but be disgusted by her own reaction, but it was something that her body couldn't control: and she hated it. She also hated the fact her subconscious mind wanted this; almost yearned for it.
As Delia's hands moved to her butt, she pulled away and then realized what she did. Delia didn't want her to be afraid or feel like she was forced, she just wanted Olivia to feel the same need for her as she did for Olivia; but she didn't. She didn't and she knew it.
"What are you doing, Olivia?" Delia was mad. No one pulls away from her. Not even her own wife. This feeling only increased the grip she had on the brunette. Olivia knew she had to come up with an excuse; and quick.
"I'm sorry. It's just...I'm just...," her words fumbled and fell out of her mouth like an avalanche crashing to the bottom of a valley, but it didn't take Delia too long to respond.
"Are you feeling nauseous like you did yesterday morning? You know it's been a month since-"
"Yeah, I know," said Olivia quietly a she released herself from Delia's grip on her backside and walked back into the master bedroom.
Delia walked into the master bathroom and grabbed a pink box from under the double white-porcelain sinks.
"Olivia," she said firmly," come here. You know the rules." She pulled one of the sticks out of the box and handed it to her as she walked into the bathroom and watched as Olivia closed the door behind herself. She sat down on the toilet seat and began to think. She knew Delia always wanted kids and a lot of them. She wanted a lot of little girls she could call her own running around all over the large house. And , don't get her wrong, Olivia did too, just not like this. Delia always made her do this.
Delia knew the getting to the subject of children would be difficult. It was hard enough getting Olivia to marry her. She knew Olivia always wanted kids of her own, but couldn't stand the fact of another man looking at her, let alone touching her. That also definitely got rid of the idea of any man's semen inside of Olivia, well, at least, not some random man's semen. It had to be someone that she trusted. Delia would collect from the donor every now-and-again and use it when she and Olivia had sex. Olivia was so disgusted with what Delia suggested that she almost ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her when she remembered what Delia was capable of. What she would do if Olivia ever refused her. Then she caved in. She couldn't stand the thought of an innocent family dying every time she refused her wife. Olivia knew Delia well enough to know that she would stay true to her word and that she knew Olivia knew as well.
Every month after she and Olivia had sex, she made Olivia take a pregnancy test at the first sign of any symptoms. She knew she wasn't going to be, but she had to do it for Delia's sake and for the sake of those innocent families. She also knew she couldn't be pregnant because of the other reason.
'I know I'm not pregnant. Sure I throw up in the mornings, but I probably just caught a bug or something,' Olivia thought as she used the stick and placed it on the counter. Waiting. 'I'm not pregnant because I'm not- shit!' She was late. She was really late. Not like the three to six average lateness that came with periods, but, like, really late. Pregnancy late. Crap! If she was late and this thing sitting on the sink was positive, then she was in big trouble. It wasn't the fact the she didn't want a kid, it was just the fact that she didn't want Delia to have another thing to hold against her when she didn't comply to her wife's demands.
She removed the stick for the sink and gave it to Delia while there were still a few seconds left on the two minute timing period. She turned around and saw that look. That look that Delia always had when she always got what she wanted. That stupid grin.
She through the test in the trash can and picked up Olivia, raising her significantly higher than herself and spun her around. She put Olivia down when she was warned that Olivia might get sick; which she did. As soon as she was put down she ran into the bathroom and threw up as Delia held her hair. Then reality set in. She was definitely pregnant. Damn.