Happy Valentine's Day Darling

Chapter One Good Morning

Zebraboymom

Disclaimer: I would have them if I could. I can't. Sigh...

Author Notes: This is the promised sequel to Merry Christmas Darling. It is in three installments as well. Warning! Warning! Danger Will Robinson! This is the fluffiest piece I have ever written, but hey, Valentine's Day is coming in two days and I got's to get my romance on.

Olivia woke up to the persistent sound of knocking on her door. It was a little after six in the morning. Her alarm had just gone off and she had been laying and daydreaming for only about 10 minutes. Who on earth would be there that early? Elliot wouldn't pick her up for another hour or so. She slipped out of bed as the pounding continued and put on her robe. She tiptoed out to the living room and looked through the peephole. First all she could see was a badge being held up with two fingers, then the smiling face of one Elliot Stabler replaced the badge and finally his wide open mouth descending on the peephole. Olivia laughed and threw open the door.

"You nut. What are you doing here so early?"

"Weeeeellllll. I was hoping to take my gorgeous partner, slash girlfriend out to breakfast. It is Valentine's Day after all."

He took one giant step into her apartment pulled her into his arms, dipped her over his knee and kissed her quite thoroughly. He then stood her back up, making sure she was standing upright. She seemed a little shaky after that kiss. He stepped back out of the apartment and reached down for a huge bouquet of a dozen red roses and a dozen white roses mixed together.

"Oh, Elliot, there beautiful!"

He grinned at her as she took them and placed them on her coffee table. When she turned around he was still standing by the door. He crooked his finger at her and she walked back to him. He reached outside in the hallway again and handed her a huge box of Godiva Chocolates.

"Elliot, what are you doing?"

He reached around to the hallway one more time and a gigantic balloon bouquet filled her doorway. There were so many that he had a hard time getting all of them into the apartment. Olivia was giggling uncontrollably at this point. Elliot watched her childlike reaction and started smiling like a big kid.

"Again I'm asking what you are doing."

Elliot went back into the hall and carried in a giant stuffed white bear with a pink ribbon. He had to turn sideways to get in the door with it.

After she placed the bear on her couch Olivia crossed back to him and tried again to ask him what he was doing, but he put one finger on her lips to shush her and held up one finger to say hold on just one minute. He went back out into the hall again and came in with four more decorative gift bags in his hands. As he closed the door he took in her appearance. She was dressed in her silk robe and her hair was disheveled. She looked so gorgeous first thing in the morning. He was so glad he didn't wait until he picked her up that evening to do this. It was only one of several things he had planned for the day.

"Elliot Stabler. Tell me what you are doing right now or else."

He leaned in and kissed her again and then led her to the couch.

"I am making up for every Valentine's Day you ever missed, Liv. You deserve to have had all those gifts given to you on some Valentine's Day or another through the years. This is only the beginning. I plan to spend the whole day celebrating you and the fact that I love you. I just wish I could have celebrated all those past Valentine's Days with you. So, consider these first ones retroactive to the last 25 years or so. Now open your other gifts."

Olivia was looking at him with those gorgeous shimmery eyes of hers that were filling up with tears.

"And yes, I know those are happy tears."

He reached up and thumbed away the ones that had spilled over and down her sweet face.

"Elliot this is too much."

"No it is not. Now open and then go get dressed. Our date starts now."

In the first bag she opened there was a picture of her and Elliot on New Year's Eve kissing at midnight. He had taken her to Times Square along with Fin and Melinda. She loved it. It was proof positive that she, Olivia Benson, was indeed in a relationship with one Elliot Stabler. She never dreamed it would happen and she never dreamed Elliot was such a romantic, but he proved it every day in so many ways.

"El, I love it."

In the second bag was a CD of romantic love songs by Michael Buble.

"We are so listening to this later tonight."

In the third bag was a gorgeous silk nightgown. She loved the fact that it wasn't some trashy teddy or garter. It was soft and silky and in the richest blue she had ever seen, with the exception of her partners eyes right now as he watched her open it.

"Oh, Elliot. It's beautiful. Shall I model it for you later tonight?"

"Yes, please."

Olivia smiled to herself. Since they had started dating Elliot had been a perfect gentleman. He was determined to show her that she wasn't just a roll in the hay or a rebound or anything else but the woman he loved. Tonight she was so going to put the moves on him.

The last bag had a simple but elegant invitation in it. It looked like a tuxedo and the bowtie undid the invitation. It was for dinner with him at One If By Land Two If By Sea the most romantic restaurant in all of Lower Manhattan. How on earth did Elliot do it? It took weeks to get a reservation there. It was a former carriage house boasting cozy fireplaces, candlelight and fresh flowers on every table. There was soft piano music and a lovely garden view.

"Elliot you have to stop this. The restaurant alone is too much money, never mind all the other stuff."

He silenced her with another kiss. And wow, what a kiss!

"Get dressed. We have reservations."

"For breakfast? Elliot, no."

"Yes, now go." He pushed her towards her bedroom. He slapped her on her backside and gave her one last shove.

"Okay, okay."

She turned to him one last time.

"You're amazing. You know that?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm awesome. Now get dressed."

He shot her one of his cocky grins as she ran into her bedroom and closed the door. Twenty minutes later she emerged in a gorgeous red cashmere sweater with a cowl neck, a tight pair of jeans and those sexy boots she wears. Elliot's jaw hit the floor.

"You're wearing that to work?" He managed to squeak out.

"Amazing sweater for an amazing guy. Only for you El."

He gulped and helped her on with her coat. It was going to be a long day.

When they got outside he hailed a cab.

"Where's the sedan?"

"We won't be needing it today."

"Why?"

"Don't ask too many questions."

They climbed in the back and he held her hand all the way to the restaurant, whispering sweet things in her ear. When they pulled up in front of Norma's in midtown, she clapped her hands in delight.

"Oh, El. best breakfast in town, but we'll be late to work."

"Already cleared it with Cragen. Let's go."

They sat and talked and ate and ate. Elliot kept his eyes on her the whole time. He flirted, told her how beautiful she looked and caressed the inside of her forearm, sending chills down her spine. His eyes were twinkling in delight as he enjoyed her having a good time. When she downed the third pancake after having eggs and hickory smoked apple bacon, he had to warn her.

"Hey stretch, slow down there. We still have lunch and dinner to go. I want you to have room for both."

She pushed back from the table and stood up.

"Okay, maybe we should walk to work or maybe I should say waddle there."

Elliot placed his hand on her lower back and guided her through the restaurant.

When they arrived at the precinct he was almost jumping up and down in the elevator. He kept rolling up on the balls of his feet in anticipation. Olivia knew something was up, but she had decided to go with the flow today. Elliot was doing something truly amazing for her. It was any woman's fantasy. Who was she to stand in the way of true love? A huge smile spread across her face as the doors opened and once again Elliot put his hand on her lower back and led her into the squad room. When he held the door open for her and she stepped through, she could not believe what she saw.

"Oh my gosh…Elliot."

Author Note: I actually researched all the places they went for this so that the story would feel authentic for New Yorkers. Hope I did okay.