Post-Rescue, season 12, episode 10. This will be several chapters but not nearly as long as some of my other stories.
I know there have been several post-eps for this one over the years so I'm hoping this will be original enough. I've skimmed through other stories when I got the idea to write this, and I don't believe it's been done quite like this yet. Do let me know one way or the other. Rated M for a reason, right from the start! This picks up directly after the last shot of the episode, with Olivia on the verge of tears.
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1. Rescue
Her heart had just shattered into a million pieces. She was surprised she was still standing upright. Her entire body had gone completely numb except for the intense burning in her chest and behind her eyes.
She turned around slowly, away from the hallway where Calvin had just disappeared. Dragged off by his mother and some official from child protective services to go and live with grandparents he didn't even know. Her partner was still standing there. His blue eyes were fixed on her but she couldn't deal with him right now. Before he could say anything, she put up both her hands, palms out, to silence him. He had told her it was always supposed to be temporary and she knew that. She'd tried not to get too attached to the boy. It was Calvin's attachment to her that had struck her deeply.
She walked out of the squad room without a word, grabbing her coat on the way out.
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She was sitting on the floor of her bathroom, back against the bathtub, wondering if the sobs would ever stop. She hadn't cried this hard in a long time. She could still hear Calvin's desperate cries. Olivia! Please don't let them take me! Olivia! They echoed through her bathroom as if he was right there, screaming for her to help him.
Then she remembered Cragen's words. That Vivian signing Calvin over to her had been a confused move by an addict being manipulated by a detective desperate to start her own family. It wasn't what Cragen thought, or so she hoped, but what a jury would think. That's why she'd been ordered to stand down and not work the case anymore when Vivian turned out to be involved.
Elliot hadn't said anything after Calvin had been hauled off and she'd run off, understanding that she would need time to deal with what had just happened. She didn't need his 'I told you so's' or his pity. But deep down, she knew he was on her side. He was always on her side, even when she was wrong. He'd stood by her during this case and they were both being reprimanded for going against their Captain's direct orders. He would even have stood by her if she'd let Vivian walk so she could keep Calvin. She knew it. And she knew he would be there any moment now.
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He knew she wouldn't want to let him in. But he also knew that she would anyway. In fact, she was probably expecting him. He'd stayed at the station a while longer after Olivia had run off. Cragen had told him they were both suspended without pay for a week for disobeying his orders. He assumed he would let his partner know and he assumed right.
He had been told to stand down because he'd had her back for over a decade. Juries see how close partners get. Some are tighter than married couples. That's what ADA Gillian Hardwicke had said. And she was right, too. They were close and he was feeling her pain and her despair. If she had let Vivian walk, he would have protected her. He would have lied for her. Calvin was a good kid and he hadn't seen her this happy, well, ever. He'd tried to warn her. Remind her that it was a temporary arrangement. But not because he didn't want her to be happy, or to be able to keep the boy. He just wanted to protect her, shield her from disappointment and pain because he knew she couldn't keep Calvin. Now, she'd been hurt anyway and he needed to be there for her.
He'd knocked on her door a few times but she wasn't answering. There was only one way to find out if she was even home, so he used his emergency key. The apartment was dark except for a faint glow coming from her bedroom. He walked over and saw that the light was in fact coming from her bathroom. The door was open and he walked into the bedroom so he could look into the bathroom. His heart broke for her again when he saw her.
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She had just about gone through an entire roll of toilet paper when Elliot arrived. She heard him come in and had waited for him to find her. She was feeling raw and exposed as he stepped into her bathroom to help her stand up. She grabbed his upper arms and once she was standing he wrapped his arms around her protectively. She wanted to scream but didn't. In stead, she held on to her partner as if her life depended on it. He was whispering that it was okay, just like she'd done with Calvin right before he'd been ripped from her arms. She couldn't relax and remained stiff as a board. Elliot continued talking to her softly but she wasn't registering the words. He stroked her back gently until she finally loosened her grip on him. He tried to create some distance between them so he could look into her eyes, but she wouldn't let him. She didn't want to see his pity and concern. She didn't want to see and she didn't want to be seen. She only had the overwhelming urge to feel. She needed to feel something. Anything other than this pain inside her gut. That all-consuming feeling that everything she'd ever wanted in life would never, ever become a reality. She just needed to feel alive. To feel like she mattered to someone. To Elliot. To feel Elliot.
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He felt something shift inside her and it was his turn to freeze. They were still holding on to each other but something was different. She was hardly moving but he felt it anyway. The way her body was beginning to melt into his. The way her arms moved up to grasp his shoulders from behind. The way she'd turned her face into the crook of his neck and was breathing on his skin now. He tried to look at her face again but she still resisted. He held his breath when he felt her warm mouth on the skin of his neck and a sound of shock came out of his throat when he felt her tongue on his skin and then her full lips again. She sighed and his hands moved down her back on their own accord, until they were on her ass. His body was beginning to respond to her touch and to the realization of how close she was and where he was touching her. He pulled her into him, knowing she would feel that he was getting aroused. He just couldn't help himself. When he turned his head again, she lifted hers. He tried to look into her eyes again but she kept hers closed while her mouth found his.
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She kissed him hard and tried to block out all thoughts. She didn't want to listen to the voices in her head screaming at her that this was wrong. That they didn't do this. That he was her partner. That he was married. When he started returning the kiss, all the voices and other sounds were drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, their heavy breathing and her own moans as their kiss heated up. He was moaning too and unadulterated lust coursed through her body. She just needed to feel. Him. All of him. She pushed him into the doorframe of the bathroom and her hands dropped to his belt. She unbuckled it quickly and pulled his shirt out of his dress pants. Elliot didn't stop her and when her hands found his muscular abdomen and chest underneath his shirt, he grunted something before ripping his mouth from hers to catch his breath.
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The look in her brown eyes was one of pure lust. Her face was still puffy from crying and he remembered she'd been upset. She wasn't thinking straight and he should protect her from herself right now. But he wasn't thinking straight either anymore. His body was taking over and he had no defense against what her luscious body was doing to him. Her hands were all over his chest while her mouth was on his neck again. She was starting to unbutton his shirt and her mouth found its way down as more of his skin was exposed. He didn't even know what had happened to his tie. There was no stopping her and her intention was very clear. She had started undoing his pants and when she put her hand over him over his pants, the last bits of his restraint evaporated.
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Her mind went practically blank when she felt the huge bulge in his pants. He definitely had something to back up his cocky attitude. She felt his hands move over her ass and then grab the hem of her dark blue turtleneck sweater. She lifted up her arms as he pulled it off her in one quick movement. His mouth was on her then, on her shoulder and her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and turned around towards her bed. As soon as he'd set her down, she was tugging at his pants again, and she managed to pull them down to his knees just before he pushed her onto her back. He kicked his pants of completely while Olivia pulled him in for another intense kiss. They were skin on skin and Elliot started pushing her pants down as well, never breaking the kiss.
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As their clothes disappeared their movements became less frantic but not less intense. She felt his hands and his mouth everywhere. This is what she wanted to feel. To feel desirable. Wanted. Loved.
He felt her hands and her mouth everywhere. This is what he had dreamed of for years. Even during the day, when they were sitting across from each other at their desks, on next to each other in the squad car during stakeouts.
He was devouring her breasts and her back arched off the bed. She wanted to feel more of him. She wanted him inside her and she wanted it now. She could feel his erection bobbing against her inner thigh and she grabbed him again to spur him on.
He was drawn to her full breasts again and again. They were nothing like Kathy's. A small pang of guilt hit him at the thought but when he felt her grab his erect member it was gone as quickly as it had surfaced. She was rushing him but he wasn't objecting. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold out.
She pushed his shoulders away from her and when he paused briefly to check what she was doing, she flipped them both over so he was on his back and she was straddling him. His hands went back to her breasts automatically and they both moaned as she found the right position on top of him. She slid over him a few times, making sure they were both soaked before grabbing him again to bring them both in position.
Several swear words escaped him when she moved over him again and he felt her body grip him as he entered her for the very first time. She only let out a silent gasp and stilled for a few seconds before she lifted her lips and repeated the movement. It was easier now and Elliot started to move with her, his hands still squeezing her breasts while his eyes were on her face. She let her head loll back and to one side and her eyes were closed while her mouth was open.
Elliot tried to go slow but her eyes opened and he could see the fire there. She didn't want to go slow. She wanted it hard and rough. He grabbed her arms and flipped them over again.
He'd slipped out of her but before she could even think about it, he was thrusting into her again. He pushed one of her legs up until her knee was almost touching her chest, and she wrapped the other leg around him, hooking her heel behind his knee while he continued to slam into her.
She was panting and whispering several swear words with his name mixed in. He thought he could come from just the sight of her flushed face and chest and her parted lips whispering his name and saying yes to everything that he was doing to her.
He was pounding into her now, their bodies slamming into each other with more force each time. She squeezed her eyes shut as she squeezed her inner walls as well, intensifying the waves of pleasure that had started to build up inside her.
Her body was gripping him so tightly that there was no holding back. He was going to go over the edge and he couldn't stop it. He grunted loudly a few times as he pushed into her with more force to keep up the frantic pace and just as he felt himself release deep inside her, Olivia screamed and joined him in his extasy.
She had never had a man take her like this, hitting her deeper than ever before and making her scream. They both moaned and sighed as they rode out the intense orgasm together. Elliot flipped them over once again and as Olivia lay on his chest he enveloped her in his arms. He could still feel the contractions of her body around him and he was still high on his orgasm as her body stilled on his heaving chest.
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They didn't speak. After a few minutes, after she'd caught her breath, Olivia got up to go to the bathroom. Elliot wasn't sure what he should do. So he did nothing and waited for her to come back out. When she came out of the bathroom, she had put on a long t-shirt. She got into bed again and lay on her side, looking at him. Elliot wanted to reach out to her and touch her face, but she pulled away, turning on her other side. He suppressed a sigh. She had turned her back on him. He wondered if she expected him to stay. He should ask her. He should ask her if she was okay. Before he could say anything, he got his answer.
"Elliot. Go home."
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A/N: Not the beginning you'd expect from me, right? Any ideas what will happen next?
And no, I'm not abandoning Partners for Life. A lot of chapters to go on that one! I just needed to do something else to overcome my writer's block on that one.