A short vignette from Fin's POV. Fin/Olivia, with EO heavily implied. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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I know that I'll never be
The man that you need or love
Baby, it's killing me to stand here and see
I'm not what you've been dreaming of
-Rascal Flatts, Winner at a Losing Game
Fin Tutuola was not blind.
He had been dating Olivia Benson for close to a year now, something he had never guessed he would be doing. He was crazy about her, though, and what living, breathing man wouldn't be?
She shifted in the bed beside him and he ran his hand slowly over her tan arm. The first time he had asked her out, he had fully anticipated her to say no. When she said yes, he was stunned and happier than he had expected to be.
There was only one problem.
"Elliot."
He almost flinched when she whispered. Shortly after they began sharing a bed, he heard her call out for Elliot for the first time. It had immediately filled him with rage and sorry. Elliot's departure had taken a heavy toll on Olivia, especially since he had left without so much as a word to his partner and best friend. For that, Fin thought he was a piece of shit. He had devastated Olivia without a second thought and since then she had been struggling to pick up the pieces.
That was three years ago, and he thought she was moving on. She never spoke of Elliot and she always seemed so happy around him.
Then when she fell asleep, she would call out for Elliot.
She shifted again and he gently tugged her closer, folding his arms around her.
He knew she had loved Elliot far more than as a partner and a friend. Everyone who saw them could see that.
Except them.
She nestled closer to him and sighed in her sleep.
He loved her, of that much he was certain. But did she love him, and more importantly, could he ever be what she needed.
He didn't know.
The End.