EO Smut
Rain and Fire
A/N: This one is a little more… well you'll see. I hope you guys like it. Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews for the first one.
The rain poured down hard as Olivia Benson stood, waiting at the bus stop. Her car was still in the shop after what had happened the previous week. She had been lucky, very lucky to have escaped the crash with just a bump on the head and a few cuts and bruises.
She had been so out of it right after, the hit to the head causing her to teeter just on the edge of consciousness but she still remembered the worry in Elliot's voice as he plowed through the fiery wreckage like a mad man, trying to get her out. His frantic cries haunted her sleep ever since.
She hadn't seen him since she had woken up in the hospital, the second he saw that she was awake, he got up and left. Cragen had informed her that he had taken some time off and insisted that she do the same. She had just come from a check up with her doctor who had assured her that she was perfectly fine to go back to active duty. She would be returning to work the next day but she didn't know if Elliot would be there or not.
The rain fell harder, there was no sign of the bus and Olivia sighed. It was getting cold and she was soaked to the bone. Just at that moment she heard his voice. It was tired and gruff sounding but there was no mistaking it "Hey," was all he said at first.
She turned to face him. He looked as if he had aged at least five years in the week since she had seen him last. He looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept at all. He looked lonely and he looked sad. She reached her hand out to him "Hi," she smiled warmly.
Elliot cleared his throat "The bus," he began to explain, finding himself choking up a bit "Isn't coming," he finished simply. It had been right across the street from his building that it had happened. No one was sure how but the bus had crashed into the front of a Starbucks. Elliot had heard the screams and jumped in to help. He had pulled the body of a woman from the wreckage and for one terrifying moment he had thought that the lifeless body in his arms was Olivia.
He hadn't been able to breathe. He needed to get out of there. When the last ambulance had pulled away and all the victims were accounted for, he had started walking, his path following the same route that would have been taken by the number seventy bus. He hadn't intended it that way but it had just happened. He walked onward, through the rain with no concern for how wet his clothes were becoming. He just couldn't get that woman out of his mind, except it was Olivia's face, instead of the one that he had seen when he had turned the body over, that he kept seeing in his mind.
Olivia was about to ask why and how he knew this fact but the look in his eyes told her that she should leave the topic where it was. "Wanna split a cab?" she offered.
He nodded numbly, even though he didn't want to go back to his place "Sure," he whispered.
It took Olivia only a couple minutes to hale a cab. She held the door and waited for Elliot to slide in first but he didn't move. She placed her hand lightly on his forearm "C'mon El," she said softly "It's getting cold out here."
He obeyed and she slid in after him. She started to give the driver Elliot's address but he held up a hand, silencing her with a swift and firmer than necessary "No." Both Olivia and the driver stared at him for a long time. Elliot cleared his throat and added in a whisper "I… just can't go back there right now."
Olivia could tell that something was bothering him so instead of press him on the issue, she simply gave the driver her address and leaned back in her seat. When the cab stopped, Olivia paid the driver and led Elliot up to her apartment. "You should get out of those wet clothes," she said as she opened the door and flipped on the light "I think I have something for you, wait here."
She returned moments later with a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. They were men's size and Elliot wondered, as he stripped off his soaking clothes in her bathroom, just which boyfriend had left them at her apartment. He found his mind wandering and soon he was pondering whether she had made love to the man who had worn these clothes. He soon pulled his thoughts back to the present though.
He came out of the bathroom to find Olivia, standing in the kitchen, brewing coffee for the both of them and heating up soup on the stove top. She was wearing gray sweats and a black camisole. She looked up and smiled at him "I thought maybe you'd like some soup."
"Thanks," he said simply, taking a seat at one of the two stools at her kitchen counter; she didn't have a table or chairs.
She ladled the soup into two bowls and took a seat beside him. She slid the bowl in front of him and handed him a spoon "Ya know," she began as she lifted a spoonful of soup to her lips "It's been a while."
Elliot nodded "Sorry about that," he said as he stirred his soup around aimlessly in the bowl. He was still thinking about that woman and still picturing Olivia's face in place of hers. He had been incredibly lucky that Olivia hadn't ended up that way.
"It's okay," Olivia said understandingly, turning to look at him "I just missed you that's all."
Elliot reached out and laid a hand on her knee. He stared into her eyes "I missed you too," he said softly.
Olivia placed her hand over his, looking down at the ground "I never got a chance to say thanks," she whispered.
"Huh?" Elliot asked, momentarily confused.
"When I woke up in the hospital," she clarified "You left so quickly that I never got the chance to say thank you." Lucky though she may have been, the doctors told her that she was even luckier that Elliot had gotten her out of the car so quickly.
Elliot placed his other hand under her chin and tilted her head up so that she was face to face with him once more "You don't have to thank me Olivia," he whispered as he leaned closer.
Their lips were mere centimeters away at this point. Olivia felt her breath hitch as she opened her mouth to respond "Elliot," she whispered "I want to thank you."
He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips tenderly to hers. He had almost lost her and he couldn't stand the thought. She was so much a part of his life that it was unfathomable that he could live a second knowing that she would never come back to him.
Olivia smiled against him as she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to gain entrance as her hand wrapped around the back of his neck. She had dreamed of what this moment would be like for years now. It was a dream that had sucked her dry emotionally because she thought that there was no chance he could ever feel for her what she felt for him and how can one hope to love when they know that the one they truly love is the one they can never have. But as his arms encircled her and lifted her off of the stool, supporting her gently against the wall as he separated to look at her, she knew she had been wrong. From the look in his eyes, she knew without words, that the feeling had been there all along.
His cries echoed in her head once again. The desperate, panicked cries of a man who was afraid of losing something dear to him and she knew that it was safe to tell him the secret that she had held so long "I love you," she whispered kissing his chest through the t-shirt whose true owner she barely remembered.
He dropped his lips to the top of her head "I love you too," he told her, "So much."
Olivia felt the tears welling in her eyes and looked up to see that Elliot was near tears as well. She dropped her sweat pants to the floor and smiled seductively and Elliot before she wound her legs around his waist and reached down, pushing his sweat pants down until they pooled around his feet.
He moved slowly inside her, a connection that the two had needed for so long and perhaps tonight most of all. At some point during the night, they moved from the kitchen to the bedroom. They fell asleep side by side, their tortured souls having found a momentary peace.
Olivia awoke before Elliot the next morning. She rolled to her side and flipped on the news. A picture of a fiery crash took up the screen. Olivia gasped, recognizing the neighborhood instantly. She looked down at Elliot who was still sleeping beside her and dropped her lips to his cheek. She flipped off the TV and picked up the phone.
"Cragen," her captain answered.
"Cap it's me," she said softly so as not to wake Elliot.
"Olivia," Cragen heard something in her tone that he wasn't sure he had ever heard before "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," she answered quickly "I just… I'm not ready to come back to work yet."
"Okay," Cragen said understandingly. Truthfully, he would have liked it if she had taken more than just the one week off "Take care of yourself and don't rush it."
"Thanks Captain," she said before hanging up. She curled up beside Elliot once more. She hadn't chosen to take the day off because of herself. Elliot needed her and she was going to do everything in her power to make him feel safe.
A/N: Well, it wasn't too smutty but I hope it was still good. Please review.
