A/N: Are you nervous, yet? Because I am. O..O
DISCLAIMER: SVU and related characters belong to Dick Wolf. Story, dialogue, narrative and plot belong to TStabler©
The line was long, the wind was harsh, and one Manhattan detective was pissed off. Tapping her foot, looking over the heads of the people in front of her, and sighing ever five minutes, it was clear Olivia Benson was growing impatient, and no longer wanted to be here.
"I already told you, there aren't any clowns," her partner told her, his hot breath sending a wave of white mist into the chilly air.
Olivia looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked.
Elliot Stabler, her partner, chuckled. "You're nervous. There's no reason to be. No clowns."
"I am not nervous!" Olivia scoffed. "I think this is ridiculous. Why are we even at this thing?" she asked, huffing.
Elliot smirked. "It's an NYPD fundraiser, and Cragen told us we'd be swimming in paperwork for a month if we didn't come."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I like paperwork," she mumbled.
"Okay, Benson," Elliot said with a skeptical smile and a nod. "What's bugging you, if you're not nervous?"
Olivia folded her arms. "We've been on this line for an hour and it hasn't moved, I'm freezing, and I just paid twenty bucks to walk through a cornfield and have a bunch of rookie cops jump out at me, and when they do, my first reflex is gonna be to punch them in the face. That's what's bugging me."
"Fifteen," Elliot said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"What?" Olivia asked, her brow scrunched up.
Elliot grinned at her. "You only paid fifteen bucks. He gave you back a five," he corrected.
"You're an ass," she told him with a shiver.
Elliot chuckled, then said, "Oh, look, the line is moving. You can be bugged about one less thing." He walked forward, nudging her along, and he watched as her fidgeting only got worse. Her bouncing picked up speed and her arms wrapped tighter around herself. "You sure you're not nervous about this?" he asked.
"Yeah," she replied with a disbelieving grin and a small roll of her eyes. "Of course."
"Okay," Elliot said, taking his hands out of his pockets and rubbing his hands together. "Ya know, Fin's in there somewhere."
"He went in already?" Olivia asked.
"No, he's working it. He's the last zombie, or first Freddy Krueger or something," Elliot explained.
Olivia nodded. "At least it's not one of us this year," she said.
"Hey, we had a pretty good time," he reminded her with a smirk.
"Because we ran out the back of the field and took a nap," she laughed. "We didn't scare anybody."
"I had fun," Elliot shrugged. "Just being with you, Liv. It was fun."
Olivia looked at him and bit her lip. Maybe she was a little nervous. The people began to move again and the entrance to the dark maze was a few feet in front of them. They were stopped by a man in a uniform, and he said, "Tickets."
Olivia and Elliot handed him their tickets and the man gestured for them to go inside. Elliot noticed Olivia's hand was shaking, but he thought it was just the cold. Once they were inside, they lost all light, and Elliot felt someone grab his hand. "Liv?" he asked.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I can't see jack shit," she said, excusing her grip on him.
Elliot chuckled. There are lights up ahead. Come on," he said.
They walked, carefully, through the dark path, hitting a few bumps and walking into haystack walls, then someone leaped out in front of them and yelled loudly.
"Excuse us," Elliot said, not even jumping, as he pulled Olivia passed the man in a costume.
"Was that really supposed to scare us?" Olivia asked.
"Guess so," Elliot chuckled. "We don't scare easily."
Olivia saw the lights blinking in front of her, so she dropped Elliot's hand. "Strobe lights? I hate these things," she complained.
He chuckled and looked at her. "Are you nervous yet?" he asked.
"No, El," she replied, though she was. She was very nervous.
A man in a skin-tight, skeleton bodysuit leaped out from the shadows. Olivia jumped and yelped. Elliot laughed at her. "No, you're not nervous at all," he said sarcastically.
"Bite me, Elliot," she hissed, glaring at him.
"Hey, Liv?" Elliot said, smirking. "You're it," he said, slapping her on the shoulder. He was off and running. He moved fast, but to Olivia it looked almost like slow motion. He was gone before she could see which way he went. "Elliot!" she yelled. "Damn it, Stabler!" She moved through the maze as best she could, shutting her eyes for minutes at a time, since the bright, blinking strobes were hurting her. The corner she turned had led into a dark tunnel, and she looked around, trying to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. She felt someone tap her shoulder, but when she turned no one was there. At least, no one she could see.
She moved again, walking through a grass-covered gate, and took a deep breath when she realized the section she was in now was dimly lit, with actual lights, and she could see. "Shit," she spat, taking a step as she tried to slow her breathing. As she walked, she looked around for Elliot, but there was no sign of him. She moved slowly, and she screamed when another cop-in-a-mask leaped out at her. When she looked at him, she chuckled. "Hey, Fin," she laughed, shaking her head.
The man slumped, and gave her a very muffled, "Damn, Baby-Girl. You got a set of lungs on you."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Did you see Elliot go by here?" she asked.
Fin, dressed as Freddy Krueger, pointed one of his plastic blades to his left. "About five minutes ago."
"Thanks," she said to him, patting his shoulder. She stepped to her right, following Fin's directions, and kept her eyes peeled. The lights above her head started blinking, then they all went out, and she was back in the dark. "Mother fucker," she hissed.
She took slow, careful steps, looking around for both Elliot and anything else that might be moving. She felt the panic rise when she walked through another wrought iron gate and there was still no sigh of Elliot. She felt someone grab her ass and she jumped, turning suddenly. Nothing, no one, was there.
She turned and moved faster, ignoring the man in a hockey mask and blood covered woman who tried to scare her. She was already petrified, so their efforts were fruitless. She made it through to the next gate and stopped running, turning around to look behind her. That's when someone grabbed her, wrapping a hand over her mouth and pulling her into the cornfield. She tried to scream but couldn't, so she just struggled in his arms.
"Shh," her attacker whispered into her ear.
Olivia, breathing heavily with wide eyes, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She blinked, wondering who it was and what he wanted with her.
The man, it had to be a man because of the size, strength, and the smell of his cologne, hissed hotly into her, "Are you nervous yet?"
Her eyes narrowed, she grabbed the hand and pulled it away from her mouth, and she turned. Her mouth curled into a smirk. "A little bit," she said.
The man stepped forward, his own eyes dark and focused on hers, no trace of joy on his face, only an evil grin. "What about now?" he asked, taking another step.
Olivia backed up, hitting the wall of hay behind her. "What the hell, El?" she asked, narrowing her eyes again.
Elliot took another step, blocking her, keeping her pinned against the wall. He brought one of his hands up to her face and lightly caressed her cheek. Then he ran that hand down her body, giving her real chills. He took a small breath and moved his hand again, sliding it between her legs. "Are you nervous, yet?" he asked, whispering.
Olivia was still looking into his eyes, her heart was racing, her breath was escaping quickly and she couldn't get it back, and she felt her body begin to respond to his touch, despite the wrongness of it. She felt his breath, hot against her skin, as she nodded.
Elliot chuckled, sounding evil, sounding cold. He applied a bit of pressure, running his fingers up and down, teasing her. "I'm making you nervous?" he asked.
Olivia nodded faster, her eyes blinking once. "What are you…"
"Shh," he hushed again. He gazed into her eyes, watching her pupils dilate, a sign of fear, and it fed him. Egged him on. It meant that she wanted this, and she didn't want to want it, and she was just as scared as he was. His grin flattened as his hand moved from her aching core to her jacket. He unzipped it and pushed it off of her, and when she shivered, he wasn't sure if it was because she was cold, or if she really was scared.
"El," she gasped, feeling his thumbs graze over her hardened, from cold and arousal, nipples. "God, El," she panted, her breath coming fast and leaving just as quickly.
Elliot moved his hands again, sliding them down, then back up under her sweater, pulling it off of her. "Do you know how hard it is, Liv? How hard it is to work with you every fucking day, wondering what you look like underneath your clothes?" he asked, whispering as he pulled the sweater over her head. "Do you know what it's like losing concentration, thinking about what your partner feels like? Tastes like?" he hissed. He slipped his hands back down to her pants and pulled them down roughly.
Olivia's heart thudded in her chest. She was scared shitless, but only because she knew the consequences, and she knew the risks, and she was going to let this happen anyway. "Yes," she said, still looking at him. "Yes, I do," she nodded.
"You are a fucking goddess," he said to her, his hands working on his buckle. "You have an amazing body," he told her, shoving his jeans down and grabbing his sweater. As he ripped it over his head he said, "And an amazing heart."
That's when she knew he loved her. That this wasn't about sex, or control, this was his way of giving in, giving up. On Halloween, in the dark, when no one could see them and would chalk the movements and moans up to people trying to scare them in a haunted maze, he was finally caving.
She looked into his eyes as he ripped the bra off of her body. She watched his gaze move down to her chest, and she looked on as he moved closer, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. "Fuck," she seethed, throwing her head back. His hot, wet mouth felt amazing on her cold, sensitive skin.
He moaned as he sucked, moving his hand down to her panties. He gripped, and he ripped, and then they were gone. He swirled a finger around her opening, teasing her, and ran the digit along her folds. "Hmm," he hummed with her bead in his mouth. He let her go with a pop and looked up at her, grinning. He pushed his finger into her. "Shit, baby," he said to her softly.
Her hands shot to his shoulders as her knees shook and buckled. "Elliot," she breathed, shivering.
"You're nervous," he said. "So am I," he admitted. He added another calloused digit and moaned at the feeling of her surrounding his fingers. He moved his thumb over her slit and flicked it a few times, making Olivia let out a low moan. She almost growled. "That is so fucking sexy," he whispered, dropping his lips to her chest.
She shook as he kissed his way up her body, over her neck, and as his lips brushed over hers, she took in a breath and froze.
"Are you still nervous?" he whispered, sliding his fingers out of her and moving closer to her. He gripped her legs, preparing to impale her and left her up, but he was waiting for her answer.
She looked into his eyes, felt his tip nudging at her entrance, and she said, "Yes."
He nuzzled her gently. He whispered, "I love you," and then he pushed, slowly, feeling her stretch and form around him, sucking him into her. "Oh, God, Liv," he groaned, reveling in finally being where he'd longed to be for a long time.
She moaned loudly, gripping onto him, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She felt him lift her up, and instinctively, she crossed her ankles behind his back, locking him in. "El," she whined, rolling her head.
Elliot saw the brief flashes of pain cross her face. "Sorry, baby," he whispered, moving her away from the hay wall and dropping to his knees. He laid her on the soft, dried grass and began moving again, slow and deep, watching her eyes. He moved one hand to her face and wiped her tears away, then he bent his head to kiss her.
"Oh, God," she yelled, her nerves slipping away with every thrust. "Elliot," she moaned, clawing at his back.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered. He kissed her languidly, moving hard but not fast, getting as deep as he could, trying to make it mean something although they were in the middle of a cornfield, not in a bed. "I'm right here, Liv," he whispered with another kiss. "I'm not going anywhere."
Olivia cried out his name, kissed him eagerly, and could not believe that this was happening. She was in a state of pleasurable shock, letting him send her into oblivion with every move, with every kiss. She lost sense of time, and clung to him as they moved together. Then she felt him pull away and her eyes closed, she felt her body start to tremble. "El," she groaned.
"Liv, baby," he grunted as he thrust, "Shit, Liv." He dropped his head again and kissed her, feeling himself tense up and ready to burst. "God, Olivia," he groaned against her lips. He felt her clench tightly around him and he was lost to her, watching her head fall back and her mouth drop open was the end for him.
"Oh, my God, El," she cried, arching her back and squeezing him tight. She felt him hitting into her, still hitting spots no one ever had before, and it sent another glorious release rolling over her.
"Liv," he breathed, then he grunted, spilling inside of her.
They remained there, silent, still, breathing heavily, finding each other's eyes in the dark. He kissed her slowly, she moaned softly, and they both dropped lower. She sunk into the hay beneath her and he sunk into her. He moved, rolling her on top of him, and he looked up into her large, beautiful, brown eyes.
"You still nervous?" he asked, smirking.
Olivia bit her lip. She nodded, then she asked, "What just happened here?" she waited a moment, then asked, "What happens now?"
Elliot ran a hand through her hair and said, "We just made love, at midnight on Halloween, baby. And we changed everything. Finally." He blinked and said, "And now we figure out how to hide this from the people who could destroy us. We go back to my place and tell my kids. We make this work."
"You're serious," she said, her eyes squinting slightly.
"Why wouldn't I…Liv, when I told you I loved you, I meant it. I love you, baby. I'm not gonna walk away from this. This wasn't just a roll in the hay."
Olivia chuckled. "It was actually," she said.
Elliot scoffed. "You know what I meant," he laughed. He sighed and looked deeply into her eyes. "I understand if you can't say it back, hon…"
"I love you, too," she interrupted, her eyes closed and her breath halted. She opened her eyes, she took a moment to just feel, and she realized. She wasn't nervous anymore.
A/N: Suspense, smut, and fluff. It's what Halloween is all about! Next up? A Halloween party they won't forget, complete with Munch's crazy antics and a hilarious night with the squad. Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212
