BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND (I've never used that phrase before)
I am here to give you the ending you guys so badly want. And it gives me an excuse to play with E&O and that's always fun. =)
I have been watching season 13 thanks to TL22 and I am SO Goddamn mad at everyone who sticks their finger into Olivia's wounds. Can't you see that she is in PAIN!? Cragen is an ass BTW for pushing her. And it's like in every episode thereafter someone is reminding Liv of the agony she is going through with Elliot. SHE KNOWS. YOU DON'T HAVE TO REMIND HER EVERY FRICKIN SECOND. GIVE HER A BREAK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. Okay, that's my bitch for the day! =)
Elliot stopped in front of one of the most expensive restaurants in NYC.
"What are we doing here?" she frowned.
"Eating."
"Here?" she cried. Olivia was a simple woman. She was happy with takeout and hot dogs on the side streets. Restaurants and cocktail dresses were reserved for all those model women. On the rare occasion when Olivia would go on a date, she would be taken to one of the these insanely priced restaurants and the whole time she'd be wishing there were hot dogs on the menu.
"You deserve the best, Liv."
Her stomach flipped over like a pancake.
"I don't…"
"I know," he nodded. "You prefer hot dogs and takeout. But this is a special occasion."
Olivia smiled. "What's the occasion?"
"You and me, Liv."
She nodded. "You and me."
They went inside and were seated at one of the tables by the window.
"So tell me what's new with you?" Elliot asked, sipping on his drink. "I want to know something I don't know."
"I cook now."
Elliot raised an eyebrow. "You cook? As in ingredients in a pan, cook?"
Olivia smiled. "Yes. And I'm quite good."
"Wow. That's new."
"What about you?"
"I've been miserable for three long years. I hate working at a desk. I miss catching perps. I miss fighting with you over who's wrong and who's right. I miss having boundaries to work in. I miss breaking rules. I miss you, Olivia. I don't remember a single day of the past three years where I didn't wish I'd picked up the phone and called you."
"I wish you had. I felt like I'd lost my right arm, El. I didn't cope for months. I snapped at everybody. I said the wrong things to the rape victims. I pushed some women to go to court and made things harder for them. I wasn't myself. I haven't been myself. I knew that if I was ever going to get through it, I had to be someone else. I learned how to cook. I kept a diary. I-."
"A diary," he smiled.
"You're not readying it," she stated.
Elliot smirked. "Full of me, eh?"
"Yeah. But it's not good."
"You write what a bastard I was. All the things you hate about me."
"Pretty much," she smiled.
"Did it help?"
"No."
He took her hand across the table. "I love you, Olivia Benson. Your strength. Your resilience. Your temper. Your beauty. Your body…" he smirked.
"Me, too, El."
"So, can we start over? Can we try and make a go of this… you and me? US."
"I'd like that a lot."
An hour later, Elliot slammed her up against the wall in her apartment. He could feel every curve of her body pressed tightly against him. Elliot pressed her arms above her head and held him there having more power than she did. She tried to pull her arms away but he was much stronger than she was. Instead of fighting against him, she titled her head forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth. She craved him. She wanted him. She ached for him.
It was clear that he wanted the same thing.
"Make love to me, El," she whispered.
And he did.
A/N: I hope you guys are happy… I might even deserve a review or too. *blinks rapidly* PLEASE!