Disclaimer: Believe me, I'm trying, but the characters of SVU aren't mine.
Firstly, thanks for all the birthday wishes! I appreciated the fantastic reviews. Many of you were curious about my age – I'm 20. Did you all think I was old and decrepit? Haha.
Anyway, It's that time of the year again people. That's right. SMUT! It's at the end of this chapter, so if you're e/o smut sensitive, this is your warning. My greatest thanks and gratitude to Sam (MariposaAngel, check out my Fave Author's page for her profile) for writing this most awesome scene. I heart it, we all heart it. Maybe we can convince Dick to put it in the show?
I need to thank Cathy for her knowledge of Plattsburgh, and the fact that it was far away enough to justify Elliot and Olivia's shacking up in a motel! Woo! Thanks!
Enjoy, don't forget the R&R. Thanks again Sam! This is for you, Scar and the rest of my e/o pals over at USAnetwork (Mary, Denise, you all know who you are!), who are seriously E/O deprived. I hope the smut helps you my honeys!
PS. There's a competition at the end of this open to everybody. I think the prize is a'rocking!
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16th Precinct, Manhattan
SVU Interrogation Room
Tuesday, February 13
10:29am
Katie Davis was very petite; blonde hair and blazing blue eyes. Despite her surprising hardness when she had made her confession, she was now standing against the wall of the interrogation room looking lost and distraught. She had refused to sit down at the table opposite Elliot and Olivia who were waiting patiently for her to make a move. Since entering the room she had remained stoically silent, the tapping of her tennis shoe on the floor the only sound resonating in the confined space. Every few seconds her gaze would fall upon Elliot and Olivia before she'd drag it back to focusing on the street below through the window.
"Are you sure you don't want a lawyer?" Olivia asked, fidgeting with the pen in her right hand.
Davis turned to look at Olivia, giving her a blank stare, "no, I didn't do anything wrong."
Elliot raised an eyebrow, "you killed a man, and you don't think that's wrong?"
Davis shook her head, rolling her eyes, "you don't understand."
Olivia refrained from getting up and throttling her out of frustration, "well make us understand. Why do you think he deserved it?"
Davis' face screwed up, as though she was in agony, "because he molested me when I was ten."
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16th Precinct, Manhattan
SVU Squad-room
Tuesday, February 13
10:54am
"How do we know that she isn't lying?" Cragen asked, as Olivia and Elliot informed him that Huang had recommended Davis be moved to a psych facility for observation.
Olivia tugged at her bottom lip, reading off a police report, "It says here that about eight years ago, Davis's mother accused her father of molesting her," she looked up at Cragen, "the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence. But Katie began to see a psychiatrist not long after, and continued to until about three years ago."
Cragen nodded, "I'll call Casey for a subpoena of the psychiatrist's records, head over there now and see if you can get any leeway into what the shrink thinks."
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321 West 55th St
Manhattan
Tuesday, February 13
11:23am
Diana Everett's office was filled with artworks of who the Detectives assumed were her youngest patients along the back wall; a stark contrast to the many awards and certificates that hung opposite them behind her desk. The clock on her desk ticked loudly, almost in rhythm with Elliot's fingers as they drummed on the arm of the chair he and Olivia were sharing.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," a short, plump woman who they presumed to be Diana Everett apologised as she bustled through the door.
Elliot sat up straighter, "that's ok."
Everett let out a deep breath, handing Olivia Katie Davis' medical file, "I trust I'll have the subpoena some time today?"
Olivia smiled, "Our district attorney is waiting for the ink to dry as we speak."
Everett nodded, seemingly satisfied with their word. She sat down behind her desk, putting on a pair of reading glasses, squinting as she took in the two detectives opposite her. Elliot had the distinct feeling she was reading him, and he grew uncomfortable under her gaze, so he chose to open the file Olivia passed onto him.
Finally, she sat forward, "I'm sure you're not here to simply to swap pleasantries with me," she smirked at Elliot as he looked up sharply from reading the file, "you want to know about the molestation allegations?"
Elliot frowned slightly, "you say allegations? You didn't believe her?"
Everett shrugged, "it was hard to say. The first session I had with Katie was with her mother, and her mother did most of the talking. She seemed to have been feeding the ideas and situations into her daughter's head. So when we got further into the sessions, it would have seemed to Katie as a reality; whether it was or wasn't."
Olivia looked up from the file, "but you prescribed her anti-depressants?"
Everett nodded, "After about 18 months, Katie started to slip into a severe form of depression. Her father had been accused of a most serious crime and wasn't around, and her mother wasn't there for her emotionally."
Elliot raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"
Everett pulled open her drawer, opening a bar of chocolate, "well after the initial mother-daughter visits, Adriana left Katie to come by herself."
Elliot shook his head at Everett's offer of chocolate, "but wouldn't the sessions be more productive without her presence?"
Everett tilted her head slightly, "they would have been if her mother had been more of a support outside the sessions. But Adriana Davis is a classic narcissist; she fed off the attention she and her daughter got from the allegations. Katie was only 10 going on 11, it was a lot for her to handle. And her father moved away after the initial scandal dissipated."
Olivia shook her head sadly, "so you don't think that Katie was molested?"
Everett folded her arms on the desk's top, "Not by her father. She displayed some symptoms of abuse, but we talked freely about her father; he seemed to be the only one in her life that acted as her stable force. Her mother took that away from her," she sighed sadly, "but unfortunately, I believe there is more to it than Katie or her mother was willing to admit."
Elliot scratched his chin, "why do you think Katie would accuse Judge Hall of molesting her?"
Everett chewed the chocolate thoughtfully, "There are some cases where victims of abuse will accuse members of high society because they see them on TV or read about them in the paper and a memory will be triggered. Perhaps Judge Hall reminded Katie of the man that did abuse her and she sought him out for closure?"
Olivia closed the file, "or he was the man who molested her."
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16th Precinct, Manhattan
SVU Squad-room
Tuesday, February 13
12:34pm
"I'm under pressure to seek the max for the perp," Casey said, her arms folded in a defensive stance, "if she pleads some form of insanity and gets away with it, I'll have to move to frigging Iceland."
Munch snorted, "I'd come visit you."
Casey rolled her eyes, "As much as that thought appeals to me, I'd like to know the background to these molestation allegations to see whether or not an insanity defence will hold any water."
Cragen nodded, "Casey, we know how to do our job. Davis' mother is away on business and gets back tomorrow, and the father lives all the way up in Plattsburgh. I'm sending Benson and Stabler," he eyed them cautiously, "because Munch and Fin are going to be held in contempt of court if they don't turn up tomorrow morning. The case has been put off long enough."
Casey smirked slightly, "they've promised to behave?"
Olivia put her head in her hands as she shook her head, but Elliot just smiled politely, "we're going on business, nothing else. I thought you held us in higher regard Casey?"
Casey let out a short laugh, "just make sure you get the right information."
Elliot mock-saluted her as she stalked past him and out of the precinct, "bye Case."
Cragen turned to where Fin was biting into a jam-filled donut, "You two can interview the mother when you're done tomorrow morning," he stopped at the partition of Elliot and Olivia's desk, "you two get moving and pack for the night. It's an easy five hour drive each way, and that's without traffic," he made to move along, but hesitated.
"Captain?" Elliot asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Just don't make me regret my decision to allow you two to remain partners. You're staying at a local motel."
Olivia nodded, pulling together the files on her desk into some semblance of order. The last thing she wanted was to return with paperwork sprawled all over her desk. Elliot and she had made it to the door before Cragen stopped them.
"And I don't want any unnecessary charges to room-service."
"Dammit," Elliot swore as he and Olivia left the precinct.
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Benson and Stabler Sedan
En-Route to Plattsburgh, NY
Tuesday, February 13
7:36pm
"I said Window!"
"No, you said windscreen, big difference El," Olivia said, her right hand up in defense.
Elliot clicked his tongue, tapping his thumb impatiently against the steering wheel. Sometimes Olivia was irrepressible. And this came to the fore most often in a competitive environment; and nothing was more competitive than a game of 'I-Spy'.
Olivia pulled their joined hands to her mouth, and kissed the back of Elliot's hand, "your turn," she mumbled against his skin.
Elliot smiled, running through a list of car-parts in his head, "ok, I-Spy with my little eye, something beginning with…" He trailed off as he focused on taking an exit.
Olivia waited patiently for Elliot to give her a letter, "come on El, I'm reaching Munch's age here."
Elliot snorted, "Ok, something beginning with 'R'."
Olivia chewed her lip, her eyes scanning the interior of the car, "Radiator?"
Elliot shook his head, "what's the name of the hotel we're staying at?"
Olivia opened the folded piece of paper in her lap, "Bronze Gate Motel," she answered, "should be just after Ross Square. We get to Set point we've gone too far."
Elliot nodded, turning the car's lights onto high beam to see the road signs better, turning left as they reached the motel.
Olivia took in the building before her, sucking in a breath as she fully noticed Lake Champlain to their right, the moonlight sparkling spectacularly on its surface, "It's beautiful," Olivia breathed.
"NYPD went all out," Elliot said wryly, navigating the sedan into a car-spot closest to the reception area. There was a beat-up hatchback and another sedan in the parking lot; the options weren't limited.
Olivia turned to the establishment Elliot had indicated; it looked a little rundown, and Olivia was willing to bet that inside wasn't much better. The Vacancy sign flashed red on and off, the 'a' after the 'v' not working at all.
"Classy," Olivia said, stretching her sore back against her seat.
"I'll go to reception, you get some fresh air," Elliot said as they both exited the sedan.
As Elliot went to check in, Olivia moved towards the lake, wrapping her arms around herself tightly as the chilly breeze licked at her skin. Despite the tackiness of the outside of the motel, the view was spectacular, the air much cleaner, and as she looked up the stars; her breath was stolen for the second time that night.
"Hey you," Elliot whispered in Olivia's ear, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"You don't get to see them in the city," she responded, covering his arms with her own, "It's beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as some things." Elliot whispered leaning down and kissing her cheek; Olivia shivered at the contact, "come on, let's get you inside," he said tugging her towards the hotel, collecting their bags from the sedan as they went.
Elliot smiled at the guy behind the desk as they headed up the narrow staircase to their room; the carpet sticking to the soles of their shoes as they went. Grime caked the surface of the walls and the muffled sounds of a television sounded through their paper-thin quality. Elliot stopped at their room, shifting the bags in his hand to reach for the keys in his pocket.
They shuffled into the dank smelling room, Olivia blindly feeling her way across the wall for a light switch. Finding it, she flicked it on, the halogen bulb buzzing to life, casting an eerie glow across the threshold.
They stood there silently, taking in the two single beds, and a darkened room to the right they assumed was the bathroom. A tiny television sat atop a set of drawers, the window to the left covered by filthy off-white curtain. Elliot and Olivia shared weary glances.
"I'm going to have a shower," Elliot finally sighed, grabbing his small tote bag at his side and heading off for the bathroom
Olivia nodded, picking up her own bag. She lifted it onto the bed, pulling out her sleepwear, but was distracted by the breeze that lifted the curtains, revealing the view beyond them. Resting her arms on the ledge, she lost herself in the way the sky and water met on the horizon, the stars sparking in the reflection of the water; or the other way round. It was too beautiful to tell. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the clean crisp air.
Time stood still; so much so that when Elliot emerged from the bathroom, she was completely oblivious.
"Come on baby," he whispered, moving her away from the window and into the bathroom.
He snapped the door closed behind her, moving about the room diligently for her small surprise.
"Elliot?" Olivia called out, realizing the room was empty as she exited the bathroom.
Clad only in a white tank top and blue boy shorts, she shivered slightly, the breeze continuing to filter in through the window
"Here put these on," Elliot's voice came from behind her.
"You scared me," Olivia said, her left hand to her chest as her right reached out for the pair of lounge pants he had in the bag.
Olivia raised a quizzical eyebrow as she pulled them on, "you know, I'm used to you trying to get me out of clothes not in them," She chuckled settling the pants on her hips.
He kicked a pair of flip-flops over to her; Olivia slipping her feet into them and looked expectantly at the man in front of her.
"Come on," Elliot smiled, leading her out of the room.
To her surprise he lead her down a rear staircase and through a back room of some sort, "El, where are you taking me?" She asked looking around.
"Here!" Elliot triumphantly replied as her opened a door.
Olivia gasped at the site before her. Elliot had set up and blanket near the edge of the lake under a particularly clear part of the sky. "I noticed you were a little star struck so…" He trailed off waiting to see if he had done well.
Olivia squealed, startling the hell out of him; then wrapped her arms around his neck and laid one on him.
They pulled back breathless, "thank you," she sighed turning her body in his embrace and looking up at the sky.
"Sit," Elliot encouraged, moving them onto the blanket at their feet.
They settled on it, cuddling as she gazed off into the sky. Elliot watched her eyes gloss over and a slight smile tug at her lips. There was more to the story.
"Talk to me, baby," he whispered against her hair.
"When I was 16, after the whole engagement incident, my mother insisted that we spend the weekend together. She dragged me to some B&B out in Pennsylvania. The second night we were there she wanted to have a campfire. We did. And we talked, El. I mean really talked," she paused, looking into Elliot's eyes, "and I remember crawling over to her and snuggling against her. She had started to hum to me while she played with my hair. The sky was so clear and starry," She sniffed, trying to hold back her tears.
"Just like tonight," Elliot concluded, brushing the bangs off her forehead as she turned back to look at the sky.
Olivia nodded a little and he felt a few drops of moisture fall on to his forearm, "hey…hey! No crying pretty lady," he smiled softly turning her face towards him.
Olivia blinked out a few more tears before burying her head in his shoulder, "I do miss her," Olivia mumbled softly.
"I know you do," Elliot replied, thinking she had never looked more beautiful to him a she did right now. He gently wiped her tears away and kissed her lips softly.
"I love you," she smiled, kissing him again.
She pushed him onto his back and continued to plunder his mouth. They couldn't tell you how it happened; one minute they were talking about her mother and the next they were making out and rounding second base on the blanket like two horny teens at a lover's point. Olivia pulled his t-shirt up over his head letting her nimble fingers play over his firm chest.
"El, you want to go all the way?" Olivia smirked, obviously sharing his sentiments.
Elliot grinned, sliding his hands up her torso taking her tank along with them. Elliot's eyes widened, his cock twitching at the sight of Olivia rocking over him; bare breasted, lips swollen, eyes cloudy, a wicked grin on her face that was killing him.
"All the way?" Elliot asked coyly, massaging her left breast.
"Yeah, you do know what that is right?" She moaned rocking over his erection.
"No," he said cheekily, dragging her head down to kiss her.
"Oh well then… let me show you," Olivia whispered hotly in his ear.
Elliot groaned at the feeling of her warm breath against him. Olivia slowly licked a path down his chest nibbling as she went. Her fingers hooked into his track pants and boxers, dragging them off his lithe frame. She looked up to find Elliot watching her with a lustful gaze.
Elliot groaned when her hand wrapped around his erection, firmly stroking him.
"You still with me?" Olivia asked, using her free hand to shove her own bottoms off.
"Yeah," he panted, eyes drifting closed as her lips covered his again.
Olivia ginned, sliding up his body letting her knees rest on either side of him. She moaned as the head of him came in contact with her warm wet centre. Elliot was so lost in her kiss that he bit down on her bottom lip when she slid down over him.
"Shit!" He groaned, feeling his body slip into her wet hot heat. Olivia licked her bottom lip checking for blood, "I'm sorry, baby," Elliot moaned thrusting up into her.
Olivia braced her hands on his chest and began to move over him, her head dropping back, her eyes focusing on one particularly bright star. It struck her as odd that she was making love under the stars that held fond memories of her mother. However, the moment Elliot's lips closed over her left nipple all thoughts vanished as she gave herself over to his pleasurable antics.
"Oh God," she whimpered, holding his head to her breast.
Elliot hummed his agreement against her and it sent shockwaves through her body. Elliot smiled feeling her tremble in his arms. He loved making love to her. It was never boring no matter how many times they'd done this ancient dance.
Olivia's legs wound around his waist as she rocked ruthlessly against him. Elliot's hands repeatedly caressed her back lightly, heightening her senses. Olivia moaned, her nails digging into the tender flesh of his back.
Elliot could feel her body tighten and knew his own orgasm wasn't far off. He lifted Olivia's lef onto his hip, rolling them over and thrusting into her, loving the way she writhed up against him. In reply, Olivia covered his mouth with her own, as he slid deeply into her, grinding against her clit.
"ELLLLIIIIIIOOOOOT!" Olivia screamed as she came violently, clinging to and shaking around him.
The quick powerful contractions of her muscles around him pulled Elliot over the edge, "Oh God!" he groaned, spilling himself into her warm body and collapsing on top of her.
Olivia wrapped her arms and legs around him and caressed his back, "good, God woman," he moaned in her ear, still feeling her periodically tense around his softening penis.
"And that's all the way," she breathed into his neck.
Elliot withdrew from her warmth and lay beside her. After a few minutes the cool temperature reminded them that they were very much naked; and very much outside. Rising tenderly, Elliot handed Olivia her clothes and the dressed. Fully clothed, Olivia and Elliot lay back on the blanket, silently watching the stars.
Olivia sighed contentedly; Elliot looked over at her and smirked.
"What?" She whispered, feeling his eyes on her.
"Mmm…can I go all the way with you again?" He leered, his fingers moving up her sides.
Olivia chewed on her lip, pretending to think about it, "race you back to the room," she quipped, jumping up and taking off.
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Now my lovelies, leave a review. And see if you can correctly guess the answer to Elliot's 'I-Spy' question. I left it open for you guys to have a go. First person to get it right, gets a cameo in my next story! Then the second and third person to get the answer can have an 'extras' role. Don't worry, I'll work it out. Sam, you know the answer so you're not allowed, but you can be a character anyway cause I love you. Happy guessing everyone!