Author's Note: Law & Order: SVU and its characters are NOT mine.

Chapter 4: Fighting With Her

Fighting with him (her) was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer.

God damn it! She was so freakin' stubborn. Not to mention feisty. Definitely a bad combination.

Hell, they were both feisty and stubborn.

Neither would give in to the other – even though they both knew that would be the best thing to do. No - giving in was NOT an option. No way. No how.

So they would just sit and glare at each other. Both sets of eyes leveled upon the other, narrowed. When they tired of not saying anything the scornful remarks would start.

And they would keep going until it turned to a full fledge shouting match – with insults, curses, thoughtless, unkind words flying out of their mouths every second. Past mistakes, hurts, grudges, unresolved thoughtless acts were brought up.

They raged and raged against each other but never throwing a punch. Never. He could never hurt a woman and though he knew Olivia was capable, hell she was a decorated detective – he knew she would never do that either. Not in anger, not like this. Not ever.

But anger can ignite passion that can extinguish that same anger. And there was never a question of their passion for each other. They had passion – too much so that they often imploded from it. You think they'd learn. But no it happened time and again and it was okay. It was them. This was them.

Later, when the morning sun woke him up, he saw their limbs entangled. He could barely tell where she began and he ended. But then he also saw the scratches on him, the bite marks on her, her swollen lips. He felt the soreness in his muscles, the swelling of his lips… This was their passion out of control.

With anyone else, he probably would have been scared. Scared that there was this one person that could drive him to be the way he was with her. But she wasn't just anyone. He wasn't scared. He knew that this was just how they were. All the insults, all the rage becoming passion – that was them. And everything before that was meaningless.

He knew that when she woke up, everything would be back to normal – whatever normal means. He knew that everything would be forgiven – at least until next time. Then the cycle would start all over again.

Because fighting with her was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there is no right answer.

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I don't know…I had a harder time writing this chapter, just like Danii in hers. Ah well, hope you guys like it anyway. And don't forget to read DaniiButNotBeck's story, Red.

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