A/N: Who does Fin think it is that Elliot's dating? Casey's quirk revealed! And Tuesday night with Olivia, Elliot, and a certain book!
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"The defendant didn't have a leg to stand on, and Langan couldn't dispute anything I threw at him," Casey said. "You two did your jobs, I did mine, we won, what...what are you looking at Olivia?"
Olivia tilted her head. "You have sprinkles on your neck," she said.
Casey raised her eyebrows. "What?"
"Rainbow sprinkles. They're all over your neck, the collar of your shirt," Olivia said, twirling a finger around, pointing.
Casey blinked, looked down, and tried to brush them off. "I have no idea where..."
"Excuse me," Trevor Langan said, bolting into the hallway, "Not that that wasn't fun, but you can be sure that I'm definitely going to be filing for an appeal. You snowballed me in there, Novak!"
Elliot narrowed his eyes at Trevor, then nudged Olivia. Olivia looked at Trevor, too, then chuckled quietly. "Um," she said, "Have you two been eating ice cream together?"
"What?" Langan asked, offended. "Why would I want to do anything with this...prosecutor?"
"Well, you both have sprinkles all over you," Elliot said, folding his arms.
From behind him, oblivious to the conversation, Fin spoke up and said, "Laura, from Homicide?"
"No, Fin!" Elliot snapped. "Why are you so sure her name begins with an..." he paused and thought, then he realized. "I told you to stay out of my desk!"
Fin chuckled and shook his head. "Who is she?" he asked.
"None of your business," Elliot said, turning his attention back to Casey and Trevor. "Can you two explain the rainbow connection, here?"
"Good one," Olivia said, chuckling.
"Thanks," Elliot said, smirking.
Trevor opened his mouth. Then closed it. He furrowed his brow and said, "Only if you promise not to laugh, or give us any shit about it."
"Oh, my God!" Olivia yelped, her eyes popping. "You aren't!"
Casey hung her head. "Shit," she mumbled. "Olivia, I'm so sorry. I didn't think you'd mind. You two have been over for..."
"I don't mind," Olivia interrupted. "I don't care, actually, I'm just shocked. He kept trying to do that with me, but the second he came at me with the chocolate sauce I left. You, Casey, are more of a prude than I am, and you went for it?"
"We didn't use chocolate sauce," Trevor said, smirking. "I'll see you later, Casey. Stabler, Benson," he said nodding at them, then he headed out of the courthouse.
Casey, unable to say anything, looked at them both and left, keeping a safe distance behind Trevor.
Elliot leaned over, a curious look on his face. "You didn't leave when I came at you with the chocolate sauce," he whispered.
"What does that tell you, El?" Olivia asked in return, smirking.
"You love me," Elliot whispered as he grinned.
Olivia winked at him. "So true," she said, smiling.
"Leyla, from TARU!" Fin yelled.
Elliot chuckled. "No, you ass!" he yelled back.
"What is he doing?" Olivia questioned, watching Fin leaning up against the wall, staring pensively into space.
"He found that note you left me, with my tie, in my desk," Elliot said. "Now he thinks my girlfriend's name starts with an 'L.'"
"Mission accomplished," Olivia chuckled.
"Yeah, you're a genius, Liv," Elliot said with a small laugh, leading her out of the courthouse.
They were too busy chatting and laughing to see the look of dead realization on Fin's face. "Liv," he whispered to himself. Then he smirked. "You go, Stabler. It's about damn time."
Barely five minutes after they arrived back at the station, Cragen, avoiding cracks and chewing on his cherry licorice, told them that Munch and Fin wouldn't be coming back right away, they were hunting down a suspect. He wandered back into his office and closed the door.
Elliot, looking around at the almost empty room, shot a harsh glare at the four uniformed officers in the back. They left, afraid, and he chuckled. He walked over to Munch's desk and flipped on his radio, tuning it to the first station that came in clearly. It was playing a slow, bluesy song, and he smiled. He turned, then held out a hand to Olivia. "Dance with me?"
"Not this again," Olivia said, rolling her eyes.
Elliot nodded. "Come on, before we have a bullpen full of people," he said, making a gesture with his outstretched hand. "Please?"
Olivia smiled at him and slipped her hand into his, then stepped into his open arms. He wrapped one around her waist and clutched her hand in the other, swaying and turning, dancing her around the floor. "What are you doing, El?"
"Dancing with the woman I love," Elliot whispered to her, "At least until we hear footsteps. Being with you, Liv, helps me think. Having you in my arms, though, helps me breathe. I'm breathing much better now than I was five minutes ago."
"I love you," Olivia said.
Eliot smirked. "You get the butterflies when you said it?"
"Oh, yeah," Olivia replied, giving him a small laugh.
"Then we're still good," Elliot said, twirling her out and pulling her back.
From his office window, Cragen watched her spin back into his arms and laugh. He sighed. Once they were exposed, he'd have to do something he never wanted to do. He absentmindedly rubbed the rabbit's foot in his hand and asked for help and guidance, something to prevent that from happening.
"Here you go," Elliot said, handing Olivia a glass of wine. "What a day, huh?" he sighed, looking at her as he sipped his own drink.
Olivia scoffed. "Yeah, tell me about it. I think you might have scared Munch a little. You were a bit overzealous in Igrov's interrogation."
Elliot laughed. "We got the confession, didn't we?" he asked, sipping his wine. "This looks incredible on you, baby," he said, sliding the satin belt of her new, red, knee length robe through his fingers.
"You have good taste," Olivia said, sipping the wine.
"No, I just know your body, and your style," Elliot said. "I knew it would look good, but not this fucking good." He put his glass down and sat next to her on the bed. He slid a hand up her leg, slowly, cupping her knee and sliding it back down. "I think I might like it better on the floor though," he smirked and took the book off of her lap and, as he kissed her, he flipped it open to a random page.
Olivia put her hand in the middle, holding it open to the page he'd turned to, and they broke apart. She looked down and her eyes widened.
"I'm gonna get kicked in the face, aren't I?" Elliot asked, reading the instructions.
"If we do it the right way, yes," Olivia quipped.
"Can you lay like that for as long as we're gonna be doing this?" Elliot asked, raising an eyebrow. "This doesn't look too comfortable."
"Last week I was lying, half off the bed, upside down on my stomach. Did I complain?" Olivia asked, smirking.
Elliot smirked back and took her wine glass from her. "You were too busy to complain," he snarked. He closed the book, confident that he knew what to do, and dropped it on the floor. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her up to the middle of their bed, laid her flat, and untied the silk belt. "If it starts to hurt or you get uncomfortable..."
"El," Olivia said, skimming her fingertips up and down his bare chest, "Don't worry about me. I can handle anything you give me, baby. This is about us."
Elliot nodded, bending over to kiss her, and he slid the robe off of her shoulders, loving that her arms freed themselves from the sleeves to wrap around his neck. "Bend 'em," he whispered against her lips, helping her lift her knees to her chest. "Try not to kick me," he laughed as she got into the intended position, the soles of her feet against his chest. He slid his sweatpants down and kicked them off, the leaned forward, holding onto her shoulders. He found her opening, and, though it was tighter than usual, owing to the position, he pushed into her, slowly, until he was buried completely.
"Jesus," Olivia seethed, throwing her head back.
"What?" Elliot asked, concerned. "Am I hurting you?"
Olivia opened her eyes. "No, God no, you're just...oh, God, Elliot, this feels incredible."
Elliot smirked, beginning to move, and he grabbed her feet, pushing her legs higher. As he did, he kept thrusting and he heard Olivia getting louder, slightly more violent. "Holy fucking shit," Elliot spat, his jaw clenched as he moved, feeling the incredible tightness he was working through. "This is amazing," he gasped. "Are you okay?"
"Phenomenal," Olivia moaned, turning her head to the side. "Oh, my God!" she yelled, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Christ, baby," Elliot mumbled, running his hands down her legs, still holding them up. "God damn," he panted, moving faster. "Holy shit, Liv," he groaned, dropping his head. He kissed up and down her legs, thrusting.
"El, baby," Olivia gasped, squeezing his arm in her hands, "Oh, El. Oh, my God."
"Fuck, Liv," Elliot moaned as he felt her clenching. "Let go," he said, grunting. He grabbed her legs, opened them a bit and pulled her closer to him. He bent forward and kissed her lips, and he felt her clench harder around him. He knew she was right on the brink and to push her over the edge, he shifted slightly to the right, and he smirked as she screamed against his lips. He spilled inside of her with a harsh grunt and dropped her legs, moving his arms to wrap around her. He rolled them over, still kissing her, and still inside of her.
Olivia slowed their kiss, but didn't pull away. She ran her hands up and down his arms and shoulders, languidly caressing and kissing until she felt her heartbeat slow. "I love you," she whispered, the second time she'd said it first.
"I get butterflies when I hear you say that, too, ya know," Elliot admitted, brushing her hair back as he looked into her eyes. "I love you."
"Hey!" Casey yelled from her office couch, "Langan!"
"Yes, Novak?" Trevor said, turning around.
"You got vanilla ice cream on my new leather couch," Casey told him.
Trevor laughed and stepped closer to her. "It's ice cream," he said. "Not my fault you're hot little ass melted it faster than I could eat it off of you," he explained, kissing her.
"This is...what exactly?" Casey asked, taking the can of whipped cream out of his hand. "Us?"
"This," Trevor said, "Is making me realize that letting Olivia go was the best thing I've ever done." He leaned back and watched as Casey squeezed the nozzle, swirling the white foam over his chest. When her lips touched his skin he moaned and said, "And you forgetting all about Fin was the best thing for you, too."
"Oh, yeah," Casey said, swallowing. She would find out, though, when she saw him with his new girl, that she wasn't as over him as she thought.
A/N: Quirks collide on Wednesday Night! And Olivia and Elliot get a little too relaxed, and then a little too worked up. ;) Click for more quirks!