Hey everybody! Sorry for the delay in update - I have some sort of severe mutation of a virus that is killing me! Not literally, it just feels that way. Had to go to emerg. yesterday to get a CAT scan and rule out a tumor, which there isn't! At least my parents now have proof that I really do have a brain!
Enough ranting, I can't wait for SVU tonight! Did you all hear the rumours of Olivia's sex scene thats coming up in the show? EXCITED! Love Harry Connick Jr.
/watch?v=_e-rXfkx27E&feature=g-u&context=G2213d60FUAAAAHgAEAA - Clip
/watch?v=tKhUM4pHewg - Dirty Harry & Hellabodacious Hargitay ;)
So comment! Hopefully I'll be back and better than ever soon but until then, comment on what I do have for you!
"Oh God, I've never felt so lousy in my life!" Olivia groaned two weeks later as she came in the door from work, flopping down on the couch. "When do the books say this goes away?"
Elliot smiled down at her ruefully, handing her a mug of tea which she accepted grouchily.
"Morning sickness usually stops around the 3 month mark, so 12 weeks. It's also when the greatest risk for miscarriage ends."
"So 6 weeks until I can finally breathe easy." Olivia mused.
"Until the baby hits a growth spurt and starts to compress your lungs and other vital inner organs," Elliot supplied unhelpfully, grinning widely as he plopped down on the couch beside her.
Olivia sighed, leaning her head back against the couch and contemplating her navel thoughtfully. "Dr. Bronson also mentioned there'd be an increased risk for complications as well as growth because of the condition of my uterus and all the scarring."
She laid a protective hand over her abdomen, rubbing gently in one place.
"I'm not showing yet, but I can feel this firm little bulge if I press down a little. God, it's so weird to imagine a little person growing in there."
Elliot and Olivia had talked about being 'together', but nothing had happened to cement that yet. Not that either of them didn't want it to; but between their jobs and caution over the pregnancy the tension had just grown until it begged for release.
Elliot sat down beside her, "can I feel?"
Olivia looked surprised for a moment, then slid her hand upwards so Elliot could feel the next to negligible existence of their baby.
She laughed at how feather light his touch was; "You can press a little harder, El. I'm not going to break, I promise."
Placing her hand over his, she pressed down a little; watching Elliot as his face lit up with a wondering kind of smile as he felt the proof for himself that his baby was growing inside the woman he loved, even if she didn't know it yet.
He pulled back his hand slightly, still smiling. But Olivia kept her hold on his hand, sliding it upwards over her sweater tentatively, trying to show him what she wanted, what she needed.
Instantly, Elliot felt himself grow hard; but the last thing he wanted to do was push her.
"Elliot…"
His eyes were glued to the perfect moist bow of her lips as she breathed his name, holding his hand over her breast.
Unable to hold back any longer, Elliot started to move his fingers in a gentle massage as he leaned over to take her mouth with his.
Olivia moaned into the kiss, arching her back so that his palm cupped her fully. His other hand moved her hair out of her face, softly brushing her cheek with a fingertip as he did so, causing goosebumps to break out over her body so she shivered with the delicious sensation.
She gasped as Elliot deftly unbuttoned her shirt, the cool air tightening her nipples deliciously.
He drew back instantly, "Liv – are you okay?" His eyes searched hers for signs of pain but found none, and she shook her head – still breathless with the desire coursing through her body.
"No, no I'm fine; don't stop. They – they're just more sensitive now be-because of the…" her words died in a moan as Elliot bent his head to press his lips to the topmost curve of each glorious, newly sensitive, creamy globe.
Hungrily, she held his head to her as he flicked his tongue out to taste each rosy peak. Already, within seconds, she was wet and aching for him. It usually took at least some significant amount of foreplay for her to be able to reach her full potential, but with Elliot…all he had to do was look at her and she felt as if she were going up in flames.
And she didn't think it was just the increased blood flow and hormones from the pregnancy that were making her feel this way.
"Olivia, are you sure about this?" Elliot's breath tickled her ear and she writhed beneath him even more vigorously.
"Yes, yes I want you Elliot."
He chuckled slightly, "I want you too, Olivia – more than you know. But I meant if we physically, can do this."
Olivia was too aroused to feel embarrassed at her blatant need for him.
Her lips curved up in a seductive smile as she deftly undid his belt buckle and slid his jeans off. "Did you wanna hear a secret?" she whispered, nipping his ear lightly with her teeth as she did.
"I called Dr. Bronson the day you moved in here, and got the okay."
That was it. Elliot scooped her up in his arms, his mouth never leaving hers as he carried her through the hallway to her bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed, spreading her out in front of him and removing what was left of her clothes.
He hooked a finger through the sheer lace of her panties and her hips bucked as she felt him so close to where she wanted, where she needed him to be.
"El…Elliot, please just be in me."
And he obliged, but only after he'd made her come twice did he find his own pleasure in her.
Afterwards, Olivia stretched out languorously – a satisfied smile curving her lips as Elliot's mouth covered hers again as she lay in his arms.
"I think this has been my favourite cure for morning sickness yet," she teased, still entwined in his arms.
Elliot reached out his hand and placed it over her tummy, moving it back and forth in a tender caress.
Olivia had sat up slightly against the pillows and watched as Elliot rubbed the place where deep down, their baby was growing.
"My abs are starting to disappear," she mused thoughtfully. "Any waistline I had is being filled out more every day – I actually popped a button off my pants at work today when I sat down."
"It's only slightly noticeable when you're not wearing clothes," he assured her, biting back a smile. "And no one else at work had better be seeing you without your clothes on," he teased back.
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At 8 weeks pregnant, that little bulge under her navel that Olivia could feel if she pressed down had swollen into the beginnings of a baby bump.
Olivia smiled to herself in the shower as she rinsed the soapy lather off her body, her hand sliding down her torso until her hand was splayed slightly over the tiny bulge in her belly.
She knew to the rest of the world it probably looked like she'd just gained a couple pounds of middle age spread. Only herself, Elliot and the doctor knew what precious secret she harbored in her womb.
She didn't plan on telling anyone else about the pregnancy until she was the suggested 12 weeks along for fear of a miscarriage.
She frowned as she wrapped a towel around herself. The excited flip flop of her emotions thinking about the baby turned to an unpleasant churning sensation and a cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck and her upper lip.
Her stomach convulsed again and Olivia sunk to her knees awkwardly in front of the toilet just in time to be violently, wretchedly ill; heaving miserably until she thought there couldn't possibly be anything else to bring up.
Walking back into the bedroom, Elliot heard the sound of her retching and forced the bathroom door open without a moment's hesitation.
"Go away." Olivia managed to croak out between heaves. Not wanting the horrible dizziness to return, she kept her eyes squeezed shut, praying the room would stop spinning.
But after a moments pause, another more pleasant sensation reached through to her fevered mind as she felt a cool, damp, roughness sweep lightly over her forehead and cheeks before being held to the back of her neck as Elliot rubbed her back soothingly.
Olivia opened her eyes to see Elliot kneeling next to her, gently pushing back the damp strands of hair that clung to her face. As she doubled over the ceramic bowl again to be sick, Elliot held her hair back, his other hand gently holding her at the waist to steady her.
"I thought I told you to go away," she joked weakly as Elliot helped her up from the floor, barely restraining the overwhelming urge to carry her.
"Never claimed I was good at following orders…Besides, I'm in this for the long haul Liv, every single second of it."
Cupping her face in his hand, his thumb brushed across the dark circles under her eyes. "Why don't you stay home today, Liv – the morning sickness is just getting worse. I'm off today anyway, I'll stay with you."
Avoiding the real subject, Olivia looked up at him questioningly. "You got a job? Where?"
He shrugged casually, "I knew a guy who could use me for contract work."
He stopped as Olivia's eyes widened, "not the mercenary/hit man type contract work," he assured her smilingly.
Olivia got to her feet again and headed towards her closet. "I'll be fine, Elliot. I'll mostly be doing paperwork today anyway; we just cleared some cases yesterday so there's nothing super urgent."
She touched his face lightly, fingers rasping lightly across the morning shadow that told her he hadn't shaved yet. The other hand she used to cradle the bit of a belly she'd developed.
"We'll be fine."
Eyes still dark with worry; Elliot took her hand from his face and moved it to his lips, kissing her palm before leaving her to get dressed.
"I'll at least drive you," Elliot's tone brooked no argument when she came out of the bedroom, having been sick one more time – and Olivia was too damn tired for fight.
Truth be told in the last week or so she'd been having to pull over at least once a commute to be ill. It was sheer dumb luck that she had so far been able to keep from losing it during interrogations.
On the ride over, Olivia lay her head back against the headrest. And damn if it didn't feel a little too good to let Elliot take control. She'd never been 'taken care of' in her life, it was always vice versa.
Whether it was pulling the vodka bottles from her mother's unconscious hand and carrying her to bed or taking overtime to cover someone else's shift. It had never been her turn.
But then again, she had to remind herself that a lot of this wasn't for her. It was for her baby – as it should be. This baby was Olivia's life now.
But as she rested her eyes on the journey to work, she had no clue that that life would be threatened, in more ways than one.
I know, I know I'm horrible! But apparently cliffhangers work when pleading for reviews! Lol
Here are the links again!Add youtube to the .com part & copy and paste if it starts acting weird :)
/watch?v=_e-rXfkx27E&feature=g-u&context=G2213d60FUAAAAHgAEAA Clip
/watch?v=tKhUM4pHewg Dirty Harry & Hellabodacious Hargitay ;)