A/N: Someone wants to move at actual-lightning speed, only backwards, of course.
DISCLAIMER: Dick Wolf owns SVU and its characters. TStabler© owns the narrative, dialogue and plot of this story.
Elliot and Olivia watched Munch toss his former partner, Monique Jeffries, into the interrogation room with tears in his eyes. He walked back toward his desk and slumped into his chair, dropping his head into his hands. "Damn," he mumbled. "Damn it to fucking hell."
"What happened?" Elliot asked, rising from his seat. He placed a hand on Munch's shoulder and squeezed lightly.
"She's being accused of drugging and raping a twenty-five year old guy she met at a bar last night. Some fucking kid named Mikey or Mike or Mickey or some shit," Munch explained. "Did you call Tucker?"
Elliot nodded. "Olivia's got it."
"Tucker's on his way," Olivia said, hanging up the phone. "He told us to go ahead and question her, as long as Trevor's here."
Elliot nodded."I'll be in in a second," he said, walking out the squadroom doors. "Bathroom," he whispered to Olivia.
Trevor and Olivia and headed into the interrogation room, but he stopped her in the pit. "Woah, hold on a second," he said, grabbing her arm. "You really fucked him?"
"I wouldn't put it like that, Trevor," Olivia said, smacking his arm.
"Well, I'm in a bit of shock here, Olivia! Aren't you moving a little fast?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Olivia chuckled. "It's not fast if you're going the wrong way," she said.
"I'm not even gonna pretend I understood that. So, uh, how was it? I mean, really? I want details," Trevor said, leaning up against the wall. "You know I've always wondered what he's like in bed, Olivia."
"Amazing," she said, leaning up against the two-way mirror. "Mind-blowing, earth-shattering. I almost screwmed. I would have, except we had to be quiet because his daughter's..."
"He made you wanna scream?" Trevor asked, surprised. "No one has ever...wait," Trevor smirked. "How big is he?"
That question earned him another smack. "Trevor," she said, "Why am I friends with you?"
"Because, Olivia, who else are you gonna tell all of this to?" Trevor asked, folding his arms with a laugh.
"Elliot's a very large man," Olivia said, raising an eyebrow. "It actually hurt for a minute, before it became the single most satisfying experience of my life."
Trevor's eyes widened. They luaghed as they heard Elliot come in and he looked very smug as he said, "Let's get on with it, shall we?" He needed the ego boost Olivia had just given him. He wouldn't tell her she heard them. Not yet anyway.
The interrogation didn't last long, and Tucker came up just in time to watch the two detectives get a confession. He walked into the interrogation room just as Elliot and Olivia walked out of it, giving them a curt nod and an abrupt, "Good work you two."
Olivia and Elliot looked at each other, wide-eyed. Elliot began to ask, "Did he just…"
"Yeah, he did," Olivia interrupted. She laughed, disbelievingly, and led Elliot out of the pit.
Elliot and Olivia walked into the apartment and saw Maureen, asleep on the couch, with a book in her hand. Elliot looked at Olivia and smiled, then softly walked over and shook his daughter lightly. "Mo," he said, "Honey, we're home."
"Hi, Dad," Maureen said, yawning, "Hi, Liv. Can one of you sign my Spanish test?" She pointed to the folder on the coffee table. "It's only a C-Minus, but she still wants it signed by a parent. Liv," she said with another yawn, "Can you help me study tomorrow?"
"Sure, honey," Olivia said, smiling at the girl.
"Thanks. There's pizza on the stove. Now that you two are home, I'm going to sleep." She got off the couch, throwing the blanket she'd been using to the floor. She gave her dad a hug and kiss, then gave a hug and kiss to Olivia. She said, "I love you guys," and padded into her room.
Olivia laughed as she picked up the blanket. "Wow," she said. "Signing Spanish tests, helping her with homework, picking up after her, it's like I'm her mother, but I didn't have to do any of the really hard work."
Elliot laughed and pulled Olivia toward him, kissing her. "You'd be an amazing mother, Livvy. You want kids, right?"
"You know I do," she said, nodding. "Someday. Oh! Thanks for reminding me…" she trailed off as she pulled away from him, walked over to her coffee table, and dug through her bag.
Elliot watched Olivia pull out a tiny pink box. Before she could take the pill, however, he cleared his throat and gave her a disapproving. "What?" she asked, looking up at him. "Unless you wanna knock me up, and make someday come soon, I have to take…"
Elliot raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Livvy," he said, interrupting her, "Maybe I do."
"El," Olivia said, dropping her birth control back into her bag. "Think about what you just said."
"Livvy," Elliot said, walking over to her. "I know exactly what I just said."
Olivia looked up at him with moist eyes. "We aren't even…"
"Yeah, we are." Elliot tightened his grip on her and tried to see deep into her soul through her eyes. "Maybe it wasn't as hypothetical of a question as you thought it was. Neither is this one. I'm asking, not hypothetically, if you want to have a baby. With me."
"Are you really serious?" she asked, unaware that she was crying.
Elliot smiled, tears in his own eyes, as he wiped away the ones that had fallen down her cheek. "Yeah," he whispered. "I'm not saying we're gonna drop everything and open up a baby factory right now," he laughed. "But I don't want to you take those stupid things, honey. Not with me. There's no reason. Just, let it happen if it's gonna happen, and we'll deal with it. I'll be fucking thrilled, actually."
Olivia chuckled, sniffling. "You're nuts."
"I am," Elliot admitted.
"You don't see a problem with any of this?" Olivia asked, looping her arms around his back. "We move in together, your daughter's in my closet, and you just flat out told me to stop taking the 'no-baby' pills, and we've only been together for…"
"A year, Livvy," Elliot said. "We've been together for a year. We've just made it really fucking official a week ago. I, uh, have a confession to make, baby."
"Uh-oh," Olivia said, her face falling.
"Nothing serious, Livvy," Elliot chuckled. He put his hand on the small of her back and pushed her gently toward the bedroom. "I just wanted to let you know the reason I kind of hit you over the head with this whole relationship."
Olivia turned and narrowed her eyes. "And what's that?"
"I knew you'd run, eventually, if we started slow," he said, bluntly. "I loved you too much and I needed you too desperately to let you have the chance to do that. By rushing the shit out of you, I knew you just wouldn't be able to run. I knew what I was doing. The whole time."
Olivia tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brow, watching as Elliot stripped. Clad only in his boxers, he walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled down the sheets. He dropped the boxers, then, too, making Olivia growl slightly. "What do you mean, you knew I'd run?" She, too, undressed, forgoing pajamas, figuring he'd only take them off of her in a minute.
"Livvy," Elliot said sighing, then gasping as he watched her drop her clothes to the floor, "In the past year, I've watched five different guys go nuts over you, and I've watched you drop them like hot potatoes the second it got serious. You're usually terrified of commitment. I decided that I'd force you to make a huge commitment, right off the bat, and if you didn't run, screaming, for the hills, then we'd be okay."
Olivia laughed as she watched him climb into the bed, interrupting him. "So, you asked me to marry you because you didn't want me to run away when you…"
"Really asked you to marry me," Elliot nodded. "Yeah. Something like that. I know it's all backwards and unconventional, but since when have we ever done anything the right way?" he asked, pulling her down into the bed. "We never follow the rules. Ever."
Olivia nuzzled into him with a chuckle. "That's true," she said. "By the way, I only ran from those other guys, because I was falling in love with my partner at work, and I knew I couldn't live with myself if I let things get serious with a guy I wasn't serious about, if there was any chance my partner would ever love me back."
Elliot chortled as he nibbled lightly on Olivia's neck. "Your partner's a very lucky guy, Livvy." He sucked her pulse for a moment, making her groan, then said, "And he loves you more than you could possibly imagine."
"God, that feels good," she murmured, as his lips traveled down her back.
Elliot chuckled, pulling her closer. "That's the point," he said against her skin. He moved, kissing over her neck again, over her collar bone, up her chin, finally reaching her lips. He pressed his lips to hers, muffling the moan coming from deep within her chest as his fingers slid up her slit. "I was serious, Livvy," he said, pushing his digits inside of her.
"About what," she whimpered. "God, El," she cried softly, arching her back.
"Everything," he whispered, thrusting his fingers faster. He curled and twisted his fingers as he snaked his way down her body, adding his tongue to the mix, making her cover her mouth with her own hand to keep from screaming. When he felt her clench around his fingers, he sucked, directly on her clit, like it was a straw. She wriggled and bucked and pulled the pillow out from underneath her head, holding it over her face, as she came completely undone.
As Elliot lapped up her juices, he chuckled. Then he crawled up her body, moved the pillow, tossing it to the floor, and looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed, just the tip of him, into her. "I'm sorry I hurt you, last night."
Olivia seethed as he did it again. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't be," she whispered, still panting from the first wild orgasm he gave her. "You should actually be very proud of yourself," she added with a chuckle, holding him tighter as he slowly inched into her, deeper. "You have no idea, El, how good you feel."
"If it's half as good as you feel to me," he whispered, kissing her, "Then we're both in fucking Heaven right now." He kissed her again, quieting the deep moans as he buried himself completely and started to move.
For the second night in a row, Elliot proved that Olivia could be a screamer, and he was the only man who'd ever made her make any of those noises. For the second night in a row, he promised that, soon, he'd be able to really make her scream, without his hand, mouth or the pillow muffling the noise.
The loud, obnoxious, blaring chorus to the song that had been set as Cragen's ringtone filtered through the air. Olivia woke with a start, popping up off of Elliot with such quickness that he woke up, too. "Fucking hell, it's three in the morning!" she barked, crawling off of her lover to find her phone.
"Livvy," Elliot said, rubbing his eyes, "Thriller? Really?"
"Benson," she said, picking up the call. "What? All right," she muttered, kicking through the clothes to find her bra. "We'll be there in…wait, why didn't you call Stabler first? Oh, shit. Well, Cap, I don't think I can keep…right but…you're where? Cap, I think...yeah, he is, but...okay. Give me five minutes." She hung up and frantically started to get dressed. "You," she said to Elliot. "Need to get out on that couch, now. And you need to be not naked!"
Elliot got out of the bed, but furrowed his brow. "Livvy, what…"
"Cragen is coming here to talk to you, and he's expecting to find you on my couch, where he thinks you've been sleeping until you find a place of your own. He can't find you naked in my…our bed. Holy shit, El. We didn't really think about this too much, did we? We can keep us a secret for a while, but what happens if I do get pregnant? What do we tell him?"
"We tell him the truth, Livvy," Elliot said, still naked, pulling her into his arms. "Calm down," he whispered, kissing her. "Why does he need to talk to me? What did I do?"
Olivia sighed. "You didn't do anything. He wants to check on you, and me, and Mo, and tell you why you can't work this case. I'm running it, with Fin."
Elliot yelled, then."Like hell you are! You're not handling this with some new guy! Some new, young, guy! I hate it when you work…" he paused, taking a deep breath. "Okay, right, you're mine now, I can let go of the possessive jealously just a bit. But can you at least tell me what the problem is?"
She pulled a clean sweater on over her head, watching Elliot pull on his sweats. They both padded out into the living room as she said, "Seventeen year old vic, raped and beaten, on her way to Saint Vincent's. The prime suspect is your brother, Michael."
Elliot's eyes widened. "Does Cragen know that he and I don't really…"
"No," Olivia said. "Tell him. Maybe you can work something out, but he's still your brother. Conflict of interest, El. You can't work this one, baby." She kissed him quickly as the knocking on the door sounded through the apartment. Elliot plopped on the couch, trying to make it look as though he'd been sleeping there all night. He ran his hands through his hair as he tried to process how Michael could have possibly done this, and how he could convince Cragen to let him work the case, since the two weren't really related.
A/N: So, how is Michael not really his brother? Does Elliot get to work the case, or must he sit back and watch his Livvy work with someone else? Why was Tucker so nice to them? Does Michael have anything to do with Jeffries? What happens next with Olivia and Elliot in their backwards relationship? Review to find out!
