Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 10 When Did That Get There
A/N: This chapter is pretty risqué so if ya ain't over 18 spare yourself the details kiddies.
"I'll leave you two alone." Olivia bowed her head to turn, "Case, if you don't stay here, Addison will be in the nursery okay?"
"Thanks." Casey whispered in a rough voice without taking her eyes off of Paul. A world wind of emotion swimming in her eyes as she stared at Paul. Anger. Abandonment. Hurt. Worry. Frustration. It was all there, but as Olivia walked back into the house and heard the unmistakable sound of Casey's hand against what she assumed was Paul's face, she knew that right now, hurt and anger where at the forefront.
Casey's hand stung as she continued to stare at him, fighting to keep her tears at bay. She swallowed hard and even though she wanted to embrace him, kiss him and make love to him right there on their friend's back deck, she stood her ground.
He saw her anger and hurt and knew she had every right to feel that way. He took a step closer, "Casey I-"
She slapped him again and pushed him into the railing, still choosing to be quiet, but only because the only thing she thought she could say was that she loved him and was glad he was okay. But right now, she wanted him to know exactly what he'd done to her emotionally, and if slapping the crap out of him was what got the message through then by golly she was ready to pop him again.
"I deserved that." He whispered stepping back to her only to feel her swing again. He pulled his head back in time to miss the first palm, but it was the second one that nailed him. "Stop!" he protested raising his fingers to his lip.
"Stop?" She whispered narrowing her eyes at him, "Stop!" She hollered incredulously, "You mean like how you stopped when you got in your truck and walked out on me?"
"Casey-"
"Don't you dare tell me to stop!" She yelled again hitting his chest with both fists as she began to sob in frustration until he grabbed her wrists and forced them around his waist so he could embrace her.
"I'm so sorry I did this to you." He whispered, "I'm so sorry I was being selfish." He confessed placing his hand on the back of her head as she cried into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Casey."
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"Think their gonna work it out?" Olivia whispered as Elliot rested his hand on her abdomen.
"That or they're gonna wake Sam up…I don't think I've heard Casey yell so loud." He smiled sadly against her cheek as they lay together, "Did I ever tell you that you smell really great when you're next to me?"
Olivia laughed softly, "Elliot, come on…what if they don't work this out? What if they loose each other again?"
"They won't loose each other…and I meant what I said, you always smell so good next to me." He whispered kissing her shoulder through her pajamas.
"I'm so exhausted." She whispered.
"I know you are…don't worry about them, they are gonna pull through, Casey is rightfully upset, Paul feels ashamed, they're gonna talk this through and they're gonna make it."
Olivia laughed softly.
"What's so funny?" He nuzzled her, splaying his hand over her abdomen and absently rubbing his index finger back and forth.
"Well, if they do make up tonight…remind me to change the sheets on the sofa bed tomorrow."
"What?" He furrowed his brow, "Why- oh." He chuckled, "You don't think they would do that here do you?"
"Hey," she yawned, "As long as they pull through this and don't wake me up…I couldn't care less what they do." She turned in his embrace and smiled at him, "Kind of weird hearing them fight it out, huh?"
"They were there for us…we need to provide them with the same safety net." Elliot responded brushing her bangs away, "How are my little girls?" he asked bringing his hand to her belly, "your getting chubby." He teased.
"Wow," she looked at him slightly shocked, "And here I was thinking I wasn't too tired to have another go with my husband."
"Really?" Elliot waggled his brows.
"Yep." She grinned and kissed his mouth; "Right up until you said that." she winked.
"Oh, man." He groaned and then laughed.
"Come on El…I wouldn't feel comfortable with them here, much less them being here and fighting, can we just try to sleep?" she smiled, "I'm sure there will be something in it for you tomorrow."
He pulled her flush against him and smiled as she tangled her feet with his, "Night Liv."
"Night, El."
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Casey pinched the bridge of her nose trying to keep the headache at bay, "I can't believe this is happening again." She whispered, "You just walked out."
"I know what I did was wrong and completely unfair to you…I didn't know what to do Casey, I was so angry and frustrated that I just wanted to…disappear." He told her softly, "I'm so sorry I hurt you…again."
She sniffled and bowed her head walking back to him and meeting him chest to chest, her green eyes starring up at him, her voice broken, "Why didn't you just talk to me, why did you shut me out on this?"
He swallowed, "I was…so ashamed, I couldn't protect Isaac, I was starting to not even want to hold my own son and when I couldn't make love to you for so long…I just…I'm broken Case, and I don't know how to fix it, there's no formula and I'm…scared." He whispered.
Casey touched his face softly and wiped a tear that had fallen from his eye. She surveyed his face, the worry lines that seemed more prominent, the split and bloodied lip, the swollen eye that she knew he wouldn't be opening tomorrow. She felt her own tear escape taking her anger with it as his fingertips grazed her cheek in an effort to wipe away the wetness. She exhaled deeply and buried her forehead in the crook of his neck, her hands hesitantly coming to rest on his hips, she sniffled, "Are you…are you okay?"
He rested his hand on the small of her back, "Just a little banged up." He assured her, "And really feeling like an idiot for making my wife worry so much." He whispered taking in a ragged breath, "Casey," He sobbed holding her tightly against him as he broke, "I'm so sorry." He choked out balling her shirt in his fist and crying into her neck, "I'm so sorry."
"Shh." She soothed him squeezing him tightly, "You're here now, and you're here with me."
"I don't want to loose you." He whispered through emotion.
"My hands are on you." She whispered, "You're hands are on me, I love you, I love you so much Paul, that when you left…it was like I didn't exist." She confessed, "I went through the motions of the day, but without you…they were just motions."
He cried harder into her body and held tightly to her small frame, "I'm so sorry."
"I forgive you." She whispered pulling away softly and cupping his tender face in her hands, "You scared the crap out of me…but I forgive you," she started to cry again, "please come home to me Paul, come home to Addison, I want to feel you next to me, I want you." She whispered kissing his mouth softly careful of the split but taken aback when he kissed her back eagerly, his open mouth over her lips until she willingly and perhaps just as anxiously opened her mouth to him.
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Elliot pulled the bottle of water out of the refrigerator, taking note that the lights were still on and the sofa bed was still empty but thank God the yelling had stopped. He smiled sadly to himself as he scrounged around the cubed for the Aleve, Paul could pack a punch. He took two in his palm, winced as pain shot through his head and decided if two were good, three were better, he tossed them into his mouth and took a swig of the water as he turned.
Elliot stopped immediately and swallowed the gulp of water in his mouth as a grin played on his lips watching through the sliding glass door as Paul and Casey kiss and explore one another's lips as if they were new lovers. He quickly sat the bottle on the counter and darted down the hall.
"Liv!" he called to her in a loud whisper, looking at the clock and knowing she was gonna kill him, she had to get up in two hours, "Liv, wake up." He told her pulling her up before she so much as stirred.
"What?" She jumped, "El, what the hell?" she protested as he practically dragged her down the hall, "Stop!" she barked trying to gain her footing, "Your hurting me!" she told him.
He let her go immediately, smiling and raising his finger to his nose to tell her to silent, "Look." He whispered guiding her around the corner and pointing out the sliding door. "I think they're coming to an understanding." He whispered holding his wife from behind.
She grinned, "They're gonna make it."
Elliot kissed her cheek softly, "I love you, Olivia."
She turned around in his embrace and kissed him through a smile as he walked backwards with her in his arms, "I love you too, Elliot." She whispered, "But if I don't get some sleep, I'll hate you in the morning." She grinned and kissed him again, as she fell on top of him over the mattress.
"Sure you want to sleep?"
"Yeah," She grinned, "Not enough sheets to go around."
They both laughed and curled up to one another and after several minutes he couldn't resist one last word. "Liv?"
"Olivia doesn't live here." She chuckled, "She's sleeping."
"I love you." He whispered with a sniffle as he pulled her tighter and nuzzled her neck.
She furrowed her brow at the intensity with which he spoke, she reached back and caressed his face, feeling the moisture on his cheek. She turned in his embrace and looked at him, "Hey, what's with the face?"
He blinked and nuzzled his nose against her, "I love you…I don't ever want to be away from you again."
She kissed his lips and smiled softly, "Hey, what's wrong? You we're so happy, and now you're so serious."
"I missed you, Olivia." He confessed.
Olivia looked at the clock over his shoulder and wondered if the lack of sleep was adding to her confusion, "Elliot, I've been right here." She smiled softly
"No." He whispered pulling her close to him, "When we we're apart…I know what Paul is feeling right now." He informed her, "and I know what Casey must be going through…because I put you through it…I'm so sorry."
She kissed him. She kissed him ardently and smiled as she pulled away, "That's over…don't apologize to me again…or I'll kick your butt."
He laughed softly and brushed her cheek, "It was hard Liv."
She nodded, "I know…it was hard for me too, and it's gonna be hard for them but they're gonna pull through and they'll be just as happy as we are." She grinned and ducked her head into his chest, "I love you."
Elliot grinned, "You make me happy." He whispered over her.
She rested her hand on his abdomen, "You make me smile."
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Paul and Casey finally managed to make they're way back into the living room, hands laced together in forgiveness and reprieve, "Looks like they've taken care of us." Casey whispered pointing to the pajama's Olivia had draped on the bed.
"They really do care about us." Paul murmured and Casey suspected it was more for his own convincing.
"Paul?" Casey whispered.
"Yeah?"
"When I wake up…you'll be next to me right?" she asked avoiding his gaze just in case he decided to walk away again.
He smiled softly and pulled her down on the bed with him, "I'll be here next to you tomorrow, and I'll be next to you everyday after that." He assured her kissing her mouth tenderly until she shifted her weight, straddling him and deepening the kiss. She pulled away and smiled feeling his erection under her; it was a feeling that she'd missed in the last month, not because they didn't actively try to make love to one another, but because his body wouldn't let him.
She leaned down and kissed him again trailing her tongue lightly along his jaw and whispering softly in his ear, "Make love to me."
"Here?" he whispered through a grin.
"Yeah." She smiled pulling her shirt off and taking his hand in hers and placing it on her breast, "I want you to make love to me…I've missed you."
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Olivia groaned hearing her cell phone go off, "No…no, you've got to be kidding me." She grumbled. The phone rang again and she peeked at the clock, only twenty minutes since Elliot had woken her up to see their friends engaging in a pretty intimate kiss. She'd fallen back to sleep afterwards pretty quickly and was now being woken up again. The phone sounded again and she grumbled kicking and flailing her arms in frustration like a child throwing a tantrum. Elliot snickered.
"Stuff it." She grumbled answering the phone and then nuzzling up behind him, "Benson." She muttered placing a kiss on his shoulder and resting her hand on his ribs to tell him she was just having fun with him. He reached back and rested his hand on her thigh, "alright, I'll be there in fifteen."
She hung up the phone and flopped back on her pillow, "Un-friggin-believable."
Elliot rolled quickly and kissed her hot and fast as he grazed her breast softly. She hooked a hand around his neck and pulled him closer as she moaned against him. He separated from her with a grin, "Thought I'd give you a jump start."
She laughed softly, "I think that did the trick."
He kissed her chastely on the mouth, "Better get going, I'll see you at work."
"No you won't." She groaned, "I'm processing…that was the call, some sort of multiple homicide in a sex ring, looks like an all day event."
"Well, I suppose I can see your cute little butt when we get home." He grinned and watched her leave the warmth of their bed and then turn to him and kiss him, "Get some sleep, El, and remember no mayo on Sam's sandwich, and tell him to call me when he wakes up if he needs too…not that he'll actually want to say anything." She exhaled, "Maybe I'll call him."
"Liv," he kissed her back, "It'll be okay, we'll get through the morning.'
"And Elliot?" She smiled pulling on jeans, "No sex jokes for Casey and Paul…no morning after glow comments, nothing." She warned pulling on a shirt and grabbing a coat.
"Who? Me?" He grinned then made a promise, "I'll be nice to them."
"Don't fold the couch, I'll change the sheets when I get home."
"Liv," Elliot grinned, "Come on, you don't think they would?"
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Trust me El, they did." She winked and turned out the light making her way through the house grabbing her weapon and badge and a fresh notepad. She smiled glancing over to the sofa bed, both friends clothed, spooning tightly, the unmistakable smell of sex in the air.
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Olivia stood at the door to Melinda Warner's office not exactly wanting to go in. She still hadn't talked with her since the cemetery and the truth of the matter was that she felt ashamed that it was taking her so long to come around to Warner. She'd tried to think of what it was that was bothering her so badly, of what it was that was preventing her from wanting to forgive the woman and now that she has found herself in front of her office door it finally dawned on her why she couldn't bring herself to come to Warner.
It was Warner who disturbed what she thought was her son's grave; it was Warner who handled the tiny infant and declared that it wasn't Isaac. Olivia had wanted to be the one to hold her son and tell the world that he was safe because his mother had him, he was alive. She wanted to be the one to say that Isaac wasn't dead, but instead she had accepted what she was told, it was Warner who didn't. It dawned on Olivia that she felt like Warner displayed more of a mother instinct with Isaac than she did, and for that she hated her and she hated herself.
She took a deep breath and walked in to see Melinda leaning over a cadaver a, small electrical saw in hand, "Detective." She smiled awkwardly, "This is only the second victim, and I've got four more to go until I can give you my report."
Olivia watched her carefully not responding but trailing her fingers over the counter before stopping and folding her arms, "Can you tell me what you know so far?" she asked shakily.
"Sure." Warner smiled softly knowing that Olivia was there for two reasons, one was to get information from the scene she processed from the morning and the other was to talk to Warner about Isaac. She had purposely waited for Olivia to come to her, not to prove a point or establish who was better because ultimately she hated herself for putting Olivia through it, but there were some things that had to play out certain ways, and she wanted Olivia to be comfortable enough to make the first move when she was ready.
Warner placed the saw to the side and retrieved a file from the first body that was autopsied, "Gun shot wound to the back of the head, castration, sod-"
"I'm sorry." Olivia cut her off.
"Gun shot wound." Warner repeated.
"No." Olivia shook her head and exhaled, "I mean, I'm sorry…for…treating you badly, for not being quick to forgive."
Melinda smiled and leaned on the examination table, "Olivia, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anyone should be apologizing it's me, and I am very sorry for keeping everything from you." She told her seriously as she removed her gloves and tossed them in the hazardous waste barrel. "I'm glad you came to me though…I was starting to get worried."
Olivia furrowed her brow, obviously uncomfortable, "I understand…why you all did it…it just stung."
"I know it did Olivia." She whispered, "and there isn't a day that passes that I don't wish I did things differently."
"I…I don't think," Olivia rubbed the back of her neck, "Boy, this is harder than it was talking to Casey."
"Take your time," Warner smiled and pointed to the body, "he's not going anywhere."
Olivia smiled softly at the remark, "I wanted to believe that Isaac was always alive, I wanted to hold him again." Olivia bit her lip as she continued, "I was…jealous of you."
"What?" Warner furrowed her brows. "Jealous of what?"
"Of you having the ability to know that my son was alive, of having that instinct that I didn't have." Olivia whispered holding back her tears.
Olivia, "My instinct came as a medical examiner," she assured her rubbing her arm softly, "not as a mother."
"I miss him."
"I know you do." Melinda nodded pulling Olivia into a hug, "I'm sorry for how we played the hand Olivia, but you have to know, that just because I went on a hunch, doesn't mean you were or are any less of a mother to Isaac." She squeezed her tightly and released her, "You we're a grieving mother, Olivia, you weren't a detective, and that's okay."
Olivia exhaled and took the file from the counter top flipping through it and looking for key information to start building her case, "I've got to get going, this is actually not my collar, they just needed a processor, I've got to brief the Captain, blah blah blah." She smiled softly as Warner walked her out.
"How's Samuel? Cragen tells me he's brilliant." Warner grinned.
"He's really good." Olivia smiled, "You should meet him." She said as she stretched her neck and then suddenly stopped when she saw something that peeked her interest in the corner of the corridor, "When did that get there?" Olivia asked pointing to the surveillance camera.
Melinda rolled her eyes, "Federal Law, all medical facilities must be monitored."
Olivia furrowed her brow and looked at Melinda, "All of them? Even a hospital?"
"Last time I checked hospitals are medical facilities…what's the sudden interest?" she asked sticking her hands in her lab coat.
Olivia looked back at the camera, a sudden realization flooding her senses, "Would they have them in the waiting area in front of the nurses stations…like at an emergency room?"
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Olivia watched from the threshold of Casey's office as the redhead stared out the window, a small smile on her face as she rocked gently in her chair, "Didn't think you'd come to work today." Olivia interjected her thoughts softly.
"Olivia!" Casey smiled, "Sorry, I didn't know you where there, what brings you buy so late?"
"I'm actually on my way home…thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing."
"I'm good." Casey smiled, "Thank you so much for letting us crash, I didn't mean to put you out."
"Spare me." Olivia laughed, "We love having Addison around and as far as you and Paul go…it looked like you both needed a safe place to land."
"Yeah."
Olivia resisted the urge to tease her for having a sexual romp in her living room, "You two doing better? Last I saw you two, it sounded like you'd slapped him."
"Yeah." Casey blushed and exhaled, "About four more times after that too."
"Really?" Olivia raised a brow, "Wow, I thought I was the violent one."
Casey chuckled and then rested her chin in her hand, "I was so angry and hurt…all I could do was slap him."
"I slapped Elliot once...punched him once too." Olivia smiled softly, "I felt like crap for weeks, then again I also hit him with a flashlight." She smiled hoping to lift Casey, "I think he understands."
"He told me you and Elliot knocked some since into him."
"You mad?"
"No!" Casey assured her, "I thought I lost him, and if it took him getting the crap knocked out of him to come back to me…then start knocking'."
"Elliot's pretty banged up." Olivia smiled, "He'd never admit it but I think Paul got in some good licks."
Casey laughed, "You don't think it's wrong to laugh at our husband's form of communication?"
Olivia shrugged, "Paul beat the hell out of Elliot and brought him home, Elliot was returning the favor." She grinned, "What goes around…"
Casey shook her head and smirked, "We have strange husbands."
Olivia smiled, "We have great husbands."
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Olivia unzipped her boots as she stepped into the comfort and safety of her own home, she deposited her weapon and badge in the foyer drawer and engaged the lock they'd installed to prevent Samuel from hurting himself. She eyed her watch groaning that she was home two and a half hours late, she smiled seeing Elliot asleep on the couch a bottle of water in his hand, the baby monitor next to the couch.
She padded lightly to Sam's room and knocked softly on the door before opening it and seeing Sam laying on his bed in silence, his hand stroking Tripod gently as the little dog snored softly. She'd wondered if she was pushing him too hard, going to school and then the center but he never complained, he just came home and caught some sleep before dinner and homework time.
"Sam?" She whispered his name so as not to startle him. She watched him and was sure he wasn't asleep. Tripod opened one eye and watched her suspiciously as she lay next to Sam and stoked his hair softly, when the dog was fine she came in peace he continued to sleep. "Hey Baby, you didn't call me today…I missed you." She told him kissing his head softly.
Sam sat up slowly and slid off the bed to retrieve something from his nightstand. Olivia furrowed her brow when he placed his allowance money on the bed. She counted it as he laid it out and she made a mental note that he hadn't spent a dime since they started giving him an allowance, "You saved all of your money?" she asked with a smile.
Sam nodded yes.
"You're a man after my own heart, Sam." She grinned and noticed he was far too serious.
"Do you want to buy something, Sam?"
He nodded yes.
"What would you like to buy?" she asked, "Ice cream?"
He nodded no.
"Okay, no ice cream…how about I wake up your dad, we go out for dinner and then stop by the store on our way back home?"
Sam nodded his head, "Ok." He whispered softly.
Olivia beamed. Two syllables, but they were beautiful.
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"Tummy full?" Olivia asked running her hand through his hair as they walked into the local drug store.
Sam furrowed his brow and nodded his head yes.
"What does he need?" Elliot furrowed his brow as they led him into the store.
"He didn't say." She shrugged, "Just said he wanted to buy something."
Elliot wrapped his hand around her waist and gave her a sneaky smile, "I went fishing today."
She raised her brow at him as she helped Sam navigate the store, "No you didn't, you went to work." She smiled.
"Oh, I went fishing," he assured her and leaned in to whisper, "I pulled a fantasy right out of lake Olivia…very interesting." He smiled and simply walked off in the store.
Olivia tried to make the blush on her face go away as she talked to Sam, "Baby, can you tell me what you're searching for?"
He pulled her down do him, "Mom?"
She smiled; he was starting to warm back up, "Yeah Honey?"
"Why do some people smell different and some smell the same?" He asked taking in her scent, "Your different from Daddy but Alex is the same as Robert so I have to listen to their feet she steps lighter and quicker than he does…he's loud." He told her scratching his head.
Olivia mulled the question over in her mind and then finally realized what he was getting at, "Some people like to wear perfume or cologne, some of the perfumes are made for boys and girls and some only belong to boys or girls…Alex and Robert wear the same type of perfume, me and your daddy wear different ones." She smiled, he really was good at noticing the small stuff, and then it dawned on her, "Did you want to buy something like that?"
He shook his head 'yes'.
She exhaled knowing he was probably done talking for now; she walked with him down an aisle that had some relatively inexpensive fragrances on one side and deodorants on the other. She looked up and furrowed her brow seeing Elliot just beyond the way in the feminine hygiene aisle, Oh boy, she groaned inwardly as she watched Sam run his fingers over the bottles on the shelf.
She helped him with the caps growing more and more tired by the minute. The night hadn't been good to her and even though she was glad Casey and Paul were back together and working on their problems she was dying to get some sleep. She was happy when Sam finally made his selection.
"You sure Baby? This is sort of for older people…like Captain Cragen." She smiled.
Sam took the small box from her and turned around, he was ready to go. She smiled and led him to the register where he waited for Olivia to guide his movements as he placed his item on the counter.
"Thirteen-eighty-seven." The cashier smiled.
Sam dug in his pockets and pulled out all his money.
"Save your money Baby, I'll pay for it." Olivia offered pulling out some loose bills from her pocket.
"NO!" Sam barked startling her.
She raised her brows and smiled, "Okay, go for it."
Sam placed the wadded cash on the counter and walked away.
"Hey," Olivia laughed, "You got change commin." She rolled her eyes taking it from the cashier and grabbing the small sac while Elliot waited patiently by the exit with his own purchase.
"What did you buy?" Olivia asked in suspicion.
"For me to know and you to find out." He grinned kissing her forehead, "Hey Sam…what did ya get? Can I see?" he asked placing his hand on the bag only to have Sam jerk the bag away.
"No." he responded softly and held firmly to Olivia's elbow.
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Elliot pried the ice cream sandwich out of Sam's hand as the little boy slept on the couch, "Looks like too much excitement for the day huh?" Elliot laughed holding up the half eaten ice cream and moving to deposit it in the trash.
"Wow," Olivia smiled, "I think that's that first time I've seen him not finish an ice cream."
Elliot snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her neck softly, "He never did put any of that cologne on, he just put it on his nightstand."
She turned in his embrace and smiled up at him, "He's probably waiting for tomorrow…thanks for changing the sheets on the bed and putting it away from me."
"Well," he grinned, "I also washed them and folded them, so…looks like you owe me big."
"Oh really?" she arched her brow and kissed him through a grin, "How's that?"
"No," He shook his head, "Sorry, I need at least ten percent down, and then there's interest, don't take it personal, it's just bus-"
She cut him off bringing him back to her lips and placing her open mouth over his, tickling his lips with her tongue until they opened and she gained entrance. She stroked his tongue slowly and smoothly, her breath against his lips, his against hers. She let out a satisfied moan and ran her tongue over his teeth before separating from him and smiling, "How about that?"
Elliot lowered his lips to hers and nipped softly at her bottom lip, "I could take that as a down payment."
"Really?" she whispered to him, "Cause I was really hoping to pay in full tonight."
He grinned.
She pulled away with a sly smile, "Could you lay Sam down for me?"
He exhaled, "You did that on purpose."
"You make it easy." She shrugged and walked down the hall.
"You won't find it." He called to her.
"Find what?" She asked trying to pretend she wasn't getting ready to search.
"What I bought at the store, I know your looking for it." He grinned as he picked his son up, "I know where it is, and you wont find it."
She furrowed her brow and smacked her lips, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Elliot rolled his eyes as he took Sam to his room, "Right."
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Olivia stepped out of the shower yawning and stretching before she towel dried and pulled Elliot's dress shirt over her body, securing four of the buttons and then smiling to her self and undoing one of them. She stepped into the room to find Elliot standing in front of the door with a sneaky grin on his face, his boxers his only source of cover.
"What's in your hand?" She smiled at him suspiciously, "What are you up to?"
He pulled her closer to him by her shirt and pressed him self against her purposefully letting her feel that he was still soft, "Nothing yet…but maybe you could help me with that?"
She stood even closer to him so that there hips could meld and become one if such a thing were possible, she smiled and kissed him softly on the mouth, teasing him with her tongue, her breast meshed with his chest, the thin barrier of cotton between them. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and ran her down his chest and abdomen stopping at the waistband of his boxers as her other hand ran the length of his arm, slowly. She continued to kiss him as he moaned against her and walked her back into the wall. "I know what your doing." He whispered pushing her away and stepping back, "Won't work." He panted.
"What?" She faked innocence.
Elliot held up a piece of paper and smirked, "You were seducing me to get this out of my hand."
"Me?" She grinned pointing to herself, "No."
He stepped back to her, his erection tenting his boxers as he pressed into her body and ran his hand up her thigh, "Your lying to me." He whispered bringing his hand higher and seeing that she had skipped the underwear.
She tilted her head back as he kissed her neck, "No…I'm not." She whispered caressing his head with her hands, feeling his hands on her backside, kneading the flesh of her body. She could feel him hard and long against her and she smiled knowing she could make him react so quickly, but she also knew his commitment to satisfying her meant he was vulnerable, and with one quick motion she snatched the paper from his hand and bolted.
"Hey!" He grinned grabbing her wrist and turning her so they fell on the bed gently, her on her back, him hovering over her, keeping his weight off of her abdomen, "You cheated."
She grinned and then gasped feeling him rub against her again, and his hand snatch the paper from her, a victorious smirk on his face, "Imagine my smile when I pulled this little piece of paper out of your box and read what was on it." He whispered sucking softly on her chin as she arched into him, "Very vague."
Olivia stopped and looked at him, "Huh?" she furrowed her brow, "What do you mean vague, I'm pretty specific," She laughed, "There was the kitchen chair, the washing machine, the-"
He held up the paper so she could read it, "Something different." She read out loud and smiled, "Well…I know your pretty imaginative," she said seductively as she reached into his boxers and stroked him tenderly, "Let's see what you came up with, Detective." He moaned against her lips and took her to the top of the bed as he sucked playfully on her tongue and lips.
She withdrew her hand from him, smiling at his groan of protest as he reached for something, "I'm defiantly up to something now." He chuckled and pulled a small paper sac up to his chest and sat back on his heels.
"That was your hiding spot? Out in the open?" she asked with a smile.
He shrugged and smirked, "It worked."
"What we're you doing in the feminine hygiene section El?" She furrowed her brows at him, "Is there something…is there something you don't like about me?"
He looked at her and smiled at the fact that she truly was clueless in this moment, to ease her worries, there was only one thing he could do. He backed him self slightly and kept eye contact with her as he lifted the dress shirt up over her abdomen and kissed his children softly, making his way down to her navel and smirking remembering her childhood belief. He made his way lower and kissed her gently breathing in her scent that made him even harder than he already was, he pushed her legs up over his shoulders and devoured her, until she screamed and her thighs nearly suffocated him. Hell of a way to go.
She was reduced to frantic panting and whimpering as he hovered over her, kissing her softly until her body soothed. He lowered his lips to her ear, "Does that answer your question?" he asked with a small laugh.
She blushed even more, "Loud and clear." She grinned as he lay next to her, "So," She nodded to the bag, "then what is in the bag?"
Elliot exhaled, his face suddenly serious, "Your note said 'something different' right?"
"Yeah," She smiled, "So long as there isn't a whip or something in there."
"No whip." He assured her, "But…I did want to try something, and if you're apprehensive about it, we don't have to."
"Ell-" Before she say anything further the door bell rang, "Un believable." She groaned, "It's late, who is here so late?"
"I'll get it."
"Elliot, I think you're a little to happy right now." She grinned touching him softly, "Are you and exhibitionist? Because you always want to answer the door standing at attention."
He grinned at her, "I'm a proud soldier."
She rolled her eyes and quickly dawned her robe before she left to see who was at the door. "Who is it?" She asked looking through the peephole. The person was familiar but she couldn't place him.
"Mr. Passtran from down the road."
She cinched her robe tighter and smiled when she opened the door, "Hi, Mr. Passtran, what brings you by?" she asked knowing that they're conversation usually only consisted of, hellos and talk of the weather.
"Well," The older man blushed at her attire and averted his eyes to which she was grateful. She offered him a bit of mercy and hid as much of her body behind the door as possible so he could at least look at her when he spoke, "I feel really foolish."
"Why's that?" Olivia furrowed her brow, wishing he'd just spill so she could go experience 'something different' and then hit the sac.
"Well, several day's ago my wife and I were pulling out of our driveway and we heard your house alarm go off, the lights were all on and we could see your cars, so we knew you were home, and when it shut off pretty quickly we'd assumed it was an accidental trip." He assured her digging into his pocket.
"Oh, it was…I'm sorry, did it bother you?" She asked trying to be polite; he was after all a senior citizen.
"Oh, no Miss. It's quite alright, but…we were on our way to the airport to catch a red-eye to visit my grandson…they're having a baby." He smiled, "Anyway, as we made our way down the street here, we saw something a little odd."
Olivia furrowed her brow and felt her skin grow warm, "What's that Mr. Passtran?"
"This man was running and limping along the road over by your mail boxes there." He told her pointing behind him, "He got in his car and tore out of here like a bull that had just been cut loose to buck."
Olivia's eyes narrowed, "Did you see anything else? Car color, what was he wearing?"
He blushed again, "I'm so sorry, Miss, we we're running a bit late, but I did manage to get the first four digits of the plate as it went down the road." He told her handing her the paper, "I wasn't gonna say anything but the Misses has nagged me the whole trip…it's probably nothing right?"
Olivia looked at the paper knowing it was her first solid clue; she smiled softly, "Right."
"Well," He smiled, "I would have gotten it to you sooner, but we just got back from the airport…I apologize."
Olivia smiled, "No need, have a safe night Mr. Passtran."
"You too, Miss." He tipped his hat and left.
Olivia closed the door and headed straight for the phone dialing a number, "Hey, Fin, it's Liv…I'm completely aware of the time, and the fact that you answered your desk phone, which means, you cut your vacation short, what gives…sucks…actually yeah, can you run a partial plate search for me…first three…all of New York, I'm aware it'll take a long time but could you do it…three…double you…kay… thank you so much Fin." She exhaled and hung up the phone placing the scrap paper in the drawer of the kitchen, she would tell Elliot tonight, but definitely later.
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Olivia made her way back into the room and jumped with a start as Elliot crept behind her and spun her around to face him, "Hi." He grinned.
"Hi." She smiled back feeling his erection still very much against her, "I see you're still up to no good." She kissed him playfully then pulled back, "You gonna tell me what's in the bag or what?"
He grinned and helped her out of her robe back under the comforter, "Well," he suddenly felt like this was a bad idea, "I kind of thought you and I could," he cleared his throat, "maybe experiment with something."
"Okay," she shrugged her shoulders, "What is it though?"
"Um…you know what?" He exhaled, "This is stupid, never mind, we can ju-"
She moved quickly pinning his shoulders to the mattress and kissing him on the mouth, "I have to talk to you after this, which means I really want to enjoy you right now, and what ever you have planned. Let me hear it…I want to know what's in the bag." She told him kissing his chest softly and feeling his nipples rise at her lips caress.
He still wasn't budging.
She smirked and reached for the bag dumping its contents on the comforter, "Hmm," She furrowed her brow, "want to fill me in?" she chuckled and held up the box, "Why condom's?" she laughed and patted her belly, "It's a little late for that." And then she suddenly frowned and searched him intently, "El…are you…are you having second thoughts about the babies?"
"What?" He turned at her sharply, "No, absolutely not!" he assured her then blushed looking at the condoms, he exhaled, "They're ribbed."
"Huh?" She furrowed her brow and looked at the box, realization of what he wanted setting in, "I thought guys didn't like to wear condoms?" she teased him rubbing into him softly.
He swallowed and smiled, "We don't…but these are supposed to be very pleasurable for you."
"But what about you?" She asked kissing his lips and cheek, "What about you're pleasure?"
"Let me watch you when you come." He whispered reaching up and unbuttoning her shirt, he slid his hand up her stomach and cupped her breast tenderly in his palm not knowing if she'd reached the point in her pregnancy where she was sore yet. He grazed her nipple softly; "Your breasts are darker when you're pregnant."
She blushed and self-consciously closed the shirt over her until he stopped her, "I didn't say I didn't like it." He whispered kissing her neck softly, and opening the shirt back up, "Your breasts are beautiful." He told her kissing them lightly, as she rested her hands on his shoulders; he kissed the handprint of his son lightly, "Are they sore?"
"A little." She whispered leaning into him and forcing him back on his back, she smiled and picked the box of condoms back up, "Your not gonna wuss out on me now are you?"
He blushed, "If you don't like the id-"
She covered his lips with her hand, "I told you," she whispered, "I'll try anything you want once." She reminded him as she sat back on his thighs and opened the box retrieving a condom and placing the bag back off the bed. She stopped and looked at him, suddenly realizing there might have been another reason why he was trying to back out, "Elliot?"
"Yeah?" he responded stroking her thigh softly.
"This doesn't make you uncomfortable?"
"Your not heavy." He smiled.
"No." She shook her head, "I mean, it doesn't bother you…that I might like these, that they might feel good to me?"
"No…I picked them up so you could experience them." He assured her, "As long as your happy, I'm happy."
She nodded her head softly, "But…don't you…want to feel me?" she asked wondering why she made that fantasy so vague in the first place.
He grinned, "Every waking second…and even in my dreams."
"Then…why do you want a condom?"
"Olivia," He smiled, "I told you, I just think you'd really like them, I mean, the box does say 'ribbed for her pleasure'," He grinned and assured her, "I'm fine with it, I can still feel you…not as much as I would without one, but I can still feel you…it's sort of like the time you made love to me, just after we finished Sam's room…you only wanted me to come…tonight, I want you to experience something different." He assured her rubbing into her softly, "It's okay, Liv."
"You're sure?"
He laughed at her innocence, "I'm sure."
She bit her bottom lip as she raised up on her knees so he could slide his boxers down and cast them away, she grinned as his erection danced in it's new found freedom, "Still up to no good huh?"
He smiled, "As long as you're touching me."
She laughed and leaned down to kiss him, feeling him slide the shirt off of her shoulders as he used the strength of his body to sit them both up, he kissed her in a mixture of playfulness and passion, teased her nipples until they peeked painfully forcing her to cling to him tightly in order to surprises her cries, she felt him tapping her entrance softly, "Let me hold you Elliot, let me hold you inside of me first…just you." She panted, bucking her hips into his.
He arched up and inserted just the tip and stopped immediately when she dug her nails into his neck and let out a whimper of pain.
"What's wrong?"
She groaned, "It…hurt."
"Okay," he kissed her softly, and reached between them both massaging her entrance gently with one finger and then another as she tilted her head back and moaned at the pleasure of his touch.
"Better?" he grinned.
She chuckled, "Yeah."
He entered her gently making a mental note that since her muscles were going haywire, and she wanted to talk to him, something was definitely up, but for now, he'd let her have her fantasy. He moved softly inside of her only to feel her stop him, "No…don't move." She whispered lying over his body as hers protected him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," she kissed his neck softly, "I just love feeling you inside of me, I love the way you feel."
He smiled, "It's okay to use the condom Liv, you're not depriving me." He assured her, sensing that she may be feeling like she was gypping him out of a pleasurable experience. He reached over, as she kissed him full on the mouth, and he grabbed the condom placing it in the palm of her hand as her tongue stroked the roof of his mouth. He pulled away softly and smiled at her, "It's okay…trust me."
She worried her bottom lip and opened the condom with her fingers, Elliot was a little surprised when she backed over his thighs breaking their connection and looking at him as she bent and kissed the tip of him before running the tip of her tongue down to his shaft and back up again. She wanted to make sure he experienced as much as possible.
She ducked her head down and he wasn't exactly sure what she was doing until he felt the awesome sensation of her rolling the condom over him with her mouth, "Wow," he breathed, "Where did you learn that?" he chuckled.
"Shh." She whispered massaging his sac gently and kissing her way up his body to his mouth. The rise and fall of his chest more rapid as she felt her own chest caress his. "I had a rough day, El." She whispered over him, "It was really…bad."
"I know," he whispered, kissing her neck, "I can feel it in your body," he told her rolling and tucking her safely below him, "let me make you forget." He told her ducking his head and kissing her breast softly, he rubbed himself into her and smiled as she jumped slightly and gasped, "Like that?" he asked with a grin.
She blushed, "Yeah." She answered and rested her hands on his hips, rising up and thrusting him inside her. She moaned and gasped at the incredibly different sensation, "Oh." She whispered in surprise, "Oh."
"Oh?" he grinned, "I take it, you're enjoying yourself?"
She shifted her weight so she was straddling him again and moved over him expertly, surprised to see that he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as she was. "Wow." She managed to whisper as she increased their rhythm, his moans, answered with her whimpers as he stroked her core softly.
She smiled, tangled her hands in her own hair as the sensation in her body built, he held her hip with one hand and thrust into her faster as she moaned louder, "Close." She whined as he sped up meeting her thrust with his own, hearing her panting as she lowered her hands and touched her breast then covered his hand with hers so they stroked her together faster and harder until she came sinking her teeth into her lip to keep quiet. He pulled her over his body still hard and protected by her own. He stroked her back softly, until her body settled.
She knew he hadn't come and was determined to let him. She pulled away and kissed his mouth "Take it off." She breathed over his lips.
"No." He grinned, "I want to make you come again."
She nipped at his bottom lips, "I want you to feel me." She whispered, "I want to feel you."
"I want to watch you cum." He whispered as he started to move his hips.
"Please." She moaned at the sensation and whispered in his ear, "I want to feel you come inside of me."
"Liv, I-"
"Take it off." She whispered locking eyes with him and reaching down between them to gently remove the condom, "You've accomplished your task Detective." She smiled, "Let me accomplish mine." She whispered rising slightly and taking him inside of her smiling as he gasped and threw his head back.
"Your amazing." He panted digging into her thighs, "Your gonna kill me."
She smiled and took his hands into hers, "I love you." She whispered as she began to rock her hips matching his rhythm and feeling him tighten his hands over hers breaking their hold and caressing her derriere with his hands.
"I…love…you too, Liv." He panted thrusting into her.
She suddenly changed positions straightening her legs between him and locking her ankles hearing him moan and dig his hands into her back at the new sensation as she continued to move over him, "I close El."
He groaned as she kept her legs straight, arched her back up and exposing her breast to him, to which he happily sucked and nipped as he used his hands to drive her hips deeper. Her moans became whimpers, which were slowly becoming tiny shrieks as she wrapped her hands under his shoulders and drove herself into him, "I'm close Liv." He managed to choke out.
"Come with me." She whispered arching her back again and feeling the tip of him hit her and cause her to jump.
"I want to see you."
"Come." She encouraged him moving faster over his body until he shocked her with a scream into her neck, a gentle, breathless kiss over her mouth before she pushed him back on the bed, "Touch me." She whispered placing his hand on her core with him still inside of her. She was close and she wanted him to enjoy the view.
He stroked her already sensitive anatomy and watched as she began to tense, he increased the pressure and watched her head roll back, her lips part, and her brows furrow as she came with a shuddering force.
Out of breath, she lay over him, exhausted and in need of sleep. She carefully rolled to the side knowing he was sensitive to touch; she nuzzled next to him, "Wow." She whispered, "That was definitely great."
He chuckled "Yeah?"
"Yeah." She agreed kissing his naked chest.
"Um…the condom?"
She smiled and looked up at him, "That was defiantly a good idea, but you…you're always a better idea." She assured him and kissed him softly, "Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
She nuzzled her nose to his and whispered, "Do they sell those in bulk?"
He laughed out loud, "You know…for someone who was apprehensive you took to it like a duck to water."
"Hey," She blushed, "If you could feel that…you'd be all over it."
"I saw you come…believe me, I'm all for it." He laughed and let her rest against him. After several minutes he thought she'd gone to sleep, he was wrong when she started to talk.
"Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, I asked Fin to run a partial plate for me…for us." She clarified and sat up to face him, the sheets covering her breast to which he simply reached out and softly pulled the sheet down to leave her exposed as she talked. She blushed never being able to figure out why he liked to see her entirely naked even when they discussed the most serious of topics.
"What's the plate number from?" he asked propping himself up on his elbow and resting his hand on her naked thigh.
"The door," She said pointing behind her, "It was Mr. Passtran from up the road, he said the day the alarm was tripped he saw a limping man running and jumping into a vehicle, he managed to get the first three digits…I asked Fin to run it."
"Liv."
"I know…if Captain finds out that I did it without telling him, I'm dead, but what if I told you something else?" She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked at him in pure exhaustion from their recent encounter and her current state of unrest.
"What?" he asked rubbing her thigh with his thumb, "What is it?"
"I went to the hospital today and-"
He immediately shot up in the bed and caressed her abdomen, "Are they okay? What happened? Why didn't you say something Olivia? Were you having pains? What happened? Is that why you haven't felt them yet? What's goi-"
She laughed softly and covered his hands, leaning in and resting her forehead against his, "Shh." She caressed his face, "The girls are fine." She whispered, "They're fine, I didn't go to see the doctor, I went to check out a hunch."
He exhaled and pulled her close to him his chest against her back so he could rub her abdomen, "What hunch?" he asked still clearly shaken by his previous explosion of worry.
"I talked to Warner today…about a few things actually, I had to be there for the case, but I think she and I are good now." She assured him.
"Good, I'm really glad to hear that." He smiled against her, "Let's hear this hunch, what's up?"
"I was walking out of Warner's office and noticed a surveillance camera, she said all medical facilities are required to have one, so I went back to the hospital and went to the nurses station where I left Sam."
"And?"
"There's a surveillance camera fifteen feet from where he was."
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Olivia woke up to a soft beeping sound, it was distinct…the alarm was being disarmed. She furrowed her brow and noticed that Elliot's arms were still around her, which meant one of two things, Sam disarmed the alarm…or someone else was in the house. She slipped out of the bed and pulled on flannel pants and a camisole not exactly wanting to go see what was happening. She walked the length of the hall, her back against it, crouched low as she padded stealthily through the house to the foyer drawer, disengaging the lock as she heard a louder noise coming from Sam's room. She tried to place the noise and realized, it was the sound that was made when his window opened.
She grabbed her weapon and moved quickly, her palms sweating against the cold steel of her weapon as she disengaged the safety and quietly chambered her protection. She looked in the distance and noticed Sam's door was open but the noise soon changed to a grunting sound, a muffled, struggle. She bolted into the room, envisioning a man yanking her son through the window with his mouth covered as he cried for her.
In a split second she'd reached his door and raised her weapon to the direction of the window as she flipped on the light and opened her mouth to yell her command to freeze when she instantly stopped at the site of Sam struggling to remove the screen from his window.
"Sam?" She called softly immediately disengaging her weapon and placing it high on a shelf, "Baby, what are you doing?" she asked walking into his room.
"Sam…it's Mommy…what's going on Baby?" she asked again as he continued to struggle with the screen. She stood to her feet and helped him pull it off even though she didn't quit know why he wanted it off. She watched him take the screen and lay it on his bed as Tripod looked on through sleepy eyes.
She looked at the various items he had on his bed, the screen, a pair of Elliot's jeans, her leather form fitted jacket, "Honey, why is all of this stuff on your bed?" she asked then found herself surprised when he reached out and took her hand into his and forced her to run her fingertips over the screen, "I don't understand Baby…can you talk to me?"
He frowned and pressed his lips together and took her hand to Elliot's jeans, "They're your Daddy's." She told him.
He shook his head violently to tell her that wasn't the point of what he needed her to know, so he pulled her hand to the jacket, "It's mine." She whispered in confusion, "Do you want one like it?"
In frustration he slammed his fist into the mattress and rested his face in his hands.
"Tell me Honey." She whispered reaching out and stroking his hair, "Please, talk to me Baby, I don't understand what your trying to tell me," her voice started to break, "Please talk to me Sweet Pea, please use your voice."
He pressed his lips together and she saw the furrow of his brow disappear as if he just had an idea he turned from his bed and felt for the handle to his nightstand and retrieved the box he'd purchased from the store. He reached out for her and wedged his body between her legs as he opened the box and pulled out the bottle of cologne.
"Old Spice?" She asked shocked at his selection, she hadn't really realized what he picked she was so exhausted. "Did you want to put it on?"
In frustration he brought his hand down inadvertently causing a slapping sensation on her thigh to which she winced, "Hey," she made her voice firm, "I understand your upset, but it is not okay to hit me, alright?"
He exhaled and rubbed his tiny paw over her thigh and pulled her hand back to the items he'd set out forcing her to touch each one until she finally had a hunch, "Sam…are you trying to describe someone to me?"
He shook his head fast and ran her hand over the screen again telling her that's exactly what he was doing.
"Who?"
He ran her hands over the items again thrust the fragrance back into her hands as he wedged himself between her legs again. She opened the cap and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end…the unmistakable smell of cheap cologne. Her mind knew it was familiar and knew it was important but didn't have time to process it as Sam started to sob. She capped it quickly realizing it was a trigger. She placed it behind her and embraced him pulling him onto her lap.
"Are you telling me about the man at the hospital Sam?" she asked softly, "Is that what your trying to tell me?"
He balled her shirt in his fist and let out a cry from so deep within him that all she could do was bring him tighter to her and caress his back as he held her tight and whispered over and over again, "The Boogieman, Mommy, the boogieman."