Law and Order: SVU is the intellectual property of Dick Wolf. The use of the characters, settings, and plotlines is not malicious. This is a work of fiction.

Bad Blood

"I'll kill him," he mumbled as he chewed. It was the fifth or sixth time he said it, shaking his head and gritting his teeth. "I think I'm kidding."

"I know you're completely serious," Olivia said, sighing. She put her carton of Chinese take away on the coffee table and ran one hand up and down his back, an attempt to calm him down. "Forget about Cassidy, okay? Some men...don't know how to handle rejection. With him, he was rejected, and on top of it he has to work with..."

"He's a fucking child!" he interrupted. "The way he's acting, what, he can't be professional? I mean, fuck, I have to act like I don't want to throw you up against the wall and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you while we're at work, that's not easy for me, but I do it don't I?"

"Breathe!" she snapped, trying to hide her laughter. She shook her head and pressed her lips together, slipping her roaming hand under his shirt. She traced circles on his skin and saw his eyes close and then slowly open. They were calmer, but darker.

"I am breathing," he grumbled, rolling his shoulders. "There's always been bad blood between me and him, and this just fucking makes me realize why." He shook his head and looked at her. "He's not cut out for this job, he's too fucking insensitive, and now he can't work with us like a normal person, because, what, you hurt his feelings?"

Olivia dug her nails deeper into his skin as she moved her fingers, hoping to work out some of the tension he'd built. "No one is asking you to be his buddy, and I certainly don't care if you like him or not, but please, for my sake, let it go. Just...let it go, okay?"

He nodded, moaning at her touch. "Yeah," he exhaled, moving closer to her.

She chuckled and made her drawn circles a bit bigger. "You've been, uh, very...defensive...the past two days." She kissed his forehead. "With Gunther..."

"The way he talked to you," he said, cutting her off again, "No one treats you like that. That smarmy son-of-a-bitch, he owed you more than just an apology, and you know, I would have made him really be sorry." There was fire in his eyes and his nostrils flared. "And he was looking at you like...God, I wanted to do more than just hurt him."

She dropped a trail of kisses down his face and placed a longer, deeper kiss on his lips. "I know," she whispered. She smiled when he moved again, capturing her lips in a much rougher kiss. Her hands moved from his back to his face, cupping it and running her thumbs under his eyes. Soft moans passed between them and she twitched in his arms as he worked his fingers up and under her sweater. She moaned again, into his mouth, feeling his wandering hands move lower, into her pants. She shivered when his cold palms cupped her ass and she bucked her hips, which only egged him on, tremendously.

"Baby," he panted, trying to control the urge to rip her clothes to shreds on the couch, needing to make it into the bedroom tonight. He pulled his lips away, but pressed his forehead against hers. Breathing heavily, he whispered, "You're...you're everything to me. And whatever I can do to protect you...from anything or anyone...I'm gonna do it." He nodded firmly and kissed her again, once.

She nodded back, returning his kiss, and she ran her hands through his hair as he nuzzled her. With a sigh and a soft smile, she said, "I know. I, uh, I heard what you said to Munch." She looked into his eyes, which had popped open wide. "It's okay, I just...I know why you told him, and I love you for it, I just...didn't really want..."

"I know," he said in a low, dejected whisper. He rubbed his head against hers, apologetically, and said, "I shouldn't have said anything. But he kept making these wisecracks, and I saw the look on your face, I couldn't...he needed to stop." He kissed her again. "Now, he's trying to..."

"I know he is," she said, interrupting him this time. "He won't come up with anything else. He's just going to run into the same dead-ends as we have." She kissed him. "But I love that he wants to, I know his heart is absolutely in the right place."

He tilted his head. "How did you know?" he asked, brushing her hair back. "How did you know that guy wasn't your father?"

"There was nothing about him that..." she paused, shaking her head. "I didn't feel anything, and he...didn't look anything like me." She took two slow breaths and looked into his eyes. "I just know." She kissed his cheek.

"Baby," he said, silencing her with another kiss, "Listen, we got wrapped up in the case, and I never got to finish asking you..." he took a breath and exhaled slowly, kissing her again. "I'm not asking you to move in with me, I know that...it's way too soon for that...but I want..." he inhaled sharply as he tried to find the words and the courage to speak. "I want your name on it. I'm not asking you to pay for it, not...not now. Eventually, we...yeah, you'll move in, and we will pay the mortgage together, but I just...if anything happens to me..." he stopped talking and sat up straight.

"What?" she prodded, sitting up herself and watching him stand with slight fear in her eyes. "What are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip and looked down at her, and then held out his hand. He waited, and then relaxed slightly when her hand fell into his. He squeezed and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. This kiss was different from any other tonight, his hands twisting into her hair and his strength pressing her against him. He moaned her name as his tongue moved with hers, his form curling around hers and begging her body to move backward toward the bedroom.

Before she would comply with his silent demand, she backed away and looked into his eyes. Her reddened, tingling lips flattened themselves together. "Talk to me," she panted, smoothing her hands over his chest.

"Filling out that insurance form today...again...made me realize..." he paused to close his eyes and take another deep breath. "If anything ever happens to me, I need to know the house and my kids are with you," he said quickly, his eyes still closed. "Please? Right now, it's just co-signing the loan, your name on a few sheets of paper."

"Oh, El, I..." she stopped, seeing the deep sincerity in his eyes and the hope in his crooked, imploring smile. "Of course. Whatever you need me to do."

"Shit, really?" he cried, relieved, hugging her tightly. He pushed her away a bit to look at her, his hands on her shoulders. "God, baby, thank you, so..."

She shut him up with a kiss, knowing he could probably feel her heart hammering through her chest against his, needing to prove the fear wasn't going to make her run from him this time. Her arms looped around his neck and she felt him pull her tightly to him. She moaned, feeling his erection press hard between her legs. She moved backward, then, keeping her mouth working with his. "You know," she whispered, "You don't need to thank me. Anything you need. Anything you want." She bit down lightly on his bottom lip and tugged with a soft growl. "The answer is always going to be 'yes,' El."

He chuckled as he pushed her playfully toward the bed. "Yeah?" he said, smirking at her."Anything?" he asked, teasing and wagging his eyebrows at her. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it like a basketball into the hamper. He flicked open the button on his pants and let them drop with a plop. After he kicked them off, he jumped onto the bed, flattened himself out, and pulled her on top of him. "You are horribly overdressed," he teased, fingering the strap of her tank top.

She rolled her eyes and sat up straight, with one leg on either side of his waist. She undressed as she straddled him, pulling the top over her head. She jumped when his hands hit her bare skin, but moaned when he smoothed them over her body. She threw the shirt to the floor and rose up on her knees slightly to pull her flannel pants down. She looped her thumbs into the waistband but he swatted her hands away.

"My job," he said teasingly, and he pulled the cotton down over her hips, taking her underwear along for the ride. He kissed her once as he began slipping the fabric, and his hands, down her legs. He laughed when she kicked them off, and he said, "Eager, huh?"

She shrugged, tossed her hair to the side, and bent down to kiss him. "Tomorrow's Thanksgiving," she whispered, rocking her body against his.

He groaned, feeling her wetness begin to coat his cock as she rubbed against him. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of himself and shifted his weight, aiming right for her. He caught her eyes and watched her bite her lip, staring at her as she eased onto him. A shuddering moan escaped as he felt her encase him, and when she settled over him fully, he thrust his hips, as if proving he could somehow sink in further. He wrapped his hands around her hips and looked up at her. "You're spending it with me and the kids, you know that right?"

She gave him a slight rock of her hips, making them both moan, and she nodded. "I know," she whispered.

He grinned, but then squinted and let out a soft curse when she rocked her body again. "I hate that we have to go to a restaurant this year, but as long as we're all together, it's...it's going to be perfect. And, baby, we can go pick up your mother..." he watched her eyes change as the words left his mouth. "What? What'd I say?"

She shook her head and gave him a pressed smile. She moved her hands to cover his, linking their fingers as she began to rise and fall, keeping her eyes on him. She didn't speak. not out loud, but she mouthed the words, "I love you."

He uncurled one of his hands from hers and dragged it up her back, hooking it around her neck. He pulled her down again, kissing her hard as he began to raise his hips, thrusting upward. His other hand pulled away from hers and palmed over her ass, keeping her down, firmly, so he could slam upward into her with greater force. He heard their skin slapping together and it only made him work harder and faster.

She moved her lips, tilting her head a bit, and began to bite and suck at the throbbing vein in his neck, knowing it drove him mad. She felt him grip her body harder, not caring that the skin beneath his strong hands would be bruised in the morning. "Elliot," she purred into his ear, moaning.

"Fuck," he spat, giving her powerful thrusts, digging the soles of his feet into the bed's baseboard for leverage. Heat rose, building from the tips of his toes and coursing through his veins. He gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back before crashing his mouth into hers. As he kissed her, he felt her tighten and clench around him, making thrusting difficult. He tried like hell, slamming up and into her, hard and deep, until he was squeezed into stillness.

She ripped her lips away from his and let out a cry of his name that, when it hit his ears, made him growl.

He watched her head fall back, her mouth open, and he lost the last bit of control he had. He drove into her once more, hard, and came with a violent curse. Every muscle in his body twitched and convulsed as he shot into her in spurts.

Her head fell forward, she looked at him with a drugged and hazy expression, as she, too, quivered and quaked, riding out another intense release on him. "Oh, my God," she breathed, falling forward limply.

He whipped his arms around her and peppered her face and head with soft kisses. "Jesus," he hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily, causing them both to shiver. "God, Liv," he whispered, shaking his head. "Damn."

She nodded, agreeing, and kissed his chest. "So good," she murmured, her voice reverberating against his skin.

"Fucking fantastic," he exhaled, kissing the crown of her head. He reached for the comforter, it had long ago been cast aside and was half-off of the bed, and he pulled it hard, letting it fall over them. He relaxed deeper into the mattress, chuckling at the fact that every move he made caused her to moan and whimper since he was still buried inside of her, and had no intention of pulling out. "I love you," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair and closing his eyes.

"I love you," she replied, a sleepy smile crawling over her face. She caught a glimpse at the clock on the bedside-table, and she sighed contentedly. "Happy Thanksgiving."

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Jo

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