A/N: Actions speak louder than words.
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. This story belongs to Tstabler©
He watched her all night, as they rode home, as she braided Maureen's hair before the kids went to bed, as she signed Dickie's cast, calling him "Slugger" and putting a happy face in her O.
He finally got to see her as the person his children had known for months, he finally got to see the side of her she kept hidden from him for so long. He finally got to see the woman he knew existed behind the rough exterior, the woman he had fallen in love with. He watched her walk out of Dickie's bedroom, and into the bathroom, and he took the opportunity to run into his bedroom and change.
He ran a hand down his face, thinking about what to wear for the first time in almost seventeen years. He scratched his head and pulled open his drawer, pawing through tee shirts. He bit his lip and pulled out one with an intricate tribal design on it.
He sighed and tugged off his dress shirt, then pulled on his tee shirt. He cleared his throat, trying to ease his nerves, and changed out of his dress pants, into sweats, and turned toward the door. He jumped, though, as he saw Olivia in the door way.
She had a smirk on her face and her arms were crossed, she knew she looked hot, and she said, "I don't have any singles, El. Sorry."
He furrowed his brow and took a step toward her. "How long were you…"
"You have a couple of tattoos I've never seen before," she interrupted. "What was that, a phoenix?"
He nodded and ran a hand over his head. "Uh, yeah, there's another one…um…you'll see it. Eventually."
She smirked. "I'm sure I will, Stabler," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Your kids are asleep. I think we have a good hour or two before the shit hits the fan down at the station and they call us in to clean up the mess."
He sat on the bed, patted the mattress beside him, and said, "An hour or two to, uh, figure this out."
She moved and sat next to him, and she held her breath as he took her hand. She linked her fingers with his and said, "Tonight was…well, I'm just gonna say it. It's kind of pathetic, but it was the best date I've ever been on."
He laughed and said, "Me, too, Liv. And it's not pathetic. It's amazing."
"We were there with your kids and I had a better time than…" she stopped and she looked at their joined hands. "This makes sense," she whispered.
"Yeah, it does," he said, nodding. "I'm gonna be honest with you. Very…very honest. I was pissed at you. For a long time."
She looked at him and narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
"For being there when I wasn't, for doing my job, Kathy's job," he said, shaking his head. "But I figured it out, a while ago, and it was never really you I was mad at. It was me. I wasn't mad because you were here and I wasn't, I was mad because I wasn't here with you."
She screwed her brows together. "That's the same thing."
"No," he said with a small smile. "I didn't care that it wasn't me or Kathy, I was happy it was you. I wanted to be with you. Do you get it?"
She tilted her head as it hit her. "Yeah," she whispered.
He pulled her hand, tugging her body toward him. "I want to be with you, Liv. You and me. Is that…I mean, do you want…"
"Yes," she said softly, almost just a breath. She moved, then, and kissed him, taking him by surprise and making him give her a delighted moan.
He lifted his free hand and cupped the side of her face, and he gently prodded her mouth open enough to slide his tongue between her lips. He moaned again and let go of her hand, then he slid his fingertips along the bare skin of her legs. He trickled them down, then up, then down, then up again, each time he would let them climb a little higher under her dress.
She sighed and moaned into his agape mouth, and her hands looped around his neck. Part of her brain was signaling her body to stop, to slow down, to keep this just a kiss. There were larger parts of her brain that were screaming louder, though, telling her to ravage him the way she wanted.
He moved his hand down her body, from her face to her leg, and as he kissed her he pressed into her, sliding his hands further up, under the material. He moaned, his voice was shaking as he did so, and he couldn't believe he was feeling her, kissing her.
She leaned back, knowing what he wanted, and she didn't stop him when his hands slid higher, closer to the part of her body that was now throbbing, growing hotter, wetter. "El," she whispered against his lips.
"Sorry," he said quickly, pulling back.
She grabbed his wrists, stopping him, and she looked into his eyes. She gave him silent permission, and she saw his eyes darken two shades. She bit her lip, and she watched him take a breath before leaning back toward her to kiss her.
He was nervous, near terrified, with her. He had never been nervous with any other woman the way he was with her. His heart was pounding, he could hear it in his ears, and he knew his palms were sweating. Every hair was standing straight on its end as he pushed up the dress and hooked his fingers over the waistband of her panties. He glanced down, taking a peek, and his breath caught in his throat.
She watched him gulp, she watched his eyes travel over her body and she grew nervous, too. She didn't know what he liked, what he wanted, if she was enough for him. When she saw his lips curl, she took a breath. Whatever test this was, she passed.
"You're so…incredible," he whispered, kissing her again as he slipped the flimsy cotton over her hips. "So beautiful," he told her softly between kisses. "So sexy. So mine."
She could do little more than moan as he touched her, as his fingers found their way back to her body and inched toward her aching core. "El," she whispered, "I…"
"Love me," he said with a grin, one finger grazing her slit. "My God," he breathed. "You're…so damned wet."
She moaned, more at his touch than his words, and she felt like a high schooler going too far on a first date. And that's what she was doing, if she was being honest. "Jesus," she said, gripping his arm tightly as he pushed a single, thick finger into her. "Oh, God," she moaned. Synapses were firing in all directions as every nerve in her body exploded. Angels were singing in her ears, and she moaned again, realizing that this was him. Elliot. With her. Touching her. Loving her.
He moaned, too, just as excited, just as scared, and he kissed her slowly as he urged another finger into her and began to move, sliding them out and twisting them back in, savoring every second. He felt a little more like an asshole as he realized he was consciously imagining another part of his body moving, being where his fingers now were. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned, shaking off the thoughts and focusing on the moment. "Liv," he whispered against her parted lips, "Baby, are you…"
"I'm fine," she panted. "God, just…don't stop. Please." She finally found the strength to move her hands, and she slipped them into his sweats, thanking God his boxers were loose. She ran her palms over the ass at which she'd spent years staring, she squeezed his flesh which made him busk his hips and moan. She chuckled and moved one hand around to the front of his waist, and without even trying she grazed the tip of his hardened dick. She moaned, then, realizing it was a comment on his size that she was barely in his pants and could feel him.
"Fuck, Liv, that…God," he murmured, thrusting his fingers now. He groaned and dropped his head a bit when she took hold of him, her hand feeling like Heaven as she stroked, taking in his length, his girth. He knew she was exploring him, and he was arrogant enough to enjoy it. He kissed her and shifted up higher on the bed, on her, to give her more and better access to what she wanted. He twisted his fingers more, making her cry out his name, and he couldn't help the proud chuckle that escaped.
"Bastard," she teased with a soft laugh of her own. "Oh, God, El, this feels…so…hmm," she tried to voice her feelings but her lips pressed together and her eyes slid shut. She gripped him tighter, stroked him faster, suddenly thankful for being so nervous her hands were moist. It made this easier.
"Christ," he hissed, bucking into her hand, moving with her as if he was making love to her fist. "Baby," he grunted, finding her lips again. He swiped her tongue with his, ran it around her teeth, massaged her mouth thoroughly as he turned his hand a bit and moved his thumb over her clit.
She yelped and arched her back, the contact with the swollen nub hitting her like a taser stun. She gripped him tighter then, stroking him faster, her thumb returning his favor by grazing over the tip. She moaned as she felt the slick droplet of fluid coat the pad of her finger. She was causing this reaction, no one else, and that thought sent a ripple of pleasure coursing through her body.
He swiped over her clit faster, and his domineering personality came through with his lust and need. "Cum, baby," he ordered, husky and throaty.
She bit at his lip, tugging as she moved back. She shook her head and moaned. Her hand was starting to ache, with the rest of her body. The need for release was hitting her fingertips to her toes. Her feet curled and her back arched.
"Cum, Olivia," he demanded again, his eyes wide open, staring at her. He watched every twitch of her eyelids, every curl of her lips, every roll of her head.
She blinked and looked up at him, feeling him begin to throb in her hand. She narrowed her eyes, realizing he called her by her full name, something he only did when angry, and she smirked. He called her that when he was trying to assert his authority over her. She loved this side of him. She shook her head again, feeling the desperate need to wait for him, feeling as if she owed him that.
He moved his fingers faster, thrust them harder, and he moved his thumb more vigorously. "Cum, damn it," he spat. "I wanna watch you. This is the first time…fuck, that feels so damn good," he said, biting his lip. "First time I get to see this, and I want to watch it, start to finish, before I have to shut my eyes."
Knowing his reason, hearing it, sent a shot to her heart, and to her core, and she started to tremble. "El," she moaned, trying to keep her strokes even and fast. She felt herself tightening around his fingers, and she lost it.
"God, yes," he seethed, trying to hold in his own orgasm so he could give his full attention to her. When she threw her head back and called his name, digging the nails of her other hand into his arm, he came undone. "Shit," he cursed, dropping his head to hers. He kissed her madly as he came, shooting out and spilling over her hand, which was still moving against him.
They slowed their strokes, and they eased their hands away from each other, and they looked into each other's eyes, shocked and sated, and scared and thrilled.
"Wow." He was the first to speak.
She nodded, panting, and the smile on her face was huge. "Wow," she repeated.
He grinned back at her and kissed her softly. "Are you okay? I mean that…that was too fast…no?"
"I'm a big girl, El," she said, reaching up with the hand that had been digging holes into his arm, and she caressed his face. "That was…amazing."
He smirked. "Well, you have that rule about your third date, so…"
"El," she interrupted, "I think we are breaking every one of my rules. Don't date people you work with, don't date men with children, don't…"
He silenced her with a sweet kiss. "Why don't we just throw the rule book out the window, baby?"
"Fine by me," she said with a chuckle.
He dropped his head to kiss her again, slowly moving his hands up her body again and holding her head gently. They were about to move, do something neither was ready for, when his cell phone rang. He pulled away from her and said a harsh, "Shit."
She chuckled and said, "I told you we probably only had an hour." She sat up as he moved off of her, and she watched him answer the phone.
"Stabler," he hissed. "No, uh, I was…sleeping. What's the address? Yeah, uh, I'll get her. It's fine. Thanks, Fin." He hung up and said, "Duty calls."
"Doesn't it always?" she joked, slipping off of the bed. She gave him a long lingering kiss before she left the room, and she looked over her shoulder at him. "I love you," she said.
Before he could respond, she was gone. He blinked, then rose to his feet to change, again. She said it. She told him what he'd been waiting for her to say. His smile faded, though, as he realized that a new crime scene meant they had to deal with Alex. "Fuck," he spat, ripping a tie off of its hook.
This was gonna be a long night.
A/N: Kathy has a chat with Olivia, Alex gets on their nerves, and a glitch in the case means a huge change in the squad. What? Review here, or on Twitter: TMG212 Also, I know we are all stunned by the news of Chris Meloni leaving SVU, and I hope this won't mean a loss of readers or writers. The stories and characters are still alive, if we keep them that way!