A/N: Does Joe catch up to them? What does he really do? Say? And what does her realization make Serena do? Where do they stop in Pennsylvania?
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"I know it's still dark," Elliot said, "But Pennsylvania's a big state. I wanna make frequent stops, see things. This si the last state. We're almost there, Liv."
Olivia yawned and tossed him the keys, then proceeded to move all of the bags from the backseat to the trunk. "You drive, I'm going back to sleep."
"Before you go back to sleep," Elliot said with a chuckle, "Can I ask you something?"
Olivia climbed into the backseat and said, "You just did, but go ahead."
Elliot got into the front and turned the key. "That tattoo on your hip. That bird. When did you get it? It wasn't there before, you know, the last time we..."
"The day I bought the car," Olivia said, yawning again. "The day I swore I would get away."
Elliot sighed and smirked. "Phoenix," he said, realizing. "Rising from the ashes. It's you, baby."
"You, too," Olivia said, her eyes drifting shut.
Elliot looked at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. He loved her more than he thought possible, and as soon as they stopped, he'd prove it.
"They're definitely heading in this direction, Sam," Joe Stabler called over his radio to his partner in Avery. "I need you to send someone out to pick up Reena, I left her...she needed to sober up and I needed to get her off of Olivia's...she what? when? How long ago? Terrific! Thanks, Sam! You should have called me! I have to stop her, now, too." He clipped the radio to the dashboard. He put his foot on the gas and headed down the highway, passing the large "Welcome to Pennsylvania" sign on his right, picking up his coffee. He'd been driving for forty-eight straight hours. He was determined to catch up to them, and it needed to happen fast.
Elliot pulled over just as the sun started to peak over the horizon. He smirked as he turned his head over his shoulder and looked at Olivia's sleeping form. He hit the button on the dashboard, bringing the top up and over them, and he ducked his head as he climbed in the backseat with her. "Hey," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "Baby, wake up."
Olivia moaned, rolling her head. "El," she whispered. "Honey?"
"Me," Elliot whispered, sliding her tank top's strap down, with one hand, sliding his other hand up under the fabric, caressing her toned stomach.
"What..." Olivia tried to speak, but the combination of groggy and horny took away the ability to be coherent. All she could do was moan.
Elliot kissed over her neck and across her collarbone, chuckling. "Breaking your 'no bare-sweaty-ass-on-the-leather' rule," he said, lifting the shirt. He was pleasantly surprised when she sat up and let him take it off of her. He threw it to the floor of the car and smirked at her, reaching for the zipper of her jeans. "I love you," he said, kissing the tops of her breasts.
Olivia clutched at the hem of tee-shirt and pulled, tugging it over his head, making it join her tank. "Leather can be cleaned," she said, attaching his lips to his as she unbuttoned his fly and got him out of his jeans, reaching into the pocket before they were thrown to the growing pile on the mat below.
Elliot kicked off his shoes, then slid down her body, kissing as he went, to slide down her panties, then took off her shoes, and socks. "It can," he said, nodding, as he took the square packet out of Olivia's hands. She stopped him from opening it and looked into his eyes for a moment. Then she looked him over, up and down, examining his body. The space was tight, and close, but she was trying to see him. Really see him. All of him.
"What are you doing, baby?" Elliot asked her, dropping his head to kiss her. He accidentally rubbed against her and gasped, trying to control the urge to forget the condom and push into her.
Olivia bucked her hips, wanting the same thing, but not wanting the consequences. "Just looking," she said. "I don't think I've ever just...looked."
Elliot looked down at her, shifted his weight, trying not to move into her. "Look later, honey," he whispered. "I don't want to hurt you, we're pretty cramped back here."
Olivia chuckled, finally helping roll on his condom. They both moaned as he slid gently into her, lifting one of her legs and tilting her a bit, trying to keep them both on the seat. "Oh, God, El," she breathed, her head bending backward into the seat.
"Liv," Elliot moaned, thrusting deeply, holding her hips as his head dropped to the crook of her neck. He brushed his lips over the cream-colored skin he found there, licking and nibbling as he moved toward her ear. "Shit, Liv, baby. I love you."
"I love you, too, El," Olivia said, her nails digging into his back. "Harder," she groaned.
Elliot shot her a look. He smirked and moved faster, harder, holding her tighter. "Holy..." he trailed off and pressed his lips together, , moving within her, feeling incredible and hoping he was making her feel just as incredible.
Olivia's mouth dropped open and she let out a soft cry of his name. "Elliot," she moaned, trying to wrap her other leg around his hip. "Oh, hell, we're going straight to hell," she mumbled, her back arching.
"You don't believe in hell," Elliot grunting, moving harder, slipping off the leather, but catching himself and bending them at an angle to stay on the seat. They both cried out, feeling incredible at the shift in position and the fact it allowed Elliot to get even deeper. "God damn, Liv!" he grunted.
"You do," Olivia seethed, reaching up to grab his head. "You're not going anywhere without me," she whispered to him. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him passionately as she clenched around him, moaning into the kiss.
Elliot gave a shaky, stuttering groan against her lips, attempting to hold in his release until he was sure she was cumming. He felt her grip him tight and felt her start to shake. Then then, and only then, did he let go. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes, watching as her pupils dilated. He grunted as he let go, and he watched her face contort into the twisted expressions of pure pleasure as she cried his name.
Serena sat in the rented car, sipping her coffee, watching the other side of the road. "What the hell did you pull over for?" she asked, squinting against the sunlight. The sun had been up for an hour and a half already, and she had watched them pull over just as it began to rise. "That's the right car," she said with a hiccup. "I'm sure it is."
She watched as the top rolled down and saw them laughing, smiling. She saw him take her hand, she saw him lean over and kiss her, and she saw the car slowly move. "Finally," she said. She turned her own key, easing back onto the highway. She swerved into their lane, staying a few cars behind them, and sipped her coffee again. She hiccupped as she veered into the left lane a bit, almost sideswiping the car next to her. "Damn," she said. Maybe it wasn't coffee she was drinking after all.
Serena looked behind her and gasped, her eyes widening. "Shit," she spat. "How the hell did he get here?" Joe Stabler was three cars behind her and closing in, weaving between lanes, and soon, he passed her up. She furrowed her brow. He wasn't after her. Then she grew even more confused as she watched Joe bypass Olivia's car. What the hell was going on?
"What brought that on?" Olivia asked, giving Elliot's hand a squeeze.
Elliot shrugged. "When I want you, I want you," he said. "I wanted you."
"I have rules about my car, El," Olivia said, raising an eyebrow.
"Correction," Elliot said, raising her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles. "Had rules. They no longer exist. See, I was the only guy you ever broke your personal rules for, right? Just proved I still am, didn't I?"
"Cocky son of a bitch," Olivia mumbled, shaking her head with a chuckle.
"Yeah, proved that, too," Elliot said, smirking and nodding.
Olivia laughed as he changed lanes. "Your ego is almost as big as..."
"Hey," Elliot said, stopping her. "Liv, do not even go there," he laughed. He picked up their still joined hands and hit the radio button, blasting the station they'd been singing along with for the journey. He looked at Olivia, and as he heard the notes he started to sing. He drove and sang, looking at her when he could. He was serenading her.
As they drove, and as the songs changed, they sang together, and to each other, and had a blast as they messed up lyrics and corrected each other. Olivia told Elliot that Paula Abdul was not saying that "He can play baboons." She laughed and said, "It's 'He don't play by rules, El."
Elliot had to practically translate an entire Springsteen song for her. "He mumbles," was her excuse. He chuckled as he sang to her, and made the most adoring face at her.
Olivia smiled at him, sighing contentedly. "I love you," she said. "I know it seems like I'm saying that a lot now, but..."
"You're not," Elliot interrupted, stopping his song to speak. "You could say it every five minutes, hell, every five seconds. It could be the only thing you say to me, over and over, for an hour, and it would never be enough. I love hearing you say it. I love knowing...knowing you really mean it."
"You know I mean it," Olivia said. "Every time I say it, I mean it even more, El. I keep falling, harder and faster, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Not that I want it to stop."
"Oh, please," Elliot said, sighing with wide eyes. "Don't even say that. You know I feel the same way, right? This trip...Liv, anyone else would have driven me up a fucking wall. Anyone else, alone in a car, driving across the country, would have pissed me off. Royally." He smirked at her. "You just drive me completely crazy, in a good way, baby. I can't get enough of you. I could talk to you for hours, or could just sit here in silence, knowing you're there is enough."
Olivia gave him a soft look, then looked around. "Turn off here," she said, pointing to the next exit.
"What?" Elliot asked, baffled. "Honey, we don't need gas or..."
"Do it," Olivia insisted. "I'm not about to crawl back into the backseat. Find a fucking motel Elliot," she said.
Elliot raised an eyebrow and smirked, getting into the right lane. "Yes, ma'am," he said, chuckling with an evil tone in his voice. "Where do you wanna stop?" he asked.
"First one you see," Olivia said. "Like you said, when I want you, I want you. And right now, I want you."
Elliot looked back toward the road and slammed on his brakes, stopping an inch before hitting the car in front of him. "Shit," he said, backing up.
"Don't," Olivia said, looking behind them. "You'll hit him. He's standing behind the car, El!"
"Fuck," Elliot said, hitting the steering wheel. "How the hell did he find us?"
Olivia shook her head and reached an arm up around his neck. "I don't know," she said. "But we're gonna be okay. We have to be okay."
"How the fuck do you know?" Elliot snapped, not meaning to. "Baby," he sighed, looking at her, as his father strolled toward his side of the car.
"Shh," Olivia whispered. "I know, because we're together. And..." she paused, waiting until Joe was right next to Elliot's door. "He's not behind us anymore. Go!"
Elliot's eyes widened. He looked from her to his father. Before Joe could tell them to wait, Elliot stepped on the gas, in reverse, and made a K-turn to get back on the interstate.
"Shit," Joe spat, jumping back into his car. He sped after them, hoping he could get to them, before Serena.
A/N: Will Joe get to them? Will they hear him out? A phone call from Sam might change everything. Another stop in Pennsylvania, coming at ya. Reviews are awesome, please and thank you. Here, or on Twitter. Follow TMG212.
