A/N: Sunday night, and Monday! Do the kids have quirks? What are they? And why does Olivia have to spend the day alone with them? What do they do?
DISCLAIMER: SVU belongs to Dick Wolf. This story belongs to TStabler© She's not profiting/earning money, just enjoyment. =)
After church, Elliot had taken the kids and Olivia shopping, and to see a matinee of a show they'd all been dying to see. It would have been a great Sunday, had it not been for the tension hanging thick between Maureen, Kathleen and Olivia. The twins, however, couldn't get enough of her and kept her laughing and smiling.
They got home around six, Elliot cooked, and they sat at table talking about the show they'd just seen, and what Olivia had missed out on by not going with them to the morning service. Olivia was only half listening, though. She felt Kathleen glaring at her, and it was making her skin crawl.
"You missed it, Liv," Dickie said as he scooped mashed potatoes onto his plate. "The priest was talking about manners and humility, and during a real quiet moment, Kathleen just burps. Loud, gross, she burps. Kate, when did you eat hot dogs?"
Kathleen rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Shut up, Dick."
"Hey," Elliot said, scolding. "None of that, Katie!"
Olivia pushed the food around on her plate, the way she had the night before, and she said, "You had hot dogs Friday, at Lizzie's softball game."
Maureen took a moment from separating her food with crusts of bread, because she hated when her food touched, to look at Olivia. "Yeah," she said softly, realizing that Olivia paid more attention to them than they did to themselves.
"Guys," Olivia said, pushing her plate away, "I'm not really hungry. Actually, I'm not feeling that great. Just put the dishes in the sink. I'll wash them later."
As she got up, Elliot spoke. "Liv, honey..."
"I'll be okay," Olivia interrupted, looking at him. "I'm gonna go lay down." She walked into the bedroom and left Elliot and the kids at the table. The rest of the meal was silent, and more uncomfortable than it had been with Olivia there.
Elliot ushered the kids to bed, but his youngest daughter stayed behind, helping him with the dishes so Olivia wouldn't have to do them.
"Daddy," Lizzie asked, helping him dry and put away the plates, "Is Liv gonna be okay with us tomorrow?"
"Pumpkin," Elliot said, sighing, "It isn't Liv who has the problem. She's gonna love spending the day with you guys. Even though it's all pretty mindless stuff, there's nothing she'd rather do. And who knows? Maybe by the end of the day your sisters will grow up."
Lizzie sighed. "When you go to bed, tell Liv I love her, okay?" She stood on her tip toes and kissed his nose, something she had done since she was a tiny girl.
It warmed his heart, her words and her actions, and he said, "She loves you, too, Lizzie." He kissed her forehead, said goodnight, and watched her head into her room. He grabbed something out of the freezer, then headed into the bedroom, curling up beside Olivia.
"Sorry," she whispered, feeling him envelope her.
"Nothing to be sorry about," Elliot whispered back. He plopped the ice cream in front of her and waved a spoon in front of her face. "Tell me you love me," he said with a smirk.
Olivia laughed with closed eyes, curling into him. "I love you," she said, kissing him.
He turned on the television and they cuddled together as they shared the rest of their treat, enjoying their Sunday night in bed.
"Calm down, honey," Olivia soothed, as Maureen sat on the doctor's examining table, nervous. "She's a very nice doctor, and I'm right here with you. I know I'm not your favorite person right now, but..."
"You took off work," Maureen interrupted, biting her nails, another habit. "You took this Monday off weeks ago to take us all where we had to go today, didn't you?"
Olivia sighed. "Yeah," she said. "Your father has to testify in court today, and your mother..."
"Wouldn't take us if we paid her," Maureen said, rolling her eyes. "I'm glad you're here, Liv. I don't just mean at the doctor's with me. I mean here. In my life. With my dad." She saw Olivia's eyes light up and she smiled. "I've really never seen him happier. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting," she whispered. "I know Katie is, too, but she'll never admit it."
They spent twenty minutes in the office, then left, meeting the rest of the kids in the waiting room. Olivia was feeling a bit more relieved and at ease about spending the day with the kids. "Okay," she said, "Next stop, picking up Kathleen's sophomore social dress."
"Then my new glasses!" Lizzie spouted cheerfully.
Dickie shot Olivia a loving gaze and said, "And then I need new cleats and a new bat and glove."
"I know," Olivia laughed, scruffing the top of head. "I got it all right up here," she said, tapping her temple.
Kathleen rolled her eyes and smiled. "Your such a mother," she said, chuckling the way her father always did. She tapped a finger against her teeth, a habit she got from her mother, and waited for a reaction.
Olivia's head darted toward her, and she felt herself trying very hard to control her emotions. "Uh...okay, and we need to eat," she said, unsure of what she should say to that. She led the kids out to the car and got them settled, then drove off to the shop where they had purchased Kathleen's dress.
"Dickie," Olivia spat, yanking the bra off of his head, "Cut it out! Sit still," she said, keeping one hand on the dressing room door. "Katie, are you okay?"
"Yeah," Kathleen returned.
Lizzie said, seemingly out of nowhere, "Three."
"God, stop that!" Maureen spat. "That's really annoying."
Lizzie shrugged. "I can't help it."
Olivia looked at the little girl and smiled. "Honey, you just keep adding up letters, don't pay any attention to your sister. She eats cream cheese out of the box with a spoon."
"Liv!" Maureen said with a shocked laugh.
"Maury, we all have our little quirks," Olivia said with a smirk. "Making words into prime numbers just happens to be Lizzie's."
"I'm coming out!" Kathleen said, slowly opening the door. Olivia moved, and then gasped. "Katie, you look beauti..."
Kathleen stopped her. "Liv, the saleswoman told me that you came in last week and yelled your head off."
"Uh, well, I saw the dress," Olivia said, looking away from Kathleen.
Kathleen nodded. "She told me. It was the wrong color, the wrong size, and you wouldn't leave until they promised they would have it fixed and finished by today. Why would you do that?"
"Katie," Olivia shrugged, at a loss for words for the third time that day, "I don't want to lie to you, but I don't want you to hate me anymore than you do. I wanted it to be perfect, so I came to check on the...and it just wasn't...and then I got pissed off because ever since I met your father I have thought of you guys as...and no one messes with my kids."
All four Stablers looked at Olivia, Dickie dropped the bra he was using as a hat, Lizzie smiled, Maureen and Kathleen looked at each other, and there was silence.
"For a detective with an Ivy League education," Kathleen said, "You sure forget how to form complete sentences easily." She smiled slightly and gave Olivia a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes.
Olivia squeezed the girl in her arms and let out a heavy sigh. They didn't hate her, and that realization alone allowed her to breathe for the first time in days. The rest of the day was great, and the four of them headed home happy, eager to get into bed.
Olivia opened the door to the apartment, holding it open as the four kids walked in carrying bags.
"Hey!" Elliot called, poking his head out from the kitchen with a smile. "You're back! Have a good time?"
"A blast! I can't wait till Friday's game!" Dickie said pounding his fist into his new glove. He ran into his room and closed the door, eager to swing his bat around without getting yelled at.
Maureen said, "Liv's doctor was really nice. And I'm glad she was there. It was less scary with her there. It should have been Mom, but...honestly, I'm glad it was Liv." She kissed her father on the cheek, gave Olivia the same gesture, and walked into the room she shared with her sisters.
Lizzie looked at her father, turning her head around and showing off her glasses, and said, "Do you like them? The ones Mom had picked out made me look like a bug, so Liv paid the extra money to upgrade my frames."
"You look really good, kiddo," Elliot said with a smile. "Very smart."
Lizzie laughed. "That's what Liv said!" she giggled and headed to her room.
Kathleen, with her dress in her arms, said, "I'll leave you two alone, but Liv...is amazing. Really amazing. It just took me a while to realize it." She smiled at the both of them and walked after Lizzie into the room, making sure the door was closed behind her.
"What did you do to my kids?" Elliot asked, smirking at Olivia.
"If I knew, I would tell you," Olivia said, letting him wrap his arms around her.
Elliot kissed her forehead. "You were gone a lot longer than I thought you'd be," he said, his kisses leaving a wet trail down her neck. "Did you guys eat?"
"Yeah," Olivia said, softly moaning as he kissed her. "Lunch...then shopping, then dinner...you?"
"Ate with Fin," Elliot told her. He moved back up toward her ear, slowly guiding her toward the bedroom.
"Verdict?" Olivia asked, her eyes closing as she moved, unaware, with him.
"Guilty," Elliot said, her earlobe in his mouth. "They came home happy," he whispered to her, his hands grazing the bottom of her shirt. He slid his hands up, under the material, and she moaned lightly. "No more problems, I take it?"
"Your kids have some pretty odd little habits," Olivia said. "Lizzie counts letters, Maureen bites on everything, Kathleen picks at her teeth, Dickie thinks everything is a hat, but we're gonna be fine."
Elliot tugged her shirt over her head and took a moment to look at her, his hands dropping her shirt and moving back to her body. "I missed you," he said, dropping a kiss to her soft shoulder. "I always miss you too damn much when you're not with me, Liv." He kissed the bend between her shoulder and her neck as he unhooked her bra, and he exhaled slowly when he felt her hands run down his back, lightly and slowly.
Olivia clutched the bottom of his tee shirt and pulled, taking it off, and they continued, slowly and quietly stripping each other.
Elliot moved her, once she was naked, onto the bed, and he crawled over her. He kissed every inch of her body, trailing just his fingertips over her skin, making her body tingle and every hair stand on end.
"Oh, dear Lord, El," Olivia whispered, grazing his strong back and shoulders with her own soft fingertips.
Monday night. The night they went slow, absolutely worshipping each other. Elliot looked into her eyes and felt his heart almost burst, and he kissed her lips, easing himself into her. He felt how wet and ready she was, how tight and warm, how amazingly glorious she felt around him, and he moaned lowly as he traveled deeper within her. Love, he thought. That's what this was, and this was the first time he knew it, with every look and touch and kiss. With every breath he took he knew. It was the most precious thing in the world, and he was grateful to have truly found it at last.
Olivia was feeling and thinking the same thing, and as her nails scraped up his back, she bit her lip in an attempt to stay quiet and looked up into his eyes. The slow pace, the torturously slow rhythm of Monday, was purely emotional and there were tears in both of their eyes, and they held on tighter as the first of what was going to be many intense orgasms built up slowly and hit them hard.
"Alex," Fin said, wiping off the TV with a fiber-free cloth, "I think...I think we need to take a break."
Alex laughed. "We are taking a break. We stopped ten minutes ago so you clean the fuck..."
"I mean...from each other," Fin said, sighing.
Alex's eyes went wide. "Is it the new tattoo? The new piercing? You don't like my leather..."
"No, Al," Fin said, shaking his head and dropping his cloth. "That's all amazin', I just..."
"It's Casey," Alex said, knowingly.
Fin turned around, silently, and shrugged. He wasn't prepared for this. He knew how Alex got when she was angry, and he didn't want to see it.
A/N: Next: Olivia and Elliot get quirky at the station. And they get caught. O..O! You are more than welcome to leave a review here, or on Twitter. Just follow the yellow brick road to TMG212!