Disclaimer: Again, sorry about the delay. I wrote this chapter, re-wrote it because I didn't like it, forgot to save it, wrote it again, and I'm still not happy with it completely, but there is a new episode tonight, so if you're disappointed in this, look forward to that! Oh and Dick, forget the roses for Valentines Day, Olivia and Elliot would be just fine, thanks.
Later that evening, after Elliot and Olivia had gotten home from the store and settled in, Cragen, Munch, Fin, and Casey had brought take out Chinese food for everyone and decided to hang out and watch a movie with Elliot and Olivia , as a welcome home party for the both of them. Cragen sat on the love seat with Munch, while Fin, Casey and Olivia sat on the couch, and Elliot took the recliner.
"This is really good," Casey said taking a bite of chicken lo mein.
"Uh, yeah, that's why we bought it, Casey," Fin said rolling his eyes playfully, "What did you think? That we had no taste in Chinese food at all?"
"Well, if its anything like Munch's coffee..." she grinned.
"Hey, I'll have you know that Chinese food is a ploy by the government between America and China to..." Munch chimed in with another conspiracy theory.
"Uggg, Munch," Olivia said tossing an empty container at his head.
"Hey, that could have hit me!"
"Yeah, its too bad that it didn't," Elliot chimed in, hopping up to grab some more beers from the refrigerator.
He walked back into his living room, just as Fin and Casey both went to grab the last egg roll out of the container.
"Hey girl, give that back," he said scowling at her.
"Not a chance. You could really use some practice with your intimidation tactics. Not working on me," Casey spat back, her attorney face on.
"Well I don't know about tactics, but that egg roll is mine," he said snatching it out of her hands.
"Fin, you jerk," she said, attempting to wrestle him off the couch.
Her ploy succeeded and the two were on the floor, with Casey trying to pin him down. After a few minutes, Fin stopped struggling with her and simply picked her, kicking and screaming playfully, up and sat her back down on the couch.
"You done trying to play with the big boys?" he laughed.
"Whatever, eat your stupid egg roll, I didn't want it anyways." Casey said folding her arms in a fake attempt to pout, trying not to crack a smile.
"Here, I'll split it with you"
"Thanks," she said monotonously.
After a couple of hours, and an action movie, then a chick flick for the ladies, everyone gathered up their stuff and headed for the door, hoping to beat the impending ice and snow.
"We'll see you guys later!" Elliot said, closing the door of his apartment. Elliot sat down next to Olivia on the couch, slipping his arm around her, pulling her close.
"Its nice to be able to do this again," Elliot said gesturing to his arms wrapped around her.
"Mmmm," she nodded, "Its nice to be home again."
"Home? Why Detective Benson, I haven't even properly kissed you yet, and you're already calling my place home? Moving a bit fast aren't we?"
"Well," she giggled, " if someone would kiss me, we could move a bit faster!"
"Oh really. Is that so?"
With that, Elliot's lips came crashing down on hers, full of passion, lust, love, and 8 years of waiting. Olivia returned the kiss, her lips caressing and nipping at his. He gently bit her lip, then kissed the sting away. She opened her mouth wider and allowed Elliot to explore every inch of it with his tongue, as she did the same to his.
Elliot's breath was heavy and warm, as he moved from her lips to kiss her neck, one hand in her hair, and the other rubbing her back underneath her shirt. She shuddered at his touch, allowing her fingers to trace down his stomach and come into contact with the hem of his t-shirt. She grabbed the soft material in her hands, and removed his t-shirt, exposing his tan, hard muscles. Her lips traced each of his pecs, while her hands grasp at him with everything she had inside her. Her legs were resting on his lap, and she felt him growing with excitement, bulging with hardness inside his jeans. Olivia let her hands wander down his chest, and trace down his stomach, resting on the top of his jeans. She looked at the bulge under the fabric, and lowered her hand until hand came into contact with him. She gently rubbed her fingers along its length, massaging pure delight into it.
"God Liv," Elliot moaned. His hands had now disappeared underneath the hem of her shirt, and were stroking her braless breasts, careful to avoid her injuries. His fingers gently slipped over each of her hard nipples, rolling and pinching them in between his fingers.
"El," she gasped, wet with anticipation. Olivia unbuttoned his pants, and began to pull them off, when Elliot stopped her.
"Liv, are you sure about this? I mean, you're still recovering and everything."
"El, I've never been more sure about something," she said kissing him, " We'll just be gentle, but I don't want to wait another day to be with you."
"I love you, Liv"
"I love you too." With that, Elliot, kicked off his jeans, leaving him in only his boxers, scooped her up and carried her off to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. The twosome proceeded to have a wonderful evening of pleasure, and getting to know each other on a more intimate level than ever before. After they were finished, they laid in bed together, their bodies glistening with sweat, and intertwined in the sheets. Elliot rolled over on his side and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, gently placing it behind her ear.
"Well, I'm thinking that counts as kissing you, does that mean that you live with me now?"
"I don't know, are you asking, like really asking?"
"Yeah, I want you to move in with me. I want this to be home for both of us."
"Ok"
"Ok? As in that was way too sudden to ask that kind of question and now you're freaked out, and I totally ruined the moment, and I'm such an idiot..."
"El,...stop," she said, rubbing her fingers along his arm, " I'll move in. On two conditions."
"Those are?"
"That we get to do this more often," she said kissing his lips.
"I think that can be arranged," he said holding her close to him, gently running his fingers through her hair, "I'm so glad you're ok."
She laced her fingers through his and pulled even closer to him, " I'm glad that we're ok," she paused, her face filling with worry, " but what about work? I mean it'll be a couple weeks until I get the casts off, and can go back, but what's Cragen going to say about all this?"
"He already knows. We had a chance to talk a couple of times while you were in the hospital, and he said that if anything ever happened between us, that we could remain partners as long we kept it totally out of work."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but that means we can't make out in the interrogation room," he said pretending to stick out his lip to pout.
"No, we just have to make sure that everyone else has gone home first," she returned, kissing his pouting lip.
"I like the way you think Detective Benson. Wait. I know one of the conditions, what's the other one?"
"Well, it's tied into the first one," she said blushing.
"Liv, what is it? You're blushing. I don't think I've ever seen you blush," he said admiring how cute she looked , with a tint of redness on her cheeks, even in the moonlight.
"I've had this fantasy of making love to you in the shower for a while now, and I'd like to experience it for real."
"Oh...shower sex, hell yeah, I'm there."
"Really? So, Stabler, You have any fantasies I can help you out with?"
"The crib"
"Really?"
"Yeah. Do you know how many times we were up there just the two of us trying to catch a few hours of sleep, but the entire time I spent fantasizing about going over to your bed and making love to you?"
"You're not alone," she replied, grinning, "...Elliot?"
"Yeah?"
"What's gonna happen when I move in here? I mean we've never really dated or anything. I'm afraid we're going to hate each other."
"Liv, I've known you for 8 years now. I know you well enough to know what I'm doing and not regret it. I know that we're probably going to fight more in a day than most couples do in a year, but I also know that I'd rather spend one day fighting with you than the rest of my life with someone else."
"Ahh, Stabler, you read that off a card?"
"Hey," he said putting up his hands in mock defense, "I can be sentimental when I want to be. It just doesn't happen very often. Gotta be manly," he said, flexing his muscles.
"Do you think we should at least go on a date first before we jump into this and I come in and invade your bathroom?"
"Liv, we've been on tons of dates over the past 8 years. We're way past our first date."
"Hmm...I don't remember those dates unless your idea of a good date is watching creepy people on stakeouts and sneaking out of work to go down the block to Starbucks for some real coffee," she said rolling her eyes, feigning frustration.
"Hey you forgot about early morning breakfast runs after you text me in the middle of the night and just have to talk to me on my steps. My personal favorite."
"Wow, Stabler, You really know how to treat a girl!" she proclaimed, sarcasm lacing her voice.
"Yep, always the charmer," he replied grinning at her.
"I guess I'm just scared that this won't work out. I mean, you're always the one I go to after I end it with a guy and complain about how horrible the sex was. If we end it, then who will I talk to?"
"Well, first of all, from the activities earlier this evening and your response to them, I doubt that the sex will be horrible, and secondly, you'll always be my best friend, and I would never let anything come in between that."
"But what if it does, and we don't work, and then I have to transfer...I would have to move out, and..."
"Liv," Elliot said placing his finger over her lips, "has anyone ever told you that you worry about details way too much?"
"Yeah, but it's what I do, its what makes me a good detective."
"It's what makes you a great detective, but sometimes the details can't be planned for, and you just have to take a chance. Liv, please take that chance with me."
"Ok, as long as we can just take this slow. I want to get to know you as Elliot my boyfriend, not Elliot my hot once-married and totally off limits partner."
"I'm ok with taking it slow, as long as it means that I get to take it slow with you. We'll just take it one day at a time," Elliot gently pressed his lips against her forehead, nuzzling his nose in her hair.
"Yeah," Olivia closed her eyes, allowing herself to feel Elliot's warmth and touch, "so did you ever think it would be you and me?"
"Nope, never. I always wished it would be, but I doubted you would feel the same. And now..., I like this whole you and me thing."
"I couldn't agree more," she said closing her eyes, her eyelids heavy from sleepiness.
"Liv, go to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up."
"Thanks, El. Good night."
"Night, Liv."
A/N: Don't worry, we're not done yet. They work at SVU, did you think that their lives would just be happily ever after? Nope, let the drama continue!