A/N: Last time, Elliot and Olivia finally consummated their relationship, and it was epic. Those two were meant to be together, and everyone knew it except NBC, grrrr.
In this chapter, you are about to be introduced to a new concept:
Congressman Brand Fluff – the rhetorical device of writing fluffy scenes that make the reader want to go "Awwwwe," but they cannot because of major suspense placed intermittently throughout the chapter.
Enjoy [grins evilly].
PS: I revised the political situation in the previous chapter's AN.
Disclaimer: Hello, NBC. Yes, give them to me! No? Damn, I thought that would work.
This chapter is for SVULover13. If you like good EO, check out her fic When Love Comes Knocking.
Chapter 13: A Fool in Love, With You
Her eyes fluttering open lazily, the first thing Olivia noticed waking up was the presence of a large, masculine hand holding her protectively around her waist. Her mind momentarily went into panic mode before she realized who it was, the panic replaced by a warm, content love. Sighing happily, she took pleasure in the position she was in, lying one her side while Elliot kept her snugly pressed against him. It was wonderful being in this position while not in a dream.
Seeing the bright green numbers of the digital alarm clock, Olivia knew that they would have to get up soon. Hearing Elliot's soft breathing behind her, she felt it would be cruel to wake him up. Slowly lifting his hand, despite loving his embrace Olivia slipped out of the bed fully nude. Striding to the bathroom, she winced from the soreness between her legs. A wide grin broke out at recollecting the events of last night and the early morning. They couldn't get enough of each other, and Olivia only hoped that it would always be this way with them.
Reaching the door, Olivia looked back; her heart fluttered seeing the love of her life sleeping peacefully. The sheer muscled power that was Elliot Stabler was as imposing as ever, but his face seemed to take an innocent, serene quality in his sleep, a quality she found adorable and sexy. 'How could one man do this to me?' she thought. Truly happy for the first time in her life, she entered the bathroom, eager to get under the warm spray of the shower.
Elliot woke a little bit later. Without opening his eyes, he inhaled the air around the bed, still infused with Olivia's intoxicating scent. There were no words that could describe how much he loved her, how much she meant to him. Expecting her to be curled up in front of him, Elliot did a double take at finding an empty bed. Sitting bolt upright, he was about to call her name when he heard a soft humming drift out of the bathroom. He smiled, knowing he had found his Liv. Leaning over the edge, he could just make her out through the tinted glass doors of the shower, growing hard just thinking of how the water ran down her delicious curves. Slipping out of bed, he crept silently toward her, eager to wrap his arms around her once more.
Rinsing the soapy foam off her body, Olivia was about to turn off the spray when she heard the door open and felt a pair of large arms encircle her waist. "Morning," she heard Elliot say as he placed a feather light kiss on her shoulder.
"Mmmm, now who could that be?" she teased, loving the feel of his strong hands on her skin.
"Someone who loves you," he answered back.
"Hmmm?" She loved ticking him off, and knew just how to push his buttons. "Is it Cassidy?" Olivia smirked at his growl; it turned into a gasp when she felt him bite her neck softly. "Or is it the, handsome, caring, and wonderful Detective Stabler that I happen to love?"
"I'll take answer choice B gorgeous." He kissed up to the sensitive spot right behind her ear, getting harder at the sound of the moan that emanated deep within her throat.
Olivia was growing wetter by the second. "El, were the four rounds last night not enough for you?" In lieu of answering, he trailed his hand to her clit and started circling. "Ahh," she bit her lip. "Me neither."
Elliot felt her push back against him, her hips bucking at his movement. It stroked his ego knowing that it was his touch that made Badass Benson turn into a quivering mass of jelly, though in all fairness she did the same to him. 'I wouldn't have it any other way.' Breaking contact with her neck, he lightly bit her ear. "Do you want it Liv?"
Instead of answering back she tilted her head, her hair sexily wet and clinging to her scalp, and kissed him full on the lips. Taking that as an affirmative, he plunged two finger inside her, catching her moan in his mouth. Their tongues fighting for control, the kiss continued as Elliot kept pumping quickly in and out, bringing her to the edge quickly. Olivia screamed as she came, clenching down on his fingers as she rode his hand to lengthen her climax.
Without stopping, Elliot raised one of her legs and plunged his hardness into her, earning a gasp form Olivia. Unlike last night, he was dominant and she couldn't help how turned on she was. "El, El, El," she murmured as he trusted inside.
"God Liv, you feel so good." He licked her back and slammed into her, earning a whimper. He slowed down, instantly concerned. "Are you ok Liv?"
"No," she grunted, a wave of guilt crashing down on him. "Harder!" she clarified through gritted teeth; relieved, he gladly complied with the order, cupping her breasts. It wasn't long before they climaxed together.
Toweling off after their shower, Olivia inspected herself in the mirror. Her whole neck and shoulder were covered in red hickeys, clearly displaying Elliot's fondness for that particular part of her anatomy. Looking behind her in the mirror, she could see Elliot was grinning. "You really are smug about this aren't you?"
"Uh?" he thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess I am."
Olivia shook her head. "You really are a sex addict."
"Only with you gorgeous, and you weren't necessarily demure last night either. Who was it who slammed me against the wall?"
Blushing, Olivia couldn't counter his argument. "What can I say baby? I guess the addiction's mutual." She began to leave the room.
"Damn right it is," he chuckled, swatting her on the ass. Wheeling around, Olivia gave him her best Badass Benson glare. "Oh detective," he faked fear. "Are you going to punish me?"
"Wouldn't you love that," she said, laughing at his buffoonery.
"I would, most definitely."
"Oh go get dressed Stabler," she chuckled, pulling up a fresh pair of panties and selecting trim jeans a light blue turtleneck that matched Elliot's eyes, laying out a navy button-down and another pair of jeans for Elliot. "Hey El, I'm going to call my parents, see if they can meet all of us at the park after lunch."
"Oh joy," Olivia heard Elliot whine sarcastically, making her giggle.
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Don Cragen lived in a medium-sized brownstone townhouse in Greenport Brooklyn, a near-direct shot for them on the 495 from Little Neck. "Doesn't he get lonely with your aunt's death?" Olivia asked. Since Don was now the closest thing she'd ever call a father-in-law (not that she would have rather had Elliot's asshole father in their lives), and she felt it imperative to get to know him better.
"He's rarely there anymore, and when he is he usually has me, Em, or the kids. We all used to go there back in the day when my dad was in an especially foul mood; he always welcomed us with open arms."
"I'm glad you had him in your life El," Olivia replied.
Elliot nodded, his eyes glassing over. "He was more of a father to me than my real one was, damn his soul." Despite all the progress he'd made, the pain would never fully go away. Olivia knew that from her own experiences, and vowed to be there for him at every step of the way.
The car turning silent as they reached Cragen's street, a soft melody arose out of the radio.
Earth Angel, Earth Angel,
Please be mine,
Shifting the car into an empty space about a hundred feet from the house, Elliot took Olivia's soft hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
My darling dear,
Love you all the time,
Their eyes met, their hearts melting at the love it the other's eyes.
I'm just a fool,
A fool in love, with you.
Leaning down, Elliot kissed her softly on the lips. "I love you." Just the feeling of her made everything good again, made all his problems disappear.
Olivia couldn't help the comforting warmth that spread through her. Cupping his cheek, she beamed at him. "I love you too."
Exiting the car, the two walked hand in hand toward Cragen's house, talking and laughing. "So El, my mom said she and daddy would meet us after church and lunch in the park." At the silence, she coked an eyebrow at him. "Oh come on El. If you don't know daddy likes you after yesterday in the precinct then I give up."
Groaning at the wrong turn this conversation was taking, Elliot figured she wasn't going to stop unless he answered. "I don't think he hates me, but every time we see him he gives me that look."
Olivia was confused. "What look?"
"Your look, the glare. It freaks me out."
She laughed. "Hey, wasn't it you who said my glare turns you on most of the time?"
"Well when you do it it's sexy," he retorted. "When he gives me the glare it's disconcerting."
"You are impossible Elliot Stabler," she admitted, shaking her head.
"You love me anyway," he teased.
Reaching the door, she smiled at him, her beautiful brown eyes gazing adoringly at him. "Always."
As if magically knowing they were here, Cragen opened to door and grinned at the visible affection. "Hello Elliot, Olivia."
"Hey Don," Elliot responded. "The kids here?"
"Yep. Lizzie, Dickie. Look who's here."
The sound of their little feet echoing through the entryway, the twins ran out of the living room. "Daddy, mommy!" they cried, running into Liv and El's open arms.
"Hey Pumpkin!" said Elliot, heaving Lizzie up with ease. "Did you miss mommy and daddy?" The little girl nodded enthusiastically, earning a kiss on the nose from her daddy.
To his right, Olivia was hugging Dickie as if he'd disappear if she let him go. "Hi little one. How's mommy's little man today?" Over the past few weeks, it became apparent that little Dickie was quite the mama's boy as much as Lizzie was a daddy's girl, a development that Olivia was only glad to accept. She loved all Elliot's kids, and it warmed her heart that they loved her back just as much.
"Mwiss mommy," murmured Dickie, snuggling into her neck.
Olivia glanced at Elliot with a sidelong look. "He's definitely your son El," she quipped at Dickie's fondness for her neck, causing Elliot to grin. "Aren't you little man, aren't you," she cooed, lifting him up and blowing a raspberry on his belly."
Dickie was giggling. "No mommy no."
"Looks like fun," Elliot observed, proceeding to do the same to Lizzie. Soon both of the twins were laughing and giggling unabashedly.
"Alright, alright," said Emily, entering the foyer from the kitchen. "Stop before they pee themselves." Reluctantly, Olivia complied and set her son down, only to have little Lizzie run over to her and wrap her little arms around her legs. "Wuv mommy."
A bit of her heart melted at having this little angel be in all but name hers. "Love you too baby girl," she replied, kissing her on the top of her head.
"Ok you two," Cragen said. "Let's get you upstairs to help your sisters get ready."
He and Elliot ushered the twins upstairs while Emily pulled Olivia into the kitchen. "Ok spill," Emily demanded, sounding a lot like her brother at that moment.
Olivia played dumb. "I don't know what you mean." The ever-so slight blush on her cheeks belied that.
"Don't give me that. You guys did it didn't you?" Olivia's blush grew redder, causing Emily to squeal. "Ellie finally made a move, I'm so excited!" She pulled Olivia into a hug.
Giggling, Olivia pulled away. "Yes he did. Thanks for giving us the house for the night Em."
She waved her hand. "It was the least I could do. Donny wanted the kids for the night and I bunked with one of my law school roommates. Anything for my girlfriend."
"Oh my God Em, he was amazing," Olivia gushed. She usually wasn't one for girl talk, but now was an exception."
"Ok, ok," Emily cautioned. "Please stop. He's my brother."
"I guess I am," Elliot announced, striding into the room. "Morning sis," he said, pecking Emily on the cheek. "Hey gorgeous." Elliot wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a chaste kiss, Olivia smiling and resting her head on his chest. "So what are you guys talking about that concerns me?"
She got a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I was just telling your sister about how much of a wonderful lover you were last night."
"Oh God, TMI," complained Emily.
Elliot caught on quickly and the corner of his mouth curved upward. "Well you were pretty frisky as well."
"I don't want to hear this!"
"How could I not be?" Olivia purred in a seductive voice. "You have a magic tongue…"
"LA LA LA LA! I'm not listening!" Emily rushed out of the kitchen, her hands clamped on her ears.
It took several minutes for Liv and El to stop laughing. "You are a very naughty girl Olivia Benson."
"This surprises you Elliot Stabler?"
"I guess not," Elliot conceded. "Anyway, Maureen was asking if one of these days you could take her shopping for some 'good clothes.' I offered to go but she said that I have terrible taste."
"Oh come on El, if it was up to you Maureen would be in a nun's dress until she's thirty."
"What's so bad about that?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "And what would you say if I wore one of those things?"
"As long as it's not in the bedroom, I have no problem with that," Elliot smirked. Olivia rolled her eyes.
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Being a typical Sunday morning, most of the families in the Little Neck neighborhood in northeast Queens were either in church, out to brunch, or sleeping in. If there was a better time to accomplish his task, the man did not see one coming soon.
A ghillie suit was one of the most important tools in an infiltrator's arsenal. Covered in artificial leaves and twigs, unless one was inspecting closely a person lying on bare, leaf-strewn ground couldn't and usually wouldn't identify said infiltrator. Trained to endure for days at a time in complete stillness whilst conducting surveillance, the man was confident that none of the middle-class Yanks that populated the neighborhood had spotted him. Taking one last sweep to make sure the coast was clear, he bolted for the back door of the Stabler residence.
With professional speed honed in nearly two decades of experience, the man pulled an assortment of tools out of his pack. Having observed and studied the details of the Stabler's security system, he quickly disabled the system in a way that wouldn't notify the security company. In his experience no system was foolproof, and anyone with the right training could breach it. Picking the lock, he entered the home without none of the neighbors being any wiser.
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"Ok everyone!" called out Elliot, carrying two massive trays of food from the pick-up window of the burger joint in Midtown. "For the lovely Miss Stabler, one cheeseburger with extra onions," he handed it to Emily. "For little miss know it all," he tipped Maureen a wink, "One bacon cheeseburger. For my little princess, a junior hamburger. For my distinguished captain a heart-smart grilled-cheese sandwich. For these little rugrats here a platter of chicken nuggets. For the illustrious epitome of masculinity you see before you," he wiggled his eyes at Olivia who smiled. Emily pretended to gag while Cragen chuckled. "One bacon double cheeseburger. And for the love of my life," he wrinkled his nose, "One bacon double cheeseburger with jalapenos, serrano chilies, and habanero sauce."
He set the infernal concoction on the tale which Olivia began to devour with gusto. "Mmmmm, so good," she moaned, not at all fazed by what had to be an atomic bomb going off on her tongue. "Could someone pass the Tabasco please?" The entire table stared at her. "What?"
"Jesus mom," said Maureen, slack jawed. "You should be running for the water trough like Doc Brown in the third Back to the Future right now."
Elliot was shaking his head. "No matter how many times I've seen your mother do that it never ceases to shock me."
"What?" Olivia shrugged her shoulders. "I like a little spice in my food."
Cragen couldn't help but chuckle. "In my experience Maur, Olivia always has an attraction to danger."
Maureen still wasn't convinced of her mom's sanity at the moment. "There's a difference between spice on food and chemical warfare mom. Why don't you just put napalm on the burger?"
"Maybe next time," Olivia quipped, dousing the burger with tabasco and taking another huge bite. She figured Elliot was a lot like Chinese food. Sampling him last night gave her quite the appetite. Feeling a bit frisky, she set her hand on his jeans covered thigh, creeping upward. She could tell Elliot trying to keep his cool but getting close to failure. 'Oh what I can do to this man,' she thought.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Her teasing was cut short by Kathleen. "Dickie's throwing food at me!"
"Dickie, don't throw food at your sister," scolded Elliot, still a bit frazzled from Olivia's teasing. 'I'll get you back for that Liv.'
Looking as innocent as possible, Dickie promptly chucked a half-eaten nugget at his older sister, who was not at all amused. "Mommy!"
"I'll handle this El." Setting down her H-Bomb of a burger, Olivia walked around the table and approached Dickie. "You shouldn't throw things at your sister little man."
"Ka Ka fwun," said Dickie, his smile reminding her of Elliot when he goofed off.
"Well then, I guess someone must get his punishment." She began tickling his sides, earning gales of laughter. The moment passed when she smelled something foul. "Oh God, looks like your sister made a stinky." Grabbing Lizzie, she lifted her up. "What do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"Oopsie," she mumbled, a contented, open-mouthed smile on her face.
"I can't stay mad at you. Come on let's get you cleaned up." Slinging the diaper bag over her shoulder, she carried Lizzie to the ladies room to change.
Eating his burger, Elliot couldn't help but feel completely content with his life. Olivia was such an amazing mother, and he could already see the change in his kids. Maureen wasn't as melancholy anymore, Katie was less hyper, and the twins were more outgoing now that Olivia was in their lives. All that was left was for Elliot to give her a ring and a child of her own, and he felt the time would soon come.
Cragen watched the man he considered his son in the midst of a happy thought and felt happy as well. He knew that Elliot was putting the hardship and sadness of his life behind him, and he had only Olivia to thank.
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The man was working at a brisk pace. No one would know when Benson and Stabler would return home, and stealth would be thrown out the window if he left when every Tom, Dick, and Harry returned from their midday activities and found him sneaking out of the house. Luckily, he was the best there was in this sort of craft and the phrase quick and clean seemed to be invented to describe him.
Firstly, once the blinders were drawn, every room in the house was photographed in detail, using tracing paper to draw a rough layout of the floor plan for later reference. Secondly, taps were placed in their phones and motion sensors were surreptitiously placed in key avenues of movement in the house. The gear was Russian in manufacture, and while not as state-of-the-art as ones from the US or Japan, they were cheap and easy to buy without being traced. Many a lad in his line of work was caught by the simplest of errors, and he wasn't about to lose the fight based on a mistake only a dumb wanker could make.
Once the rewiring of the house was complete, he got to work on the security system. Grabbing a spare house key, he made a mold and returned it to its rightful place. Using his knowledge of the security apparatus he added an override mechanism. From now on, if he so desired he could switch off the system from the outside; all that was left was placing the signal receiver where it could acquire his signal but be unseen.
Removing any trace that he was in the house, he crept outside, locked the door, and buried the receiver and it's wiring beneath a leafy bush to the left of the door, leaving the antenna hidden by a thick branch. Satisfied it was well concealed, he clicked the security system back on and scurried to his hiding spot to wait for darkness. Reaching the small clump of trees, he smiled when the silence indicated that no one spotted him. 'Odin is surely smiling down on me.'
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"Over here! Pass it here!" With a well-aimed spiral, Emily tossed the football to her brother. The family had met up with Ed and Laura Tucker in Central Park and were having a field day playing touch football.
Eyes fixed in on her prey, Olivia charged forward toward Elliot, slamming into him just as he caught the ball. His back hit the ground with a thud, Olivia on top of him. "Ha," she said, a triumphant look on her face.
"You cheated."
"How could I have possible cheated El?"
"Um…" he stammered.
"And the call you a detective," Olivia giggled, thinking he looked adorable. Leaning down, she kissed him, immediately deepening it once she felt him encircle her and squeeze her ass playfully. "Mmmmm…"
"Ahem!" Elliot and Olivia looked up to see a smirking Emily, her hands clasped over the twin's eyes, and Maureen, her hand clasped over Kathleen's eyes. "None of that here you two," said Emily, "We don't want the kids scarred for life."
"She's right Olivia," scolded Laura Tucker, running up to them. "Mind your manners." Her words were contrasted by the joyful smile on her lips, giving her secret approval.
"Got it mom," answered Olivia, not letting being caught in the act ruin her good mood.
"Liv, there's the look," whispered El. He was referring to Tucker who was standing next to his wife, glaring at Elliot intently.
Giggling at his observation, Olivia pushed herself off him and bounced up. "Ok kids, I think that's enough football. Who wants ice cream?"
"Me! Me! Me!" they chorused.
"Em, Cap?"
"Sure," chirped Emily.
"You can call me Don Olivia, and yes I would love some."
"Mom? Dad?"
"Lead the way dear," said Laura.
Tucker however had other plans. "I'm fine Olive. I need to speak to Stabler alone if you wouldn't mind."
Elliot had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, the same one whenever IAB came striding into the bullpen. Sensing the feeing, Olivia squeezed his hand. "I love you baby," she whispered.
Olivia always calmed him down. "Love you too gorgeous," he whispered back. "Alright Tucker, let's get this over with."
The girls and Cragen leading the kids to the ice cream stand about a hundred feet off, Tucker directed Elliot to a bench under the shade of a tall oak tree. They sat in an awkward silence for a while until Tucker spoke up. "You have four wonderful children Stabler."
The ice hadn't broken, but with that comment it had thinned considerably. "Yes they are aren't they," Elliot replied, watching as Olivia and her mother handed them their cones.
"She really loves those kids you know," Tucker continued. "Always talks about them whenever Laura and I see her. I understand they call her mom now."
"They do. It's really made a difference to have a mother in their life, as it has for Olivia to be their mother."
"That is true, I've never seen her happier than this moment." Tucker's statement was underscored as a laughing Olivia began wiping chocolate ice cream off the twins' faces. "No one, not even Laura nor I have been able to get her away from the pain of her childhood. Thank you for that Stabler."
"She helps me too Tucker," answered Elliot honestly. "Don must have told you a bit about my hardships but they'd be eating me alive if it weren't for her. I owe her everything, my life, my love, my very soul."
Tucker was mildly surprised by Elliot's candor. This was a far cry from the hotheaded Elliot Stabler that beat up suspects and went on yelling binges during cases. This was the Stabler his daughter saw and never ceased to talk about. "May I be blunt Stabler?"
Elliot cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not sure I'll like where this is going, but go ahead," he said evenly.
"When we first met Stabler, I didn't like you, not one bit." Elliot was about to open his mouth with an angry comeback but Tucker held up his hand. "Let me finish. I didn't like your attitude. Yes, you are a son of a bitch sometimes, just like I can be. I don't fault you for that, but what I didn't like was the possibility that you might hurt Olivia with your temper, which is why I kept a close watch over you in the last fifteen months."
"I would never hurt Liv…"
"Please let me finish Stabler. I love my daughter with all my heart, even if she's not of my own flesh. She's the only thing that matters to me, her and her mother. As a father you can understand that." Elliot nodded, knowing that was exactly how he felt about his own kids. "I only want what's best for her."
"As do I Tucker. I love her with all my heart as well."
"I know." Elliot was completely surprised by that statement. "Much as you piss me off sometimes Stabler, you make Olivia happy. That makes you alright in my book. I'll still be watching you like a hawk both on the job and off it, and if you hurt my Olive I'll make you wish you were never born, but your relationship has my blessing."
This had certainly gone better than Elliot had imagined. "Wow, uh, thanks Tucker. I'm sure Olivia will be overjoyed to hear about this."
"Don't think you have a free pass out of this Elliot," said Tucker with a smirk, using Elliot's Christian name of the first time instead of Stabler.
"Oh, I have no allusions about that," smirked Elliot back. "You'll probably be seeing me more than you think Ed." The two shared a knowing laugh.
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"Goodnight my sweet princess," said Olivia softly, kissing her daughter in the cheek.
"Goodnight mommy," Kathleen whispered back, snuggled under the covers. "I had fun today with you."
"Me too Katie," she replied, tucking her in.
"Your mommy and daddy are nice."
"Well how could they not be to such a lovely lady like yourself?"
"Love you mommy."
"Love you too sweetheart." Kissing her daughter once more, Olivia closed the bedroom door and crept to Maureen's room. "May I come in?" she knocked.
"Of course mom." Olivia opened the door to see Maureen sitting at her desk. "Don't worry mom, I'm going to sleep soon; I just need to finish my geometry homework."
"That's my girl," Olivia commented, hugging her tightly. Her eyes drifted to a picture on the table, one of Maureen and Kathy enjoying a girl's day out. It disconcerted her. 'Am I taking the kids away from their real mother?'
Maureen felt her mother stiffen and looked up concerned. "Mom? Are you ok?"
Wanting to get out of there, Olivia let go. "I'm fine Maur, goodnight." She attempted to leave when she felt a hand grab her wrist firmly.
"I know you mom, you're not fine." 'Just like her father,' thought Olivia, inwardly chuckling. "Please, tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing Maur," Olivia tried to deflect, not wanting to burden anyone with her emotions. It had taken years to open up to her parents, and though she bared it all with Elliot on the first day they hadn't become comfortable talking with each other until months into their partnership. Her eldest daughter gave her the stubborn Stabler glare however, so much like Elliot's it made her want to laugh. "I don't want to replace your mother," she blurted out, deciding it was best to let it out.
This was not at all what Maureen expected. "What makes you think that mom?"
"I don't know, it's just… I love all you kids so much. But you guys have transitioned to me so quickly, I can't help but feel guilty."
"Oh mom," Maureen gave her a hug. "That's not what you're doing at all. I miss my mother, of course I do. But she wouldn't have wanted us to spend our lives mourning over her. You aren't replacing her in our hearts, we just have to make more room for you."
A lone tear descended down Olivia's cheek as she hugged Maureen back. "You know, you are too smart for your own good Maur."
"And proud of it," she responded cockily, once again uncannily like her dad.
Kissing her forehead, Olivia headed for the door feeling a lot better. "Goodnight Maur, and don't stay up too late."
"I won't, love you mom."
"Love you too."
Proceeding down the upstairs hallway, unaware that distant eyes were now tracking her every move, Olivia stepped into the twins' room. She was about to announce her arrival but she stopped herself. Lizzie and Dickie were fast asleep, pooped out from their long day in the park. A loving smile on her face, Olivia approached them quietly. "Hello my sweet babies, I just want you to know that mommy loves you so much. You two, your sisters, and daddy mean everything to me, and I thank God every day that He blessed me with all of you." Leaning down, she kissed each of them softly on the forehead. "Sleep well my babies. I love you."
Turning around, Olivia found Elliot leaning against the doorframe beaming at her. Silently exiting so as not to wake the twins, she closed the door and flung herself into Elliot's embrace. "Thank you gorgeous," he whispered.
"For what El?"
"For loving me, loving my kids."
"I always will El. You and our kids mean everything to me." She pulled him down into a sweet kiss, which rapidly became heated. "Shall we resume this morning's activities Stabler?" she asked seductively.
"Sounds like a plan Benson," replied Elliot with his characteristic smug grin. The two nearly tripped over themselves getting to the bedroom.
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Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
Groaning, Olivia opened her eyes to see her cell phone buzzing on the countertop. '3:48? Damn it!' Detangling her arms from Elliot's firm grasp, she reached over to pick it up. "Benson… What is it Cap? Are you sure? Fine, we'll be there." Shaking the last bit of early morning grogginess out of her system, Olivia shook Elliot. "Baby get up." He didn't budge. "El! Wake up!" She shoved him harder, yet he remained stubbornly asleep. Deciding on what would do the trick, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, Elliot almost instantaneously responding.
Once they were both dying for air, the kiss broke apart. "What a way to wake up," Elliot said, panting but happy.
"Don called; body dump in Alphabet City."
Elliot groaned, clearly unhappy. "Can't Munch do it?"
"Apparently not, now get up lazy bones." Working on autopilot, the two dressed quickly. Olivia gave him the once over. "Well look out criminals," she said in a fake announcer's voice. "Benson and Stabler are coming."
"Don't you mean Stabler and Benson?" Elliot asked with a grin.
Olivia glared at him. "Do you ever want to have sex again Stabler?" Elliot dropped his gaze to the floor, shuffling his feet. "That's what I figured."
A/N: And there you have Congressman Brand Fluff. If you don't know whether to sigh happily or chuck a chair at the computer, then I've done my job, LOL!
I do not own Earth Angel by the Penguins, which is the song from Back to the Future (love that movie).
A note on the romance, since I'm a guy and a writer of war stories, I'm not an expert in writing romance. I've decided to write it on how I hope my relationship with my future marriage will be (not lucky enough to have a girl yet, but I'm hoping, finger's crossed).
Next up, a big case rocks the 1-6.
God Bless