Okay, I decided to write one more 'fluff' chapter as a lot of people responded saying they love the fluff. I mean, who doesn't? It's certainly more fun to write than the heavy stuff (or the Dante's Inferno essay I almost handed in late yesterday! :/ ).
But for those who want the plot to get moving, it's about to go into overdrive! I can think of at least 3 major events that will be happening in the next couple of chapters.
Don't worry though, I still have a long ways to go with this story. At the very very least another 10000 or so words :) So review & help me get those ideas down on paper! I mean keyboard...I mean word document...Oh you know what I mean.
Special thanks to Rhonda Roo & Hailey Q for the ultra sweet comments. You guys are awesome! xoxo As are all of you who review, so go do that! :)
"I'm starving!" Olivia groaned, rubbing her tummy with the hand that wasn't tightly clasped in Elliot's as they walked through the park; the street lamps just coming on to add a warm glow to the evening with the setting of the sun.
"So what else is new?" Elliot teased her, softening the blow by gently twirling her so that she was facing him and puller her closer with a hand at the small of her back so that her hard round stomach was pressed to him and he slipped a hand between them to feel.
Still holding her in his arms under the street light, their faces barely a millimetre apart, he smiled, moving his other hand to cradle her face.
"You'll start feeling her move soon," he whispered conspiratorially, a smile lighting his face in a way that the street lamps couldn't.
"Mmm, she's getting big," Olivia agreed, closing her eyes a moment as she rested her face against the caress of his hand.
"I can't wait to feel her moving inside me. I'll know she's okay then," Olivia continued in her train of thought as they approached the little Italian restaurant just beside the perimeter of the park.
"I wish more than anything I was still on the squad; then I could make sure you're safe too."
"But then none of this would have ever happened," Olivia reminded him gently as they stood outside the door to the restaurant's garden terrace – a rueful smile curving her lips as she added, "and I'd still be able to zip up my pants."
Elliot chuckled wryly as they took a seat on the lighted patio, the glow coming from the candles in the middle of the table seeming dull compared to the life and love he saw shining out of Olivia's eyes.
Getting back into the apartment later that night, Olivia shrugged the jacket off her shoulders Elliot had draped around them as they'd walked home and the cool night air chilled her.
But the cool temperatures were only a small part of the reason Olivia's nipples puckered as they stepped into the warmth of the apartment.
Sliding a warm hand underneath her collar, Elliot traced the silky line of her skin, cleanly undoing the buttons of her shirt as his fingers deftly relieved her of the unwanted layer.
"Yesss," she hissed in satisfaction as she felt her body respond wildly to Elliot's stimulations, only opening her eyes when his hand stilled.
"Are you sure you're up to this, Liv? I don't want to pressure you into doing anything if you're not feeling well."
"Elliot Stabler, I swear to you I'll die if you don't finish what you've started. Please…" she begged in a voice husky with arousal as she pulled his hands back to the swollen peaks of her breasts.
Scooping her up underneath her rear, Elliot held onto Olivia as she straddled his waist with long, lean but sinfully curvy legs and heaven help him if he could already feel the damp heat grow between her legs as she ground against him, her body telling him what it so desperately needed.
She whimpered in frustration as her still small belly got in the way of how firmly she could press herself to him.
As her pants slipped from her legs with a little help from Elliot she shuddered in heady anticipation as his tongue snaked beneath the straps of her bra, leaving a moist track which the air cooled rapidly causing the warm ache between her legs to throb with even greater need.
Still wary of hurting her, Elliot slipped a hand between her thighs, feeling to see if she was ready for him. It took all of his own self control not to combust on the spot as the velvet folds welcomed his hand with their tight slick heat, even now tightening around his fingers as if trying to draw him in further.
Olivia was past words as Elliot's finger smoothly found the tight bud of her femininity and stroked over it lightly. Her hips jerked against him and she clutched at his shoulders, needing him inside her.
Not knowing who was enjoying themselves more Elliot took Olivia's hand, snaking it down her body until it too rested just outside her body on top of the needy mound of flesh his own fingers were entangled in. He pressed her hand down over herself, pushing his own fingers in at the same time so that the pressure her hand exerted all centred in that one sensitive spot.
Olivia couldn't breathe, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but submit and ride the waves of pleasure that crashed through her body over and over again, starting again when she thought she had to be finished when Elliot began to move his index finger in tiny circles again. Tightening her, readying her past a point she had thought was possible.
Finally regaining some control of her body, Olivia loosened herself from Elliot's grasp and all but ripped the dark denim from his muscular thighs, smoothing her own palm over the impatient bulge straining behind his briefs.
Quickly they shed the rest of each others clothes. Elliot hoisting her onto the bed, crushing his lips against hers with the same fierceness of passion she cried out with as he paused just outside the shadowed beckoning cave
Filling his hands with the achingly luscious weight of her breasts he built her up to an impossible level again before teasing her, with only the tip of his shaft circling the moist entrance of her body.
"I love you," she choked out as he slowly entered into her.
"More than my own life," he answered back before going faster, the slick thick strokes overwhelming her before she could take another breath.
"Olivia," Elliot spoke through gritted teeth and she could sense the slipping control behind them.
She arched her body upwards slightly, taking him in even deeper until both their vision was filled with sparks and light and the heady roar of climax in their ecstasy.
As she orgasmed for the second time that night Olivia screamed, sobbing out his name in pleasure before submitting again to the rush of climax that clawed the fevered screams from her throat.
Elliot slumped to the side, breathing heavily, but not wanting to rest his weight against her. And gathering her into his arms, buried his face in her hair whispering how much he loved her, how beautiful she was.
Finally catching her breath now, Olivia turned her head towards him, satedly accepting a kiss from him as she held his hand to the side of her waist as his thumb brushed gently across the taut skin.
Reaching for the container of cream sitting on the bedside table, Elliot warmed some between his hands, rolling Olivia over so that she lay on her back – her naked abdomen bared to him in all its proud maternal glory.
Olivia watched through pleasure heavy eyes, loving the man in front of her with a depth so powerful she would have been did she not trust him with all of her being.
Rubbing the cream between his palms until it turned into a fragrant oil, Elliot smoothed it slickly over her stomach. The strong, capable, calloused hands she knew so well smoothed tenderly over the skin of her full tummy, gently but firmly massaging in the stretch mark oil, helping to stretch the tight drum of her belly in the hopes the muscles would ease.
He watched as the rise and fall of her chest slowed into the peaceful rhythm of almost sleep, and he tucked the blankets around her and pulled her body to him – pleased that he had been able to relive some of her discomfort and seemingly put his fiancée and their daughter to sleep.
Closing his eyes to the night as well in slumber, Elliot didn't notice the strange flash of light in the corner of the room, or the drapes sweeping shut in the apartment across from theirs.
That night may be filled with the sweetest dreams, but it was in the morning that they'd awake to a nightmare.
Uh oh, THAT doesn't sound good. Couldn't they just make hot passionate love again & live happily ever after? Don't worry, it'll happen eventually in one way or another.
Review to find out! Leave me some awesome reviews to read after church tomorrow morning! And Happy SuperBowl Sunday in advance! XOXO, Holly