A/N: How will they handle their first night away? Alone? With no cases, no work, no Kathy? Well, just fine! Until...something happens one night.
DISCLAIMER: SVU and its Characters belong to Dick Wolf. Storyline and dialogue, and narrative belong to TStabler©
The ride upstate was quiet. The children were asleep and Olivia was thinking. She was staring out the window, thinking about how the fuck she got here. How did a one-night stand with a hot Marine turn into seven years of wishful thinking and heartbreak, followed by a cosmic twist of fate and almost a month of practically being the man's wife? How the hell did she end up in the passenger side of his Chevy Tahoe, with him and his four little angels, on the way to some peaceful, woodsy cabin for three days? How many licks did it take to get to the center of a certain chocolate-filled lollipop? The answer was the same, for all of these questions. The world may never know. And Olivia didn't care. She was fucking happy.
"What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours?" Elliot asked, turning off of the country road.
"I'm trying to picture life without you, and I can't. Not without wanting to shoot myself in the face," she said nonchalantly, "So, I'm gonna stop doing that now."
Elliot laughed. "Good." He pulled onto a dirt and stone road surrounded on both sides by lush pine, maple and willow trees. "We're here, baby," he said. He parked the car in front of a fairly large log cabin. It looked like something out of a romance novel. Elliot got out of the car, walked around and opened Olivia's door, then slid the side door open to wake up his kids. Dickie groaned, but hopped out and walked, half asleep, up to the cabin door. Maureen and Kathleen, both with their eyes still closed, dragged their feet and their rolling pink suitcases to the steps. Lizzie wasn't having it, she shook her head and gruffed. Elliot chuckled, then gave in and picked her up. He carried her up to the door, slinging her over his shoulder, and turned the key. The second he pushed the door open, the kids went into their rooms and plopped on the beds, going right back to sleep. Elliot put Lizzie in her bunk and shut the door behind him.
"Welcome to the Stabler family cabin, Liv," Elliot said, holding his arms out. "The bathroom is right there, kitchen, you're in the living room, and that door is our bedroom. I had the cleaning crew change the sheets and sterilize everything," he said as he opened the door to their room.
Olivia laughed. "How romantic," she quipped. She gasped when she saw the size of the bedroom, and the bed. "Oh, El, this is gorgeous."
"Eh, it's okay. You're gorgeous," he told her, stepping closer, wrapping her in his arms. "The kids have the right idea, Liv. I think it's time for a nap." He flopped himself on the bed, taking her with him, and they laughed, happily. He wound himself around her, pulling her close. He rolled on top of her, claiming her mouth with his. The kiss was insistent, demanding, almost agonizing. He needed her. He smiled as he kissed her, reach between them and unzipped her sweatshirt, and pushed it off of her shoulders. She answered him by pulling up on his hoodie, they had to break their kiss to get it over his head, but when his rippling muscles were exposed Olivia felt it was worth it. Elliot bent down, latched his mouth onto her neck and groaned when she bucked her hips, rubbing against him, making him harder.
She couldn't get him out of his pants fast enough. Her speed and agility shocked him and he laughed. "Shit, Liv, eager much?"
"When it comes to you? Always," she said with a wink.
Elliot pulled her tank top off over her head and slid down her body, pulling her thin sweatpants off of her lean, athletic legs, taking the time to run his fingers along her skin, sending chills up her spine. When he crawled back up, he paused to lick, just once, at her hot, wet center. She gasped and wriggled a bit and he laughed, proudly. She was beyond aroused. He moved the rest of the way up her body, reattached his lips to hers, and slid into her, slowly, smoothly, and he seethed when he felt her nails dig into his back. They dug deeper as he pushed deeper. This was their way. They couldn't scream, so they grabbed and bit and kissed. As he moved faster, she dug deeper and their kiss grew harsh, biting on lips and nibbling on tongues. When he slowed down, she relaxed her grip and their kisses became gentle and sweet, and he loved alternating between fast and hard, and slow and gentle. In bed, he was like he always was, a two-sided coin, Jekyll and Hyde, and Olivia loved them both equally.
"Liv, baby," he said, during a slow moment, "Look at me."
Olivia rolled her head back toward him. She wasn't even aware her eyes had been closed. She ran her hands up his back and gripped his shoulders as she opened her eyes. He was resting his forehead against hers, gazing at her. "Damn, your eyes, El, are so beautiful," she panted. He sped up, snaked his hand between them and pressed down with his thumb, firmly, on her clit, rubbing in slow circles. "Holy shit," she screamed in a whisper. Elliot grinned smugly when he felt her tighten, and he slowed down his thrusts and sped up his rubbing. He saw the light burst in her eyes and knew that if he didn't shut her up, she was going to scream, but then again, so was he. He thrust into her one last time and crashed his mouth into hers, holding her tightly to him as they waited out their simultaneous release.
"Oh, my God, El," Olivia said with a short chuckle.
Elliot rolled them over so he wouldn't squish her, and laughed. "I told you it would just keep getting better," he said, kissing her. He pulled the blanket up over them, he set the alarm on the end table to go off in an hour, and they fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms.
"We're back," Elliot said, walking up the trail. He was holding a bucket and a fishing pole. Dickie ran next to him, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. He, too, had a child-size fishing rod and he was smiling, brightly. "I caught a fishy!" he yelled.
"He has named it Fred and wants to teach it how to play checkers," Elliot said, beaming with fatherly pride. "I tried to tell him Fred couldn't play checkers because he doesn't have any hands, and he can't leave the water, but Dickie insists that Fred can use his fins and they can play in the bathtub."
Olivia laughed. "Oh, well, did we catch any fish that we aren't keeping as pets? Ones that I could maybe, I dunno, cook? Your women are hungry," she said, slapping Elliot in the arm playfully.
Elliot whispered, "We are totally cooking Fred. Fred is a flounder. I am not keeping a flounder in the bathtub." He kissed her and heard his daughters giggle. "Oh, be quiet, you three. You're gonna have to get used to that."
"Okay," Maureen said, still giggling.
Kathleen looked up from the picnic table. "Daddy, do mommies and daddies kiss?"
"When they really love each other, and when they're happy, yes," he said. He knew exactly why she was asking. They had never seen him kiss Kathy.
Lizzie laughed and smiled. "Told you, Mo-Mo."
"Told her what?" Elliot asked, looking at the four-year old.
Kathleen rolled her eyes, and replied, "Lizzie, we all said it. You just keep saying it."
Elliot was getting very curious. "Katie, what does Lizzie keep saying?"
"That I'm their new mommy. The real one," Olivia said, a weird expression on her face. "They've been saying it all day. To me, to each other, Lizzie even told that tree over there," she said, pointing to a tall pine tree. "She told me the tree approves."
Elliot didn't know what that look on Olivia's face meant, but knowing that his kids loved her, and wanted her to be their mommy, that made him incredibly happy. "Oh, well, uh, as long as they're not telling the plant-life anything that's not true, we're okay, right?"
Olivia's eyes widened, and sparkled, and the odd expression on her face softened. He was okay with it? She heard him tell his mother that she was going to be their mommy soon, but she thought he was just saying it out of anger, to get Bernie to shut up. Knowing that he meant it made her feel warm and tingly all over.
Olivia had the fish cooked and plated in no time, and the kids went nuts over her homemade fish-sticks. She, of course, made adult filets for herself and Elliot. "Liv," Elliot said, "This is so good, baby. I didn't even know you could cook like this. You don't cook often."
"No, I don't. I only know how because I had to take care of myself most of life, and if I didn't cook, no one was gonna do it for me. I'd really rather have a nice Asian man do it for me and have one of his nine children deliver it to me on his bicycle," she joked.
"Daddy," Maureen said, "Are you gonna answer that?"
"Answer what?" Elliot asked.
"Your phone," Kathleen said. They were quiet for a moment, listening, and they heard a cell phone ringing. "It isn't mine," Elliot said. He looked at Olivia. "Is it yours, baby?"
Olivia shook her head. "No, mine's in my pocket. That sounds like it's coming from over there," she said, getting up. She grabbed a flashlight off of the table and flipped the switch, walking toward the sound. "Maybe someone dropped it on the trail, and they're calling it to find it. We should pick it..." She stopped when she found the cell phone. "El, honey, take the kids inside. It's getting cold out here."
Elliot raised an eyebrow. "What? Liv, it is not..."
"Get them in the cabin, Elliot," she said, sternly. She used her perp-hurting-voice. Elliot told all of the kids to grab their plates and go inside. "Sit at the kitchen table, do not move, I will be right in," he said, closing and locking the door. He ran over to Olivia and gasped, then hung his head.
Olivia, still shining the light in front of her, said, "Call Cragen. He'll get in touch with the precinct out here. Until they get here, I guess she's ours."
"So much for a worry-free, family vacation," he said. "Wait, Liv, how the fuck am I gonna explain why you are at my cabin, in the woods, with me and my kids, to Cragen?"
"Shit," she replied. "Um, you found the girl, you called me, then you called Cragen. I took a really fast train."
Elliot chuckled. "This is gonna be harder than we thought, isn't it? Keeping us a secret from Cragen and IAB? Munch and Fin aren't a problem..." she interrupted him.
"El, we can figure out how to lie to our commanding officer later, just call him. We've got a teenaged girl lying dead and half naked behind our cabin!"
Elliot pulled out his cell phone, dialed, and prayed that Cragen would be able to contact the local department without having to take the trip out to the cabin himself.
A/N: What happens? Do they get stuck working when they should be enjoying their weekend, or do the local cops come to the rescue? Will Cragen surprise them? Review?!