Hey darlings! Wow, okay so this is the second chapter I've put up with more than double the normal word count. So does that mean I should ask for double the reviews? lol.
But it's actually funny, I stopped prefacing with the 10 review rule and you all stopped reviewing! Well, some of you anyway. Shout outs and hearts to my faithfuls! So...10 reviews? At least!
Haven't even started the next chapter yet; had to finish a stupid paper for university and this was legit the title -
Response and Observation in a Modern Catholic Mass in Parallel to the Teachings and Liturgical Order of the Didache...Yeah, EO's a lot more fun to write :)
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"Have you started a Lamaze class yet?" a curly haired woman who looked about ready to burst questioned Olivia as they sat in the waiting room the next day for their 20 week appointment .
"Uh, no…no, actually Dr. Katz is planning on a caesarean birth – I'm having twins" Olivia explained, a little taken aback at being interrogated by a complete stranger, and an extremely pregnant stranger at that.
"How far along are you?" Olivia asked, unable to help herself. If this woman was only having one, Olivia didn't even want to think about what she would look like by the time it came time for her to deliver.
"41 weeks and three days. This is my fourth" the other woman replied happily. "I've been walking around 3 cm dilated since I was 8 months but this little guy won't budge so I'm having my membranes stripped today. I'm not worried though. Each of my labours with my other three have been faster than the last. So I won't be surprised if I'm in the kitchen tonight and the baby just drops and comes right out. My husband Jamie caught our last baby all by himself in the back of our car, we didn't have time to make it to the hospital" the woman laughed and chattered on while Olivia stared at the giant mound under the other woman's dress as if when she stood up the baby would fall right out onto the seat.
"Last night, my Jamie was doing perineal massage and he said he could slip a finger in and feel the baby's head through the water sac. Have you started perineal massage yet? No? You really should – it really helps to stretch your girlfriend out for labour, and heaven knows you won't hardly be able to reach down there soon enough. Nipple stimulation also works great for regulating your contractions. Of course, when you're leaking and sensitive, it gets a little harder".
Olivia stared, her mouth agape wordless when the secretary called out a name and the woman stood.
"Ooh, that's me. Good luck honey" Olivia watched the woman waddle precariously down the hall, holding her belly like it was a sack of potatoes until she disappeared into one of the examination rooms.
"El? El, please tell me that's not going to happen to me?" Olivia whispered. "If I ever and I mean ever, start talking about my perineum or leaking breasts in public you have my permission to shoot me.
An hour later, the babies and Olivia had been pronounced perfectly healthy, and as far as anyone could tell, had suffered no permanent damage from Olivia's fall and consequent almost miscarriage.
The only thing that the doctor expressed concern over was Olivia's still ever-present nausea and blood pressure.
And when Elliot told the man of his plans to take her away for a few weeks, Dr. Katz agreed wholeheartedly, saying that he thought that just might be the perfect thing to take Olivia's mind off anything stressful.
But best of all, they had also been given permission to resume all normal activities – including sex.
"So we're going to use Cragen's cabin as a love shack" Elliot waggled his eyebrows suggestively and Olivia burst out laughing.
"And I managed to steal a few brews from the parents, maybe we'll have a totally rad party. I hope Johnny J. is there" Olivia teased back in a girlish falsetto, playing along with the whole adolescent theme.
Then Olivia snorted, patting her ever rounding tummy. "Yeah, we're really living on the edge – what with our endless supply of animal crackers and pregnancy tea. Not to mention a wife with constant morning sickness and a twenty pound sack of potatoes strapped to her front – not exactly the perky varsity cheerleader or life of the party".
"Hmm, maybe I'm just trying to keep you all to myself out here where there's no one else around".
Olivia laughed again, "Easy big guy, I'm all yours. Besides, the only other man who's interested in me right now is a sexually deviant murderer".
"Uh-uh-uh" Elliot reprimanded her, "No work talk or talk of any kind that might induce stress".
"Ugh, okay, you're right" she flashed him a mischievous smile, "So are we there yet?
"Soon, go to sleep baby – I'll wake you up when we're there".
Olivia reclined the seat a little and undid her hair from its short ponytail so she could lay her head back against the headrest.
"Mmm…Could you tell these babies to go to sleep? Instead of peanuts I feel like there's an entire group of Mexican jumping beans in there" she groaned, chuckling at the same time as she pulled up her shirt and watched the little rippling movements chase each other over her stomach.
"Okay guys, bedtime" Elliot reached over and rubbed the swell.
Almost immediately, Olivia could feel the babies quieten in her belly. "How come they always listen to you?" she griped - a rueful smile quirking up the corners of her mouth.
"They've already started playing one parent against the other" Elliot grinned, his hand now resting palm down on her precious full abdomen.
After a few minutes, Elliot could hear Olivia's breathing soften and slow and he knew she had fallen asleep.
Good, she needed the rest if the deep purple bags under her eyes were any indication. But of course she was too damn stubborn to allow herself a moment of respite – seeing it as weakness instead.
Cragen's lodge/cabin was a little less than 3 hours out of the city when there was good traffic. But now that it was the beginning of April, the mass exodus out of the city meant that they didn't pull into the driveway of the cabin until 7:00 pm that night.
"Liv, wait till I help you out of the car" Elliot called out uselessly as Olivia hopped down from the black Chevy Tahoe's passenger side.
"I'm 100% healthy, remember? And getting out of a car isn't exactly likely to increase my blood pressure" she reminded him.
"Well maybe you'll forgive me when you see what I've packed for you" Olivia walked over to him and wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck, nipping his ear lightly and tracing her tongue down his jawbone until their lips met.
"One way or another Liv, you'll be the death of me" Elliot scooped her up into his arms with Olivia shrieking giddily in surprise and carried her over the threshold.
As soon as they were in the door, Elliot dropped their bags and reached a hand behind him and slammed the door shut.
Olivia reached for the buttons on his shirt and tugged it off of him while Elliot pushed down the shoulders of her t-shirt and feasted on the delicate cleft of her collarbone, working his way down until he came to her breasts.
Pressed tightly against him, Olivia pushed her hips forward, needing him desperately.
Elliot's hands had settled around her thickened waist and were pulling her closer to him as his tongue plunged mercilessly into the velvet depths of her mouth that called out his name with a fiery trace of need running through it.
But all of a sudden, Elliot felt a different vibration under his fingers. Olivia pulled back, cheeks flushing guiltily as Elliot laughed, resting his forehead against hers.
He dropped down to his knees and spoke directly to her belly before looking up at her. "The natives are getting restless - I think our children are telling us that it's dinnertime. Do you feel up to some pasta?"
"Oh God yes", Olivia let her head fall back eyes closed in anticipation as she followed Elliot into the kitchen – the fact that they were half dressed not bothering them in the slightest, their only complaint would be that they weren't completely undressed.
"I feel like I haven't eaten in months" she pulled up a stool to the breakfast bar in the middle of the kitchen and watched Elliot unpack the bags of groceries.
After a while, she padded over to the stove, munching on a breadstick and dipping it into the marinara sauce simmering on one of the burners, "God, I'm starving".
"Ow, ooh – ha- hot!" she dropped the breadstick and fanned her tongue with her hands.
Elliot tried to smother his laughter, "that's why we wait until the food is OFF the stove" he teased as Olivia walked over to the cupboard, searching for a glass for water.
"Very funny, Elliot" she deadpanned, filling her glass at the sink before turning around and leaning back against the counter, rubbing her belly with one hand idly as she watched her husband toss the salad for dinner.
"I think Baby A is lying right across my lower belly now – right in front" she mused as she palmed the firm bump. "And Baby B is still right up in my top left".
She paused for a moment, looking downwards "It's the most amazing thing to feel them inside of me Elliot. There are two tiny little beings in there, that have got to come out somehow and they'll grow up into people with personalities and likes and dislikes and…" her eyes glazed over slightly as she got caught up in her reverie.
"I never thought I would be a mom, or feel the fluttering of life in my womb. Everyday I still wake up and see my belly and I can't quite believe its happening. It's like I'm standing, balancing on the edge of a cliff and behind me is familiar, everything I've ever known and in front of me is the future and it's black and hazy but it's pulling me closer into it. I keep having this image of my belly growing until it's so swollen it pushes me over the cliff, and I don't know if I'm ready or not".
Elliot brought the last of the dishes over to the table, "Well, dinner IS ready – and so are you, Liv".
Once they'd finished, Olivia after 3 bowls of pasta, they retired to the couch – Olivia lying across Elliot's chest as they watched a pay per view movie with the soft, flickering of the fireplace the only lighting in the room.
After a while, Olivia shifted to look over at Elliot. "I'm hungry for something else now" Olivia breathed as she swivelled around to face him with heavy lidded sex soaked eyes.
"Care to finish what you started, Stabler?" she teased him from where she sat partially straddled across his lap, pressing into the thick length of his arousal with her hips, already starting to move them in a familiar grind that almost had him coming undone.
But before he could open his mouth, Olivia pressed a finger against his lips, "and if you ask me if I'm okay doing this one more time I'll kill you" she breathed seductively down the side of his neck, causing goose bumps to rise in the wake of her lips.
Elliot grinned from behind her finger before taking it into his mouth, "I was merely going to ask if you wanted to do this here – or in the bedroom?"
Olivia pushed herself off of him, "give me a minute – I want to show you your present".
Olivia grabbed one of her duffel bags and went into the bathroom, groaning in delight as she saw there was a whirlpool tub in there – although she knew she couldn't use the water jets because she was pregnant.
After she finished changing, she eyed herself in the mirror appraisingly. It was astonishing how her body had changed already to accommodate the two little lives inside of her, and she felt a flicker of apprehension as she walked out of the bathroom, stopping just outside the main living room area.
Elliot had created a kind of nest by the fireplace on the hearth rug with pillows and throws and blankets and her chest tightened at his thoughtfulness and his wanting this to be special for her.
Tentatively, she stepped around one of the wooden beam poles supporting the roof that stood in the middle of the room and moved towards Elliot.
Elliot looked up from the glow of the fire and felt a bigger heat flow through him as Olivia came back into the room.
Her hair was tousled and wavy around her face, the ends just brushing the tops of her breasts, the lusciously full creamy orbs that were barely banded in by the red satin pulling across them.
She was wearing a kind of red satin baby-doll bra confection that ended just above her hips, exposing a tanned curve of hip until his eyes hit the beginning of red lace beginning at the juncture of her thighs.
Sheer lace boy-shorts matching the top spanned her generous hips, moving in titillating rhythm as she walked until Elliot felt he would die if he didn't touch her that very minute.
Olivia paused just a few steps away from the heart rug, looking questioningly at Elliot as she smoothed a hand over the siren's costume she wore.
"El" she cast her eyes down nervously, "I – my body's changed" she explained nervously. "I look a lot different than I did the last time we had sex".
"It's never just been sex with you Olivia, I've always made love to you – and all the love and respect I have for you has grown as I've watched you struggle through this pregnancy. You are so beautiful Liv, and if I don't make love with you right now I think I would die" he choked out, still in awe at the form of the woman in front of him that now more than ever seemed more goddess than woman.
Olivia had always been undeniably sexy, her body calling to him like a siren's song long before they were ever together as a couple. But now, she was unearthly beautiful.
Her cheeks flushed with warmth and love, her eyes pools of doubt and trust all at the same time. Her body made even more ripe and womanly with the changes their babies made.
Elliot rose and went over to Olivia. His hand pushed up the silky fabric covering her belly all while keeping his eyes locked with hers.
Olivia closed her eyes halfway and moaned, helpless as Elliot's hands rasped across her sensitized skin. The ever present ache in her lower back disappearing as Elliot cradled the weight of their children in his hands as he made love to her with his mouth, skimming over her neck and shoulders as they moved slowly towards the fire.
Olivia thought her knees would have given out with pleasure if Elliot hadn't guided her down to the carpet of blankets.
Elliot unclipped the clasp holding together the red satin and they both gasped as the material fell away, melting off of her skin like honeyed water.
Elliot: because he had never seen anything so beautiful, Olivia out of the sheer painfully delicious tightening of her nipples as they met with the cool air.
Elliot took one dusky rose peak between his teeth and tongue, noting its new heaviness and deepening colour, rolling it gently until he could feel the subtle jerks and quivers of Olivia's body tell him she was fully aroused and ready. Then he made love to the other tight bud, leaving it glistening only a moment as he lifted his head and blew softly on it.
Olivia shifted her hips and pressed her thighs tightly together against the growing pressure and heat there. She arched towards him unconsciously, lifting her hips towards, begging him to give her what she wanted, what she needed.
Elliot smiled through his kiss as he felt Olivia's reaction. She moaned softly and opened her eyes to plead silently, offering up her body to him.
His hands still kneading the soft undersides of her breasts, Elliot's mouth moved down her body, lingering a moment over where he knew each of their children lay before his tongue moved down the cleft of her thigh until he was just outside the secret entrance to her body.
He could feel the need and moist heat radiating from her as she writhed beneath his touch, breathless and unable to speak with the feeling roaring through her. Spreading in her veins like the most delicious toxin, rendering her incapable of speech or thought or movement other than to bring her closer to her lover.
His tongue plunged into her, parting the swollen folds of flesh and teasing her until her breaths came raggedly and she pulled his head up; "Now, Elliot" she panted, her voice husky with the intensity of her as yet unquenched desire.
"Almost" he whispered, bending over her to take her mouth with his again in tormenting promise.
Olivia's vision began to blur as her entire body vibrated with unspent passion, hungering for release – dying for him to quench her internal thirst.
Elliot's own breathing was ragged now, and it took every last ounce of discipline and self control not to take her the moment he saw her lying open to him – nearly losing his mind in ecstasy when she called out his name, begging him to finish , to give her the release only he could.
He plunged into her wet velvet heat, teeth clenched against the overwhelming loss of control and time Olivia always induced in him. He felt her tighten around him, her legs wrap around him needing to be closer.
One hand at the small of her back, one hand bracing himself on the blankets, Elliot thrust into her again – forcing himself to go slowly as he watched the look of wonder and anticipation on her face increase as she got closer to climax.
Olivia's hands dug into his back with a frenzied vigor as she pulled herself into him, wanting him to fill her deeper and completely.
With one final perfect thrust, Elliot drove into her one last time and sensation overflowed his body as he pumped himself into her, hoarsely yelling out her name and her name only in the throes of climax.
Olivia's entire body was primed, set on edge, every muscle quivering seeming to throb out for his touch, ready to explode into ecstasy when he did.
Long, fluid strokes stoked her passion until she screamed out for him, and with one perfect thrust Elliot came into her, filling her completely until her passion overflowed out of her body as she released in climax.
The waves of orgasm traveling all over her body, rendering her limbs weak and her voice hoarse from screaming out her passion. Elliot clung to her tightly as, their bodies staying in perfect rhythm as they peaked together, in intense and perfect accord.
Finally, Olivia came down from the dizzying heights of glory to find herself tucked in close to Elliot's body, feeling his chest explode with hurried breaths as he gazed down at her in the echoing waves of his own completion.
Again, she held up a limp finger to his lips, knowing what he was about to ask. "I'm better than okay" she gasped out, stretching her body in his arms and soaking in the delicious feeling of warmth and well being seep through her like a warm liqueur.
Olivia sighed contentedly and curled even further into Elliot, her head resting on his shoulder, just underneath his chin as his arm kept her close to him and she drifted effortlessly into the most restoring and restful sleep she thought she had ever had for this entire pregnancy.
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