I don't even remember who it was that asked me to write this one, BUT, I like where this one went. I think its kinda angsty and cute and fluffy. It's not even smutty in the slightest. So this is "Drunk" and picks up pretty much where "Jersey Breakdown" left off, maybe an hour or two later. Enjoy!
Olivia just finished her second bottle of wine and she was definitely starting to feel it. She was more than tipsy, she was definitely drunk. She heard the door close and saw Brian walk into the living room. She smiled a big goofy smile. "Bri!" She got up and walked over to him, swaying on her feet. "You're home," she whispered and giggled, kissing him passionately. She moaned and pressed her body against his.
He broke the kiss. "Liv, you okay?"
She fell forward onto him and smirked, her cheeks blushed from the wine. "I'm amazing, how are you?" she asked, her words slightly slurred.
"Liv are you drunk?"
She shrugged. "A little," she giggled and bit on his neck.
"A little? Two bottles of wine, Liv? Holy shit."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad, I'm just a little looser and a little horny," she bit her bottom lip and laughed.
"Liv, two bottles of wine is a lot. What's going on?"
She scoffed. "Nothing, I'm a forty five year old woman. Aren't I entitled to let loose and get a little drunk once in a while?" She ran her hands over his chest. "You want me baby? Cause I want you," she licked her lips and smiled.
"Liv you're drunk!"
"So, I'm still horny," she whined. "Come on baby, you know you want me."
"No, no Liv, I don't. You're wasted, come on, let's get you to bed," he said, taking her arm
"Unless you're going to be fucking me I don't want to go to bed." She ripped her arm away from his and walked into the kitchen, grabbing another bottle of wine.
He walked in and took the wine from her. "Oh no, this isn't happening, you've had enough, I'm cutting you off."
"Really? You're cutting me off? I'm a big girl Brian, not like your little whores you like to fuck."
Brian closed his eyes and let the comment go. She was drunk, she was wasted, she wasn't herself."Liv, you're done."
She glared at him. "You're not my father, you don't get to tell me what to do!" she shouted at him.
"No, Liv, I'm not your father. I'm your boyfriend. I love you, and I don't want to see you self-destruct. I'm cutting you off because if you drink another bottle of wine you're going to wind up in the hospital getting your fucking stomach pumped. I'm not going to watch you die."
Olivia pushed at his chest. "Go to hell." She walked into the bedroom, hitting the wall on the way there and she slammed the door.
Brian followed her in and saw her sitting against the wall crying. "Liv?"
She looked up at him. "What's happening to me, Bri?" She sobbed. "I'm turning into my mother." She shook her head and wiped her eyes. "I… I don't—"
"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay." He sat next to her and wrapped her in his arms. "You're going to be fine, you are nothing like your mother."
She scoffed. "I downed two bottles of wine, begged you to sleep with me and then talked about you sleeping with hookers. I'm just glad I don't have a kid, I wouldn't want to be the kind of mother she was to me," she whispered crying, covering her face with her hands. "That's my mom to a t. I'm sorry Bri. I don't know why I said what I did, I didn't mean it."
He kissed the top of her head. "I know you didn't, it's okay. It's already forgotten."
She shook her head. "I'm so broken and damaged and jaded. I don't deserve you Bri. I swear sometimes I don't know why you stick around," she said so softly she wondered if she actually said it out loud or if she just thought it.
He knelt in front of her and cradled her face in his hands, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "Look at me, Olivia. You are not broken. You're not damaged. You may be a little jaded," he teased, "but I love you, all of you. I always have and I always will." He rested his forehead against hers. "I stick around, Olivia, because I can't imagine my life without you. When Lewis had you, just the thought that I may never have seen you again, and I didn't get to tell you I loved you, killed me."
She looked into his eyes, spreading her legs, holding his face in her hands. "I knew."
"But I didn't tell you, and if that monster would have killed you, I'd have killed him. He would have taken away the only woman I've ever truly loved. I would die for you," he whispered, tears stinging his own eyes.
She pulled him into a tight hug and buried her head in the crook of his neck, sobbing. "I'm so sorry Brian. I'm sorry. Please, don't ever leave me," she sobbed, her cries coming in wails that broke his heart.
He rubbed her back. "I'm never going anywhere. I promise. Baby, it's okay. We're okay. I love you more than I could ever possibly describe." He held her tight and placed chaste kisses onto her neck.
She was hyperventilating she was sobbing so hard, her nose was running and she couldn't stop. "I- I can't stop… I can't stop crying."
He looked into her eyes. "Look at me, baby breathe. Deep breaths, in your nose and out your mouth, just like me okay?" He started taking deep breaths getting her to mimic him.
She eventually calmed down enough that her breath evened out and her tears weren't constant anymore. She looked at Brian, her eyes red and puffy, her face tear stained, her eye make-up running down her face. "I love you, Brian, so much. I'm sorry about tonight, but thank you for being here," she whispered.
He caressed her face and smiled softly. "I love you, too, Liv. And I'll always be here, no matter what, okay?" She nodded tiredly. "Come on, let's get you in the shower."
"I don't know if I can stand up straight," she looked into his eyes, slightly ashamed of her present state.
He smiled gently. "I'll hold you up; you'll start feeling a little better. Get you in some pajamas and we can cuddle up in bed together and fall asleep in each other's arms. Sound good?"
She returned his smile and nodded her head gently. "Yeah," she said softly. He helped her up and into the bathroom, sitting her on the counter.
"Stay here, I'll go get us some clothes and I'll be right back, okay?"
She nodded. She grabbed his hand quickly first and looked into his eyes, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "You're the best," she whispered.
He smiled. "No, that's you," he winked and walked back into the bedroom quickly grabbing them both pajamas and walking back into the bathroom, starting the shower.
Olivia's head was resting on the wall, her eyes closed. Her head was starting to throb and she groaned. "I'm never drinking again," she murmured.
Brian smiled and stood between her legs as the shower ran. "Come on, let's get you out of these clothes."
She smiled. "You just want to see me naked," she teased.
"It is a definite plus," he chuckled and took her shirt off. He helped her stand up and took her pants and panties off, unhooking her bra and discarding it.
"Well that wasn't sexy," she pointed out.
He kissed her forehead. "Not trying to be, baby. I just want to take care of you."
She wrapped her arms around him and smiled, her eyes closed. "You're the best boyfriend in the world."
He smiled and ran his fingers along her back. "Only for the best girlfriend," he whispered. He helped her into the shower, quickly shedding his clothes and stepping in with her. He held her steady with one arm and washed and conditioned her hair with the other before washing her body.
"You shouldn't do that if you don't want me turned on," she smirked.
He chuckled and kissed her softly. "Not tonight baby, if you still want it tomorrow morning, we can have sex all you want."
She groaned and rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Fine," she mumbled against his skin.
Once she was clean he helped her out of the shower and helped her dry off and get dressed before doing the same for himself. He picked her up wedding style and carried her into the bedroom, her arms wrapped around him and her face buried in his neck. He set her on the bed, seeing her crawl under the blankets and groan. He padded to the kitchen and grabbed her a glass of water, bringing it back to her. "Here you go baby," he whispered.
She looked at him. "Can you get me a dose of Midol while you're at it?"
"Midol? Cramps?"
She attempted to chuckle, but it hurt. "No, hangover cure my mom taught me," she murmured into the pillow. "How do you think she managed to drink herself into a blackout every night and still get up and teach at a college the next morning?"
He smiled and got the Midol as she asked, sitting next to her, rubbing her back. He helped her sit up and made sure she took the medicine before she climbed back under the covers, pulling them over her head to block out any light. He smiled and joined her and looked into her eyes. "Get some sleep baby, I'll see you in the morning," he whispered, wrapping an arm protectively around her.
She nuzzled into his warmth and let out a soft sigh. His alarm woke her up the next morning and she groaned. "Ow," she whispered.
He turned off the alarm and then went back to holding her. "Are you off today?"
"Shh," she said gently. "On call," she whispered.
"Wicked hangover?"
"Mm, I feel like I've been hit by a bus."
"Usually what happens when you drink two bottles of wine by yourself; you want more Midol?"
"Uh-huh," she mumbled. She felt him get up and he brought back a cold water bottle and two tabs of Midol. She sat up and groaned. "Everything hurts," she groaned, taking the pills, the cold water feeling good in her system. "Even my hair."
He got back into bed with her and pulled her back to him, holding her. "I just texted Tucker and told him I was sick. I think you should call in sick, too."
"Who does the squad commander call in sick to?"
"They haven't found you a captain yet?"
"There will never be another Cragen."
"No, but eventually they're going to have to put someone there, you can't be acting commanding officer forever."
She nodded. "So I delegate until I can't delegate anymore." She looked into his eyes. "You didn't have to call in sick because of me," she whispered. "I'll be fine once the Midol kicks in."
"Maybe so, but I kinda want to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend."
"When are you meeting her," she teased.
"Oh stop," he chuckled.
"I mean it; I am the farthest thing from beautiful right now."
He looked down at her. "You could be covered in raw eggs and paint and still be beautiful."
"Most people would have said something like mud," she said with a raised eyebrow.
"But that would make you sexy. Makes me think of mud wrestling," he whispered.
She rolled her eyes. "You're too much, baby."
He kissed her temple. "But it's why you love me."
She looked up at him. "One of the many reasons," she whispered. She caressed his face. "Kiss me?"
He smiled and leaned down, kissing her gently. She rested her hand on the back of his head, letting out a small moan, deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss softly. "Never have to ask for a kiss," he whispered.
She smiled and snuggled into his chest, feeling the blankets around her warding off the chill in the room. "I don't know whether I'm hungry or nauseous."
"You want me to make you some dry toast?"
"Oh boy, sounds delicious," she said sarcastically. She smirked up at him.
"Even feeling like crap you haven't lost that sass."
She shrugged. "Never will. It's why you love me."
"One of the many reasons," he winked. He gently stroked her hair. "You starting to feel a little better?"
She nodded. "Mhm." She looked up at him. "Thanks to you," she whispered.
He leaned down and kissed her soundly on the lips, tangling his fingers in her hair. He pulled her up and she climbed on top of him as they kissed. "I love you so much," he whispered against her lips.
"I love you too," she whispered back. "That offer from last night still stand?"
"Which offer was that?" he asked with a wag of his eyebrows.
"That if I still wanted it this morning we could have sex all I want?"
He thought for a minute, to tease her. "Ah, that one. That one always stands baby," he whispered, looking into her eyes.
She giggled and kissed him passionately.
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