A/N: Couldn't help the NCIS reference, I'm just a huge Mark Harmon fan.
After several hours of unpacking and arranging what few things Stabler did have, the two decided on a dinner out through a silent glance at the fridge and smile at one another. Allowing Olivia to shower first, Elliot began a list of what he would need to both buy and complete for the new apartment. Careful consideration over what he could have possibly left out on his growing list ended when he looked up and allowed the pencil he was chewing on to fall out of his mouth.
"Liv," he croaked, his blue eyes widening with every second he scanned her nude body.
Smiling innocently, she slicked back her soaked brunette hair and shrugged. "Couldn't find any towels."
Elliot's mouth worked open and closed until he finally managed to say, "First door, on the left...closet."
Olivia thanked him and sauntered back down the hall, unable to control her laughter when her partner regained his voice and called out, "You're dripping on my new carpet!"
Narrowing his eyes, he muttered under his breath and attempted to control his libido. "She did that on purpose..." Scratching his head, he managed to return to his task until Olivia reappeared down the hall, this time fully dressed.
"You gonna get in, or what?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Her hair was still damp, the ends being to fluff without her proper hair equipment.
Glancing at the clock, he shrugged. "Yeah, five minutes." When he breezed past her, he growled in her ear, "You did that on purpose."
Stifling another laugh, Olivia perked an eyebrow and playfully pushed him onward. "Hurry up Stabler, I'm hungry."
When she finally heard the door close, she leaned over the kitchen counter and peered at his "list." Grinning, she ran down what Stabler wrote, reading each one out loud. "Number one: take Olivia out to dinner. Number two: Buy orange juice. Number three: Get real chairs and a bed. Number four: Get Olivia pregnant." She couldn't help but laugh at Stabler's well-meaning list. The small piece of paper was covered in his Catholic-trained neat handwriting, any free space full of names. "Baby names," Olivia whispered, ignoring the tears that lined her eyelids.
"I didn't mean to upset you."
Olivia jumped and held a hand to her chest, "Jesus El! You scared me!"
"Sorry," he leaned over and picked up the paper. "Old habits die hard," he added, referring to his Marine training years ago.
"So long as you don't do that on a regular basis..." she warned, pushing the list out of her mind.
Shrugging, Elliot readjusted the towel tied loosely around his waist and claimed, "I'm no Jethro Gibbs."
Olivia laughed and once more pushed him. "Go get dressed! Come on..."
Stalking down the hall where he came from, Elliot purposely said aloud, "What kind of name is Jethro anyway?"
Scrunching her nose, she replied, "A manly name, Elliot."
Leaving his bedroom door open as he changed, he called back. "What's wrong with my name?"
"Oh, nothing." She made sure her tone was teasingly sarcastic. Elliot would drive himself crazy trying to figure out what was wrong with his name. "Hurry up."
"I'm ready," he appeared before her, a grin on his face when she flinched in surprise. Scowling, she pulled his hand and dragged him towards the door.
"For that, you're paying."
As the waiter offered them their selective wines, they answered with a unison "No thanks." None of them wanted to be in an alcoholic induced stupor that night. Breaking off a piece of her bread stick, Olivia watched her partner silently chew on his own, lost in his head.
Popping the piece in her mouth, she chewed slowly and continued her steady gaze. Finally feeling it, Elliot looked up curiously. "What?"
"I love you."
Elliot's chewing slowed until he swallowed the piece of bread roughly. Looking with bright blues, he smiled softly and whispered, "I love you too."
Placing the piece of bread down on her plate, she sheepishly toyed with it. "Can we...?" she drifted off when she looked up and saw that he was signaling the waiter over. Feeling hurt, she watched as Elliot leaned over and winked at her.
"Check please." The waiter protested, claiming they had yet to order their food, but stopped when he caught the rosy-cheeked beauty sitting before them.
"Ah, yes sir. Check coming right up."
"Thank you." Elliot grinned. He reached over and grabbed Olivia's hand gently, caressing it with his thumb as they waited.
As soon as Elliot paid, he quickly but discreetly helped Olivia out of her seat and all but ran towards the exit, her peels of delighted laughter reaching the ears of several dining patrons. When they reached their car, parked in a nearly secluded area for this unconscious purpose, Elliot gently pulled her up against his muscled chest and backed her up until she was in between his warm body and the cool car. "Between a car and a hard place," she whispered, wiggling her hips against his.
"Liv," he breathed, gently capturing her lips with his own, her face cradled in both of his firm hands. He hissed when a twinge of pain from his healing, but slightly sore body was pressed upon non too gently. She murmured an apology against his lips, before reaching up with her own hands and pulling his head down even closer.
Fumbling with the car handle behind her body, Elliot managed to open the door and used all of his will power to pull away and user her inside. Climbing over the driver's seat and into her own, she forced herself to take a calming breath and wait patiently as Elliot jumped in behind her. "Hurry Stabler...you're getting old in your age."
"Unmanly, and now old...you're a keeper Olivia Benson." He smiled teasingly as he sped away from the curb, both hands on the wheel for both of their safety.
"You drive like him too," she whispered, pressing a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"And...?" he was unsure of whether or not that driving like Jethro Gibbs was a good thing. "He's a television character, Liv. Stop obsessing."
"He's a silver-haired fox...will you be?" her tone was low and seductive, her lips against his ear. Reaching up and running her hand over his hair and down his neck, she continued. "Will you be a silver-haired fox Stabler? Big and strong..." she nipped his ear as he drove, using her imagination for what they could be doing, rather than several car-collision death scenarios.
"I'll show you big and strong," he managed to grit out, jealousy over a fictional character being suppressed by his desire to take her to bed.
"You better," she ran a hand over the bulge in his jeans before pulling away completely, Settling in her seat like a good girl.
Finally, to both of their relief, they pulled up to Olivia's apartment complex. To her questioning glance, he muttered, "Bed."
"Ah."
"Yeah," he breathed, leaping out the car and rounding the front towards her side. "Now."
Elliot jerked awake, blinking his cerulean blues until they adjusted to the darkness. Gathering the familiar surroundings, he deduced he was once again back in Olivia's bedroom...naked. This time, he smiled as he settled back down, she was with him. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he readjusted the sheets until they covered them both fully.
He listened to her even breathing, and allowed his eyes to slide close in exhaustion. After the night they had, there would be no getting up early for breakfast, that was for sure. Sighing, he began breathing in and out slowly, until sleep infiltrated his body and allowed him to drift off pleasantly.
"Move aside Jethro, it's Elliot's house," he muttered before surrendering completely.
Olivia smirked against his chest as she felt him relax underneath her. Making sure he was fully asleep, she pulled herself away and immediately missed the warmth and firmness of his body. Grabbing his shirt from the fan, where she noticed with amusement was where it must've of landed in their frenzy, she pulled it on and padded out of the room. Reaching the living room, she settled onto the couch and curled her legs underneath her body. Sated and relaxed, she propped her head onto her hand and looked out the window. It had rained, and she traced the patterns of water rivulets on the window pane with her eyes.
"You okay?"
Jumping, Olivia whirled around to see a groggy and naked Elliot rubbing his eyes in her hallway. "El," she sighed. Pushing herself off the couch, she steered him back down the hall and back into the bedroom by his elbow. Pushing him back into bed, she answered, "I'm perfect."
"Sure?" he whispered, his eyes all ready sliding close as he curled into the warm sheets.
"Yeah," she replied quietly, running her dark eyes over his all ready sleeping form. Shaking her head, she gently ran a hand over his prickly hair and retreated back out of the room. She returned to her spot on the couch, once again staring out of the window. She loved to think there, and her thoughts were full of images of a laughing child. With bright blue eyes and dark brown hair.
Wiping away tears that she was surprised to find on her cheeks, she allowed herself to dream. Until she realized that was exactly all this was, a dream. Elliot Stabler had five children, and they were both police officers, he had to be torn between being a father away from home and working the dangerous streets of New York. How would he feel when he had children in two different homes...none of which he would be able to see often due to their hours? Olivia bit her lip and sighed, but she was jealous of what he had. She wanted what he had. She craved it.
Needed it.
Elliot found her early the next morning asleep on the couch, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks puffy. Gently picking her up with a disheartening sigh, he carried her into the bedroom and cradled her until she awoke several hours later. He wanted to be there for her, and voiced that thought in the early rays of sunlight.
"I need to be there...it's just who I am. You have to let me in Liv," he gingerly touched a pink cheek. "You need to let me in."
End.
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