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Blame it on the Rain

Several days had gone by. Olivia hadn't seen anyone from work.

After getting the New York Times and seeing her and Michelle and Michael's big front page picture, the last thing she wanted to do was go to work and deal with the sensitive Joes that surrounded the office.

She especially didn't want to deal with Dean's rejected face and Elliot's inability to make choices, so she took a leave of vacation for the first time.

On the third day of solitude she'd come home from a meeting with the Harlem precinct and a visit with Cragen, who was doing much better, to find a manila folder and a yellow sticky note taped to her door.

Elliot's handwriting was scribbled across the page. "I need to talk. Meet me at Charlie's Ale House two blocks from your place."

Olivia knew she was alone in the hallway, but she nervously looked around before opening the manila envelope and taking out the pages from inside.

It was a copy of the divorce papers. Both signatures were on the page.

"Oh my god," she gasped audibly.

Her eye's fixated to the page as she flipped through them trying to decide what to make of it.

There was a strange guilty excitement running through her body.

She inched her way to the elevator with her nose almost touching the page and pressed the down button.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside.

An older gentlemen who lived in the building, stood next to her leaning on his cane and sucking on his denchers.

"Oh my god what did you do?"

The old man assumed she was talking to him. He smiled brightly and replied ", I'm sorry dear."

She ignored the man and continued to read every inch of the divorce agreement, the whole time talking to the pages.

"Why are you showing this to me? This is none of my business. Why can't he just ask me out on a date like a normal man?"

The old man looked at her funny and shrugged his shoulders.

She shook her head and folded the pages under her armpit. "I can't believe he actually did this. And she agreed. And I'm holding these papers."

Olivia grabbed the old man and hugged him. "I'm shaking. Feel me. I can't think straight. And he wants to see me! Now! "

"That's lovely dear," answered the old man, who was confused and wondering if it was her or his medication.

She kissed him on the cheek and the elevator doors squealed opened.

The first thing she saw as she stepped into the hallway was a giant mirror with the reflection of her schoolgirl ponytail, ratty T-shirt, and unmade face.

"Oh crap! I can't go like this."

Turning back around she insanely spoke to herself. "Olivia, what are you thinking? You're not. I have to change. Possibly shave. My hair is (pause) he's getting divorced!"

The doors closed and the old man listened to her voice fade through the wall.

SCENE

Elliot sat at the bar nervously jiggling his leg and tipping back a pint. One of the waitresses poorly belted out the last verse of Cindy Lapper's "Time After Time" on the Karaoke machine then staggered over to Elliot and leaned on his shoulder. "Hey sweetheart, can I get you some food?"

Elliot looked at his watch then downed the pint of beer. "Naw, I'm good. Just get me another Sam Adam's."

The waitress grabbed the empty glass. "What's the matter honey, you having women problems?"

"Not yet," he replied.

She laughed like a train stack and patted him on the back. "That's the attitude. When you decide to eat let me know, I'm Marcy."

Elliot smiled. "Thanks Marcy."

Olivia walked down the sidewalk in a white sundress with spaghetti straps and a low-neck line. Her long legs moved in all their glory under the skirt and her long brown hair blew off of her shoulders. Before opening the pub door she stopped and checked her make up for one last attempt to be perfect.

Elliot sat next to a heavy woman named Bonnie the Karaoke queen and chatted with her and the waitress to pass the time. Bonnie had just sung her heart out and he complimented her bold vocals. "That was amazing."

"Thanks darling. You gonna grace us with a song?"

"Oh I'm not a singer, so grace would be the last word to describe it."

Olivia walked into the bar and Marcy's eyes flashed in her direction. "Well I hope that's your lady friend, cause if not she's in the wrong bar."

Several people turned to stare. Elliot caught her in the corner of his eye and did a double take. "Liv."

The two bar hags turned away from Elliot and started a new conversation as Olivia climbed onto the bench next to him. "Hey."

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. "Hey. You look …like an angel. I mean, I feel under dressed."

She grinned. "I've seen you in less."

He grinned back at her and rubbed the small of her back. "How are you? You've been playing hooky."

"Yeah apparently a lot can happen in three days. I should have taken this vacation years ago."

Elliot nodded and took a swig of beer. "Yes, Kathy and I are calling it off."

"You ok?"

"I've never felt better."

"Honey, you want a drink," Marcy asked in the pause of their conversation.

She smiled and threw her purse on the bar. "Sure, I'll take a Franzischaskoner."

"Now that's a beer," Marcy added.

"You know it."

Marcy scurried away and the two of them sat in silence for a moment. Before Elliot could say one thing he looked at the Karaoke DJ and gave him a wink.

"So what's new at the bullpen," Olivia started.

Abruptly Elliot ignored her question and went right into what he'd practiced telling her "Liv, I have to apologize to you."

Olivia sat up straight and flashed him a bold hard ass stare. "Yeah."

"Yes, I don't know how or why you've put up with me for all this time, but I feel awful inside knowing that I have pushed you to the side for so long. I'm tired of pretending and feeling guilty. And I- And I-" Elliot got nervous just looking at her smart brown eyes. " I had a whole thing prepared to tell you and now I can't remember any of it. God, I don't know Liv. I'm—I'm ready. I want to live. I want to be in every moment of my life and I want to do this with you."

Elliot faltered a bit and tripped on his words. He rubbed his forehead searching for the right things to say and Olivia watched him with love in her eyes. " I—I'm, God I'm no good at this kind of thing. I haven't been on a date since high school, but Olivia I want to try this. I want to make us personal. I want to wake up next to you. I want to date you and kiss you and take care of you. I want to laugh with you. Hell, I want to make love to you. I need you."

Olivia was almost speechless. She wasn't one to just dive into things, and though she desperately wanted to let herself fall into his arms, she fought to trust him completely. "I hope, I mean, Elliot you didn't divorce Kathy for this reason right?" Olivia watched him play with the napkin under his glass.

"Yes and no. Liv, Kathy and I are dead. It was time, but I can't say that you didn't help me to see that." Elliot leaned in next to her. His far hand touched hers and he almost whispered in her ear. "Liv, I am a damn fool and I've ignored this far too long. If this wasn't meant to be I wouldn't be in this chair sitting next to you and you wouldn't have put that beautiful dress on or let your hair down. Put down the walls and be with me. Just trust me. I know you have it in you to trust me."

"What about our jobs?"

"Fuck it. They don't need to know."

"You know that's dangerous."

"So what, we go on pretending there's nothing there so that we can remain on the job together. Let's not lie to ourselves; we've been working under this relationship for years. If they wanted to break it up they would have done it by now. Who are they to tell us what we can and can't handle. I'm a good detective, but I'm nothing without you. Had you not been assigned as my partner I probably would have transferred a long time ago."

"Don't say that. You've taught me more about this job and myself and other people than anyone I've ever met. Elliot you were born for our job. Don't belittle yourself." She gently touched his face and pulled it close to hers. She looked deep into his eyes and found a light there, an understanding that only he could make her see. She had no reason to protest.

In mid pause the Karaoke DJ announced the next song. "Can I get Elliot up here?"

"Hold that thought," he said as he slid off of his stool, never once taking his eyes from her smile and her sparkling eyes.

He took the microphone and the mariachi trumpet blared its eight-measure intro. "This is for the woman I'm suppose to fall in love with. Everyone else would be wise to cover your ears.

Love is a burning thing

and it makes a firery ring

bound by wild desire

I fell in to a ring of fire...
"

Olivia let out a long loud laugh and whistled.

"I fell in to a burning ring of fire

I went down,down,down

and the flames went higher.

And it burns,burns,burns

the ring of fire

the ring of fire."

Elliot pulled the microphone cord towards Olivia and grabbed her hand. While singing he lead her to the small space in front of the Karaoke TV's and swayed her slowly side to side.

"The taste of love is sweet

when hearts like our's meet

I fell for you like a child

oh, but the fire went wild..

I fell in to a burning ring of fire

I went down,down,down

and the flames went higher.

And it burns,burns,burns

the ring of fire

the ring of fire."

The whole pub erupted in cheers and whistles as Elliot smiled at Olivia's blushing red face and kissed her passionately. The vocals on the track sweetly harmonized the rest of the song and they held each other unsure of the next steps but wanting to go for it.

The two of them fell into a world of their own. The DJ grabbed the microphone from Elliot's hand and they continued to slow dance into the next song.

Olivia's dress swayed with her hips and Elliot held her hand over his heart. Neither one of them could take their eyes from the others. A handsome black man took the mic and sweetly sang them into bliss.

"You've been alone, you've been afraid

I've been a fool

In so many ways

but I would change my life

If you thought you, might try to love me"

Olivia spoke into Elliot's ear. "I think I could get used to this."

"I'm glad. I was scared my voice was gonna have you running for the hills."

She laughed and her nose scrunched up the way it did when she was incredibly happy.

"So please give me another chance

To write you another song

And take back those things I've done

Cause I'll give you my heart

If you would let me start all over,

Again"

Elliot nuzzled her cheek and continued the moment in counterturn. "Do you remember our first case?"

"The Serbian rapist. How could I forget."

"I remember thinking you were going to be a handful and then I realized that you had this incredible ability to give everything inside of you to those victims. I'd never seen anybody fight for justice so passionately before. You sat with that victim and held her and you made me want to save the world. And there was one moment. That first moment that you looked up at me in that courtroom with tears in your eyes and squeezed my hand, I will never forget that. You've been my inspiration and Olivia I hate myself for letting you down. I don't want to shut you out ever again."

"I'm not a saint

I'm just a man

Who had heaven and Earth

In the palm of his hand

but I threw it away

So now I stand here today asking forgiveness and if you could just please"

Olivia leaned her head on his shoulder and squeezed his hand. "You haven't."

"Give me another chance

to write you another song

And take back those thing's I've done

Cause I'll give you my heart

If you would let me start all over

Again"

Elliot took her hand and pulled her off of the floor.

He winked at Marcy and Bonnie as he grabbed Olivia's purse and headed for the exit.

They walked outside and into a warm spring rainstorm.

The blobs of water beat on the ground and hit Olivia's legs from under the awning.

She smiled at Elliot and said in a playful tone, "Raining."

She then took her heels off and walked straight into the shower. "I'll beat you home."

Elliot jumped to catch her and laughed all the while feeling completely foolish and carefree.

It was a relief to be so absolutely head over heels for someone he'd already grown so close to.

The emptiness and hurt that he carried for years had melted away in a matter of minutes.

It always seemed to be that way with Olivia. She never stayed mad long.

When he caught up to her he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. "I got you now Benson. You are so getting the smack down when we get to your apartment."

"Is that a promise," she yelled through the rain.

"Oh that's it." He dropped her in front of her building and pulled her face to his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and jammed her tongue around the inside of his wet lips.

"Mmm. You're crazy," Elliot shuttered.

"I'm an animal."

He locked his lips around hers and lifted her legs around his waist.

He could feel her firm wet skin in the palm of his hand and the thought of it made him grunt for more.

They got to the front door and continued to roughly kiss each other while Elliot attempted to dig through Olivia's purse for the keys.

Elliot's focus wavered from the purse to Olivia's wet kisses.

She placed her hand around her back and pulled the purse from him.

Now able to use his hands he placed her on the ground and kissed her neck while exploring every inch of her body. Each raindrop was like a small gift.

She tossed her head to the side and closed her eyes in a fit of uncontrollable urges.

Her insides throbbed to be touched and she dug frantically through the purse spilling several lip glosses and a few pens onto the ground.

"God you taste good. And smell good. And feel good." Elliot pulled her leg around his body and slowly slid his hand up the outside of her thigh.

Olivia moaned and dropped the purse entirely as he nuzzled and kissed her neck and collarbone.

His hand went further and further up her skirt feeling for the underwear line.

Her whole body vibrated from the touch.

His finger tickled the skin under her lacy Victoria Secret boy cut panties and taunted the rest of her body.

She grabbed his lips and forced him to kiss her again and again, while his hand moved to the front of her body and rubbed her pulsating spot from the outside of the lace.

A finger gently slid past the lace and entered her briefly.

"Oh," she cried out almost shaking. "We have to go upstairs," she airily growled through the movement of their entwined lips.

"Why, you don't think your neighborhoods would enjoy the show," he jested as he pushed two fingers inside of her.

"Yes. Oh, my god, you have to stop." She pushed him to the side, flipped back her hair and bent over to retrieve her tousled purse.

Elliot touched her on the backside and watched as she pulled the keys from the depths of her Gucci and quickly unlocked the building.

She grabbed him by the lips and pulled him onto the elevator.

A woman from the 8th floor stood inside holding a laundry basket and looked completely embarrassed by their rowdy behavior.

Olivia pushed Elliot away from her immediately and everyone stood in silence as the elevator slowly moved towards the sky.

Both of them dripped from the rain.

Olivia's white dress clung to her curves and Elliot took in every inch of her in the light of the elevator.

Her cold hard nipples could be perfectly seen through the wet shear fabric.

He stood at attention hiding his crotch with Olivia's purse and his large fists.

Olivia glanced at him and held back a laugh.

He returned her look with a lifted eyebrow and a goofy face.

Her laughter was building inside and she made a few broken noises trying to hold it in.

Elliot playfully hit her on the arm.

She looked straight in front of her and hit him back.

The woman stood behind them tapped her foot, annoyed that she held the door for them.

Finally, the elevator dinged at her floor and they burst into the hallway and ran to Olivia's door quietly snickering and touching each other the whole way.

Once inside they stopped and took a breath.

Elliot watched her move towards the lamp on the end table to turn it down low. The lightening was an automatic mood setter.

"That's handy," Elliot said walking next to her and touching her shoulder.

He stood behind her and pulled her wet hair to the side.

"It came with the place. Supposedly this is the apartment where bachelors come to die."

Elliot kissed the back of her neck and unzipped her dress. "Not any more."

She turned around and pulled the straps from her shoulders. Her face was serine and her lips were red and poughty.

The dress fell past her full breasts and Elliot watched it fall to the floor.

He pulled off his shirt and undid his belt.

She leaned in and touched his penis through the black slacks.

His strong face taking in every move that she made, while her fingers unzipped the front of his pants and lightly touched the skin underneath.

He took in a sharp gasp of breath and she smiled knowing that he was just as excited as she was.

He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it. Then pulled her into him and lightly touched her breasts. "You're beautiful."

"You've told me that."

"I need to be inside of you."

"Well what are you waiting for."

He lifted her into the bedroom and placed her in the center of her dark purple comforter.

She sat up on her elbows and watched him take off his pants.

The idea of them being in this moment, closer than they'd ever been before, made Olivia giggle.

Elliot started to crawl on top of her and stopped. "Something funny Benson, cause I've been told I'm quite large."

She grinned and playfully gave him the evil eye. "Who told you that?"

"My girlfriends."

"Plural girlfriends? How may do you have, Stabler?"

He leaned in and nibbled on her ear. "Right now only one, but I've always wanted to have a threesome."

She smacked him on the back.

"Ow, you're so abusive," he joked.

She grabbed his penis and fondled the top of it. "Just fuck me already, Stabler."

His eyes lit up and he traced her body with his hands and smoothly pulled off her lacey underwear.

His muscular build towered over her and he rubbed himself around her thighs and trimmed wet lips.

With ease he pushed inside just a bit and watched her squirm for more.

Her hips started to circle around the top of his tormenting member and he pushed it inside of her.

She let out a quick shaken sound. She hadn't had sex in a long time and her insides were raging for more.

"Are you ok," he asked unsure about the sound and the look of pain on her face.

"Yes, please don't stop," she moaned and then forced him on his back.

Her body grinded against his. She took him inside of her and clenched around him.

Falling forward on his chest he kissed her mouth and neck as she reached full climax.

Her breath stopped and her body divulged all of its sexual frustrations.

Elliot could feel her come and he flipped her over and uncontrollably pushed himself in and out of her causing the bed to shake and squeak underneath them.

She moaned loudly with each rhythmic thrust and he pulled out releasing himself on her thigh.

For a moment he stayed on top of her, heavily breathing and watching her face as if he'd never seen it before.

Then he spooned her from behind and held her while he closed his eyes. "Olivia, I love you."

Olivia nestled in his arms and started to cry. It was the first time a man had said that to her and meant it.

She turned her face and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you too."

AN: I never go bad on a promise. So there it is EEEEEEEEOOOOOOOO! Yummy meloni sex! MMMMMMM! Let me knowwhat you think. I added a lot of girly chick flick stuff to it, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I like it, I'm just not sure it's Olivia and Elliot. But I can't tell because honestly in the show they both have their mooshy moments.