A/N: Hi everybody. This was meant to be up this morning but some things came up, crucial things. I was feeling a little down today because of it so this was a perfect way to keep my writing muscles working.
Anyway, we have come to the conclusion of this story. Let me just say, to all that have read, followed, faved, and reviewed, thank you so much. You guys are simply the best and I can't thank you enough for sticking with me as this story proceeded.
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As I've said. After this I shall be working on my short story, titled: Won't Leave You Behind. It'll be out next week sometime so be sure to check it out :)
Want to give a shoutout to my good friend Olivia Hargitay. It's her birthday next Tuesday, and I guess this is my present to her a few days early :)
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Epilogue: My family
Ten Years Later
7:02 AM, December 24th, 1979; Stabler Household, Houston
Eyes fluttering open softly, Olivia Stabler awoke to a wonderfully familiar feeling. A languid purr escaped her as warm lips descended on the skin of her neck. "A girl can get used to a wakeup call like this," she said, though with the early morning haze her voice was even huskier than normal.
Elliot smiled against her skin. His beautiful wife's voice was like bottled sex, especially in the mornings. "Can I blame myself?" Moving upward, kissing the delicious column of her neck as he did so, he finally reached the little patch of skin directly below her ear. "You are irresistible Mrs. Stabler." He began to suck.
Olivia let out a moan. "Mmmm, and that's Dr. Stabler… oh yes." Any thoughts of sleep – or having a conversation for that matter – were thrown out the window. Growling, Olivia turned quickly and captured her husband's lips in a hungry kiss, enjoying the groan of pleasure only she could give him. Ten years of familiarity on top of their previous time together (at least for Olivia) had only heightened their mutual need rather than diminished it. And said mutual need was intensifying at that point, Elliot slowly nudging Olivia on her back as he took up the space above her. 'Oh, what a wonderful world.'
Suddenly the door to their bedroom flew open, soft feet pattering on the carpet. "Mommy, Daddy," piped two little voices. "It's Christmas Eve!" Soon enough, as always, four-year-old Lizzie and Dickie leapt right on top of the bed – or more accurately right on top of mommy and daddy. "Wake up mommy and daddy."
"They get that from you," Olivia mumbled against Elliot's lips, thanking God they had donned pajamas the night before.
Elliot broke the kiss and narrowed his eyes at her. "Why is it whenever they do something irritating they take after me?"
"Because I said so," she smirked.
"Mommy!" Dickie whined, wanting attention. He tugged at her shoulder.
Grinning, Olivia shot upright and enveloped her son, tickling him mercilessly. "Good morning Munchkin."
"Sounds like fun," Elliot said, quickly snatching up Lizzie and doing the same, the sound of happy giggles filling the bedroom.
"Mommy… stop," Dickie squealed.
"No more daddy," laughed his sister, kicking her feet.
Deciding the kids had had enough Elliot and Olivia stopped, pulling each twin into their side. The boisterous toddlers stared up at their parents, Dickie having Olivia's eyes and Lizzie having her father's. "So, you guys are ready for Santa right?" Elliot asked, Lizzie and Dickie nodding vigorously. "That's good, always be ready. In fact," he beamed at Olivia. "You guys can help mommy bake Santa's cookies later today, but only if you go downstairs and eat all your breakfast."
"Yay!" they shouted happily. "Cookies, cookies!"
Smiling like an idiot as he watched his little ones dart off, Elliot turned to see Olivia scowling at him. 'No, not the Benson glare.' "What did I do?"
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Seriously El? I love the twins but you know how they are when they "help" me bake." She wasn't really angry at him but enjoyed watching him fluster. It was just so adorable.
"But they love helping you Liv," Elliot replied, getting on his knees and positioning himself behind her. "They love their mommy almost as much as I do." Bringing his hands to her shoulders, Elliot began to knead the knots of sleep out of them, dropping feather light kisses to her pulse to heighten the sensation.
"That's good," Olivia replied huskily. 'Damn his magic touch.' It had been this way since their college days, the way she relaxed at his touch; it was almost as if her body recognized the feel of his fingertips, of his lips. "But I'll be covered in cookie dough and sugar."
"Don't worry sexy," Elliot said, sucking at her neck. "I'll clean it all off afterwards, personally."
"Mmmmm," she moaned, "I like the sound of that." The mood from earlier was now back.
The sharp wail from the adjacent bedroom ended it once again. "Mom! Dad!" Nineteen year old Maureen Stabler charged into their room, mixing the determined strides of her father with the fierce certainty of her mother. "Eli and Becca are at it again."
"Couldn't you calm them down Maur?" Olivia asked. Her eldest and the apple of her eye was currently on break from Harvard, having insisted on going to her dad's alma mater. Elliot had been so proud.
"I tried, but as usual," she smirked, "They want mommy."
Chuckling, Elliot kissed his wife once more behind the ear before rising. "Don't worry baby. Check in on Eli and Becca. Maur and I will get breakfast ready. Sound good sweetie?"
"Sounds like a plan daddy," Maureen smiled. Ever since they had told her ten years before Maureen had been the ultimate daddy's girl. It made Olivia melt.
Donning her robe, Olivia padded to the nursery, opening the door to be greeted by two wailing little humans. "Oh my little ones," she cooed, eyeing six-month old Rebecca and Elliot Jr. "It's ok, it's ok." With years of practice with their first set of twins she hefted both into her arms, sitting on the rocking chair in the corner. "Mommy is here."
Her screeching newborns immediately quieted down. Their little eyes, Eli's azure blue and Becca's chocolate brown, gazing wondrously at their mother. "Looks like all you needed was mommy huh?"
Looking at her beautiful babies, hearing the laughter from downstairs, Olivia sighed happily. 'How did I get such a wonderful life?'
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3:56 AM, December 24th, 1979; Stabler Household, Houston
Groaning, Elliot smacked the palm of his hand into his face from frustration. "No John, Skylab disintegrated earlier in the year. It is not mapping Santa's Village to be used as a secret ICBM base."
"That's exactly what they want you to think. Someone at the office must have mentioned 'Dropkick.' That's the code for the operation!"
Wiping a dab of batter off Dickie's face, Olivia looked up from the kitchen. "Munch?"
"Yep," Elliot replied, rolling his eyes.
"At least he's drawing up Christmas themed theories this time," she chuckled.
Elliot laughed with her until he heard muffled shouting on the other end. "Stop acting like a child and stuff the turkey!"
"You can't tell me what to do!"
"Bite me!" He heard a door slamming. "Hi Elliot," came Alex's cheery voice. "Merry Christmas."
"Uh, merry Christmas to you too. Everything alright?"
"Yeah, why?" she asked in a puzzled tone.
"Never mind." No matter how long it passed since the 'incident' ten years before he could never truly get their marriage. "Getting Christmas dinner planned I see."
"Yep. The twins are coming over, as is Casey."
"Still happily single?"
"Without a doubt, and she knows not to bring over any of her dates to my house. They're younger than the boys," Alex shuddered. "Anyway, tell Olivia I said hi and I'll talk to her tomorrow."
"Gotcha. Bye Alex, and tell John bye as well."
"Will do." There was a click as it disconnected.
Elliot had just risen when a eight year old trotted up to him. "Daddy, it's time to put the star on the tree." Owning blue eyes and a light complexion, Kathleen looked just like him, though Olivia's personality through and through.
He made a faux ashamed expression. "How could I have forgotten?" It was tradition, every Christmas they would wait until Christmas Eve to place the star on the tree. "Thank God I had my little pumpkin to remind me." Reaching down, Elliot hefted her into the air. 'How did I ever deserve such a wonderful family?'
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2:07 AM, December 25th, 1979; Stabler Household, Houston
"Refresh my memory El," Olivia stated simply, the ghost of a grin formed on her lips. "How is it that you design rockets for a living but you can't even put together a tricycle?"
Swearing under his breath, Elliot twisted the instruction sheet sideways, then upside down, then sideways again. "Give me a moment Liv, I'll figure it out. Can't be harder than the dimensions for the solid fuel boosters for the Space Shuttle."
Kids long since gone to bed, the giggle of young voices murmuring about when Santa would likely arrive, Liv and El had padded out of bed in the wee morning hours to move the gifts from the basement and set them around the tree. Or at least they were trying.
"Here, let me." Olivia picked up the screwdriver. "Hmmm." She pursed her lips, grabbing a screw lying on the carpet and inserted it into a downward facing hole. Once it was tightened the tricycle could stand on its own. A triumphant grin was plastered on her face.
"Don't say it," Elliot grumbled.
"Don't say what," she replied innocently. "That the great and powerful Elliot Stabler got showed up by a girl?" Olivia batted her eyelashes. "Now why would I say that?"
"Little minx," he muttered, not helping the smirk that formed on his face. Rising, he moved to the fireplace and turned on the gas, a butane lighter igniting a roaring fire. Heat soon bathed the living room in warmth. "Now," Elliot murmured, eying Olivia in her silk robe hungrily. "How about we finish what we started this morning. A hand set itself on her tanned, toned leg. She was just so beautiful in the low firelight.
Her body instantly warmed itself, the sensation having nothing to do with the crackling fire. "El," she whispered apprehensively. His hand was slowly moving higher, inching its way up her shin and onto her thigh. Fingertips sent tendrils of pleasure coursing through her. "The kids are upstairs."
Elliot couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips. "They're zonked out Liv. Katie, Lizzie, and Dickie aren't going to come down because of Santa, and you know how Maureen sleeps." It was a battle just to get her out of bed. "Besides," his fingers danced on her inner thigh as he leaned into her ear. "I want to unwrap my favorite Christmas present." Elliot knew his wife was just as insatiable for him as he was for her.
Groaning, Olivia reached for the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His kisses took her breath away as they always did. Soft lips molded together, parting to allow tongues free access to caverns already explored. How could this man turn her, the confident, tough as nails Dr. Olivia Benson, into a pile of love-struck mush? Olivia moaned into Elliot's mouth as their tongues connected, surrendering control to him. She loved him; and knew he loved her.
Feeling her surrender to him, Elliot slowly lowered his love to the floor. He pulled back from the kiss. Her hair was splayed out on the carpet like a halo, lips red from their kisses. Her honey skin was glowing from the firelight, her ample chest rising thanks to her breathing. "You're beautiful." If anything she was more beautiful than she had been on their wedding night.
Even after decades Elliot could still make her blush bright red. She was the luckiest woman on Earth, the sexiest, sweetest, handsomest man ever created staring at her as if she were a goddess. As if it were the first time they kissed. "Come here baby." Olivia reached for him, needing to feel her love against her.
Untying the sash of her robe, Elliot eased Olivia up to slip it out, leaving her in nothing but a sheer red negligee. "So that's why you were in the closet earlier." He played with the hem, handing deliciously high on her thigh. "You are irresistible Liv."
"I'm glad you like," she smiled sultrily. "Now," Olivia husked as she slowly pulled a lace strap down her shoulder. "Why don't you take off your clothes so you can start unwrapping me?"
Growling, Elliot practically ripped off his t-shirt and pajama pants. Soon he was standing in nothing but his boxers. Cracking his neck, Elliot looked down and saw Olivia staring hungrily at his upper body. "See something you like Mrs. Stabler?" He knew he had her speechless when she didn't retort "That's Dr. Stabler."
Olivia's brain had turned to the consistency of goo. 'It should be a sin to look so good at his age.' Almost fifty, Elliot's upper body was still delightfully firm, muscles rippling underneath taut skin. Though faded, the scars from Chosin were still there; Olivia found them alluring however. They were a reminder of his strength, his determination to stay alive and come back for her. "Take off those boxers Stabler."
Elliot blinked; Olivia's voice had taken an almost feral edge to it. "So sexy," he husked, fingers curling around the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down. Lips curled into a shit-eating grin at the look on Olivia's face. "Why Dr. Stabler. I think you are speechless."
"Ellll…" she whined. Olivia rubbed her legs together to ease the ache, feeling wetness pool out of her. "Take me please."
Hearing the desperation in her tone, Elliot took pity on his poor wife. Without waiting he nestled in between her legs. "So gorgeous," he whispered, latching to her neck and sucking in the skin there. "Delicious and mine."
"Yours baby," Olivia moaned, running her hands down his back. "Only yours. I… ah… always will be… oh yes, more." He had eased down the top of the negligee, exposing her luscious breasts. Tweaking one between his middle and forefinger Elliot sucked it in his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth. "Don't tease me El," she gasped. "I need, ah…"
Reaching between her legs, Elliot brushed the red lace aside and plunged two fingers into her waiting heat. "You were saying Liv?"
"Mmmmmm." Feeling his fingers pump in and out, Olivia shamelessly rocked her hips, trying to take as much of him as possible. However he pulled out. "No, no, no, no!" she whimpered.
"Sorry baby, I just need to be inside you." Peeling off her soaked panties and lifting the negligee off, Elliot knew he couldn't wait any longer. Crashing their lips together, he embedded himself to the hilt in a single thrust. "Jesus Liv," he said through clenched teeth. She was so damn tight. Even after four pregnancies.
"Oh my God! Elliot!" Olivia screamed, biting down on his shoulder as he began to thrust deeply. "Harder!" There was no better feeling than having Elliot inside her. No matter what position he took or role they played, she could always feel his love for her. The care he took to not hurt her in any manner. He was everything to her. "I'm close El."
"Me too," he ground out. "God Liv, so tight." Elliot found it harder and harder to push through the tightness, her walls clenching around his dick like a vice. Speeding it up, his fingers found her clit and stroked.
"Jesus. I… Elllllll!" Olivia crashed her lips to his to muffle her screams, biting on his lower lip as she let go.
Feeling her rippling inner muscles was just too much. Their tongues warring for dominance, Elliot let go, spilling into her. Eyes were locked as the couple rode out their climaxes, bucking and writhing together.
Soon after, Elliot rolled them over so that Liv was on top of him. "Here baby," Elliot cooed, reaching for a blanket and covering his wife's trembling back.
Her heart melted at the obvious gesture of love. "Oh El." A tear fell from her eye, Olivia cupping his cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too," Elliot replied, kissing her knuckle.
Olivia snuggled against his chest. "You came back for me."
"And I always will."
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7:18 AM, December 25th, 1979; Stabler Household, Houston
Five hours later, Elliot and Olivia were fully dressed and sitting side by side on the couch as their children ripped open their presents. Arm wrapped around his wife's waist, her head tucked into the crook of his neck, Elliot gazed at his family with a look of adoration. Kathleen tore into her gifts with gusto, squealing when she found her new doll. Lizzie and Dickie ran around the tree giggling. Maureen meanwhile had Becca and Eli propped up against her, showing off their new gifts. Both babies stared with inquisitive eyes. 'Smart just like their parents,' he thought, choking up. 'To think it almost never happened.'
Hearing the sniffle, Olivia snuggled closer to her husband and placed a kiss underneath his jaw. "I love you," she whispered so that only he could hear. Elliot didn't respond, instead tightening his grip. She understood.
"Mommy?" Olivia looked to see azure blue eyes staring at her. "Is daddy all right?" Kathleen asked.
Shaken out of his trance, Elliot leaned forward and pulled his daughter into his arms. "Daddy's just fine pumpkin," he said, kissing her on the top of her head. He pulled Olivia into the embrace. "I've never been happier."
Shadowy forces, seeing them pawns in the geopolitical game of chess, tried to force them apart. But they had proven resilient, and as soulmates found each other once more.
The End.