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Intentions©
Chapter 26
"Are you okay with this?" Olivia asked Elliot quietly as she lay in his arms on the living room sofa.
"Yeah though I think the bed is much more comfortable and I would much rather have you naked, the sofa and I are old friends anyway," Elliot joked.
"Very funny," Olivia smirked. "I just can't be in that bed with you, not the one that used to be hers."
Elliot kissed the top of Olivia's head before leaning his chin down on top of it. "I get it, Liv. We are going to have to think of an alternative though. We are together and I want us to be together every night."
Olivia nodded her hand tightening over top of his where they rested joined together on her abdomen. "My apartment is too small for even us and Eli not to mention the twins."
"So we get a new place," Elliot said.
Olivia turned carefully on the narrow sofa. "You want us to move into a new place, together?"
Elliot rubbed his nose against hers. "Yes,"
"El, you really need to be sure about this. It is a huge step," Olivia replied nervously.
"I am sure," Elliot said softly. "Let's get some sleep and tomorrow we can start looking at places after work."
Olivia sighed as Elliot pulled her to his chest. She really hoped that things could be as easy as he envisioned but she remembered Kathy's obvious anger and their situation at work all of which gave her a fitful sleep.
The next morning rushed by in a blur as they got Dickie, Lizzie, and Eli off to school. They barely made it into the 1-6 on time. They slid into their respective desks just as Cragen appeared slip in hand.
"Benson and Stabler, I need you two at Mercy Hospital. Munch and Fin are already at the scene and I need both of you to interview the victim. See what we can get," Cragen said handing them the slip of paper.
Olivia nodded tucking it into her pants pocket and grabbing her coat that she had just dropped on the back of her chair.
"Anything we should know about this one, Cap?" Elliot asked.
"Her brother raped her. That is what she is saying and he is missing in action," Cragen said.
"Biological?" Olivia asked wincing in preparation for the answer.
Cragen nodded sadly.
"Shit," Olivia whispered.
Elliot had a completely disgusted look on his face as he grabbed his jacket. He walked alongside Olivia out of the bullpen to the elevators. "I would ask why this ass did this but I don't even think why matters anymore. There is never a good enough reason why," Elliot sighed pushing the elevator button.
Olivia nodded sadly. "No there isn't,"
Olivia and Elliot spent the greater part of their afternoon at Mercy with the victim. Olivia stayed with her during the rape kit exam. They finally left around twelve having made plans to meet Fin and Munch at the deli down the street.
They were half way there when Elliot's phone rang. Elliot answered and Olivia watched, as his face got more and more red. When he hung up, his face was almost purple. "El, what is it?" Olivia asked placing her hand on his upper arm.
"Kathy filed for full custody and is charging me with adultery," Elliot spat.
Olivia bit down on her lower lip. "El, I am so sorry."
"She is going to be sorry. I am filing for full custody and I am charging her with abandonment. She left first and I have the evidence," Elliot said anger coloring his words.
Olivia nodded nervously. She had anticipated that Kathy would not let him go without a fight but not that she would drag their kids into it. This sounded like it was going to be an all-out war and Olivia knew it was going to get worse before it got better.
They continued to the deli with Elliot fuming under his breath for most of their walk. Olivia let him have this time to decompress; she knew he needed it. After many years of partnership, she knew Elliot moods. Munch and Fin had already grabbed a booth at the back and Elliot had calmed considerably by the time they sat down with their colleagues.
"How's the girl?" Fins asked once they had settled in and ordered their lunch.
"As good as can be expected," Olivia answered. "Any luck finding our perp?"
Munch shook his head. "Gone like the wind,"
Olivia frowned.
"He can't hide forever," Elliot said darkly.
Munch looked first at Elliot and then raised an eyebrow to Olivia. "You too have a rough morning?"
"It is fine," Olivia said glad that the server interrupted them setting down their meals. Olivia slipped half her sandwich onto Elliot's plate and slipped his pickle off.
"I saw that," Elliot teased a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
Olivia grinned biting into the pickle with a victorious smile.
Elliot bumped her hip slightly in the seat before his hand settled warmly on her thigh.
Fin rubbed his eyes. "I don't know about you guys but I sure miss Cabo?"
"I bet you do," Munch said sarcastically. "You were in an alcohol induced coma most of the time,"
"Hey, that is what vacation is for!" Fin protested indignantly.
Olivia laughed watching Fin and Munch go at it like an old married couple. She glanced over at Elliot who was now smiling and shaking his head watching them.
Elliot caught her eye giving her a wink and squeezing her thigh.
"Watch that hand, Stabler," she teased keeping her voice quiet enough that only he would hear it.
Elliot gave her a challenging look as his fingers resting alongside the inside of her thigh began to move up and down slowly. "You know you could wear a skirt sometimes," he breathed into her ear as he leaned over with the pretense of grabbing the ketchup bottle.
Olivia blushed. "Yeah and you would be totally distracted all day," she whispered in his ear before he straightened back up.
Elliot moved his hand up fast at that comment placing it between her legs right on the crotch of her dress pants.
Olivia eyes widened and she fought the urge to squirm as Elliot fingers began rubbing her roughly though the material of her pants. She made an effort half-heartedly to close her legs. Olivia leaned over closer to him. "We can't do this, here," she hissed in his ear glad that Fin and Munch were continuing their argument and seemed not be paying attention to her and Elliot's heated whispering.
"Do what?" Elliot asked innocently really grinding his fingers in.
Olivia dropped her own hand from the table. She really did need to get him to stop before she had an orgasm in the middle of the day in a diner across from her co-workers. She tried to move his hand but he was strong and clearly enjoying this little game. Olivia contemplated grabbing him but knew he would enjoy that even more. "El," she started again surprised when he listened and lifted his hand only to be stunned when he brought it to her pants button.
Elliot moved quickly unfastening the button of her pants and shoving the zipper down enough to get his hand inside. He pushed inside her panties and watched in delight as Olivia's eyes fluttered closed. Sex that morning had been quick and in the shower. Elliot was aching for more even more than what they were doing now but it would suffice until tonight. He slipped his fingers between her already slick folds wedging himself in until he could push a finger inside her.
Olivia shifted in her seat moving forward as she felt Elliot's finger slide inside. Olivia forced herself to keep her eyes open and her hips still as he rubbed up and inward, it felt so fucking good that she grabbed the edge of the table.
Elliot smiled as he watched her white knuckle the table. He moved fast only because he knew their server would come back and would be able to see from their vantage point that he was finger fucking his girlfriend. Elliot groaned when he felt a rush of wetness and Olivia clenched down on his fingers. She was so fucking responsive it made his cock ache. He heard her barely audible oh and watched as her face flooded with color.
Olivia tried to catch her breath as Elliot eased his hand out and fixed her pants for her.
"Olivia, are you okay?" Fin asked taking in Olivia's pink cheeks.
A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing this story! It is greatly appreciated. I anticipate the conclusion of this story by next month. A little more smut and drama.
