A/N: Sorry for the delay! FF was having difficulties and I was unable to upload! Here is another installment of Unavoidable! Enjoy :) What's so special about Leyla? ANd is Lake after enriching his own life, or butting in on the Stablers'?
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Olivia moaned softly, feeling something, or someone, gently licking and lapping at her slick center. She tried to blink open her eyes, but pleasure kept them squeezed shut as she felt her assailant take her swollen clit into her mouth and suck, hard. "El," she moaned, dragging it out. "Baby what are you doing?"
"Gee, detective," Elliot cracked, sucking and licking at her core, "Can't you figure it out?" He chuckled as he pushed a finger into her to join his lips and tongue in their efforts to make Olivia cum. "I wanted a midnight snack. I chose you."
"Why?" Olivia groaned, her hand shooting to the back of his head.
Elliot bit lightly and pulled on her flesh, sucking and letting go. He worked his fingers hard, thrusting into her as he spoke. "Because I love the way you taste, the way you feel, and the way you look and sound when you cum, baby. We fell asleep. We had plans, and we fell asleep on the couch. I woke up, saw that all the kids had gone to bed, and thought, what better time to put those plans into action than now?" He bent his head again.
Olivia scratched at his scalp as he lapped up her steadily flowing juices. "Jesus, El. Oh, God," she mumbled. She moved her hand down grabbed his collar, and pulled him up, but he swatted her away.
"I'm not done," Elliot protested, licking at her again.
Olivia groaned from low and deep in her belly, bucking her hips into his hand and face. "I want you in me, baby. Now."
Elliot growled slightly, shaking his head as he worked her harder with his fingers and licked deeper. "I want this," he said, glaring up at her. "You can wait a few minutes."
Olivia's head flew back into the arm of the couch as she felt Elliot push another finger into her and thrust rapidly. "Oh, God, El," she whispered, gasping for air.
"Gimme what I want, Liv," Elliot demanded. "Cum, baby," he coached. He bit on her clit again, then sucked the nub into his mouth hard. He smirked as he felt her clamping around his fingers and he moaned as he got a mouthful of her release. He chuckled as he lapped at her and drank her in, loving every moment of her shaking beneath him. He pulled his fingers away from her, and moved up her body, sheathing his erection inside of her before she was even finished cumming, bringing on a second quick orgasm.
"Holy shit," Olivia said in a harsh whisper. Her arms moved up his body as her own vibrated beneath him.
"Fuck, yes, baby," Elliot panted. He began pumping, fast, deep, not giving his wife a chance to calm down, sending her into a fit of rolling, consecutive, endless orgasms.
"Oh, God," she croaked. "Elliot! Elliot, Elliot, Elliot," she repeated as he kept pumping, bringing her over again, her head thrashing, her nails digging into the flesh of his back.
"Liv, baby, you feel so fucking amazing," Elliot told her, panting and grunting. He pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her as he hit into her, bringing their lips together, kissing as they slammed into each other. "Liv, God, Liv," he moaned into the kiss. "I love you, baby. So much. So, so much."
Olivia, her hands now gripping the sides of his face, nodded and moaned quietly in high tones as her fourth and most powerful climax snuck up on her.
"Oh, fuck, baby," Elliot grunted, feeling her walls clench tighter around him. She pulsated and contracted and released all while keeping him locked in place, milking his orgasm. "Holy shit, Liv," he said through clenched teeth as his head dropped to hers and he spilled inside of her. He kissed her hungrily as he spurted into her, and as his own convulsions slowed, so did hers, and their kiss.
Olivia looked into his eyes. "Wow," she chuckled.
"Told you before," he said. "It'll just keep getting better. We've never had a bad experience together," he whispered, kissing her, "And we never will. I love you, baby."
"I love you, too, honey," Olivia replied. Then she laughed. "Ya know, she said, "If I wasn't pregnant, I guarantee I would be after that."
Elliot chuckled, gave her another hard, teasing thrust, and kissed her again. He pulled away and said, "You would have been knocked up by now anyway. I just can't control myself with you."
"You never have to," Olivia said, shifting away from him to get off of the couch. "One of the perks of marriage," she winked. "Come on, baby. We should actually go to bed."
Elliot adjusted himself and got up, then, too. "Yeah," he sighed. "We have a doctor's appointment before work."
"Which, thanks to your spontaneous sleep-sex, is now in less than four hours," Olivia chided playfully as they climbed the stairs. "Remind me to thank the kids for taking Josh up when we fell asleep."
Elliot kissed Olivia as, for the second time that night, he slipped out of his pants. He took off his shirt as he said, "That was Maureen. She's a good kid."
"They're all good kids," Olivia yawned, tossing the clothes that she and Elliot had discarded into the hamper. She moved over to the bed, climbed into it, and snuggled close to Elliot. "We have five really great kids."
"Six," Elliot whispered, wrapping her naked body in his arms, caressing her belly, and closing his eyes. He felt her wrap around him, and he smiled, falling asleep with her as close as possible.
"Leyla," the doctor said, squirting the cool, blue gel on Olivia's belly. "That's a beautiful name."
"We thought so," Elliot said, his hand wrapped in Olivia's, watching the monitor expectantly as nine-month old Josh slept in his stroller.
The doctor saw Elliot's face, chuckled, and turned on the monitor. "We're gonna take a look at your little girl, and then we're gonna do what's called a Four-D ultrasound. You'll get a fully dimensional image of your baby. You'll even be able to see her eyelashes."
"That sounds pretty cool," Elliot laughed. "Oh, my God, Liv, there she is!" he cried, squeezing her hand as the monitor brought the child into view.
The doctor recorded several moments and images, then switched machines. "This is the four-dimensional," he said, holding a larger scanner to Olivia's belly. "What you're about to see may shock you."
Olivia and Elliot watched the second screen, then both gasped when the image appeared.
"Liv," Elliot whispered, "She looks just like you."
"She looks so real," Olivia said, tears springing to her eyes.
The doctor laughed. "She is real, Misses Stabler."
Olivia nodded, reaching out a finger to touch the screen. "You can see her so clearly! Every little feature, her lips, her little fingers. El, look, baby, she's..."
"It looks like she's praying," Elliot said with a teary sniffle.
Olivia nodded. "She's gorgeous," she whispered, looking at the screen, as if she were really looking at Leyla.
"Well," Elliot said, "I said she looked just like you." He laughed, kissing Olivia's forehead. "She's an active one, huh?" he said, as with the next pass of the scanner the baby had moved.
"You don't need to tell me," Olivia said, rolling her eyes. "I think she's gonna be a dancer. Oh, look! What's she doing? Ow!"
The doctor laughed. "You just watched your daughter kick you. And now," he said, moving the machine, "You're watching her grab the cord. Oh, uh, Mister and Misses Stabler, it looks like her first instinct is to use the left hand. It might change, of course, but then again it might not."
"We could have a little southpaw, Liv," Elliot said with a smirk. "Just another reason she's special."
They watched the doctor turn off the machine after hitting a series of buttons. "I've printed a series of images from both machines for you,
he said. "Everything looks good, and in five months, you'll have your baby girl." He filled out something on Olivia's chart as he asked, "Is Josh walking yet?"
"He tries," Elliot said. "Ya know, he holds onto something, pulls himself up, takes a step, then wobbles and falls over. We're just letting him do his thing. No pressure."
The doctor smiled. "He's right on target," he said. "He should be up and running by the time you have this baby."
"We know," Olivia said. "We've got our work cut out for us. He will be a little over a year old when Leyla's born."
"A toddler and an infant at the same time," the doctor said. "That'll be hard."
"I've done it before," Elliot said, "And we have twins, so I'm no stranger to extreme parenting."
Olivia laughed. "That sounds like a reality show!" she chuckled. "I'm picturing you heating up bottles with a flamethrower and changing diapers on ice-skates."
Elliot laughed and kissed her. "Don't give me any ideas," he said, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled again. "Why don't we stop for ice cream on the way to work?" he asked. He helped Olivia off the table and took the printed ultrasound photos from the doctor.
Olivia grabbed the stroller and headed for the door. "That would be nice," she said, licking her lips.
"Nice?" Elliot scoffed. "Please, I know you and your cravings. If I don't get you ice cream before noon it's like you not having coffee on a regular non-pregnant day."
Olivia rolled her eyes and laughed, thanked the doctor, and left the office with Elliot's arms wrapping around her. "Do you believe that?" he asked in a whisper. "I feel like we really just saw her. It felt like I was looking at her, as if she was right in front of me," he said, still in shock. "And baby, she really does look exactly like you."
"That could change," Olivia said. "She's still develop..."
"I want her to look exactly like you," Elliot interrupted. "Josh looks like me, Leyla looks like you, Liv, we've got two perfect babies to join our other perfect kids."
Olivia kissed him, sighing as she pulled away. "You've given me the perfect life, haven't you?"
"Well," Elliot said, furrowing his brow, "If you take away the death-threats from the psychos we deal with, the crazy mothers we've had to deal with, your insane brother who keeps calling us, Stuckey trying to get us to play some weird game with him, my being haunted by Brian Cassidy for the rest of my life..."
"Elliot," Olivia said, softly, looking into his eyes.
Elliot gazed back into her beautiful brown ones, the ones he hoped Leyla, who so far was the spitting image of her mother, would have. "Yes," he said. "Our life is pretty damn perfect." He kissed her slowly, deeply, then pulled away to get Josh into the carseat.
The man watching them, narrowing his eyes and smirking, was plotting the many ways to take away their perfect life, and make it his own.
A/N: Who's watching? Does Joshie finally take his first steps? And he says another interesting word! And maybe a little bit more lovin', on family Sunday! Next! If you want it, review here, or tell TMG212 on Twitter!
