The Donor

Chapter 2

A/N: Words in italics are a flashback.

TW: For possible consent issues, in this chapter. If you've seen The Switch (2010, starring Jason Bateman and Jennifer Anniston) than you know what event I'm referring to. This warning will be in affect for chapter 2. If this topic bothers you, please don't read this story or skip chapter 2. No physical assault takes place. This story is light hearted and inspired by a comedy!

Olivia Benson's Apartment

Drunk. That was the only word to describe her partner. He was hammered.

He had arrived an hour late, the 'party' was already in full swing, and the first thing he did was get himself a drink.

He had barely said two words to her. Olivia wasn't sure what crawled up his ass today, or if he was just uncomfortable being the only man present aside from her donor Manny, who had happily agreed to stay after he had made his deposit in a cup in her bathroom earlier that day.

Olivia had met Manny at a coffee shop by the precinct a few days prior and she was pleasantly surprised how well they had got on.

She frowned slightly though as she remembered telling Elliot about the encounter the day after, while they sat in their cruiser on a stakeout.

"So how'd it go?" Elliot inquired as they both got comfortable in their respective seats.

Olivia didn't need to guess what he was referring to.

"Actually it went way better than I expected, we ended up talking for hours, we even had dinner. We just, I don't know, connected right away. I got to learn so much more about him, stuff that was definitely not in his profile."

"Like what?" Elliot asked, honestly curious, but not being able to help his twinge of possessiveness at the thought of her getting to know this guy, and genuinely liking him.

"I don't know, little things, where he grew up, his family, what he wanted to be when he got older, he already has a teenage son, shocking I know, but he got a girl pregnant when they were only 16. His son is a star athlete and studying law at Columbia, so good genes it would seem."

Elliot scowled, "So you're definitely choosing him?"

Olivia nodded beside him, "Yes he's definitely the one, we hit it off, he joked we could always do it the old fashioned way if it doesn't workout the first time."

Elliot scoffed, "Is he married?"

"No, he's recently single, why?"

"Of course he is," Elliot muttered, swiping his hand down his face.

"Whatever," Olivia murmured. "He's coming over before the party to make his donation."

"Do I get to meet him before that?" Elliot grumbled.

"Uh, I mean, if you want to meet him that badly, I guess you could come early too?" Olivia responded questioningly.

"Whatever, as long as you're happy." Elliot found that this had become his new mantra.

Olivia snapped out of her flashback as she watched her partner stumble into her bedroom, she guessed in search of her bathroom.

She sighed as she tried not to think about what took place earlier in that room. Her eyes darted to Manny who was talking animatedly with Casey and Melinda.

Casey had invited a few other female officers who worked at the 16th as well as a few old friends of Olivia's from her college and academy days.

Manny had arrived an hour early, before anyone else. She had set things up in the bathroom for him. She provided the cup and some lubricants. She also took the initiative to buy him some x-rated magazines.

Manny had been a good sport about it. He even joked that she, Olivia could probably get him going just as easily. Olivia didn't know what rules or regulations the fertility company had, but Manny had hinted at them maybe grabbing dinner again sometime.

Olivia couldn't say she wasn't interested. He was a great looking, smart, funny, single, athletic man, a rare specimen for sure. But she didn't particularly fancy the idea of getting involved with her sperm donor. The whole point of this was that she was doing it on her own because she didn't want to wait around for Mister Right any longer.

Olivia got the rest of her apartment ready as Manny made his deposit. He was in the bathroom for about half an hour. Long enough for Casey to arrive a bit early, alcohol in hand, to help with any last minute details.

When Olivia introduced them, Casey was thrilled, immediately inquiring if he had a brother.

There were about 10 people in her apartment. Any more and it'd be too much. She wasn't drinking, as she planned to do the insemination that night. She looked down at her watch wondering if she should go check on her partner, who had been in her bathroom for 10 minutes. Before she could check that he hadn't passed out somewhere, she was roped into a conversation with Mel, Casey and Manny about the prospective baby.

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He had chugged one beer, then two. Next he discovered the scotch. He had been hydrating on that ever since. He lost count after his third glass. He was borderline drunk but he didn't know how to handle this situation.

He spotted the cup and dirty magazines on the counter in the bathroom. Shit, he wouldn't have needed those magazines to make a deposit. Just picturing his partner would get him hard. Especially with the dress she was wearing today. He didn't get to see her in dresses very often, unless she was going undercover or on a date. Two circumstances he personally hated. The dress she was wearing had thin straps, that wrapped around her neck, clinging to her voluptuous breasts before flowing down her torso and ending a couple inches above her knees. It showed off all her glorious curves in all the right ways.

"What does he got that I don't?" Elliot slurred.

Elliot picked up the cup, "So what's he's a rocket scientists, pshh, and can run, asshole I can run too, and maybe I'd be a rockets launcher too if I didn't get stumped by long division in the seventh grade."

"I bet even his stupids swimmers can swim," Elliot chuckled to himself as he mockingly tipped the cup over in the sink, as if he could see the sperm swim in it.

"Oh shit!" Elliot exclaimed when the lid slid off and the contents poured out.

Elliot dropped the cup in the sink, before scooping it up, and trying to keep any of the liquid inside.

As he placed the half empty cup on the counter he cursed, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Fucking rocket scientist can't even screw a fucking lid on, are you fucking kidding me? Shit, shit, shit!"

Elliot took out his cell phone, and hit 5 on his speed dial.

"John Munch speaking," the voice on the other end answered.

"Munchhhhhhhhhh," Elliot stage whispered into the phone.

"Munch she's gonna, shit she's really gonna do it mans, and I fucked up, I always fuck things up man," Elliot slurred.

"Shit, Elliot are you drunk?"

"Mmhm, yes I drank," Elliot murmured.

"Elliot where are you?"

"Hiding in her bathrooms, Munch mans I shit, man, she's gonna have a fucking baby!"

Munch chuckled, Olivia had confided in him and Fin a few days earlier about her plans. "Yes that's the idea."

"And he's here Munch and fuck he's not me. Rockets he rides rockets for a living. Fucking idiot though can't screw a fucking lid on, I gotta go, gotta fix it," Elliot stuttered.

"Make good choices!" Munch yelled into the phone before hearing a dial tone as Stabler hung up on him.

Elliot groaned dropping his phone back into his pocket.

"Olivia," he moaned, "I can fix this, I'll fix it."

He knew it wouldn't take much in his current state, he pictured his sexy partner, coming into the bathroom, demanding he make a baby with her the old fashioned way. That low gravely voice, telling him she wanted him to be her baby's daddy, as she sat on the counter and lifted her flowy skirt, revealing just how much she really wanted him.

Elliot undid his belt, and pulled down his zipper. He grasped his hard shaft, freeing it from the confines of his plaid boxers.

He grabbed the cup off the counter and for good measure he squirted a pump of lube into his right hand before setting an aggressive pace that he thrust against over and over.

It didn't take long indeed, he closed his eyes, imagining it was his partner's warm, wet tunnel that he was bucking into, and not his hand.

He felt the pull in his lower abdomen and balls, two tugs later and he was groaning as he spilled his seed into the small container.

"Fuck, Olivia fuck," he whined.

Elliot released the grip he had on his dick, and placed the cup back on the vanity. Trying to catch his breath he grabbed some tissues and wiped himself off, before slipping back into his boxers and doing up his pants.

He walked over to the sink and thoroughly washed his hands.

Elliot made sure to screw the lid on tight, and as he was putting everything back where he had found it, he heard a knock on the door, followed by the sexy voice in his fantasy, calling out for him.

"El? You in there? Everything okay?"

Elliot took one final look around the room before opening the door, "Yeah, hey sorry, just uh needed a minute, that scotch hit me fast."

Olivia quirked an eyebrow at him. It was hard not to notice the flush of his skin, or the slight sweat that had accumulated above his brow and on his neck.

Elliot walked past her into her bedroom, stumbling as he tried to keep his balance despite the room spinning on its axis.

Olivia rushed over and grabbed him by his waist, "Why don't you lay down in here for a minute? Just until you can walk a straight line again," she suggested while slowly depositing her partner on her made bed.

Elliot groaned, "Maybe just a minute," he agreed, he was starting to feel particularly tired, but alcohol and a good orgasm would do that to him.

"Alright El," Olivia whispered as she removed his shoes. "I'll check on you later."

"M'kay Oliviaaaaa," Elliot slurred. "I'm in your bed Liv, you ever thunk you'd get me in your bed, I'm so easy," he chuckled.

Olivia groaned, she couldn't handle a flirtatious Elliot right now, "Just close your eyes, I'll be back."

She watched her partner sigh, a big closed lip smile adorning his face. She still didn't know what possessed him to get shit faced at her party, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know either. He had been single for a while now, and before Gitano and Oregon they had always toed the line of appropriate flirting. Gitano had erased that line completely. Oregon had drawn a new line.

They didn't touch one another anymore unless it was absolutely necessary. They didn't talk about their dating life. They didn't spend time alone in one another's apartments. It was like they were walking on a wire, always trying to keep the balance in their relationship.

Olivia would be lying if she said she never considered her partner as a romantic prospect. But he had been separated and divorced for over a year now and he had never made a single move or even hinted that he may want something more.

Olivia sighed, she didn't want to wait and see. She was getting too old for that shit. She wanted a baby, she wanted to start a family. And Elliot already had a family. He said he would support her but she highly doubted he would ever want a woman like her to be the mother of his child, especially when he already had supermom, president of the PTA Kathy, as the mother of his offspring.

Sure that he was asleep, Olivia made her way back to the party that was thankfully winding down. She appreciated her friends coming over and celebrating this next step in life with her. She truly did appreciate all the support she had been given. She had worried people would judge her, condemn her, tell her she couldn't do it on her own. Instead everyone had applauded her initiative, and told her what an amazing mother they thought she'd be.

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"So I know my part is done," Manny said as he lingered at her door, "But I was wondering if I could see you again?"

Olivia smiled politely, she had been expecting this, "Look, I'll be honest, if we had met under different circumstances I'd say yes in a heartbeat, but I'm just not sure-"

Manny cut her off, "No trust me I get it. Just think about it? You have my number, balls in your court Olivia."

Manny leaned forward and gave her a hug, "Thank you, for everything," Olivia whispered against his ear.

Manny nodded and released her, "No problem, call me if you need anything, or it doesn't work, or if you want to hang out," he rattled on.

Olivia smiled, "I will, get home safe."

Manny grinned before turning and walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

Olivia locked her apartment. Despite drinking quite a lot too, Casey had stayed later with Manny, and together the three of them had cleaned most of her apartment.

It was nearing 8 o clock and she hadn't heard a peep from her partner. This was the time she had planned to do the insemination. Grabbing the kit she would need, Olivia proceeded to her bedroom.

She could hear her partner's drunk snoring before she even entered her room. Shaking her head she grabbed a change of clothes and headed to her bathroom.

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Elliot woke with a start. Wondering what startled him he heard the sound of running water. Looking around he realized he was in Olivia's bedroom, he had been sleeping on her bed.

The clock beside him read 9pm. Sitting up slowly, nursing a pounding headache, he scrubbed his hands over his face. He still felt slightly tipsy and he was having a hard time piecing together what had happened earlier that night and how he ended up alone in his partner's bedroom, apparently asleep on her bed.

Elliot shifted to rest his feet on the ground, glancing up when the bathroom door opened to reveal his partner, tying a silky gown around her waist. He caught a glimpse of some kind of thin tank top and short pajama shorts but now all he could see was a silver robe and lots of long tanned legs.

"Did you do it?" Elliot asked, his voice low and gravely.

Olivia nodded, crossing her arms underneath her chest.

Elliot didn't know how he felt or how to respond.

Elliot nodded too, as they stared at each other, they were only separated by 6 feet, but it felt more like 6 time zones.

A/N: Beta'd but all mistakes are mine. There will be time jumps ahead. Thank you for any kind words you can spare. English isn't my first language and I've always been very self conscious about writing.