Stuck Like Glue
Chapter 3
A/N: I'd like to start off by thanking NotAContrivance, the very kind reviewer for their positive reinforcements. That highschool teacher was back in the early '90s in Boston (not that that makes it okay), I sincerely hope he's not still teaching today. I moved to the USA when I was 16, Poland was all I knew. I married the love of my life, my Polish husband when I was 20, my beta-er, but he was born and raised in the Boston area so his English is perfect (except for a strong accent :D ). Nevertheless I know it's not right for any teacher or person to tell someone that their speaking or writing sucks and to go back to where they came from until they learned the language. Thank you for reminding me of this. As they say in America…. On with the show.
As Olivia and Elliot continued to stare at one another there was a knock on their bedroom door.
"Y'all descent?" Amanda hollered.
"Come in Rollins," Olivia called out.
Amanda entered her Captain's room, the blonde detective had changed into jeans and a flannel shirt, in one hand she was carrying her iPad.
"I hope you don't mind but I thought we could call the kids before dinner?"
Olivia smiled, "Of course, come on, let's sit against the headboard."
The two women leaned against the top of the bed, leaving Elliot to sit quietly against Olivia's thigh, out of view of the camera.
Olivia looked at him before she started the call, "Please, not a word."
Elliot smirked and mimicked zipping his lips closed and throwing away the key.
"Thank you," Olivia snarked, while pressing the call button on Lucy's contact information.
Rollins propped the iPad on a pillow so her and Olivia could both see and be seen.
Two rings later and a little blonde and a small brunette boy with wide grins popped up on their screen. Both children let out excited versions of "Mom!"
"Hello my sweet boy!" Olivia cried while blowing kisses to the camera.
"Jessie, baby how are you? Where's your sister?"
Elliot stayed true to his word and didn't make a sound. It wasn't hard. Her son may not have physically been in the room but it was nevertheless hypnotizing seeing this side of Olivia Benson, the mother.
It was a role he had always wished for her and he was overjoyed that she got to experience it. A large part of him however was sad that he hadn't been there to experience it with her. Just another regret to add to his long list.
Watching her now, he had never seen her face lit up the way it was now. She positively glowed as she conversed with her son.
Elliot's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the young boy shouting 'Crap!'
"Noah Porter Benson!" Olivia scolded, as Elliot's head snapped towards her.
The phone the kids had been holding was suddenly yanked away as Lucy came into view.
"Liv, Amanda, I'm so, so sorry, my mom was baking cookies with the kids earlier and she accidentally dropped the pan and yelled 'crap'. I've been trying to dissuade them from using it ever since," the nanny explained.
Rollins smirked, "It could have been much worse, don't fret Lucy, aside from Noah obviously, what children of mine are the culprits?"
"Uhhhh just Jessie," Lucy replied.
Olivia smiled at her nanny, "It could have been a much worse word, don't worry about it Lucy."
Lucy sighed, "We're just about to start homework for the night, school is almost done for the year, thankfully."
"Alright well we won't keep you guys any longer we just wanted to check in, we love you and miss you all-" Olivia was cut off when the iPad tipped over on the pillow.
"Whoops," Rollins exclaimed, picking up the tablet but choosing to hold it in front of them instead.
"Mom…whose that guy beside you?" Noah asked shyly.
"Shit," Olivia muttered.
Amanda gave Elliot a scathing look, as if it was his fault that he obviously came into view of the camera when the iPad fell over.
"Um he's just another one of the detectives here at the work conference," Olivia replied quickly.
Elliot furrowed his eye brows. Just. Another. Detective. He couldn't pretend that didn't sting. A lot.
"Why's he sitting so close to you?" Noah persisted.
"Uh," Olivia drawled, unsure how to answer her young son.
"He's waiting to use the iPad next to make a call, there's a bit of a FaceTime lineup," Amanda supplied, laughing lightly.
The kids on the screen seemed to accept her simple explanation, making Olivia eternally grateful to her detective.
The four of them quickly said their goodbyes and Amanda ended the call.
Olivia leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes, "Thank you, I didn't know what to say."
Amanda nodded and patted her thigh, "I got you, now what do y'all want for dinner? Sergeant Bell asked me to find out once we were done our call, here I think you can see the room service menu online…" the blonde explained.
They gave Rollins their dinner orders and she promptly left.
Olivia glanced over at Elliot who aside from telling Rollins what he wanted for dinner, hadn't said two words.
"Um, so do you want to get unpacked or anything? I think we might as well leave changing until we go to bed tonight so we only have to do it once?" Olivia proposed.
"Yeah, sure whatever," Elliot grumbled.
Olivia raised an eyebrow at his underwhelming response but decided not to investigate the reason behind his suddenly sour mood.
Working together the pair managed to unpack most of their clothes and toiletries. Olivia was slightly embarrassed when she was putting away her undergarments, she figured he must really be in a bad mood because that was the moment she would've expected something from him. She wasn't sure if she was happy or not that he didn't seem to want to talk, tease, flirt, or annoy her anymore.
"Dinners here," someone called from the main area.
"Perfect timing," Olivia said, as her and Elliot had just finished up with their respective suitcases.
Together the two walked out into the living and dining area. Someone had set up the chairs in the living room so that they could all sit together.
Sergeant Bell was handing out their dinner orders from the trollies that someone had brought up from downstairs.
Olivia and Elliot took their trays from her and sat down together on an open love seat. "Uh so how are we going to do this?" Olivia asked her ex partner.
"You eat first, then I'll eat," Elliot replied with a shrug.
Olivia looked over at him, "We could alternate bites?" she proposed, not wanting him to eat a cold dinner.
Elliot sighed loudly, and ran his free hand down his face, "Just eat your food Benson."
"Jeez, fine, what the hell crawled up your butt?" Olivia whispered, rolling her eyes.
"What does everybody want to drink, beer, wine, water, juice?" Bell asked the group.
Instantly orders for beer and wine were placed, Olivia thanking sergeant Bell when she handed her a glass of red. She noted Elliot chose to sip on some water instead.
"So Captain, please tell me a bit more about yourself, how long have you been with SVU?" Bell inquired as she sat in an open chair beside Captain Benson.
Olivia smiled politely at the petite brunette, "Please, call me Olivia, and honestly there's not much to tell. I've been with SVU almost my entire career, over 20 years. I've had a few partner's over the years, was promoted to sergeant a few years ago, and I've been trying to climb the ladder ever since. Aside from welcoming my son into my life 8 years ago, it's my greatest accomplishment, the work I've accomplished at SVU."
Olivia heard Elliot snort when she mentioned her son.
Craning her neck to look at him Olivia growled, "You got a problem?"
Elliot shook his head, "Not at all Captain, but let me tell you Bell, she's being modest."
Bell paused, her mouth hanging open, her food halfway to her lips, she could practically cut the tension with a butter knife. "Well that sounds like a great life, I just don't know how you've managed to stay in that specific unit for so long."
Olivia, now planning to ignore Elliot, gave Sergeant Bell a kind smile, "The victims need an advocate, I'm just happy to serve."
Elliot chuckled, "Trust me Bell, she's the best with the kids, the elderly, all the victims. And I happen to know she works great with visiting agencies and other squads too."
Olivia narrowed her eyes, to most people that would appear to be a compliment but she saw right through it. That barb about working well with others, what the hell was that about? Was he pissed off about the over eager man that checked them in? Olivia rolled her eyes, 10 years had past but obviously nothing had changed when it came to her jealous, possessive ex partner.
Olivia steered the conversation towards Sergeant Bell, hoping to diffuse the situation with Elliot from escalating any further.
Olivia ate as quickly as she could, while responding appropriately to the questions and comments from Bell. It didn't take her long, which allowed Elliot to eat his semi warm meal in an appropriate amount of time.
"Can I get you another glass?" Detective Freddie asked Olivia from the other side of Elliot.
Olivia shook her head, "No I'm good, thank you, actually if Stabler doesn't mind, I was hoping we could call it an early night. We all had an early start."
"Fine by me," Elliot agreed, taking both their trays and standing up.
Not given a warning, Olivia stumbled to her feet.
Addressing the group at large, while he put their trays on the cart, Elliot said, "It was very nice to meet you all today but we're gonna hit the sac."
Elliot smirked as he stared at Rollins, Olivia gave his shoulder a hard push, knowing how that comment had sounded, and that he was purposely annoying Amanda again. "Yes we all had an early start to our day today, and this," Olivia held up their conjoined hands, "Has only somehow lengthened it."
The group around them chuckled.
Olivia smiled, "I don't care what you guys do," she continued, now addressing her squad, "But try to get some sleep tonight, and don't drink so much you're hungover."
"Don't worry we won't do anything more to embarrass the SVU name," Fin joked while nodding towards their cuffed hands.
Olivia grimaced, "Let's go."
Together they entered their shared bedroom again.
"You really are a piece of work," Olivia said as she closed the door.
"You're one to talk, you sure pick and choose who you hand out forgiveness to," Elliot countered.
They stood at the foot of the bed. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Olivia asked.
Elliot shrugged as he undid the buttons on his vest and work shirt. There wasn't a foot of space between them as he loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, throwing it on the dresser beside them.
"All I've heard these past months is how broken up you were over me leaving. That it took you years to recover, you, Rollins, Fin, you've all said or implied how damn crushed you were."
Olivia was shocked as she watched her ex partner continue to undress before her very eyes. "Yes what of it?"
Elliot had managed to get his vest and button up shirt off his body. They were dangling from the handcuffs, unable to go any further. "Well it didn't take you very long to let somebody back in, if your son is already 8 that is. After all the shit he put you through that you would let that bastard-"
Olivia cut him off abruptly, "I'd be very, very careful of the next words that leave your mouth regarding my son."
Elliot smirked, "How is Dean these days?"
"Dean?" Olivia asked, wondering where the hell that name had come from.
"Ha-have you seen him? God I haven't heard that name in-" Olivia replied.
"Wow, well I can't say I'm surprised, he never did seem like the family man. The dine and dash type yes, which I'm guessing this was. Still the fact you could let him between your legs after all the shit he pulle-"
SLAP
They both heard and felt it as Olivia's palm made contact with Elliot's cheek.
Not missing a beat Olivia placed her hands on his strong firm pecs and pushed him until his back slammed against a wall. Still reeling from the force of the slap Elliot exclaimed, "What the hell was that?! You're mad at me over Noah's dad missing from his life?"
"Noah's father is dead!" Olivia clarified.
Elliot gasped, "Dean's dead?"
Olivia scrunched her eyebrows, "Dean died?" Olivia shook her head, not understanding this conversation. "Noah's father died in a courthouse shooting."
"Dean died in a shooting?"
Elliot tried to move forward but Olivia held him back.
"Let me make this perfectly clear," Olivia growled in a low tone, "You don't get to have an opinion on anybody I ever have or ever will sleep with. Do you understand me?"
Elliot chuckled darkly, "You're awfully angry over someone who knocked you up and then didn't bother to stick around. Don't tell me Porter's actions surprised you?"
They were both breathing hard, Olivia's hands still pressed to his bare chest, his free hand had curled around her waist, when the dots finally connected in Olivia's head.
She couldn't help it, she burst out laughing, right in his face.
Elliot scowled at her, "Yeah, laugh it up Captain. Just wait until Noah starts asking about dear old dad, or have you already had to make excuses for that asshole."
Olivia moved her free hand and wiped away a tear forming on her lower eyelid.
"Oh my God, you haven't changed a bit! You thought, of all people… Porter, Dean Porter was Noah's father?" Olivia spewed, continuing to laugh.
Elliot narrowed his eyebrows, "Noah Porter Benson?"
Olivia laughed harder, "Shit, is that what put you in such a mood?"
Elliot shrugged, "I don't care, as you've pointed out, I wasn't there, I have no right to care who the hell you let into your bed. Just sure didn't take long, guess you weren't as broken up as everybody has claimed."
"Oh God, shit, I can't do this with you anymore Elliot," Olivia stuttered, trying to catch her breath after laughing so hard.
"Let me make some much needed corrections. Firstly I have not seen Dean since the last time you saw him, unless you've seen him in the last decade. Secondly, as I stated earlier, Noah's birth father is dead and I'm not the least bit upset about it. Thirdly, Noah, is adopted. Yes he knows, and he is aware both of his biological parents are deceased. Porter is his middle name, I changed it when I adopted him as a baby. It was his birth mother's last name," Olivia concluded.
Elliot gaped at her. He felt like a fool. He heard the name Porter when Olivia scolded Noah on the iPad, and all he could see was red.
"You didn't know he was adopted?" Olivia concluded from his ongoing silence.
"Bu-but you look alike," Elliot stammered.
Olivia nodded, "We get that a lot. Why didn't you look into him, you're obviously curious and it wouldn't have been hard."
Elliot chewed on his bottom lip, "I wanted you to tell me. Anything I learned about your son, I wanted to hear it from you, because you wanted me to know, as your…whatever, I didn't want to read anything about your personal life in some file."
Olivia gulped, suddenly aware that their handcuffed hands were still pressed against his bare chest.
"So, you didn't sleep with Porter after I disappeared," Elliot whispered between them.
Olivia shook her head, "Definitely not," she replied. Her gaze was eye level with his lips. Her eyes flickered between them and his piercing blue stare.
"You were mad and jealous at the thought I did," she concluded.
Elliot nodded resting his head against her forehead.
"Why?" Olivia practically whimpered, her voice was so low Elliot could barely hear her.
"You know why," he replied gruffly.
"Not this again," Olivia murmured.
"I can't help-" Elliot began only to be cut off.
"Where is this coming from, why now?" Olivia asked, taking a step back from her partner, their hands now dangling between them with his clothing still stuck on the cuffs.
"Come on Benson it's not like this is anything new," Elliot tried to explain.
"It's not?" Olivia asked. "You had over 20 years Elliot. You know what let's erase the last 10, you had over 12 years and you never made a single move or gave any indication that you wanted anything aside from friendship. For God sakes you were separated for years and you still went back to Kathy!"
"I love Eli, but you had to know, even then, how much I regretted the night he was conceived. I was upset and lonely and, shit Liv, of course I wish I had gone to you instead, but we were just getting back on track from fucking Gitano and Oregon! How could I risk our partnership again?"
"So is that what this is all about, what it's always been about? Was that what that was earlier today? Are you upset that you never got the chance to bed your partner?" Olivia asked, her tone dark.
"I didn't say that, nor will you ever hear me say that," Elliot groaned.
"That's what you want though isn't it Stabler?" Olivia questioned, stepping into his firm body.
"No, I want you Olivia, I miss you, I miss my friend, how could I possibly miss something that I had never experienced? I know I fucked up, but I want you back in my life, Liv," Elliot was practically begging.
Olivia chuckled and took a step back, "It's not always about what you want. Believe it or not my world doesn't revolve around you anymore. I'm a mother Elliot, I'm a CO, I have friends like Fin and Amanda who are like family to me."
"And I'm happy you have them, but does that leave no room for me?" Elliot questioned desperately.
"I-I honestly don't know…" Olivia trailed off, she couldn't look into his bright blue eyes any longer. Every second she spent staring into them, she could feel herself weakening.
"Just tell me there's a chance," Elliot whispered.
Olivia sighed, "Elliot you should know by now with you there's always a chance."
Elliot smiled weakly, "That's all I need to know, I promise I won't push you."
Olivia shook her head, "Oh no you will, because I do know you Stabler."
Elliot's smile grew wider, "Alright, how about no more arguing tonight, I'm dead on my feet, want to get ready for bed?"
Olivia nodded. Unlike Elliot she wasn't comfortable just stripping down though.
"It's a big bed, I hope you don't mind me sleeping in my boxers?" Elliot asked.
"Um, no not a problem," Olivia agreed.
"Do you want to brush your teeth and use the bathroom before you get changed? Might be easier, the less clothes we have dangling on our cuffed hands?" Elliot suggested.
Olivia agreed and the pair set out to take turns using the toilet, something Olivia found particularly embarrassing, as Elliot stood facing away from her. The only thing that made it better was that she was wearing a skirt. She took her turn trying to politely ignore her partner while he did his business as well.
Together they washed their hands and brushed their teeth. Elliot allowed Olivia the time to scrub her face clean of all her makeup.
They entered their bedroom again, Olivia knew she couldn't delay this situation any longer. After grabbing a tank top and a pair of silk shorts, Olivia stood beside the bed as Elliot took his pants off. She tried not to notice how her hand would accidentally brush his hip or thigh as he removed them.
When he was finished he placed his pants and socks on top of the dresser with his earlier discarded tie.
"Your turn," he said, as he sat down on the bed.
Olivia grimaced, "Don't look."
Elliot laughed, "Are you serious? Olivia Badass Benson is about to strip down in front of me and I'm expected to close my damn eyes?"
"Elliot!" Olivia moaned.
"Oh God, please say that again, in that exact same tone!" Elliot joked.
Olivia scratched her forehead, "Look, despite a few less hairs, it would appear nothing else has changed on you. You're what pushing 60 but rocking a 6 pack? Well congratulations or whatever but I don't have that luxury okay? I have changed, I'm not as thin as I once-"
"Wait, this is because you're not a size 2 anymore? Fuck Liv, how shallow do you think I am? And furthermore, you're crazy, you know how good you look. Maybe you lost your size 2 waist, but trust me you look much better without it, God Olivia, you have curves for days and I fucking love them, time has been more than kind to you!" Elliot exclaimed.
Olivia couldn't believe what she was hearing from her ripped partner, "You're kidding?"
Elliot shook his head, "You look even better now than the day we met, but fortunately I care more about what's in here," he proclaimed as he tapped his knuckles against her heart. "Than I do with what's on the outer shell, but shit, what an outer shell it is," he whispered.
Olivia swallowed loudly as they sat side by side on the bed, "Still, this isn't a gentleman's club, no gawking."
"Alright, alright, just get changed okay? Do you need help with anything?"
Olivia smirked, "You'd love it if I did wouldn't you?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely," Elliot grinned.
Olivia rolled her eyes as she stood up, standing between Elliot's legs.
Olivia stepped out of her shoes and placed a foot on the bed beside Elliot. "I'm serious El you might want to look away."
Elliot shrugged, "You honestly think I'm going to miss the chance to watch a woman, who I personally have found to be breathtakingly beautiful for over 20 years, strip down in front of me?"
Olivia rolled her eyes and hiked her skirt up a few inches, revealing the garters that were connected to her stockings.
"Are you fucking kidding me? You're wearing a garter belt underneath all of that?" Elliot groaned.
"I don't like full hose," Olivia muttered while trying to undue the clips holding the stockings in place, with one hand.
It was proving to be a difficult task, sighing loudly Olivia moved their conjoined hands to her thigh, "Can you just-"
Olivia gasped as Elliot's hand rested against her bare inner thigh.
Not wanting his hand to linger there any longer than necessary, afraid of how her body was already reacting to his constant close proximity, Olivia quickly snapped open each clip.
She rolled the stocking down her thigh, over her knee, and down her leg, before she could remove it completely, Elliot took it off her foot and tossed it towards the dresser.
Olivia glanced towards him, unable to notice the way the skin on his face, neck, and chest had taken on a reddish hue.
Olivia stood on two feet before repeating the task on her other leg. Again Elliot removed the stocking from her foot but not before running his hand along her foot and ankle.
Olivia held in a moan as he made his move, clearly not too shy now to try something.
Standing between his legs Olivia awkwardly turned around, stretching his arm around her waist before asking him to unzip the back of her skirt.
She could hear him gulp, as she held the front of her skirt so that it wouldn't fall to her feet the moment he pulled the zipper down.
Elliot undid the small clasp at the back of her skirt, and slowly pulled the zipper down.
Olivia could hear his breath hitch, she closed her eyes as she had no doubt that he could probably see the top of her garter belt and lace panty set.
"Fuck," she heard him whisper.
Olivia might have lingered longer but her arm was twisted behind her back in an uncomfortable position.
"Th-thanks," she muttered, twisting around again.
Olivia sat down on the bed and slid her shorts up under her skirt, before lifting her hips and pulling her skirt down.
She leaned over and picked it up off the floor. Folding it so it wouldn't crease.
Moving Elliot's hand with hers she quickly unbuttoned her blazer, leaving it over their hands just like Elliot had with his clothes.
Olivia was slightly embarrassed as she stood in her silk pajama shorts. She knew Elliot would be able to see her garters but she wasn't even going to attempt to try to remove them. One handed or using both, she couldn't have Elliot's hand brushing against her most intimate areas.
Now was the part she wasn't sure of, obviously she couldn't sleep shirtless like Elliot was. She also wasn't confident enough in her body or in their ability to sleep half naked next to one another, to sleep in her bra. Just the thought of doing so was uncomfortable to her. If she had packed a larger shirt she supposed she could put that over her head and torso, with one arm through the sleeve.
Olivia looked over at her partner who was leaning back on his elbows on the bed.
"Did you pack any extra t-shirts?" she inquired softly.
Elliot nodded, "Course, why?"
Olivia glanced away, "Could I possibly borrow one for the evening?"
Elliot smiled, he stood up, waiting for Olivia to stand with him. Not using the opportunity to tease her yet, he opened one of the drawers of their shared dresser and pulled out an old MARINES t-shirt.
"Need some help with those?" Elliot asked, standing in front of her, directing his head towards her shirt buttons.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "I think if you managed it so can I."
Elliot shrugged, "I'm here if you need my assistance."
"You want to help me?" Olivia asked softly.
"You know I do," Elliot replied in a low gravely tone.
"Well then close your damn eyes this time! I'm serious Stabler," Olivia demanded.
"Ugh," Elliot exclaimed, throwing up one arm, before slapping it against his eyes.
Olivia began to undue her buttons, but she was pretty sure she heard Elliot mutter the words woman and tease.
"Am I allowed to peak?" Elliot questioned.
Olivia chuckled, "No."
Elliot wasn't complaining too much, he could feel her soft skin against the back of his hand as she moved her hand lower to unbutton her shirt. He was sorely tempted to turn his hand over when he felt the lace of her bra against his skin.
He felt her stomach contract as his hand glided lower and lower, before it came to rest near her hip bone as she finished.
Olivia grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her head and pushed her free hand through the sleeve. Her other arm would be stuck inside the shirt but with the spare room in his baggy shirt it wouldn't be pinned to her side all night.
"Done," Olivia called, grabbing his spare arm to bring it down from his eyes.
"Ready for bed?" Elliot asked.
"Yes, I have a feeling it may take a while to fall asleep, so let's do this," Olivia grumbled.
With the extra clothes still hanging between them, they climbed into bed. The clothes, Olivia was happy, created a bit of a natural barrier. Laying side by side with their hands in between them, the pair tried to get comfortable.
Olivia was struggling and couldn't help tossing and turning before Elliot sat up and asked her what the problem was.
Olivia sighed, "It's nothing."
"Obviously it's something if it's keeping you awake."
Olivia groaned, "Just drop it Elliot."
"Is it me, us?" Elliot questioned hesitantly, not wanting to get into another argument.
"Damnit Stabler not everything is about you okay?! It's my bra! There happy? My bra is making me uncomfortable!" Olivia exclaimed.
Elliot chuckled, "Here," Elliot said while sitting up, "Sit up, I'll help you."
"What? No Elliot that's not-"
"I have three daughters, I've heard every complaint there is about bras, and I know for a fact they can be a bitch to sleep in. So sit up, come on, there's no way we can twist around for you to unclasp it, I can do it with one hand," he explained.
Olivia furrowed an eyebrow, "And why can you do it with one hand, is that some kind of party trick? You some kind of expert?"
Elliot laughed, "I was a hormonal catholically sexually suppressed teenage boy. I spent more time practicing how to remove a bra than I did on trigonometry."
Olivia snorted, "You would," she agreed while turning as best she could.
Grimacing slightly she pulled his shirt up her back, until she thought her bra would be accessible for him.
Elliot gulped, he smoothed his free hand up her back. He purposely started low on her spine and raised his fingers higher as he felt each indentation of her spine. Her skin was so soft and smooth under his touch. She gasped when his fingers finally found the clasp on her bra. There heads were close together, Olivia could feel his breath against her cheek as his eyes were staring into hers. She could see his crisp blue oceanic eyes thanks to the bright moonlight since Elliot turned off his bedside lamp.
It took a couple tries before she felt her bra loosen against her chest.
"Th-thank you," she whispered breathily between them.
Elliot nodded, letting his shirt fall back down her back.
He glanced down at her chest and Olivia feared he'd be able to see the way her traitorous body was reacting to his proximity and touch.
"What?" she asked gruffly.
Elliot snapped his eyes up to her face, "You look good in my clothes," he supplied, lying back down on the bed.
Olivia quirked an eyebrow and slid her bra out the bottom of his large shirt, allowing it to rest between them.
She laid down flat, much more comfortable than she was before.
"Night Liv," Elliot grumbled.
Olivia nodded, staring at the ceiling, "Goodnight Elliot."
If someone had told Olivia that she would be falling asleep next to Elliot Stabler, 7 months ago, Olivia would have had them committed. Yet, no matter the odd circumstance, here she was. Trying not to dwell on the day or their situation Olivia took a deep breath and settled down, hoping for sleep to come and ignoring the comforting scent of her ex partner as it permeated her senses.
A/N: Thank you again for all the lovely reviews. Hope this chapter isn't too long for you all. Beta'd but all mistakes my own. Hope you're still interested in their shenanigans. Rating will bump up to M very soon.