Fate
A/N: Picks up from chapter 11. This is going to be long, I'm wondering if I should split it into two chapters… I'm also going to take a step back from fiction and write a realistic 'love' scene for two fifty year olds. As a woman in her fifty's, although I love reading stories with smut, the way sex is portrayed between two fifty year olds (and I'm guilty of this too) is 99% inaccurate (We can still have GREAT sex, but we don't throw each other against walls, or showers as often as it's portrayed in fanfic lol). Part of this chapter is how it REALLY goes down (I couldn't help that pun). Enjoy, and for all the millennials reading this, this is how it is when you're old lol! (Had to split this up its over 10k)
Chapter 12: It Takes Two
Olivia and Elliot stood awkwardly staring at each other from across the cabin.
"Uhhh," Elliot muttered while scratching the side of his head, "Monique just texted me, I didn't know she went with them today…"
Olivia nodded, "Yeah Barba just messaged me, I didn't know either. I just finished my work so I came out to grab a bite to eat."
"Oh, good, great, I just finished my jobs too, I'm gonna take a quick shower, despite the temperature I worked up a sweat," Elliot pointed in the direction of his bedroom.
Olivia gulped, "Yeah sure whatever," she watched as he left the room, sighing loudly and leaning against the cool fridge.
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They were parked in the lot of the diner, the four of them had just finished a late lunch. Monique was still inside paying as the 3 boys stood beside Barba's car, Noah holding his key in his small hand.
"You have to do it," Noah pressed.
"Boys please?" Barba groaned, holding his face in his hands.
Oliver shook his head, "You know it has to be realistic, they're detectives, it has to look real."
Noah nodded and handed Barba the key to his SUV, "You have to do it Uncle Barba."
Barba sighed knowing they were right.
"Just remember as mad as Mom may be now, it's for the best in the long run," Noah tried to put his mind at ease.
Barba looked to the sky, "God save me from the wrath of Olivia Benson," he mumbled, hoping some deity would hear his plea.
Barba took a step back and crouched by his rear tire, he grasped his key in his hand and plunged it into his tire as hard as he could. He knew he was successful when he pulled the key out to reveal an inch wide hole in his tire.
He looked over at the twins to see two identical grins on their faces. He couldn't help smiling slightly himself.
Barba stood up, "Well that takes care of that. I'll call them in a few hours, let them know we have a flat tire that can't be replaced until tomorrow."
"And you, me, Monique and Noah will have to stay in town tonight, until they can fix it. Of course if Dad had any gas he could have come to get us, but he ran out," Oliver stated the rest of their plan, clearly the schemer behind this operation.
"Right, giving Mom and Elliot a whole day and night to work things out between them," Noah chipped in happily.
Monique appeared at the SUV then, "Hey what happened?" she asked noticing the flat tire.
The two boys looked up at Barba.
Barba rubbed the back of his neck, "Must've run over a nail or piece of ice or something…?" Barba trailed off, explaining how he couldn't get it fixed until tomorrow, the donut in his trunk would not work on the snowy icy roads, and that they'd have to get a room for the night.
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After making a sandwich Olivia went back to her room, hiding away for the afternoon. She heard Elliot leave his room, probably in search of food himself. She angrily messaged Barba but never heard back from him.
She was watching TV on her laptop, her stomach growling as she noted the time. Suddenly her laptop screen went black as did the digital clock on her bedside table. Olivia got up to check the socket, but both cords were still plugged in. She had her laptop battery in one of her suitcases, which she went in search of. But what would cause the electronics in her room to suddenly turn off?
Odd.
"What the hell?" Olivia heard from the living area.
Biting the bullet she left her room, finding Elliot mashing the buttons on the TV remote.
Olivia guessed he had been watching TV when it went blank too.
Olivia cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, "I think the powers gone out, the electronics in my room just died too."
Elliot furrowed his eyebrows, "I swear I thought we had enough gas to get us to tomorrow in the generator. Hang on, I'll go look."
Olivia sat on the couch, as he dressed to go back outside into the negative temperature. She really hoped she was wrong because the cabin only had one fireplace and it would be freezing in there very quickly.
"Shit!" Olivia heard him cursing. She dropped her head to her knees, some unknown deity was playing a colossal joke on her.
Elliot stumbled through the back door. "I dunno how," he addressed Olivia, "But we're out of power, until they get back."
"Great, why not?" Olivia muttered sarcastically.
"Well if you need me I'll be in my room," Olivia stood to leave.
Elliot took a step towards her, "No wait…" Elliot paused, "I think it's better we stay in this room. The temperature is going to plunge, at the very least we can close all the doors and light a fire in here. That way we're only heating this room."
Olivia sighed heavily because she knew what he said made sense, "Fine, whatever."
"Um did you, do you, wanna grab any more clothes or…?" Elliot asked. She was wearing a green blouse that looked striking against her skin, and a pair of grey jeans that looked like they were painted on her body.
"Oh, maybe I'll grab a sweater…?"
"Grab whatever you'll want or need to change into later or anything you'll want for sleeping, just in case they didn't get gas and we're all stuck sleeping out here tonight," Elliot suggested.
"'Kay," Olivia walked to her room, she grabbed her large purse, placing some sweatpants and a sweater inside.
Olivia bit her lip as she stared at her pajama selection. Knowing she was pretending to be sleeping with her boyfriend she had brought only her best satin and silk gowns and sets. None of which were appropriate for her current situation.
She reached out and grabbed a white lacy gown and a black satin camisole and short set, throwing them into her purse without looking.
Five minutes later she met Elliot back in the main living area.
Olivia dropped her purse on the floor by one of the couches and sat down. She watched as Elliot started a fire.
Olivia blushed as her stomach growled loudly in the silent room.
Elliot glanced back at her, "Hungry?"
Olivia squinted her eyes, wondering if he was going to make fun of her, "Yes I guess so."
Elliot stood from his crouched position, "That should keep us from freezing to death. Unfortunately there's not going to be too many options for food."
Elliot went to the kitchen and opened the freezer door, he rummaged around for a few minutes before pulling out some hot dogs and buns.
Olivia quirked a brow as he brought them over to the fireplace. After placing the food on the ledge he reached into the container by the fireplace and pulled out 2 long sticks, normally used for making s'mores.
"Wanna help?" Elliot spoke softly, cautiously, offering an olive branch.
Olivia acquiesced and kneeled beside him on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. "You sure you trust me with this?"
Elliot laughed lightly, "With the poker or cooking?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes, "I've managed to keep Noah alive this long. Just because I never cooked when we were partners, doesn't mean I wasn't capable of doing so."
"Then why didn't you?" Elliot slipped a hotdog onto his stick, before holding it over the flames.
Olivia shrugged, "Too much effort when you're cooking for one person. Food goes bad so quickly too. Easier just to live on takeout back then."
They roasted their hotdogs in awkward silence, each lost in their own thoughts and feelings.
Elliot handed Olivia a bun, "Thanks," Olivia placed her fire cooked hotdog in the bun.
"Can you hold mine for a minute?" Elliot asked, handing Olivia the hotdog he had just roasted over the flames in the fireplace.
Elliot returned a minute later with plates, glasses, and a bottle of wine.
He handed Olivia a plate and glass, "Wine is chilled whether we want it to be or not, or do you want something else?"
Olivia shook her head, her long dark locks shining, catching the light from the fire. "No this is more than acceptable."
They ate in silence, sitting on the floor, their backs against one of the couches, staring at the fire.
Olivia looked at the time on her phone, furrowing her brow.
"They should've been back by now," she mumbled.
"Hmmm," Elliot looked at his watch, surprised it was going on to 7 at night already. "Are you worried about Noah? How much battery do you have left?"
Olivia snorted, "I'm more concerned for Rafael than the boys. My phone was fully charged when the power went out, I've still got 92%, you?" Olivia asked.
Elliot dug his phone out of his sweatpants, "I'm down to 20%," he grimaced.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Figures." Her partner lived his life making snap decisions, he never planned ahead, especially in case of emergencies. Their lack of a working generator was a perfect example.
Elliot opened his mouth to ask her what she meant by that, when her phone rang.
"Benson," she answered, not checking to see who was calling her and thankfully interrupting her awkward situation with Elliot.
"Hey sweetie, it's me, uh look we've run into a bit of a problem, but everything's alright, we're just going to be a bit delayed getting back to the cabin," Barba told her, playing the dutiful boyfriend role.
Olivia grimaced, scratching the side of her head she asked, "What kind of problem?" She didn't want to be stuck alone with Elliot any longer than necessary.
"Hold on let me put you on speaker," Olivia put her phone on speaker too.
"'Kay we're all here," Barba said before Noah piped up, "Hi Mom! Is Da- I mean Elliot with you?"
Olivia sucked in a breath at her son's slip, she exhaled heavily as her eyes caught Elliot's gaze.
"Hi baby boy, yes Elliot's right beside me, we have you on speaker too sweetie," Olivia put her phone down on the ground between their outstretched legs. She leaned back on her hands, noting how close they were to his on the thick rug.
"Hi Dad!" Oliver's voice rang through the phone.
"Hi son, what's going on with you guys? You should've been back by now."
"Well that's my fault I'm afraid Edward-" Barba replied.
Olivia snorted as Elliot exhaled heavily, "It's Elliot."
"Oh sorry, well anyways, I got a flat tire. I can't drive on the donut on these snow covered roads and the mechanic can't put a new one on until tomorrow morning. So we found a motel here in town and we got a room for the night," Barba explained casually, as if this circumstance was no big deal.
"Are you kidding me?!" Olivia exclaimed, "So there's no way for you guys to get back here tonight?"
"Sorry Liv," Monique finally spoke up. "Looks like it's just gonna be you two playing twister tonight," she joked, trying to lighten the situation.
Olivia braced her head against her raised knees, "Ughhhhh," she groaned loudly, not hiding her feelings what so ever.
Staring at Olivia Elliot asked them if they had dinner, the twins answering in the affirmative, telling them how much they enjoyed it.
"Well there's nothing more any of us can do tonight so we'll see you in the morning," Elliot stated. Olivia was still folded over her legs, "If you need to get in touch, call Liv's cell, mine will probably be dead soon."
"Why don't you charge it Dad," Oliver asked innocently, already knowing the answer.
"Actually we lost power late this afternoon, we ran out of gas," Elliot explained.
"Oh no that's horrible," Oliver replied in a fake worried tone.
Olivia's head snapped up and she glared down at her phone. Something wasn't right, and those twins had already tricked her once. She wouldn't put it past them to be the ones behind her latest situation.
"Well I've got the fire going in the living room so it's not too bad yet, we'll be okay, and we'll see you guys in the morning, goodnight!" Elliot called into the phone.
"Night Dad, Night Mom," the twins said at the same time.
"Goodnight my sweet boy, be good for Rafael and Monique okay? That goes for you too Oliver," Olivia pressed, while she was supremely suspicious of the boys.
Olivia ended the call after everyone said their goodbyes.
Her hand brushed Elliot's as she placed it back on the floor, she jolted away, as if she was struck by lightning.
Olivia ran her hand through her auburn strands, "Great this is just great, I knew this weekend was a mistake, can it get any worse?"
Elliot narrowed his eyes, "Well I'm so sorry to ruin your weekend Captain."
"I never said this was your fault, although technically I could, who runs out of gas?" Olivia accused.
Elliot rolled his eyes, "I'm so sorry you can't have another night like you did last night with your boyfriend."
Olivia snorted, "Like you're one to talk, we heard you first."
Elliot's brows scrunched together in confusion, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Olivia rolled her eyes and stretched her legs out towards the fireplace, leaning against the couch. "We heard Monique moaning and groaning through the wall, so don't pretend like I was the only one who got lucky last night."
"Let me get this straight, you heard Monique moaning through the wall and assumed we were having sex?" Elliot asked perplexed.
"Obviously…" Olivia trailed off, in a tone of voice where she might as well just said 'Duh!' like his daughter's did as teens.
Elliot groaned, the woman beside him was driving him crazy. He had never met another person that could get under his skin in so many different ways.
"Yes just like that," Olivia pointed at him, "But Monique was the one moaning, guess you were doing something right," she shrugged, "Not that I care."
Elliot exhaled loudly, "You're sure saying a lot for someone that doesn't care. And just so there's no miscommunication, because clearly I'm bad at that, Monique and I did not have sex last night, we didn't so much as kiss."
"You got that right, you are the worst communicator I've ever met, taking 10 years to answer any of my messages proves that. And if you weren't having sex what was all the moaning about?" Olivia sassed.
Elliot's jaw was clenching in anger. Trying to stay calm, and not rise to her bait he replied, "She was tossing her cookies in the toilet if you must know, she drank more than she could handle."
Olivia paused as she took a gulp of her wine, she turned her head to look at him. Staring into his eyes, she couldn't detect a lie, "Re-really?" she stuttered, as she got a sinking feeling in her gut.
"Yeah, but we thoroughly enjoyed hearing you and Barba going at it. Not sure which of you was making me nauseous. Watching Jeffries puke or listening to you-"
"Why would listening to me having sex bother you?" Olivia interrupted him.
Elliot broke their eye contact and shook his head, "God you haven't changed a bit."
"Oh screw you Stabler!" Olivia huffed angrily.
"Yeah that's definitely the problem," Elliot sassed right back at her.
"You're still a jealous, possessive, asshole," Olivia stated.
Elliot rolled his eyes, "Look we're stuck here alone for the next 12 hours at least, probably more, are we just gonna fight the whole time?"
Olivia shook her head, "No I don't want to fight with you Elliot, in fact I want nothing to do with you at all. And if I had it my way, we would have never come on this stupid trip to begin with. But I have a son. A son I would do anything for. And he has a biological brother, that for some unholy reason is your son. So I bit the bullet and accepted that you will be back in my life in some capacity but that doesn't mean I have to like it," Olivia ranted angrily.
Elliot sighed heavily. "If we don't talk this out… we don't even have to be on the same page Olivia, but for our sons sakes we have to be in the same book at least, or else we're gonna make those kid's lives hell. Nobody wants their parents at each other's throats."
"We're not their parents," Olivia argued.
Elliot chuckled darkly, "You've heard them, they've both had slip ups, whether you wanna admit it or not we're both going to end up parenting each of our sons. You can say a lot of shit about me Benson, but you cannot deny I'm a good father. Hell you spent 12 years trying to drill that exact sentiment into my brain."
Olivia snorted, "Yes and then I spent the next 10 wondering if you were even alive. You can understand that's not the type of person I would really want in my son's life, in any kind of capacity."
Elliot stood up, his knees cracking, and walked away from her. He leaned against the pool table, looking out at the dark lake, only highlighted by the moon. His back was facing her but she could see how tense he was, even through his henley.
"Have we really come so far away from our previous relationship, that you don't trust me with Noah?"
Olivia scoffed, "What relationship? You've made it perfectly clear that we were partners and nothing more."
Elliot turned around and placed both hands on the green felt on the pool table.
"There are a hundred things I could say to disagree with that statement, but I'll simply start with, how many fucking cops get their partner's badge tattooed permanently on their skin. Above their heart no less?" Elliot argued.
Olivia finally stood from the floor, wiping her pants of a few strands from the rug. She shrugged as she responded, "I don't know when you even got it, hell you could've been drunk for all I know."
They stared at each other from across the room, facing some sort of stalemate.
"Fine you have questions, you want answers, let's do it," Elliot proposed.
Olivia shook her head, her long chocolate tresses swishing over her shoulders, "Why, we're just going to argue. Although I don't know why you're angry and acting like the victim in this situation."
Maybe because this all came as quite the shock? Did it ever occur to you that this probably wasn't the way I imagined our reunion. That the millions of times I've pictured seeing you again, not one of them was like this!" Elliot exclaimed sweeping his hand in the air, indicating the cabin.
Olivia paused in her tirade, "You disappeared for 10 years, and still imagined seeing me again?"
Elliot nodded, "Every. Fucking. Day." He punctuated each word, his knuckles turning white by the pressure he was applying to the pool table, baring his weight and anger. "Do you really think after that day at the 16th that I just went home and walked into the sunset with my wife and kids and never thought about you again?"
"I-don't, I don't know what you were doing or thinking Stabler. And that's kind of the point. You left me, you shut me out, you wouldn't respond to any of my messages, you-"
"I couldn't! Don't you get it?! Elliot yelled.
Olivia sighed and stood on the other side of the pool table. "No," she said in a soft voice, "I don't get it, because you don't communicate with me."
Elliot stood to his full height and threw his arms open, "Well, I'm trying to right now."
"Maybe it's too late," Olivia declared with a hint of finality.
"I don't believe that, not for a second," Elliot pressed, walking closer to her.
"We're going to be connected closely now because of our sons, wouldn't you rather we clear the air and work together to raise those amazing boys, versus being at each other's throats?"
"Of course that's what I want! I just don't know if it's possible Stabler," Olivia supplied weakly, moving to lean her butt against the pool table.
Elliot stood in front of her, leaving a couple feet between them, "Ask me Olivia."
"Fine," Olivia acquiesced, "Why after 12 years of what I thought was friendship at the very least, did you just up and disappeared?"
Elliot rubbed his hands over his scalp, and face, he let out a deep breath. "Liv I was fucked up after the shooting. Aside from when I had to do interviews, I was drunk 24/7 for the first couple weeks. I thought I'd come back but the shit IAB wanted to put me through," Elliot sighed, "Even then I was still considering it, but then they dragged you into it."
"Me?" Olivia questioned, perplexed how she could have been involved in his decision.
"Yep, they figured if I was dirty, as my partner you were too. They were gonna go through your jacket, use anything against you. I'm not saying you're the sole reason I threw in the towel, but knowing they were going to destroy your career too, I wouldn't accept that."
Olivia was staring at him cautiously, "Even if that's true," she said slowly, "You didn't have to disappear from my life completely. I'm pretty sure they're partners out there that stay in touch even after one transfers or retires. Partners being friends isn't unheard of," she snarked sarcastically.
"Is that what we were then? Just partners? Just friends?" Elliot took a step towards her, their legs just a foot apart as Olivia continued to lean against the wood framed pool table.
"I'm not sure what you're insinuating, but yes I was foolishly under the impression that we were," Olivia gulped loudly. This was the closest he had been to her in a decade. She could smell his familiar scent every time she drew air into her lungs.
With his arms crossed to keep his hands from reaching out he continued to press her. "What do you think would happen then Liv? Let's say you somehow accepted my retirement and we stayed in touch. What was going to happen? We hang out at your place a couple nights a week when you weren't working? Maybe drink a few beers, watch a game, maybe a movie? Just the two of us alone in your apartment while my wife sat at home with our kids wondering why I was hanging out with you in the first place?"
Olivia's eyes were glossy as he ranted.
Elliot removed the final space between them, feeling her body jerk where his legs made contact with hers.
"If I had stayed," he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her head was bowed, looking at the floor. "You know what would have happened Olivia."
Olivia's head snapped up, "I have no idea what you're implying Stabler," she was stubbornly refusing to admit to anything he said.
Elliot nodded slowly, "Yes you do, and it scares the shit out of you. It scares you now and it scared the shit out of you for 12 years."
Olivia sputtered, "You think I wanted you for 12 years?!"
"So you do know what I'm talking about," Elliot smiled. "Olivia I couldn't stay because I know if I had seen or even spoke to you, I would have steered us down a very different road. The only reason I didn't pursue something more for 12 years had suddenly been erased. Without the barrier of our partnership, I had run out of reasons not to pursue my own happiness finally. And just like when you got back from Oregon, I was scared you would run. God half of this is your fault!"
Olivia gaped at him, "How on earth is this my fault?"
"Because you made me fall in love with you!" Elliot exclaimed, his face was bright red.
Olivia was shocked, he had never come close to saying those words to her, completely caught off guard and flustered she tried to change the subject, "What about, gee I don't know, your wife? Wouldn't you consider your marriage an obstacle?"
Elliot waved a hand dismissively, "No we were already in the divorce proceedings, that's what I was gonna tell you that night, remember I asked you to grab dinner? I was gonna tell you then."
Olivia placed her hands on her face, she couldn't believe her partner was telling her these things, although he hadn't outright said he had feelings for her now-
"Shit Liv, I was in turmoil. I was in love with you, but I didn't want to bring you down with me. Our jobs aside, I was drinking to the point of blacking out, I felt like-fuck-I couldn't be another alcohol abuser in your life. It would have been only too easy to lean on you," Elliot huffed heavily.
"I spent the first couple months getting a new apartment, and drinking whenever I wasn't sleeping. By the time I stopped, I was scared to approach you, I thought too much time had passed. I was trying to come up with an apology when the FBI offered me a small job. I thought I could use the distraction, and maybe a break for us would do us some good. However one thing lead to another, what was suppose to be 2 weeks turned into two years, then I found Oliver, and next thing I know I'm working in Ireland and years had gone by."
"I know it's not what you want to hear but the truth is that there isn't anything I can say that is going to make you feel better for what I did, and I have to live with that," Elliot shrugged.
"All I can say is that there hasn't been a day since I left, that I didn't wonder what you were doing, if you were okay, if-if you had moved on…" Elliot trailed off, staring at her intently, he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ear again but this time instead of retracting his hand he gripped her face instead, he ran his thumb across the apple of her cheek, catching the moisture that had slipped from her lower lashes.
"I loved you twenty years ago, and time together, time apart, an infinite amount of time isn't going to change the way I feel about you," Elliot tipped her head up and leaned down to capture her lips but just as he felt her breath against his mouth, he felt her push against his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" Olivia inquired testily. "I-we-you have a girlfriend! And I have a Barba, we can't-no," Olivia shook her head.
Elliot leaned his body into hers, "Monique and I aren't serious Liv," he husked in her ear, nuzzling her throat, he was sorely tempted to sink his teeth into her pulsating jugular.
"I-um," Olivia was trying to think straight and keep her composure. She had to reinforce her walls because if any person could get a second chance to climb them, it was Elliot.
"So you left to protect me?" Olivia asked, trying to deflect from the tremors running through her body, just his proximity was causing her to ache.
"For better or worse, semper fi, Olivia Benson," Elliot breathed heavily into her ear.
Olivia groaned.
"Did you ever think about it Liv? Did you ever fantasize or dream about us? Ever think if we just kissed, one time, maybe we would sate our curiosity, wouldn't suffer 20+ years of the unknown?" Elliot whispered.
"Did you wonder how my lips would feel against your mouth? Your neck? Your body? Your breasts?" Elliot continued while rubbing his mouth up and down her throat but not kissing her yet.
"You ever sit across from me in the squad room and dream about us going at it right there on top of our des-"
Elliot's words were cut off by her mouth closing over his and her hands grabbing both sides of his face. He stumbled into her body but quickly grabbed her by her waist.
Elliot groaned as Olivia slipped her tongue past his open lips. They duelled for control of the kiss. It was hot and hard, teeth and lips clashing together as she nipped and tugged at his lower lip, before sucking it softly into her mouth.
Elliot slid his hands down her sides and hoisted her up onto the pool table.
Olivia grunted as she landed on the hard table. She spread her legs and scooted back as Elliot climbed up onto the sturdy table too.
"Ow," Elliot had banged his knee getting onto the table. He gently pushed Olivia's shoulder until she was leaning back on her elbows. He pressed both hands to the table on either side of her head and kissed her.
Olivia reached out and grasped the back of his neck, her body dropping completely against the felt table. "Shit," she exclaimed, her shoulders taking the brunt of the impact.
Olivia reached down and tugged at the hem of the Henley he was wearing, pulling it up his body, their lips separated when it passed his head.
Elliot leaned back on his knees, "Ow, fuck," he grimaced as he raised both arms so she could remove his shirt. His shoulder cracked loudly in the otherwise silent room.
Olivia tossed his shirt on the floor, and returned her hands to his strong pecs. She slid her hand over the black ink, tracing the lines baring her badge number located over his rapidly beating heart.
Olivia gasped as Elliot plunged his tongue into her mouth, swiping against hers. She felt him release the first button on her shirt. It was cold in the cabin, but she was quickly burning up from their actions.
Elliot continued to pop the buttons on her blouse, as his mouth released hers, allowing her to take a much needed breath. His lips clung to her neck, sucking for a brief minute, before descending down to her collarbone.
Olivia felt her shirt part, as Elliot tried to tug it off one of her shoulders. Elliot pulled back, to give her room, grunting at the painful pressure it put on his knees.
"Ow, wait, just-" Olivia cut off as her shoulder was yanked back to an awkward angle.
Elliot paused, panting heavily as Olivia did the same.
He couldn't help it when he started laughing, "Wow," he chuckled, "This may be the least sexy experience ever."
Olivia shoved him to the side, hearing him land on the table with a grunt. "I forgot we're not 30 anymore," Olivia hopped off the pool table, her knee cracking as she landed on the floor. She turned to look at the man sitting up on the table, holding the sides of her shirt together.
Elliot quirked an eyebrow, "You still look damn good for 50 Liv, better than anyone I know…" he trailed off as his eyes scanned up and down her body.
Elliot slid off the table, approaching Olivia like she was his prey.
Olivia held up a hand, "That," she pointed to the table, "Shouldn't have happened."
"You started it," Elliot grumbled in a low gruff voice, nuzzling her ear.
Olivia nodded, "I wanted to know, and now I do, my curiosity has been sated, I no longer have to wonder what it'd be like to kiss you. Thanks for you're cooperation." Olivia patted his cheek twice, before turning and walking away towards the couch.
Elliot wiped his face in frustration, "You can't be serious Olivia?"
"Might wanna put a shirt on, I think it's only going to get colder in here Stabler," Olivia needed him to cover up because despite their age, he didn't look like a man pushing 60.
Elliot couldn't read her at the moment, she was telling him one thing but her eyes were on a very different path up and down his body.
"Olivia, talk to me. What the hell was that?"
Olivia shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest, "I told you, years of curiosity, a question finally answered, did you think one kiss meant I forgave you?"
Elliot furrowed his brows, "I think you lost control, I think even after a decade you want me, you want us, and you hate that. You've built up all these walls and you despise that I'm the one person that can break them down again."
Olivia dropped her arms, her hands clenched into fists, "You don't know shit Stabler!"
Elliot approached her slowly, his eyes soaking in her white bra clad chest.
"I think I hit a nerve," Elliot whispered huskily.
Olivia snorted, "You're ego is huge!"
Elliot smirked, "Among other things."
Elliot grabbed her hips and pulled her body into his. Her hands smacked against his bare chest.
"Tell me," Elliot demanded, his teasing tone had disappeared. "Tell me you still want me, tell me that I haven't fucked up so badly that there's no place for me in your life," Elliot pressed his forehead to hers in desperation.
Olivia closed her eyes, a few tears escaping down her face. "Don't, you can't-"
"I love you, fuck Benson, I've loved you for decades, and I'll love you for decades more," Elliot huffed, his warm breath heating her skin.
Olivia shivered, she could feel every point where their skin was touching, he was the only thing keeping her warm on the inside and outside. His hard pecs felt heavenly against her breasts. Just as she could feel him, she knew he'd be able to feel her hard nipples too. At least she could maybe blame the frigid temperature.
Olivia opened her eyes, staring into his glossy sky blue orbs, she spotted the moisture on his face and sighed heavily, knowing what she did and said next would change the course of their night and possibly lives, forever.
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Barba glanced at the two sleeping boys sharing the bed beside him and Monique. They were leaning against the headboard, both on their phones.
"So what do you think Elliot and Olivia are doing right now?" Barba asked her, curious of her opinion of the pair.
Monique snorted quietly, "I think…they've either killed each other, or…"
"Or?" Barba spoke quietly, not wanting to wake the twins.
"Or they're probably banging out 20 years of sexual frustration," Monique quirked an eyebrow at the end of her statement.
Barba's brows shot up to his hairline at her honesty, "And that doesn't bother you?"
Monique shrugged, "Not really, I'm sorry Barba, but you've never seen those two together, you can't beat fate."
Monique patted him on his shoulder, and placed her phone on the bedside table before turning over and getting comfortable in their bed.
Barba glanced at the sleeping kids one last time, a small smile breaking through, he just hoped it was Monique's latter suggestion that was happening at the cabin that night.
A/N: Sorry it's so long. Bit of a cliff hanger. Not sure when I'll be able to update again, I've run into a bit of a health problem. Nothing too extreme just some very high sugar levels 500+ mg/dL. Hoping to stay out of the hospital, fingers crossed.
Hope you enjoy this update. I really appreciate any reviews.