CHAPTER 8
Stabler House
Queens, New York
February 14, 2004
"Maureen! Come down here for a second please!" Elliot yelled to his eldest daughter. Moments later, the stairs pounded with her heavy steps. She appeared in the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from here eyes.
"Yeah Dad?" Maureen yawned.
"First off, I really appreciate you watching your brother and sisters for me tonight," Elliot started. "Here is the number that I can be reached at and you already have my cell phone number. And don't forget the rules: Absolutely NO guests while I'm gone. Got it?"
"Yes Dad. How could I forget?" Maureen asked sarcastically.
"Thanks again, honey!" Elliot said. He kissed his daughter on the forehead and hurried out the door. It had been a minor miracle that Cragen had given him and Olivia the day off as well as Monday. He could certainly use the time to prepare her gift.
After running last minute errands most of the day, Elliot headed over to Olivia's apartment. He had gotten tickets to see Rent and made reservations at Carmine's for dinner. He had also booked a room for them over at the Trump Tower.
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Olivia's Apartment
Manhattan, New York
4:17 PM
Elliot fidgeted slightly as he stood outside Olivia's door. He had been unsure what to do for Olivia for their first Valentine's Day together and hoped that he had made the right choice. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Olivia, wearing a deep blue, spaghetti strapped dress that ended at her calves and showed just enough cleavage.
"Wow...you look great," Elliot said. He leaned over and kissed her gently, then handed her the flowers he had gotten her. She took them from him and inhaled their scent.
"These are beautiful, Elliot. You didn't have to get me anymore flowers though. The ones I got at the office were more than enough. You must be the florist's new best friend," she joked.
"Yeah, I think they're going to give me my own frequent buyer card soon," he said. "I'm glad you like them, though."
"Just let me put these in some water and we can get out of here," Olivia said.
She walked into the living room and grabbed the vase that had been sitting on shelf above the television, then made her way to the kitchen to take care of the flowers.
"So what have you got up your sleeve tonight, Stabler?" she asked.
"Patience is a virtue, Benson. The sooner you finish in there, the sooner you'll find out," he teased.
A few moments later, she came out of the kitchen and grabbed her coat and purse that she had slung over the back of the couch. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
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Broadway
8:19 PM
"The play was great and dinner was amazing. You really know how to treat a girl right, Stabler," Olivia said as they walked down Broadway.
Elliot smiled. "I'm glad you had a good time. The night's not over yet though—I've got on more surprised up my sleeve. Let's go get the car and that final surprise," he said.
After waiting nearly twenty minutes, the valet brought the car around. The two piled in and Elliot drove to Trump Tower. He parked the car, then went around to help Olivia out—an action that she would normally gaff at, but tonight, anything seemed to go. She got out of the car and looked up at the building in front of her.
"Elliot, you didn't do what I think you did, did you?"
A smile spread across his face. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
She playfully smacked him on the arm. Just then, the valet walked up to the couple. "I'll take your bags and show you to your room, Sir," he said to Elliot.
"Thank you. The bags are in the trunk," Elliot replied as he handed him the keys. The valet nodded and hurried off to get the bags.
"What bags do we have, El? I didn't pack anything," Olivia said.
"You're right—you didn't pack anything—but I did. I knew that key to your apartment would come in handy for something other than a paperweight."
She laughed. "Sometimes, you're just too much, Stabler."
Before he could respond, the valet returned with their bags. "Please follow me. After you check in, I'll show you to your room."
Elliot and Olivia followed the young man into the hotel. Neither one of them had ever been to Trump Tower before—something that was quite obvious from the expressions on their faces. The valet showed them to the concierge and waited for them to check in. After they received their room keys, he showed them to the elevator and took them to the 23rd floor. The valet opened the door and placed their bags inside.
"Please, don't hesitate to call the concierge if you need anything."
"Thank you for all your help," Elliot said as he handed the boy a tip. Moments later, he was gone and Olivia and Elliot found themselves alone in their amazing hotel room.
They stood staring at each other for a few moments, almost unsure about what to do next, because they'd never allowed themselves to think that far. Elliot, deciding that someone needed to make a move, reached for Olivia's hand and pulled her towards him slowly. He cupped her face in one hand and gently touched his lips to hers. He sipped slowly, inhaling the scent of her and reveling in it.
When her lips opened under the pressure of his, he thrust his tongue inside to taste the remnants of the wine they'd had with dinner. The combination of the alcohol and Olivia was going to his head, both of them. He dropped one hand down to her waist and pulled her hips closer to his so she could feel the effect she was having on him.
Olivia sighed and moaned at the same time. The feel of Elliot's tongue on hers had always been erotic, but it had never been with the intention of being more than kissing and petting before. This time, she knew, would be different. This time, she would get to taste and touch and see all of him. The mere thought made her legs weak.
Elliot could feel Olivia begin to sag against him. He pulled back to look deeply into her eyes and saw passion and love reflected there. Never looking away, he reached behind her and unzipped the dress covering the woman he longed to see. Easing the fabric away from her body, he let it drop to the floor in a puddle at her feet and allowed his gaze to follow the same path.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw the black teddy and sheer thongs just skimming her body. He looked back into her eyes and read triumph and daring. The teddy barely hid her breasts from his view. It only antagonized his already inflamed senses to see the outlines of her erect nipples, but not to see them clearly. Grinning widely, he bent down to place his lips reverently at the edge of the teddy to nibble on the skin there. He drew his tongue along the lace from the edge of one breast to the nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
Olivia grasped his head between her hands to steady herself as the pressure from his kiss built up inside her. She could feel an answering tug deep within her womb as he nursed at first one breast, then the other. Neither was left alone for long as he created tension in her body, and his own.
Wanting to see more of her than he could, he reached behind her back and unhooked the teddy, allowing it to fall to the floor. He sighed as he gazed at the olive-toned skin revealed by the lack of clothing. He reached out one hand to skim from her throat to her lacy thong, raising a layer of goosebumps along the way.
"Cold?" he teased.
"Hardly," she groaned back.
"Good," he said, kissing her navel. He felt her giggle as his tongue swirled around the edges before traveling down her abdomen, peeling away the thong as he went.
"Elliot," she whispered, touching him on the shoulder to get his attention. "El, stop."
"Stop?"
"Stop, but only for a moment."
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her. "Why? What's wrong?"
"You're wearing too many clothes," she answered simply, tugging at the shoulders of his shirt to make him stand up. "And that's not fair to me."
He smiled and stood up, not moving as her hands danced over the knot on his tie and the buttons on his shirt releasing them from their bonds. She dragged the clothing away from his body and dropped them to the floor. Brushing her hand down his chest, she reached his belt and undid the buckle; the buttons at the waistband of his pants quickly followed. With the trousers down around his ankles, Elliot stepped out of his shoes and kicked them, along with the pants, to the side of the room. He found her mouth with his again and slowly maneuvered them onto the bed. Olivia ran her hands down his muscular chest, stopping to pay special attention to his nipples. He groaned in response. She smiled at the effect she was having on him.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Yeah, but what I'd really like right now, doesn't involve that part of my body."
"Oh really, well, what part of your body *does* it involve then?" she asked slyly.
"I think you should figure that out yourself, *Detective*."
She smiled, then pressed a kiss to his lips. "This part?"
"Nope."
"How 'bout this part?" she asked as she kissed the center of his chest.
"No, but getting warmer."
She kissed the spot above where his boxers rested and he squirmed slightly. "Here?"
"You're so close, 'Liv. Maybe you should take those off and see what you find," he suggested.
Olivia slowly freed him from the final piece of clothing. She moved down the bed slightly, then blew on his rigid member. He inhaled sharply at the contrasting temperatures. A grin spread over her face. She leaned down and took him in her mouth and began swirling her tongue around his length.
"God, Olivia," Elliot groaned.
With a 'pop' she let his penis fall out of her mouth. "Did I finally find the right spot?" she asked coyly.
"Oh yeah, I knew you could handle it, Detective."
She returned her warm mouth to its previous position, this time snaking her hand up to massage his balls.
"'Liv," Elliot moaned.
"'Liv, you need to stop. I want to be inside you tonight and if you keep that up, I'm not gonna make it."
He pulled her back up to the top of the bed and kissed her again. He gently cupped her cheek, then ran his hand all the way down her body before coming to rest on the patch of curls between her legs. She parted them slightly to allow him access to her most private parts. Elliot willingly obliged her unspoken wish by collecting the moisture that had gathered there before slipping a finger inside of her. She moaned at the new sensation. He found her clit with his thumb as he added another finger to his ministrations.
"Jesus, Elliot," she groaned.
With his free hand, he found one of her taut nipples and twisted it delicately, then lowered his mouth onto the other.
"Shit, that feels amazing, El."
He continued his assault on her body until he felt her insides clamp down on his hand. After her orgasm subsided, he propped himself up on his elbow, satisfied with his handiwork. He only remained this way for a moment before Olivia surprised him by pushing him over onto his back and straddling him.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Elliot commented.
"And I like a man who'll give it to me," she replied. As she kissed him again, she lowered herself onto his waiting erection. They both moaned in approval. Neither one moved for a moment, allowing their bodies time to fully adjust to one another. Then, Elliot began slowly thrusting into Olivia. She increased the pace and began riding Elliot with fervor. Elliot admired the view of Olivia bouncing up and down on his cock and showed his appreciation by reaching for her breasts again.
"I love it when you do that, El," she said huskily.
Suddenly, Elliot flipped them over so that he was now on top of Olivia.
"Not that I don't love that you want to do all the work, but it's my turn to take control," he said with a smile.
He began pumping into her faster and both of them knew that the other was close to the edge. Elliot reached down between them and began making circles on Olivia's engorged clit. He could tell that it wouldn't be long before she came again. After a few moments of the feeling of him being inside her and touching her, Olivia could not take hold off any longer and gave way to an intense orgasm. Elliot could feel her tighten around him and continued to thrust into her faster than before. Soon, he too was coming. He emptied himself into her womb as he continued to thrust with somewhat less coordination. When he finished, he rolled out and off of her; both of them instantly missing the contact.
"I think that 'wow' is the only word that can describe what I'm feeling right now, 'Liv."
She let out the breath that she didn't realize she was holding and reached down to pull the comforter up to cover their cooling bodies. "Yeah, I think that sums it up."
Elliot reached over and pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her temple. "You never cease to amaze me, 'Liv. Never."
She smiled. "Yeah, well you're full of surprises yourself. This room is gorgeous. I don't even want to know how you are paying for this on your salary."
"No, you don't," he laughed.
"Thank you for a wonderful Valentine's Day, Elliot. I had a great time. Have I mentioned yet how much I love you?"
"Um, I don't think so. And I'm pretty sure I haven't mentioned it either, but I do love you, 'Liv."
"Even though I completely forgot about Valentine's Day until yesterday afternoon when the flowers showed up?"
Elliot chuckled. "Yeah, even though you forgot. And, I should be honest, I knew you forgot the whole time. I was having fun waiting to see how long it would take you to remember."
"You are incorrigible, Stabler!" She said.
"I know...what are you going to do about it?" He asked suggestively.
"Oh, I think I can come up with a few things," she replied pulling the covers over their heads.
**FINIS**
Stabler House
Queens, New York
February 14, 2004
"Maureen! Come down here for a second please!" Elliot yelled to his eldest daughter. Moments later, the stairs pounded with her heavy steps. She appeared in the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from here eyes.
"Yeah Dad?" Maureen yawned.
"First off, I really appreciate you watching your brother and sisters for me tonight," Elliot started. "Here is the number that I can be reached at and you already have my cell phone number. And don't forget the rules: Absolutely NO guests while I'm gone. Got it?"
"Yes Dad. How could I forget?" Maureen asked sarcastically.
"Thanks again, honey!" Elliot said. He kissed his daughter on the forehead and hurried out the door. It had been a minor miracle that Cragen had given him and Olivia the day off as well as Monday. He could certainly use the time to prepare her gift.
After running last minute errands most of the day, Elliot headed over to Olivia's apartment. He had gotten tickets to see Rent and made reservations at Carmine's for dinner. He had also booked a room for them over at the Trump Tower.
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Olivia's Apartment
Manhattan, New York
4:17 PM
Elliot fidgeted slightly as he stood outside Olivia's door. He had been unsure what to do for Olivia for their first Valentine's Day together and hoped that he had made the right choice. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Olivia, wearing a deep blue, spaghetti strapped dress that ended at her calves and showed just enough cleavage.
"Wow...you look great," Elliot said. He leaned over and kissed her gently, then handed her the flowers he had gotten her. She took them from him and inhaled their scent.
"These are beautiful, Elliot. You didn't have to get me anymore flowers though. The ones I got at the office were more than enough. You must be the florist's new best friend," she joked.
"Yeah, I think they're going to give me my own frequent buyer card soon," he said. "I'm glad you like them, though."
"Just let me put these in some water and we can get out of here," Olivia said.
She walked into the living room and grabbed the vase that had been sitting on shelf above the television, then made her way to the kitchen to take care of the flowers.
"So what have you got up your sleeve tonight, Stabler?" she asked.
"Patience is a virtue, Benson. The sooner you finish in there, the sooner you'll find out," he teased.
A few moments later, she came out of the kitchen and grabbed her coat and purse that she had slung over the back of the couch. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
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Broadway
8:19 PM
"The play was great and dinner was amazing. You really know how to treat a girl right, Stabler," Olivia said as they walked down Broadway.
Elliot smiled. "I'm glad you had a good time. The night's not over yet though—I've got on more surprised up my sleeve. Let's go get the car and that final surprise," he said.
After waiting nearly twenty minutes, the valet brought the car around. The two piled in and Elliot drove to Trump Tower. He parked the car, then went around to help Olivia out—an action that she would normally gaff at, but tonight, anything seemed to go. She got out of the car and looked up at the building in front of her.
"Elliot, you didn't do what I think you did, did you?"
A smile spread across his face. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
She playfully smacked him on the arm. Just then, the valet walked up to the couple. "I'll take your bags and show you to your room, Sir," he said to Elliot.
"Thank you. The bags are in the trunk," Elliot replied as he handed him the keys. The valet nodded and hurried off to get the bags.
"What bags do we have, El? I didn't pack anything," Olivia said.
"You're right—you didn't pack anything—but I did. I knew that key to your apartment would come in handy for something other than a paperweight."
She laughed. "Sometimes, you're just too much, Stabler."
Before he could respond, the valet returned with their bags. "Please follow me. After you check in, I'll show you to your room."
Elliot and Olivia followed the young man into the hotel. Neither one of them had ever been to Trump Tower before—something that was quite obvious from the expressions on their faces. The valet showed them to the concierge and waited for them to check in. After they received their room keys, he showed them to the elevator and took them to the 23rd floor. The valet opened the door and placed their bags inside.
"Please, don't hesitate to call the concierge if you need anything."
"Thank you for all your help," Elliot said as he handed the boy a tip. Moments later, he was gone and Olivia and Elliot found themselves alone in their amazing hotel room.
They stood staring at each other for a few moments, almost unsure about what to do next, because they'd never allowed themselves to think that far. Elliot, deciding that someone needed to make a move, reached for Olivia's hand and pulled her towards him slowly. He cupped her face in one hand and gently touched his lips to hers. He sipped slowly, inhaling the scent of her and reveling in it.
When her lips opened under the pressure of his, he thrust his tongue inside to taste the remnants of the wine they'd had with dinner. The combination of the alcohol and Olivia was going to his head, both of them. He dropped one hand down to her waist and pulled her hips closer to his so she could feel the effect she was having on him.
Olivia sighed and moaned at the same time. The feel of Elliot's tongue on hers had always been erotic, but it had never been with the intention of being more than kissing and petting before. This time, she knew, would be different. This time, she would get to taste and touch and see all of him. The mere thought made her legs weak.
Elliot could feel Olivia begin to sag against him. He pulled back to look deeply into her eyes and saw passion and love reflected there. Never looking away, he reached behind her and unzipped the dress covering the woman he longed to see. Easing the fabric away from her body, he let it drop to the floor in a puddle at her feet and allowed his gaze to follow the same path.
His breath caught in his throat as he saw the black teddy and sheer thongs just skimming her body. He looked back into her eyes and read triumph and daring. The teddy barely hid her breasts from his view. It only antagonized his already inflamed senses to see the outlines of her erect nipples, but not to see them clearly. Grinning widely, he bent down to place his lips reverently at the edge of the teddy to nibble on the skin there. He drew his tongue along the lace from the edge of one breast to the nipple and sucked it into his mouth.
Olivia grasped his head between her hands to steady herself as the pressure from his kiss built up inside her. She could feel an answering tug deep within her womb as he nursed at first one breast, then the other. Neither was left alone for long as he created tension in her body, and his own.
Wanting to see more of her than he could, he reached behind her back and unhooked the teddy, allowing it to fall to the floor. He sighed as he gazed at the olive-toned skin revealed by the lack of clothing. He reached out one hand to skim from her throat to her lacy thong, raising a layer of goosebumps along the way.
"Cold?" he teased.
"Hardly," she groaned back.
"Good," he said, kissing her navel. He felt her giggle as his tongue swirled around the edges before traveling down her abdomen, peeling away the thong as he went.
"Elliot," she whispered, touching him on the shoulder to get his attention. "El, stop."
"Stop?"
"Stop, but only for a moment."
He sat back on his heels and looked up at her. "Why? What's wrong?"
"You're wearing too many clothes," she answered simply, tugging at the shoulders of his shirt to make him stand up. "And that's not fair to me."
He smiled and stood up, not moving as her hands danced over the knot on his tie and the buttons on his shirt releasing them from their bonds. She dragged the clothing away from his body and dropped them to the floor. Brushing her hand down his chest, she reached his belt and undid the buckle; the buttons at the waistband of his pants quickly followed. With the trousers down around his ankles, Elliot stepped out of his shoes and kicked them, along with the pants, to the side of the room. He found her mouth with his again and slowly maneuvered them onto the bed. Olivia ran her hands down his muscular chest, stopping to pay special attention to his nipples. He groaned in response. She smiled at the effect she was having on him.
"You like that?" she asked.
"Yeah, but what I'd really like right now, doesn't involve that part of my body."
"Oh really, well, what part of your body *does* it involve then?" she asked slyly.
"I think you should figure that out yourself, *Detective*."
She smiled, then pressed a kiss to his lips. "This part?"
"Nope."
"How 'bout this part?" she asked as she kissed the center of his chest.
"No, but getting warmer."
She kissed the spot above where his boxers rested and he squirmed slightly. "Here?"
"You're so close, 'Liv. Maybe you should take those off and see what you find," he suggested.
Olivia slowly freed him from the final piece of clothing. She moved down the bed slightly, then blew on his rigid member. He inhaled sharply at the contrasting temperatures. A grin spread over her face. She leaned down and took him in her mouth and began swirling her tongue around his length.
"God, Olivia," Elliot groaned.
With a 'pop' she let his penis fall out of her mouth. "Did I finally find the right spot?" she asked coyly.
"Oh yeah, I knew you could handle it, Detective."
She returned her warm mouth to its previous position, this time snaking her hand up to massage his balls.
"'Liv," Elliot moaned.
"'Liv, you need to stop. I want to be inside you tonight and if you keep that up, I'm not gonna make it."
He pulled her back up to the top of the bed and kissed her again. He gently cupped her cheek, then ran his hand all the way down her body before coming to rest on the patch of curls between her legs. She parted them slightly to allow him access to her most private parts. Elliot willingly obliged her unspoken wish by collecting the moisture that had gathered there before slipping a finger inside of her. She moaned at the new sensation. He found her clit with his thumb as he added another finger to his ministrations.
"Jesus, Elliot," she groaned.
With his free hand, he found one of her taut nipples and twisted it delicately, then lowered his mouth onto the other.
"Shit, that feels amazing, El."
He continued his assault on her body until he felt her insides clamp down on his hand. After her orgasm subsided, he propped himself up on his elbow, satisfied with his handiwork. He only remained this way for a moment before Olivia surprised him by pushing him over onto his back and straddling him.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Elliot commented.
"And I like a man who'll give it to me," she replied. As she kissed him again, she lowered herself onto his waiting erection. They both moaned in approval. Neither one moved for a moment, allowing their bodies time to fully adjust to one another. Then, Elliot began slowly thrusting into Olivia. She increased the pace and began riding Elliot with fervor. Elliot admired the view of Olivia bouncing up and down on his cock and showed his appreciation by reaching for her breasts again.
"I love it when you do that, El," she said huskily.
Suddenly, Elliot flipped them over so that he was now on top of Olivia.
"Not that I don't love that you want to do all the work, but it's my turn to take control," he said with a smile.
He began pumping into her faster and both of them knew that the other was close to the edge. Elliot reached down between them and began making circles on Olivia's engorged clit. He could tell that it wouldn't be long before she came again. After a few moments of the feeling of him being inside her and touching her, Olivia could not take hold off any longer and gave way to an intense orgasm. Elliot could feel her tighten around him and continued to thrust into her faster than before. Soon, he too was coming. He emptied himself into her womb as he continued to thrust with somewhat less coordination. When he finished, he rolled out and off of her; both of them instantly missing the contact.
"I think that 'wow' is the only word that can describe what I'm feeling right now, 'Liv."
She let out the breath that she didn't realize she was holding and reached down to pull the comforter up to cover their cooling bodies. "Yeah, I think that sums it up."
Elliot reached over and pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed her temple. "You never cease to amaze me, 'Liv. Never."
She smiled. "Yeah, well you're full of surprises yourself. This room is gorgeous. I don't even want to know how you are paying for this on your salary."
"No, you don't," he laughed.
"Thank you for a wonderful Valentine's Day, Elliot. I had a great time. Have I mentioned yet how much I love you?"
"Um, I don't think so. And I'm pretty sure I haven't mentioned it either, but I do love you, 'Liv."
"Even though I completely forgot about Valentine's Day until yesterday afternoon when the flowers showed up?"
Elliot chuckled. "Yeah, even though you forgot. And, I should be honest, I knew you forgot the whole time. I was having fun waiting to see how long it would take you to remember."
"You are incorrigible, Stabler!" She said.
"I know...what are you going to do about it?" He asked suggestively.
"Oh, I think I can come up with a few things," she replied pulling the covers over their heads.
**FINIS**