Italics are flashbacks.
Bold italics are thoughts and/or stressed words for added affect.

Abundance

When the world is at its end, where would you like to be?
When there's no more love to give, when there's no more light to shine, where will you want to be?
When there's no more life to live, and the dark engulfs you like a moth to a flame, will you happy?
When the world is at its end, where would you like to be?
Not here, Elliot Stabler thought stubbornly as he stared at the blonde in bed next to him.

Olivia Benson pulled away from her partner, trying to hold onto his scent, his taste.
"Elliot," she whispered, ignoring the casual taxi drive by outside her apartment building.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't… It was… No…" He fumbled, suddenly finding interest on the steel bench a few feet away, staring it down as if it was speaking in another language and he was the linguist.
"Shut-up," she snapped, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him towards her, planting a kiss to make the previous pale by comparison.

Why, why hadn't he stayed with her? Why did he have to be the family man and leave the best thing he's ever had?
But how can you lose something that you never found?

They broke apart once more.
"El," She whispered, "We can't." He could see her heart break in two with those words.
"I know," he said equally as quiet, staring deep into her eyes he whispered, "We're getting a divor-"
Olivia stopped him mid-sentence, "El, I already know this. I don't want to rush. It's up to you. When you're ready." She pulled further away from him and turned to go back into her apartment.
"Liv!"
She turned. Even in the dead of night, it still amazed her how Elliot's eyes could contain their usual spark.
"Don't make me choose," he pleaded.
"You've already chosen," she turned and walked back into her apartment.
Though she couldn't see it, the spark that usually occupied his ice blue eyes, vanished instantly.

Elliot watched her sleep. Her. The woman who ruined everything.
He'd always wondered what life would be like had he not gotten Kathy pregnant. Would he have ended up with someone more loving, caring, understanding, someone like Olivia?
He needed to get out of here, out of this box. He needed her. He wanted her. Olivia. He had chosen.

He knocked on her door, a second time that night.

Olivia opened the door.
"Elliot, what are you doing here?"
From the moment Elliot had gotten out of his car, he knew what he was going to do. He had the confidence of a drunken teenager and the love for Olivia Benson.
But when she asked him the question he knew she would ask, Elliot found is confidence had abandoned him.
"I-Um-Liv-I just-"
Olivia chuckled softly, "El, what is it?"
"I-I-Need-I need something…" he trailed off, looking to his feet.
"El," Olivia began, concern evident with her words, "You know you can ask me for anything, what is it?"
Elliot looked slowly up at his partner and watched the moonlight dance in her brown compassionate eyes.
"Ellio-" He caught her lips with his mid-word.

They say that the best thing about the first kiss is the moment right before. In this case however, it was the next series of events.

The moment Olivia Benson opened the door; Elliot pulled her close to him and kissed her.
She was tense at first, taken slightly by surprise. But once realising that it was not a dream, she relaxed and sank into his kiss. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him deeper into the kiss.
She whispered in his ear when they broke apart and fell into a hug.

"Good choice."

End.