Woo-Hoo, second story! Thanks to everyone who read Bad Girl. So this story I am working on completely from scratch and I'm not quite sure where I want to go with it, but we'll see. The idea is that Olivia falls in love and has affairs with both Elliot AND Alex. Elliot is still married, Olivia is straight, and Alex is in the closet. Lots of angst, lots of naughtiness, but my intent is for a real love story, with just some smut thrown in. Once again, the story is named after a song.
And yes, I don't own any of these characters. But let me tell you what I could do with my own Stabler…
Dangerously in LoveA Day at the Park
One, two, one, two, one, two, one…Olivia kept up a steady pace as she rounded a corner in her bright blue jumpsuit. It was early spring in Battery Park, and the New York City residents were taking full advantage of the crisp, yet sunny, weather. Olivia jogged past mothers with their strollers, bird watchers with their binoculars and a group of kids playing touch football.
Olivia enjoyed Saturday mornings like these. They provided her a perfect opportunity to unwind from her busy week at work. She also took advantage of the time for some inner reflection. Sometimes it was a case and its leads or lack thereof, sometimes it was trivial matters like getting a haircut or changing manicurists. Other times, like today, it was deeper, centered around what Olivia wanted out of life, where she wanted to go, who she wanted to be.
Her career was her lifeline. While she took heavy criticism for taking the cases and its victims too seriously, she couldn't imagine doing anything else. Some people had a calling, a higher power that decided their true lot in life. And for her, that was a Special Victims Unit detective.
No, her career wasn't the source of her unrest she decided, as she absently wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was her personal life that needed a jumpstart. More than anything, Olivia Benson wanted a family. A husband, two or three kids, the dog and the white picket fence. The whole nine yards. She was painfully aware of the fact that time was running out for her. A date here, two dates there…Olivia hadn't found the man of her dreams yet and she was starting to feel the cold beginnings of failure.
Then there was that little dark secret that both frightened and excited her. Olivia Benson had a somewhat insatiable appetite for sex. She controlled it, skillfully, but it was still a source of mystery for her. She thought about sex a lot. Was it normal for a woman to have such cravings? Or was it something more sinister, another seed of violence and destruction courtesy of her mother's rapist? A husband would certainly help with the amount of sex she would receive on a daily basis. She shook her head clear of these thoughts.
One, two, one, two, one two. Olivia finally slowed to a walk. Six miles, she thought, satisfied. She bent down to tie her shoes when she spotted her. Across the pond, Alex Cabot was perched on a park bench, her nose wedged between the pages of a novel.
Olivia smiled and trotted over to the bench. The gorgeous blonde was so engrossed in her book, she didn't notice Olivia's sudden appearance.
"Hey, what you reading?" Olivia asked in a friendly tone.
The ADA looked up, startled. Her glasses slid halfway down her nose and she nervously pushed them back. She was surprised to see a smiling Olivia towering over her. Alex felt a blush start to creep up her neck.
"Hi…hi!" she replied, a little too loudly. She winced. Get a grip, Alexandra, she chided herself. "What a coincidence meeting you here."
Olivia laughed and took a seat next to Alex. Alex felt a quick flutter in the pit of her stomach as she watched Olivia stretch out her legs. "I try to get out and go for a run on the weekends," she replied in explanation. "You were pretty focused on your book. Which one is it?"
"Oh…it's A Million Little Pieces…it's a memoir about this guy who went through a devastating drug addiction and pulled himself through…it's interesting."
Olivia smiled. Alex couldn't remember her smiling so easily. But then again, she was used to seeing her during the course of an investigation, where sadists and perverts were the topic of discussion. "Sounds good," she said. "I've never really been into reading…too restless I guess."
"Oh, it's my passion," Alex said, her face lighting up as she tugged on her salmon polo shirt. "I think that's what introduced me to the law. Research. The rest just fell into place. But it's still nice to read some fun stuff in my spare time."
Olivia stood up. "Don't let me interrupt your passion any more counselor," she joked. "See you soon."
"Take care Olivia," Alex said, watching her jog out of sight.
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"Dickie…Dickie!" Elliot called, sternly. "Okay, come here you two."
He watched as his twins scrambled up to him. The gift of fatherhood always amazed him. He created these two wonderful beings, he thought proudly. Not that it helped his present irritation.
"Dickie, Elizabeth was wide open, why did you take the shot?" He and his two youngest kids were playing basketball at nearby Astoria Park, close to their home in Queens. Kathy had taken Maureen and Kathleen shopping earlier in the day.
"She sucks," Dickie complained.
"No I don't butthead," Elizabeth shot back.
"Okay, okay," he cut in. "Dickie, Lizzie was wide open. Next time, pass the ball, I didn't teach you to be a ball hog."
"Need some help?"
Elliot looked over at the gate and saw Olivia standing there. He smiled and waved the beautiful woman over. He had invited her over to play ball with them, and he was rather happy to see her.
"I'm getting killed here, yeah I could use the help," Elliot grumbled good naturedly. The kids shouted and ran over, throwing themselves onto Olivia. Her laughter sounded like harps music to Elliot's ears.
"Livia, be on my team," Elizabeth said.
"Let's show these boys what's up."
The foursome enjoyed a fast paced pick up game, Elliot and Dickie taking the prize by six points. Elliot sent the kids off to get snacks while he and Olivia recuperated on a nearby bench.
"How was your run this morning?" He knew her Saturday morning routine.
"Just lovely, clocked in at six miles," she said. He whistled, causing her to laugh. She knew her partner was in excellent shape and could have easily doubled that. "But guess who I ran into? Cabot."
Elliot nodded. "The Ice Queen? What was she doing? Plotting out her global takeover?"
Olivia laughed and shook her head. "Why do you always call her that? She's such a sweet woman."
Elliot chuckled. "No, she is," he interjected, "just sweet in that ball busting way. But I like her, she just strikes me as cold sometimes."
"You're hopeless. She was reading a book, in case you were wondering."
They fell into a comfortable silence. They had been partners for five years and the chemistry between them was almost palpable at times. Olivia would be lying if she said she didn't occasionally think of him "in that way." But he had a beautiful wife and four even more beautiful children that he was fiercely loyal to. She would never do anything to jeopardize that. Never.