AN: Finally done with this. Actually it was supposed to be done for Christmas, but now you can read one more chapter, have a nice cup of coffee and prepare to say goodbye to the ending year. I know I'm ready to leave it.
I also warn, I might not get the next chapter up before February, because my January is full of exams, presentations, reports, papers to write... You name it, I have it. So don't hate me just yet, and think of the next episode - I do have big plans for such monumental episode for EO and I guess that some of you will figure it out from this one...
But I wish you pleasant end to this year and let the new year be even better and filled with success.
L.
***SVU***
7.18 Venom
"What time is it?" Olivia asked, when Elliot started kissing her neck once again.
"Don't know," Elliot said and kissed her lips, "Don't care," he added after breaking apart.
He moved on to suck the skin behind her ear, making her moan once again. He loved the way he knew her body so well – every inch of it, with precise punctuality, knowing exactly her reaction to his moves. He was really enjoying the feeling of Olivia right there by his side, and him being the only man to make her moan like that.
"El, seriously, the meaning of free day is to rest and do nothing," she said, doing her best not to sound too aroused.
"I'm tense and need some release, it is relaxation for me," he said confidently, pulled Olivia on top of him and moved his hands to her shoulders, massaging gently, "And you detective Benson seem to need some loosening up too."
He smirked.
Olivia smiled and kissed her cheek, moving down to his neck and hitting just the right spots to drive him crazy. Elliot sped up the movements his hands made, his grip getting stronger and tighter every time she teased him.
"Think you're shoulders are loose enough now," he said mischievously, "These however," he said, when he went on to grab her breasts, continuing massage.
"Oh, I think they have gotten enough attention throughout the day," Olivia commented smartly.
"No such thing as too much attention, when it comes to your breasts. They need much more care and examination," he said, disagreeing.
Olivia pushed herself up, hands on both sides of Elliot and dropped an open-mouthed kiss to his lips, to which Elliot responded eagerly.
She felt familiar poking on her tights, and used the space she created between them to maneuver one hand down to his member, gently taking it in her hand.
"Liv," he gasped at the movement.
She even didn't try to look innocent, knowing it won't get her far.
Elliot dropped his hands and moved them downwards, finding a place, where she wanted to be touched the most. He could already feel her wetness, when he rubbed the sensitive skin with his fingers, while she stroked his member slowly.
"Oh, honey, you're so wet," he commented.
"God, El," she moaned and threw her head back when he expertly teased her with his fingers.
Suddenly he removed his fingers, making her protest loudly at the lost contact, and placed his hands on her bottom, squeezing it and pressed her tightly against him, his member aching with anticipation, which was growing every time she moved her fingers up and down on it.
"You ready?" he asked through gritted teeth.
Olivia nod roughly.
He lifted his head to meet her lips and initiated a passionate kiss, in a way distracting Olivia, so it came as a surprise, when he flipped them over and before she could even blink, he was once again inside of her. Olivia's moans got lost in the kiss.
Elliot didn't start moving instantly, knowing well enough she needed time to adjust to him, but after getting okay from her, Elliot started slowly thrusting. He grabbed a hold of her hands and moved them to above her head, pinning them there with his hand, the other gripped her shoulder. He picked up the pace with Olivia arching her back and meeting each thrust eagerly, their lips locked together.
As the pace grew, their muffled moans got louder and in the end, she broke the kiss, finding the skin of her neck instead, sucking the skin there with occasional bites, surely leaving him some marks to cover the next day.
Elliot kept her hands still above her head, and she had stopped trying to get them free – she became more focused on the task at hand and finding her release. His other hand went to her back, pressing their chests together and keeping the grip tight. He loved her round breasts pressed tightly against his, well he enjoyed her body pressed against his in general, but there was something about the breasts.
"El, I'm so close," Olivia managed to say.
"Right behind you," he said.
Olivia lifted her head, found his lips and crashed hers on them.
She came 2 mere thrust later with muffled cry, but she did bit his lower lip. He thrust into her, while she was riding out her orgasm and caught hers, when his vision went white and something in his lower abdomen exploded.
He loosened his grip on her hands and collapsed on top of her, both of them trying to catch their breath and regulate their heartbeats, since both were out of control.
"Can't tell you how much I like free Tuesday nights or any nights for that matter," Elliot said to her ear, his breath hot on her neck.
"I bet you do," Olivia smirked.
Elliot let his mouth hover over her neck lazily, dropping kisses along the way until his ragged breathing returned to normal and his heart was no longer trying to broke free from the ribcage. Olivia used the newfound freedom of hands and wrapped them around his neck, absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape.
He adjusted himself and made a move to roll himself off, but Olivia stopped him.
"Don't move," she ordered.
Elliot stopped his attempt, but he moved his weight to his arms on the bed and leaning slightly over to the right side, only half way covering her, giving her room to breathe.
"No, no, don't move. Get back the way you were," Olivia protested and pulled him.
"Don't wanna crush you, I'm heavy," he said in protest.
Olivia moved her lips to his ear, "I've became to like your weight on me. In fact no other man's weight has been as pleasurable as yours," she whispered seductively.
Elliot smirked, feeling proud of himself and resumed to his previous position fully covering her, but he pulled out of her during the process, which caused both of them to groan loudly. At sudden movement, Elliot refused her request and instead rolled them over, so instead she was covering him.
"Hey, it's not what I asked," Olivia protested.
"No, it's what I asked," he smirked, "You lying on top of me is very pleasurable, maybe even more pleasurable than your body underneath me. So let's try things like this for a moment."
Olivia couldn't help herself, when a smile appeared on her face and she lazily pressed her lips to his, shutting him up and getting comfortable in a position halfway on his side and halfway on top of him. Elliot kept his one hand around her, the other reached for the blankets, finally reaching them and pulling it over both of them.
"And now we're getting to the point, where we're falling asleep and rest," Elliot said.
"Tired already, old man?" she teased.
Elliot snapped and rolled them over, pinning her hands over her head again and controlling her lower body with his, he had her completely under control.
"Who's old now?" he asked.
"You," she said and stick her tongue out.
"I'm gonna show you old," he threatened.
"Oh, I'm counting on it," she said wickedly, content with the situation, because she likes, when he is little rougher than usual and she had a feeling he'll be that this time too.
Elliot moved his fingers to her opening to check the situation, satisfied when she met her wetness and slipped one finger inside, followed by another. His mouth was latched on her breast, switching between left and right to give both equal attention.
"El," she whimpered, when his magic was bringing her close to her release.
Elliot draw back instantly, removing his fingers and mouth from her body.
"Elliot," she whined in annoyance and opened her eyes to see his mischievous smile looking back at her.
"That's for calling me old," he said seriously.
Olivia made a face and pulled him back down. Without giving any other warning, he entered her and started thrusting. His hands rested against her ribcage, his grip strong and firm and his bruising kisses hot on her neck, but no way in hell she was complaining.
"So close," she managed to say, expecting Elliot to continue and drive her over the edge, but instead he stopped his movement so abruptly and stayed completely still, hovering above her.
"What the hell, Elliot?" She asked in annoyance.
"You called me old," he said like a little child.
"Elliot," she said and tried to rock her hips, but he was firm above her giving her no chance to move.
"Apologize to me," Elliot demanded, "Or you won't feel what this amazing body is capable of doing," he added in seductive whisper on her ear.
Olivia swallowed almost painfully.
"I'm sorry I called you old," she said in defeat.
"And what shall we do now?" he teased, rocking his hips ever so slowly.
Olivia leaned up to reply, but instead kissed him and used his momentary distraction to roll them over and landing on top of him.
"Now we do what we started," She smirked and started moving, bringing them both closer to release. Her lips were on his neck, right behind his ear, what drives him crazy, and that was just her intent. So she kissed him, getting out one of his Stabler-man-moans as they call those loud moans Elliot makes so rarely – he is usually the quiet one, compared to Olivia, but on special occasions he outranges her in vocal department. And this was one of those rare times he was doing the vocal part of their lovemaking.
"Oh, fuck, Liv," he shouted, and buried his face in her hair, grabbing a hold of her middle roughly and started urging her movements on his member. Olivia on the other hand didn't like that very much, so like he had before, Olivia instead fought against him and stilled her body.
"You know two can play this game, Stabler," she teased.
"To hell with this," Elliot grunted, more than ready to come. He flipped them over again and started thrusting with force and speed, which drove her to the edge again.
"I love you," he whispered suddenly – he never said that during their lovemaking.
That was it – his words drove her over the edge with a loud shout with his name, followed by Elliot calling hers in the otherwise quiet apartment.
When both of them had rode out their orgasms, Elliot pulled out of her and rolled over to the other side of the bed, creating some space between them.
Both of them stayed there, lying on their back with raged breathing while trying to come down from the high they drove each other before.
"Woman, you nearly gave me a heart attack," Elliot said, breathing heavily.
"You almost gave me three," Olivia replied and heavily rolled herself to his side, where Elliot openly welcomed her.
They stayed there in each other's arms for awhile, enjoying the silence, which was also rare in their life – their normal tempo resembles cars on highway, but it's nice to take it slow and for once just enjoy the moment, not think about the most efficient way to spend it.
"Liv, I'm gonna head to shower," Elliot said finally.
"Okay," Olivia mumbled.
"You can join me," Elliot proposed, hoping she will come – shower with Olivia is an experience on it's own.
Olivia nod tiredly.
Elliot kissed her hair and got out of the bed. Olivia heard him getting to the bathroom and turning on the shower not soon after. She wanted to join him, but her body was refusing her wishes, as it was beginning to get sore from Elliot's rougher treatment and the sex marathon they had been having the whole day.
Her phone rang and woke her from her thoughts, automatically she rolled over to pick it up. To her great surprise she didn't see any of her co-worker's number flashing on the screen, but she did answer.
"Benson," she said to the phone.
"Hey Olivia, it's Ken. I've been arrested and I really don't know who else to call," Ken said on the other end.
"What did you?" Olivia asked, already sensing trouble.
"It's a long story," Ken replied uneasily.
"Where are they holding you?" Olivia asked and got out of the bed, turning on the bedside lamp.
Ken told Olivia his location and Olivia promised to come. She hang up and got dressed, for once not bothering with her regular "office look", choosing a gray hoodie and regular jeans. She debated for awhile between getting Elliot with her, but she chose to do this alone, satisfied with a stick-it note for Elliot. And then she was out of the apartment, but taking her gun and badge along, maybe that will be helpful for Ken, but she was honestly scared about the mess Ken was in.
Elliot got out of the shower, after he had soaked himself for too long, waiting for Olivia, but she never came. So he wrapped a blanket around his middle and got back to the bedroom, where he found no Olivia. He called for her, but got no reply, that's when he noticed a paper on the bedside table, right by his phone.
Had some errands to run, will explain later. Don't wait up,
Love you, Liv.
"Damn," Elliot cursed.
He checked his phone to see if he had gotten the call to – He was positive it was work, but it was weird that Olivia didn't wait for him and he hadn't got the call yet.
Elliot decided he wasn't tired yet, so he went to the living room and turned on the TV, settling for watching some basketball game, his mind trying to make some sense into Olivia's errand.
***SVU***
Olivia got to Ken in almost record time, but the traffic was light in her advantage. She flashed her badge and she was given Ken's file along with vocal description of his charges. She was lead to Ken with no problems and she politely thanked the guard.
"Doesn't hurt much," Ken said, when she entered the room, referring to cut on his forehead and bruise on his cheek.
"Well, it will," Olivia assured him and came closer to the table.
"Thanks for coming," Ken showed his gratitude, "Didn't know who else to call."
"What about Fin?" Olivia asked the question that had been on her mind the whole time on the drive over and sat down, dropping the file on the table.
"My father's not an option," Fin replied fast, his relationship with Fin was estranged and complicated from what Olivia had learned in her previous encounter with Ken.
"You're being charged with drunk and disorderly conduct, resisting arrest and assaulting a police officer," Olivia listed the charges she had been told before, checking the from the file she had been given before, "That's a felony, Ken."
"They're lying," Ken defended himself.
"They're lying?" Olivia questioned and continued to list his actions, "They're claiming that you attacked them with shovel," she finished, but even she refused to believe it.
"One cop slammed me into a fence. He lost his footing and went down. His partner thought I pushed him," Ken told his side of the story, "Next thing I know, I'm getting wailed on with, with a flashlight," he finished getting really defensive and having hard time believing what he was charged with.
"And I," he started again, "I wasn't drunk. I had a couple of drinks earlier. That's all."
"Did you have a shovel?" Olivia asked.
"Yes," Ken said as if it was obvious.
"Why?" Olivia asked, but Ken chose to say silent so she continued "What were you doing in that lot in the middle of the night with a shovel?" she continued, unable to turn off the detective she was.
Ken chose to look away and stay silent.
"Look, if you're not gonna tell me, then I can't help you," Olivia said, getting annoyed by Ken uncooperative actions and shut the file.
Ken got up and stood by the fence with his back towards Olivia.
"Okay, Guard," Olivia requested, seeing as her drive there had been for nothing. The guard opened the door and Olivia was almost out, when Ken turned around and chose to talk.
"I was looking for something," he said and Olivia turned around.
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"A body," Ken said seriously, which caused Olivia to widen her eyes and make her realize how bad the situation really was for Ken.
"Who's body?" She asked.
"I don't know," Ken said and looked serious as ever.
Olivia debated her options and looked at the time – it was getting close to 2 am already.
"You stay here, I'll try to get you transferred to 1-6. We'll continue this in the morning with my partner, giving it more official turn. But you'd better get your story straight in, because you're in deep trouble," Olivia said and walked out of the room, hearing the guard locking the fence once again behind her.
She walked straight to the desk, where an officer was sitting, the same guy who had given her brief story of Ken's crime before.
"Hey, I'm taking Ken Randall with me to 1-6 precinct," Olivia said to him.
"On whose orders?" the officer asked.
"Mine," Olivia said confidently, she wasn't in a mood to wake her captain at this hour.
"Sorry, detective, I need your Captain's word to release him to your custody," the officer said politely.
Olivia shook her head and took out her cell phone and pressed 3 on speed dial for Cragen. He answered on 4th ring.
"Cragen," he said groggily, obviously woken from sleep.
"Hey, Captain, it's me. Fin's son got arrested, but his information could lead to uncovering a body," Olivia explained.
"Whose body?" Cragen asked.
"Don't know yet. I want to take him to 1-6, but I need your confirmation," Olivia said, hoping Cragen will allow this.
"Yeah, it's better us than whoever," Cragen agreed.
"I'll give the phone to the officer," Olivia said and handed her phone to officer behind the desk.
The officer nod a couple of times and then handed the phone back, after the call ended. He unwillingly handed Olivia the papers to sign and called guard to release Ken to Olivia's custody.
Olivia chose not to cuff Ken, but she led him by his elbow like the protocol ordered to, but released Ken once they were out of the holding facility.
Ken got to the passenger seat of her car and Olivia drove the familiar streets to her precinct.
"I'm sorry I woke you," Ken said sincerely.
"I wasn't asleep," Olivia replied.
"Oh," Ken said, realizing just what he interrupted.
"No, it's not that. You weren't interrupting, I just had a day off and slept in, so staying up was happening anyway," Olivia explained quickly,
Ken nod.
The rest of the journey went in silence until Olivia parked in front of her precinct, both herself and Ken got out and Olivia lead Ken to their holding cell along with some blankets to make him a little more comfortable.
"Get some sleep, I'll be here in the morning with Elliot to interrogate you. Get your story straight in the mean time," Olivia suggested.
"Night," Ken replied coldly, he surely wasn't happy to spend the night in cell and awake to being interrogated in the morning.
Olivia nod and left the precinct, giving the officers information on her way out. She decided to take the car back to her apartment.
To her great surprise she saw a dim light coming from her apartment, which means that Elliot is still awake. She wasn't sure that's a good thing, it only means that both of them will be sleep deprived in the next morning.
She dragged her feet behind her to her apartment, taking the stairs as it seemed faster than waiting for the elevator and she was still trying to keep her figure, so taking the stairs is a nice daily work-out. Arriving at her door, she unlocked it and got inside with a certain plan to go straight to bed.
Elliot was waiting for her on the couch, still covered in a towel and watching TV. He turned his attention to Olivia, when she came into sight.
"So how was your lover?" he asked, his voice was indifferent and face unreadable.
"What?" Olivia asked and raised her eyebrow.
"The errand you had to run in the middle of the night. Can't figure out something better than going over to your lover for quickie, while your boyfriend is taking a shower," Elliot said and Olivia couldn't say if he was serious or not.
"I work crazy hours and I spend my free moments with you, when I have time to get myself a lover?" Olivia asked.
"Where were you?" Elliot asked.
"Got a call from Ken, you know Fin's son. He was arrested, I got him to 1-6 and we'll be interrogating him in the morning, so I'm going to bed and I recommend you do the same if you want to get some sleep before we have to go in," Olivia said and went right past Elliot to the bathroom to brush her teeth and then go to bed.
Elliot didn't wait too long before joining her. She was already under the covers, lying on her stomach and hugging the pillow. Elliot got there beside her and wrapped his arm loosely around her like he did every night, letting her heavy breathing lull him to sleep. He wasn't pissed that he chose to leave without telling him – he didn't mind her leaving that much at all, after all he knew the job – but he was worried about her safety and he knows well enough that this feeling won't disappear now, not ever.
***SVU***
Olivia and Elliot had been interrogating Ken for awhile, but still they weren't getting anywhere. They agreed that he was protecting someone, but the question is who.
It was Fin, who called them out and accused Elliot of covering up his daughter's crime. That of course got the detectives riled up and it ended with Cragen holding Elliot back from attacking Fin, so when Olivia came out with Ken she was met with pissed Fin, who disappeared with Ken instantly and worried Cragen and Munch. Elliot had wondered off somewhere.
She got her orders from Cragen and started looking for potential victims with Ken's description, hoping to find some open case to close. It took time, but she found 2 potentials, while Elliot was still AWAL. After reading the crime reports, she had a nauseating feeling in her stomach, so she almost ran to the bathroom, emptying her stomach continents violently in the toilet. She was seriously grateful, that she was alone in there, so she took an extra minute to splash cold water in her face and freshen up. No way in hell she wanted her coworkers to see her like that.
When she got back to the squad room, Elliot was sitting behind his desk.
"You went pretty hard at Fin," she commented when she came to stand behind him, her hand loosely on his shoulder.
"I only call it like I saw it," Elliot said easily, "Did you know Ken Randall has a file in the juvenile system?"
"No," Olivia said and placed both of her hands on his shoulders, massaging him gently.
"I knew there was something off with that kid," he said confidently and leaned back onto her, "I got a hit off cars. Either Fin's covering for him or he doesn't know."
"What are the charges?" Olivia asked with curiosity, she removed her hands from his back and came to lean on his desk, while Elliot pushed his chair back slightly to make her more room and have better view.
"It's sealed. I got a request in," Elliot said seriously.
Olivia's mouth almost dropped open at the statement – she always thought that Ken was a good boy, who got into this mess somehow. She wanted to believe him and she believed that he was not the killer.
"Ken lied to us, Olivia. You and I both know that," Elliot said and placed his hand on her thigh, catching her hand and holding it in his. Olivia ran her hand through her hair and put a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand.
"Kids lie. Even yours," Olivia said, trying to make some sense into this, "Whether you live with them full time or not."
Elliot opened his mouth to reply, but Cragen's arrival stopped him.
"How are we doing on potential murder victims?" he asked.
Olivia quickly dropped his hand and got up. She walked over to her desk and sat down across from Elliot.
"We got two possibilities," Olivia said and gave Cragen the details of both crimes. They agreed that Nina Stansfield was their best potential victim, minus the kid of course, but it was good enough for Munch and Fin to question the husband, who is the prime suspect even though he's not the match for the foreign DNA sample.
That left Olivia and Elliot sitting across from each other, both trying to get some job done, but failing due to lack of sleep.
"I'm making coffee," Olivia announced after she had yawned for the third time.
"Thank God," Elliot said in relief, their coffee machine seemed to produce some swill, except the times when Olivia used it. So Olivia's coffee disappeared fast, while Munch's sometimes stayed for days. There are legendary stories of things people have found in the coffee, starting from hairs and ending with bullet shells, Elliot for example found candy wrapper once.
"Liv?" he called out suddenly.
"I'm good, but it takes some time. Relax," Olivia said and turned around, but Elliot's face told her he didn't call for coffee.
"You won't believe it," Elliot said, staring at his screen.
Olivia came to stand behind him, leaning over him heavily. She kept on looking at the screen with wide eyes as she read – Ken had been charged with sexual assault, but it was dropped.
"Wow," she said.
"I know," Elliot replied, "I gotta brief Cragen."
Olivia nod and returned to the coffee machine while Elliot left for Cragen's office. He returned briefly afterwards with a fresh cup of coffee on his table and Olivia sitting across from him, working hard to keep her eyes open.
"I got a great news for you," Elliot said and came behind her desk, leaning on her desk and crossing his hands over his chest.
"You finally decided to do your own laundry?" Olivia asked hopefully.
"Well, not that, but Cragen is taking the case off of our hands, we have potential suspect and Munch has been handling this case, beside the next step is to call Casey, so of course if Munch needs some help and probably Casey will need you to testify, but we have to finish our reports on this crime. And then we can use the time to finish our pending reports and rest," Elliot said and looked really proud of himself.
"Damn, I hoped that you would really start doing your own laundry," Olivia said, mocking him.
"I'll do the laundry after we got home tonight," Elliot said and leaned in, "And for the record I don't mind washing your lacy underwear," he added seductively.
Olivia slapped his chest playfully, "I do mind doing washing your dirty socks," she said.
Elliot looked hurt for a moment, then planted a kiss on top of her head and descended to his desk, taking a seat and continuing doing the paperwork he was doing before.
Their day went in silence with both detectives doing their own thing, occasional words were exchanged along with some grunts and swears. They discussed Ken's case with Munch, when he came along with Fin and Cragen.
Elliot was somewhat more involved in the conversation, while Olivia was more into trying to stay awake despite the sudden tiredness she had been feeling for the past week.
"Liv, what do you think?" Fin asked Olivia, she seemed to on his side.
"What?" Olivia asked and rubbed her eyes.
"Um, Olivia, are you feeling okay?" Cragen asked worriedly.
"Yeah, just tired, that's all," she said easily.
"Elliot, do you see what you're doing. Before we had Liv, who worked so hard and barely left at decent hour, and now we have Liv, who leaves at decent hour, but still isn't rested. Back off man, we need her more than you need your nightly entertainment," Munch said, attacking Elliot.
"Hey," Elliot protested, "It was Ken, who called her up in the night and kept her for hours," he defended himself.
"At this moment we have bigger problems than Olivia's lack of sleep," Fin interrupted.
"Specially if this has an easy fix," Cragen said, "Liv go home, take a couple of days. I'll call if we need you."
Olivia nod, politely thanked her CO and grabbed her things, taking some folders from the pile of unfinished paperwork.
She was already waiting for the elevator, when Elliot got stares from everybody.
"What?" he asked in annoyance.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Munch asked.
"No," Elliot said hesitantly.
"Go on, you're off as long as Liv," Cragen said and waved his hand, "So people can't accuse me of unfair treatment."
"And we all know you're an old chauvinist," Elliot said before rushing off.
He managed to jump onto the same elevator as Olivia, and breathlessly let his hand fall loosely around her waist.
"What are you doing here?" Olivia asked.
"Cragen is scared of your safety, so I'm ordered to protect you," Elliot said, being smug, "You know with all the scum living in here."
"So you're my knight in shining armor?" Olivia asked in confirmation.
Elliot nod.
The elevator stopped and they walked to the parking lot, taking his car. Elliot ran a few steps in front of her and opened the passenger seat.
"Get on my white horse, and let me drive you off to sunset," Elliot said, trying to look confident in this chivalry he was attempting to achieve.
Olivia shook her head and kissed his cheek in reward right before getting in.
Elliot walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. He started the car and drove to Olivia's apartment – even though he had been living there for awhile, for some weird reason he didn't feel right to call it home. Her hands were tapping her thigh absentmindedly and Elliot caught her hand as always.
"You're distracting me," he said sheepishly.
"I'm so sorry," Olivia said.
"Maybe a couple of days off could be nice, you've been really exhausted lately. A couple of days to rest and sleep – that's exactly what we need," Elliot said.
"We've been working the same hours, so tell me why you're not so beat?" Olivia was annoyed.
"Because you've been taking so good care of me and that is hard, now it's my turn to repay the favor," Elliot said and gave her a quick look.
"Cut that cheesiness, you are not getting lucky tonight," Olivia said bringing him back to the reality.
"Fine," Elliot said, pretending to be hurt.
He parked in his regular spot and they got to the apartment.
They both sat on the couch, not bothering to change into something more comfortable or look for solution to their empty stomachs.
"I could make us some dinner for change," Elliot proposed.
"Sounds good," Olivia said.
She leaned over, so her head was placed comfortable on his shoulder, something Elliot was always welcoming.
"You have any requests, honey?" Elliot asked, empathizing his nickname for her.
"Surprise me, darling," Olivia replied, following his suit.
He mumbled something in her hair, and refused to move from his spot.
Elliot lowered his head and found her looking right back at him. He leaned in and she leaned forward until their lips met. It was a soft and slow kiss, neither of them cared to deepen it either.
"I'll see what I'll find in our empty kitchen and fix us something," Elliot said after breaking apart.
"Mmm… sounds like a plan," Olivia said.
"You watch TV and relax. It's my turn to take care of my woman," Elliot said and winked, he kissed her temple quickly and got up, leaving Olivia alone. She turned on the TV, clicked absentmindedly between the channels, finally found some police drama to watch and got comfortable.
Elliot watched her from the corner of his eye, smiling at the way she was trying to get comfortable – shifting repeatedly and finally lying down and popping her elbow up to watch the screen.
He faced a problem – they had practically nothing edible at home. Their fridge was full considering it being Olivia's fridge and she seemed to keep it as accessory, but it was empty compared to the fridge Elliot shared with Kathy.
To his luck he found ingredients to make pancakes and that he made with blueberry – her favorite. He probably will get look from Olivia about the carbs she will consume, but he'd roll his eyes like he usually does. Elliot had never got the idea of being obsessed with weight, but seemed like women only thought about that – even Olivia.
Mere 30 minutes later Elliot placed two empty plates and one covered with blueberry pancakes on the coffee table. He also poured both of them some orange juice and lighted the candle. Olivia didn't hear his movements, because Elliot discovered her sleeping on the couch instead of watching TV.
When he was satisfied with the outcome of their dinner table setting, he sat on the edge of couch and planted a kiss on her cheek. She made a noise, but didn't wake, so he kissed the tip of her nose getting the same response and then finally her lips. His hands moved on her side and back, stirring her to wake.
Olivia blinked her eyes heavily to adjust to the bright light and then looked at him.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep," she apologized.
"Apologize to Gibbs, he seems to be pissed because you fell asleep during his show," Elliot said and pointed at screen, where NCIS's main character looked anything but happy.
Olivia gave him a look to shut him up.
"I made pancakes with blueberry," Elliot changed the subject and pointed at the table.
"Thank you," she said and kissed him to show her gratitude and Elliot was more than eager to continue this as he angled her body so she was pinned between couch and his lean chest.
"El," she said, breaking the kiss.
Elliot only mumbled something and kept on kissing her jaw and neck.
"El, seriously," Olivia warned and tried to push him off.
"What is it your time of month or something?" Elliot asked jokingly.
The seriousness of Olivia's face told him everything – it was that damned week indeed.
"Oh, sorry" he said in realization, immediately regretting his actions. He got off of her and pulled her with him to sitting position.
"It's nothing, but there will be no sex tonight," Olivia said simply and stood up, heading towards the bedroom. She found her beloved bottle of pain killers for those specially uncomfortably painful time and went to the bathroom, where she took it in with a glass of water. Olivia glanced at the mirror for a moment and regretted it the moment she saw her face – she looked horrible, so she splashed water in her face to make it better, but failed.
But then again Elliot had seen her in conditions she refuses to admit she has been in, so she abandoned the job at hand and returned to Elliot, dropping the pills back in her drawer on the way.
"Better?" Elliot asked, he knew what she had done.
Olivia nod vaguely and sat on the couch by his side.
They ate in silence, glancing at the TV to catch up on the airing TV-show, afterwards Olivia volunteered to do the dishes with Elliot cleaning up the table. He was done quickly and so he had the opportunity to sit back and watch her act like a housewife – something she did so rarely.
"You know being a housewife suits you," Elliot commented.
"Really? Even though I can't cook and avoid doing housework as much as possible?" Olivia asked.
"You're really good at doing the dishes," he said and stood from the chair to stand behind her.
Elliot started massaging the tense muscles on her shoulders and neck, then replaced his hands with mouth, kissing her neck, occasionally blowing her hair out of the way. His hands trailed downwards on her back, finally reaching her bottom, then moving over to her abdomen.
He felt her tense up instantly, her body shivering slightly at his touch, but her head fell backwards into him and he smiled at himself.
"Want me to continue?" Elliot whispered his question in her ear, his fingers already playing with the hem of her sweater, itching to get the item of clothing out of the way.
Olivia nod, then opened her mouth, "Yes," she whispered breathlessly.
Elliot gently moved his hands under the sweater, his calloused fingers coming to contact with the soft skin on her abdomen, moving upwards. Olivia placed the plate on dryer and turned off the water, while yet another moan escaped from her lips.
He finally reached her breasts, touching them first through the bra, then pushing the item out of his way and gently taking her breasts in his hands.
Olivia winced involuntarily and leaned heavily onto Elliot – her breasts were extra sensitive this time around, but she didn't want him to stop whatever he was doing. His lips were soft on her neck and behind her ears, sending her shivers and making her moan just like he wanted to.
"Oh, El," she moaned and covered his hands with hers, holding them on place on her sore breasts and gently moving them downwards, letting them rest just below her breasts, against her ribcage.
Olivia turned herself around, moving his hands to her back and wrapping hers around his neck, her fingers toying with his short hair. She was wearing a genuine smile on her face, matching his smile, their eyes locked.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" she asked.
"My memory is a little rusty, so you can say that again," he replied smartly.
Olivia smiled and kissed him gently.
"I love you Elliot Stabler, more than you can imagine," she said after breaking apart.
"And I love you even more," Elliot replied and kissed her again.
This time he didn't let the kiss end so quickly, instead he pulled her closer, lowered his hands to her bottom, squeezed lightly and traced her lips with his tongue, asking for entrance which she gladly granted.
They pulled apart in the need of oxygen and Olivia hid her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his unique scent and closing her eyes.
"Cragen sent you home to rest, and that's what we'll do," Elliot said, "I don't wanna answer to him, when you're still tired after this vacation."
"Captain really is a very scary man," Olivia agreed, some level of irony detectable in her voice.
"He wouldn't dare to touch you, but if I'd do anything to you, I swear he'll kill me and get O'Halloran and Warner to hide my body so it will never be found and destroy all the forensic evidence," Elliot said, bringing out possibilities of his fate.
"So you'd better be good to me," Olivia said and yawned against his neck.
"Oh, I will be," Elliot said confidently, "Come on, let's get you to bed now."
Olivia removed her head from his shoulder and looked at him with raised eyebrow.
"To sleep," Elliot clarified.
Olivia nod.
They went to the bedroom, Olivia chose to brush her teeth and then got under the covers, curled in a ball, while Elliot went back to the living room to watch TV. He joined her later, when Olivia was so deep asleep, that she didn't even hear him coming, but she did feel his hand around her at some time during the night.
***SVU***
A week later Olivia was still at home with her flu or food poisoning or whatever was bothering her, but Elliot was working alone for a change, Cragen was filling in as his substitute partner, when it was needed, but most of the time Elliot got to work solo.
So yet again he walked to the office alone with a travel mug of coffee at his hand and grumpy look at his face.
"Good morning, Sunshine," Munch said, "I see you are here alone again. Got problems in the paradise already?"
"Shut up," Elliot snapped.
"What's wrong with you?" Fin asked.
"Nothing," Elliot said and sat down, rubbing his eyes and focusing on the screen.
Fin answered his ringing phone and started writing down the information Melinda had on their current case and Munch focused on making a perfect airplane out of empty paper.
"Where are we on Johnson case?" he asked and sat on the edge of Olivia's table.
"Warner found DNA, she's processing it now. Our victim had an unfortunate to suffer from blunt trauma to the head, TOD is roughly 10 hours before we arrived, which would make it early yesterday morning," Fin said.
"Martha Johnson, 28, no boyfriend, no known family, co-workers rarely knew her. One girl mentioned someone Carl, apparently Martha had childhood friend she was fond of, but had lost contact in High School," Elliot added.
"And her record is clean. She studied History in college and has been working in the Hudson since she earned her doctorate there. According to her research papers, she was obsessed with Eastern European countries during the II WW and afterwards, including their communication with the West," Munch finished with the professional information.
"So you're telling me, we have another case of victim with no friends and no suspect?" Cragen asked, his voice giving away his bad mood.
"I've been trying to find that Carl guy, but with first name and the fact that he is old acquaintance… I don't think I have much luck," Elliot said.
"We have his DNA, if he is in the system, we'll have him," Fin said hopefully.
"Seems like we have another stranger rape in out hands," Cragen said dully.
"I entered his MO and I found 2 similar rapes, he's targeting women, who are obsessed with career, they have no family to miss them and they're all in their late 30ties. Lucy Smith was murdered 2 years ago, body dumped at the same location by the pier and Hannah Alcott, was found at the same place 3 months ago, but he didn't kill her. Both victims had burns on their forehands and breasts, mouth ducktaped, raped from behind and hands cuffed together. He also has cut a sample of hair from every victim," Munch said.
"Did they have suspects on the previous cases?" Cragen asked hopefully.
"Nope, but the DNA was never ran from those cases and the investigation was never opened, case agent decided that there was too little evidence, plus there was no pressure from the victim or family," Fin replied.
"Great," Cragen said to himself, "I'm one detective short and now we have a serial rapist in our hands. Just great," he continued.
"Yeah, when is Liv coming back?" Fin asked Elliot.
"She'd come instantly, but I don't think that's a good idea," Elliot said and gulped the coffee, letting the warm liquid soothe him.
"How is she doing?" Cragen asked, genuinely worried about his detective, who has refused to take a sick day unless he threatened her and forced her to stay at home.
"Not well, she's been having some rough days lately. Luckily her fever is low, but she's sick," Elliot said impatiently.
"Or you murdered her and are hiding her in the closet," Munch interrupted.
"Seriously, Munch, you're making fun of this?" Elliot asked in disbelief, "I spent half of the night awake holding her head back. She was throwing up almost the whole night."
"Calm down," Cragen ordered, "Fin get evidence on our previous cases, Munch go see our alive victim, maybe she can give us something."
Munch and Fin left the squad room with clear instructions.
"You look like you could use some sleep, so you get me that Carl guy and go over the previous crime scene photos, maybe they missed something," Cragen said, "And if you could, maybe you could make Olivia feel better so she can return."
"I'll try," Elliot replied before Cragen went to his office, leaving Elliot alone in the squad room.
***SVU***
Olivia got up from the bed heavily and went to the kitchen to make herself ginger ale – it seemed to be the only thing she could keep down and it's been over a week already since she last went to work. She moved to the couch, turned the music on and opened a report she had to finish. Elliot was managing the transport – getting her finished papers to Cragen and bringing unfinished things back to home.
She had just began, when her phone rang.
"Benson," she said, not bothering to look the caller ID.
"Hey Liv, how are you feeling?" Casey asked.
"Better, I'll be back soon," Olivia assured her friend.
"Good, I'm glad you're doing better," Casey said earnestly, "Look Liv, I need your 5 on Howard's case. Have you finished it yet?" she asked and winced – Olivia was supposed to be in bed, not doing paperwork.
"One moment," Olivia said and went through the piles on her coffee table, finally finding the case Casey wanted, "I'm done with it. El must have forgotten it home."
"Great, can I come and pick it up? I'm at the precinct," Casey asked in much cheerful voice than before.
"Sure, but can you stop at pharmacy on your way," Olivia said, deciding not to fight the weird feeling that had been eating her for days.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Casey asked.
Olivia heard the elevator's ping, indicating that Casey was leaving the squad room.
"Pregnancy test," Olivia said.
Casey stayed silent for way too long, so Olivia started to worry, but finally the ADA broke the silence, "I'll get it. Be there soon."
"Thanks, see you," Olivia said and hang up on the phone.
Casey knocked on Olivia's door mere 20 minutes later, the detective let her in instantly, both heading to the couch and sitting down.
"You want something to drink?" Olivia asked.
"No, I'm good," Casey said easily.
Casey put the tests on the table and angled her body towards Olivia.
"So, you wanna talk or something," Casey asked, trying to mimic the detectives, while they are talking to victims with use of empathy and openness.
"I'm a little late," Olivia confessed.
"A day? A week? How late?" Casey asked.
"About 2 weeks," Olivia said, "I had the most horrible case of PMS with cramps and everything last week, but there was nothing following," Olivia said and closed her eyes, lowered her head and exhaled deeply, "What if it's not just bad feeling? What if I am pregnant Case?" she asked, fear plastered on her face.
Casey placed a hand on Olivia's shoulder and searched for her eyes.
"You want a baby and I'm sure Elliot will be thrilled. But don't panic just yet," Casey said easily, "Go, pee on a stick and then we'll know."
Olivia nod and mumbled "Okay" under her breath. She took all 4 sticks Casey had bought and went to the bathroom. Casey stayed on the couch, trying to prepare something for both cases, because she even didn't know which was worse and she honestly had no idea where Olivia and Elliot stood on the matter.
Olivia didn't give her much time, because she returned to the couch.
"I couldn't stay and wait there," she said in small voice.
Casey nod, put her phone in front of them, where the tests had been before and set the timer for minutes they had to wait.
"I don't know what I'll do if it's positive. I even don't know what I want it to be," Olivia rambled, "Me and Elliot are not in a place to start our own family right now. It can't be happening…"
"Calm down. You know by getting the result, you'll know what you want. If you feel happy getting the positive, then you really want a baby, but if you feel something else, then you don't want a baby at this moment," Casey tried.
"I don't know what I want," Olivia said, "I don't know what Elliot wants," she added sadly.
Casey looked in front of her for a moment, "You haven't discussed it?" she asked carefully.
Olivia shook her head slowly.
The beeping of Casey's phone interrupted.
"Can you go and watch it, because I can't," Olivia said, her nerves on the edge.
Casey nod and stood up. She went to the bathroom and saw the tests, all showing the same result. She checked twice just in case, then threw three of them to the trash bin and took one with her. In slow steps she returned to the living room.
Olivia had her head lowered, her hands keeping it still.
"Olivia…" Casey started.
Without looking up, Olivia pleaded "Just tell me."
"Liv, it's…" Casey started slowly.
Olivia turned around and looked at the ADA, who held the test up in her hands. Their eyes met before the little test took attention.