Olivia texted Elliot. She tried calling him. She left two apologies on his voicemail and asked him to call her. To come home. He didn't respond to any of them, and by 10PM, she gave up and crawled into bed, emotionally exhausted. She tossed and turned, twisting the sheets beneath her, and couldn't keep from checking the time or her phone.
Around midnight, she heard a key in the lock. She disentangled herself from the sheets and rushed out of her bedroom just in time to see the door open and Elliot walk in.
He looked up at her, seeming somewhat surprised to see her. Olivia watched as his eyes trailed quickly down her body and back up again.
"Figured you'd have your gun in your hand."
Olivia relaxed a little when she heard the small tease in his voice. "Most of the bad guys don't use a key." She said softly.
"Yeah, well…thought you'd be mad that I didn't return your calls or texts." Elliot stood rooted in place, trying to feel out just how angry she was with him.
"I might hurt you, but I wouldn't shoot you." Olivia tried to keep her tone light, but she was still unsure of where she stood with him. "Besides, you're the one that told me to go to hell." It still hurt…those words were said so vehemently.
Elliot's shoulders slumped. "I didn't mean it."
"You said it, so there must have been something…"
Elliot shook his head. "I was upset. That you'd think I could kill someone in cold blood…" He dropped his head down, looking at the floor.
Olivia moved then. "I didn't think that. I know you'd never do that." She said as she took a few steps closer. Elliot looked up at her and she could see a guarded expression in his eyes, and she realized she had hurt him as well. She took another step towards him but he put up a hand and she stopped, still a few feet away. She saw he was looking away from her again, avoiding eye contact.
"I know I get angry…and I don't always handle it well. I'm overprotective." His eyes shot back at her. "Especially of those I love." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm trying to learn how to control my anger…how to talk through things…how to open up. I'm trying to be a better man Liv."
Olivia kept her mouth shut…she wanted to give him the space to say what he wanted to say.
"You make me want to be a better man." He said. "Now that we have a chance, I want to be the man you deserve."
"El…" She said softly. He had been trying so hard. They had talked more than they had in years. He had really opened up to her, and they were closer than ever. And then she doubted him. "I'm sorry." Those words seemed so inadequate. She hadn't thought Elliot had killed Logan, but she thought he may have known Logan was out, and that he had hidden it to protect her in some way. "Elliot." She took a chance and stepped closer. He didn't stop her, and when she was about a half foot away, she stopped, placing the palm of her hand on his chest. "I shouldn't have doubted you. You've never done anything but try to be a good man. The last few weeks…it's been good getting to see another side of you…to be able to open up to you." She took a step closer and looked up at Elliot, catching his eyes with hers. "But I fell in love with you…just the way you are. Neither one of us is perfect. We're changing every day."
Elliot put one of his hands over hers. "I shouldn't have told you to go to hell, and I shouldn't have stormed out. I just needed time to think…"
Olivia felt a small stab of panic when he said he needed time to think. Had her doubt made him question her faith in him? Was he rethinking their relationship? She pulled her hand out from beneath his. "And?" Her voice was small.
Elliot ran his hands down her arms and took her hands in his. He glanced down at where their hands were clasped together, and his actions did nothing to quell the uneasiness Olivia was feeling. She felt like whatever he was going to say was going to be life-changing…and she didn't know if she could bear it if he was going to walk away from her.
Olivia watched as Elliot lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "You're everything to me Olivia. Don't you know that? I was hurt…but I couldn't stop loving you, no matter what you do or say."
Olivia's breath hitched slightly. It wasn't what she was expecting, and she was speechless.
Elliot dropped her hands then. He ran his hands slowly up her arms…over her shoulders…up her neck… until he was cupping her face in his hands. He leaned in, capturing her lips gently between his and kissing her softly. "I love you." He murmured as he released her mouth and his nose bumped hers. "And one day, I'm going to marry you."
He moved quickly then, never giving her a chance to reply. He threaded one hand through her hair as he kissed her more urgently and she felt like he was stealing her breath from her with the way he was possessing her mouth. His right hand trailed down to her breast…the heat of his hand burning through the thin material of her t-shirt. Olivia kissed him back with the same passion, while tears streamed down her cheeks in reaction to his words. Elliot's hand left her breast and trailed down until he hit skin. He slid his hand up the outside of her thigh, bringing her t-shirt with it. His fingertips were rough, causing a delicious friction against her skin, and Olivia shivered as he worked his way back to her breast. He took the weight of it in his hand, and squeezed gently, slipping his tongue between her lips and deepening the kiss. Olivia moaned into his mouth as he ran his thumb back and forth against her peaked nipple.
Elliot broke the kiss then, and released her completely, causing her to stumble slightly in place. He watched her standing there, her nipples poking through the material of her white t-shirt, her cheeks flushed and he lips red from his kisses. He reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and over his head, and it was seconds later before he was tugging hers over her head and dropping it on the floor next to his. He stood and looked at her for a moment, standing there in only a pair of white panties, and he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His body was aching for her…to be deep inside of her…and it was only seconds before he pulled her to him again. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she slid her arms around his neck, and he was lifting her up. She wrapped her long legs around him and now it was her turn to unleash her desire. She buried her face in his neck, her mouth hot against his skin. When she sucked on his pulse point, he let out a loud groan as his dick throbbed. She trailed her tongue up to his ear, and bit down lightly on his earlobe, and he moved her against the wall, not being nearly as gentle as he should be.
Olivia let out a sound as he pinned her to the wall and bucked his hips into her. Her head fell back against the wall as he kept rocking against her, and then she felt Elliot's mouth against her throat. Biting and sucking and teasing her skin…making her moan and writhe against him. It was too much…he was hitting her just right and God…she wanted him to touch her. Fuck her. Anything to relieve this ache between her legs. She moaned his name and he pressed up against her, moving his hips and grunting. She was going to come…she could feel the feeling in her lower belly…and she moaned his name again as she closed her eyes.
"Not getting off that easy…" Elliot said as he pulled her off the wall.
Olivia's eyes flew open and she saw that he was heading towards the bedroom. "Elliot." She said in complaint, but it was seconds later that he dropped her on the bed. He went for his belt, and then his jeans and his underwear, and he was standing in front of her, taking her in as she lay on the bed. Elliot leaned over and hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and slid them down her legs. Olivia watched him as he climbed on to the bed, and he slid his hands up her thighs as he spread them slightly, placing one knee in between her legs. His fingers whispered over her wetness and she arched up, wanting him to really touch her.
Elliot trailed his hands up her body, pressing himself intimately against her as he nuzzled her neck with his face. "I love you." He said again, and then lifted his head to look down at her. Olivia had her eyes closed and her head tilted back slightly, and she was lifting her hips to get him inside of her. "Olivia. Open your eyes." She did as he requested, lowering her chin to look at him squarely in the eyes. His eyes moved back and forth between hers. "Our lives are about to change forever." He said quietly and she knew what he was saying…this…their relationship…it was all going to come out. "Tell me you'll never leave me." He said.
Olivia slid her hands up his back, and lifted her head slightly to catch his lips. "Never." She pushed against him then, knocking him off balance, and he fell on his back next to her to keep from crushing her. Olivia slid one thigh over his waist until she was straddling him, and she situated herself over his erection, wiggling her ass slightly until she felt him slide into her wetness. She pushed her hips down then, taking him in one swift movement, and they both moaned as he was buried deep inside of her. Olivia arched back slightly, letting her body adjust, and then she started a slow, steady rhythm, pulling herself up slightly and then sliding down the length of him. Each movement was accompanied by their moans and Elliot put his hands on her hips and pushed up inside of her as she came back down. The friction between their bodies was amazing, and he watched her move above him. Eyes closed…moans emanating from her body in the deep, dusky tone…her body flush…her breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sight was pure ecstasy and it took everything in him not to come right now.
Olivia fell forward then, bracing her hands on his abs as she gasped with exertion. He pulled her down against his body and pulled her head towards him, kissing her roughly. He lifted his hips up, continuing to thrust inside of her. He let one hand slide down to her hip, keeping her pressed down against him, and then she was pushing herself up again, and settling her hands beneath his ribs again. Her walls were clenching around him and she was swearing softly now. Elliot slid his fingers between her legs and swiped them against her clit.
"Fuck!" she yelled loudly. He did it again and Olivia swore again as her orgasm tore through her. He fit his hand on the curve of her waist and pushed her down against him, letting himself go with her. He ground her hips against him as he emptied himself inside of her, and then Olivia collapsed against him again…completely spent. Elliot wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair on the top of her head. He slid his hands lightly down her back and felt her shudder, and then she was pushing herself up and separating herself from him. She flopped unceremoniously down on her back next to him, stretching out her legs.
She bent her knees and stretched her legs out again and let out a groan. Her thighs were burning. Elliot rolled over on his side and propped his head up on his bent arm. He ran his hand down her abdomen and she jumped at his touch…her body still hypersensitive. He trailed his fingers, making a pattern against her skin, and Olivia couldn't help but let out a laugh, pushing his hand away. "Stop." Elliot rested his hand on her right hip, running his thumb across her hip bone. He watched his hand splayed against her dark skin, marveling again at the silky smoothness of her skin. His eyes trailed up to hers, and he saw her watching him, a small smile on her lips.
"Tell me what you're thinking right now." Elliot said.
A flippant remark was on the tip of her tongue, because she didn't want to tell him what she was really thinking. But she could see how intently he was watching her, and she knew the moment called for truth. She placed a hand on his chest, running her hand up to his face, cupping his check momentarily before she let her hand drop back to her stomach. "I was thinking that I can't believe I'm lying here with you…that this is real." She swallowed. "I can't imagine my life if I had never joined SVU…if I'd never met you."
"You'd probably be married to some doctor or lawyer…living a life of leisure." Elliot teased.
Olivia laughed along with him. "Yeah, that's me. It's been my life's goal to get married and become one of those women…filling my day and going to the spa and shopping."
Elliot leaned in and captured her lips. "Sorry…too late. You're already taken." He ran a hand up the side of her body and ran his fingers along her collarbone. "And marrying a cop…sorry, but there aren't going to be any days at the spa."
Olivia laughed, and grabbed at his hand. "That tickles." She said softly and she pushed against Elliot's chest, forcing him to fall on to his back next to her. They lay there quietly for a moment, and Olivia tangled her fingers of her left hand with his, in the small space between their bodies.
"El?" She said tentatively, breaking the silence.
"Yeah."
Olivia didn't say anything, letting another minute pass. She felt Elliot move start to move towards her again, but she squeezed his hand and he stayed where he was. "You've mentioned getting married twice tonight…" She wanted to ask him if he was serious but she didn't want to sound needy…as if he needed to make some commitment to her tonight. She knew people say things in the heat of passion that they don't always mean.
"Yeah." Elliot said.
Olivia turned her head to look at him, unable to read his tone. She saw that he had turned his head, and was looking directly at her too.
"What do you think about that?" Elliot asked, his gaze never wavering.
Olivia turned her head and looked back at the ceiling. She felt Elliot shift beside her and he was on his side next to her, but she avoided looking at him. Her mind was racing. She had allowed herself to dream of a life with Elliot before. Married…living in a small house…sometimes with a baby and sometimes not. But that had all been in the past…daydreams about what could be. But since she'd actually fallen into this relationship… she seriously hadn't thought about it. Their lives were too complicated and she had honestly been happy just being together with him.
"Liv?" Elliot was confused by her reaction. To him, marriage was a natural conclusion. He lifted his fingers and grasped her chin lightly, turning her head so she was looking back at him. "I asked what you think about that." He dropped his hand and let it rest lightly on her arm.
"I don't expect that El. You've had that…you…"
Elliot broke into a grin. "You think I want to marry you out of some sense of obligation?" He shook his head. "God Liv. I want to marry you because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I'm not going anywhere." She said quietly, resting her hand over his and giving him a small smile.
"Olivia Benson. One day soon, I'm going to ask you to marry me…so you'd better be ready with an answer." Elliot said falling on his back. He tugged her towards him, slipped his hand beneath her back, and pulled her up so she was lying on top of him. Olivia folded her arms across his chest and rested her chin on her hands, looking up at him through her dark lashes. Elliot ran his hands lightly down her back, and she shivered. "And just for the record." He said. "I'm expecting that answer to be yes."