AN: Look out- I'm on a roll- I can't stop writing this story it's like a bad addiction. I made myself late for work today- that's how bad it is. Two chapters in one day my friends. AHHHHHHHHH Thanks for the R&R and enjoy!

Ever Wanted

The door to Olivia's apartment swung open.

Elliot stood in the hallway trying to juggle three boxes,

Olivia's purse, and the keys to the door.

"Liv, if you didn't want to go to lunch, we shouldn't have gone," Elliot mumbled through the strap of Olivia's purse, which he held in his mouth.

Olivia stood behind him holding her crotch with one hand and her stomach with the other.

She scrunched her face and pushed past him taking in deep breaths and heading for the bathroom. "OH, what was I supposed to do come home while you went to lunch with that- with Dani by yourself?"

Elliot dropped the boxes on the floor and spit out the leather purse strap.

His voice was immediately clear and loud. "No. I didn't have to go."

Olivia sat on the toilet and released everything in her body. "OHHH, god," she cried as the pain lifted from her bladder.

She'd been holding it for at least an hour now.

All through lunch she sat across from Dani in a self-conscious state.

The whole time she fidgeted in the booth; fixing her hair, applying lip-gloss, and occasionally touching and futzing Elliot's arm, hand, and or shoulder.

It was the most torturous two hours of her life.

On top of the obvious reasons of hatred for Dani Beck, Olivia felt like one of the fat bottom girls after being beaten by the ugly stick.

She hadn't bathed in twenty-four hours, her skin felt greasy from being locked in the cell for most of the morning, she didn't have a stitch of make-up on, her hair was pulled into a messy pony tail, and her clothes consisted of blue jeans with an elastic waist band and a gray T-shirt that was stretched across her giant stomach and extra large breasts.

After, several glasses of water and forty minutes of forced conversation, Olivia was on a roll and she was not about to lose her man during a bathroom break.

As soon as they got into the car she cried for Elliot to get them home as quickly as possible, swearing and cussing the whole way.

She finished peeing and sat on the toilet finishing her argument from the bathroom. "Elliot, I was not about to be the ball and chain woman. Besides your whole face lit up when she brought up the idea, how was I supposed to say no?"

"I did not light up," he said as he sat on the floor in the hallway right outside of the bathroom.

She opened the door and looked at him from the toilet. "Elliot, I know I may be hormonal, but I know light when I see it, and you definitely lit."

He starred at her from the floor with out expression.

His bottom lip stuck out just so and he watched her dejectedly from the floor. "Well, I know nothing about the light in my face, but I'm thinking you got it confused with the gas in my stomach."

Olivia's eye's fluttered shut as she pulled herself from the toilet and flushed. "You and the gas. I didn't realize this was such hot topic with you."

"Ah baby, you know you love it. My hot booty makes beautiful music only for you," he jested in his best ladies man impersonation while taking her hand and pulling her onto the floor with him.

She gasped almost irritated with him. "Elliot! Come on."

"What," he whispered nibbling her ear.

"It's gonna take me an hour to get back up."

"Good then I can have my way with you," he grinned as he laid next to her on the ground watching her face and playing with her extra large chest.

Olivia smiled and turned her face away. "You are relentless."

"And you are re…" Elliot was caught up in the size of her breasts. His face fell from her brown eyes as he lifted her shirt and kissed her erect nipples. "You are smok'n hot Olivia Benson."

"Yeah, keep going, you have a lot of shit to make up for."

He stopped kissing her and looked up at her with sad blue eyes. "What? What did I do now?"

"Oh, I don't know," Olivia put on her best man voice and pouted her lips. "Dani?! This is my partner. No Ex- partner. No my other partner- no the woman who I see…. a lot…OH Dani please take me to lunch…please."

Elliot sat up straight and tall with a fake serious face on. "Benson, if you weren't the carrier of my baby I would have to give you a half nelson for brutally tainting my image with such a bad impersonation. Then again seeing that you are merely an object in my life, I will still find you guilty of all charges."

She laughed and smooshed his cheeks together causing his lips to form a fish face. "Guilty ay? And what's the damage?"

"I sentence you to my gas chamber and relentless tickle punishment."

With that Elliot held her down and tickled her buried rib cage.

They rolled around laughing and squealing, until Olivia's phone rang.

The sound made them both stop breathlessly.

The phone had been the bane of their existence.

Neither one of them wanted to answer it.

The machine picked up and they held each other's gaze.

Elliot was on top of Olivia. His face was inches from hers.

"Liv, it's Dean. I heard about your job. I think I may be able to help. There's an open slot in one of the Manhattan agencies. I think you'd make a great agent. Give me a call."

Olivia pushed Elliot off of her and rolled herself off of the floor.

He followed watching her reaction to the call. "You gonna call him?"

She stood in front of the machine contemplating it. "I don't know. Do you think I should?"

Elliot was afraid to answer. "It's a job."

"Yeah, it is," she said as she starred at his thoughts. "You don't want me to."

"I didn't say that. I just-"

"What? Don't like Dean?"

"Well you wouldn't be working with him would you?"

Olivia walked around her apartment cleaning up dirty dishes and take-out containers.

"Probably. He moved here to- well I don't know why he did. But yes, the Manhattan branch would be where he works."

The coffee cups from the night before were still full on the table. She picked them up and placed them on the kitchen counter next to the sink.

"Do you think that's gonna work out?"

Olivia opened the lid to the coffee cup and pored the cold liquid down the drain. "You're going to be working with Dani. You tell me. Is that going to work out?"

She stopped and looked him in the eye.

He flinched and crossed his arms in a masculine manner. "Yeah. Why wouldn't it? It's Dani."

"My point exactly," Olivia answered as her eyes grew wide.

"Whoa, wait, would do you mean 'your point exactly'?"

"Come on, Elliot. You can't tell me that she didn't take that job to be with you."

"Well- I don't know about that. I mean, she does have a bit of a stocker personality, but I think she'd have to have a good reason to take an office job. Besides I haven't seen or heard from her in months."

Olivia was tiny bit offended by the way he said the words office and job. She turned and grabbed the second coffee cup, then gave him a cold stare. "You didn't have a problem when I took the office job."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

She turned away from him and nodded her head. "I think I will call Dean."

"Liv, don't be selfish because I did something stupid."

"I'm not being selfish. I'm getting a job, so that we can pay the bills and have a baby."

With that she undid the second coffee cup and dumped the contents into the sink.

Elliot saw the liquid drain from the cup and all of the sudden he remembered what he had done the night before.

"Wait," he jolted as he hit Olivia's hand, splashing the coffee all over the wall and counter.

"Elliot, what are you doing," she cried.

He took the cup from her hand but it was empty.

The thought of it falling into a pile of sludge in the pipes below made him want to smack himself.

He slumped over the sink and starred at the drain.

The hole was wide and full of old food and drips of brown coffee. The shiny ring lay somewhere in the depths of it's goo.

"Damn it," he sighed quietly to himself.

Olivia wasn't sure how to react.

At first she thought he was angry at her for wanting a job with Dean, but the quiet hunch in his back as he hung over the facet made her think otherwise.

"El, are you ok?"

Softly he replied ", Can you get me a wrench please?"

He couldn't believe that he forgot about it.

With all of the hullabaloo that they'd been through in the past forty-eight hours he'd completely forgotten that he'd put the ring in Olivia's coffee cup last night.

Olivia dug around in the closet and handed him a wrench from her toolbox. "What did you do?"

He ignored her questions and got under the sink. "You got a flash light?"

She was already on it. She clicked the flashlight on and held it for him. "What did you lose?"

"My brain, " he answered as he loosened the pipe.

"That's apparent."

She knelt down beside him and watched his arm muscle bulge and flex under the sink. She giggled at the thought of herself watching him.

"What's so funny," he asked.

"This reminds me of a porno I once saw."

He stopped and looked at her with the evil grin she loved so much. "Porno? How scandalous of you Ms. Benson. Should I take my shirt off?"

"You never seem to have a problem with it any other time, so why should you stop now," she smiled.

He dropped the wrench and took off his shirt with one hand. "Come here."

She got onto her hands and knees and touched his rock solid pecks with her neatly manicured fingers. Softly he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed each one. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said plainly.

"No, I mean it."

"So do I," she smiled.

"I want to show you something."

"Does it involve you naked under my sink?"

He grinned, but then stopped himself and got serious. "No, but it could later."

"Ok, so show me."

He took her hand and placed it on the pipe. "I need you to hold that while I pull."

After a few good yanks the U-shaped pipe came loose.

Elliot held it in his hand and shook it. The ring made a sound inside and he smiled as he dumped it into his palm.

Olivia gasped. "What-"

"Shhh," Elliot said as he took her hand from the pipe and held onto it. "Let me finish."

Elliot and Olivia were both leaning in the cabinets like little kids playing hide and seek.

Olivia held the flashlight in one hand and Elliot's hand in the other.

"Olivia Benson, will you, here in a plumbers paradise, accept my proposal of marriage?"

Olivia looked away from him and closed her eyes. She'd thought he would never ask.

The tears started to fall down her cheeks. She turned into an emotional leaky pipe.

Then she looked at him shirtless and holding a dirty ring in his hand under her sink and she started to laugh. "You put my ring in a cup of coffee?"

Elliot's face scrunched into an embarrassed smile. "At the time, it was a brilliant idea."

"Oh Elliot," she sighed laughing at his dumb luck.

Then without warning she grabbed his face and repeatedly replied after each kiss. "Yes, yes, and yes, Elliot Stabler, I will marry you. I'll marry you, and your sense of humor, and your baggage, and your silly mistakes, and your hot ass, and your cute little bottom lip."

She pulled him into her lips for one finale long kiss and he stopped her.

He took his shirt from the ground and polished the diamond ring.

Slowly he slid the gold onto her finger and smiled longingly into her eyes. "You make me so happy. I'm sorry I made you wait I just wanted it to be right. I didn't want to mess things up for you. I want to be different this time. For you. You're my best friend and I can't imagine living one more day without you in it."

Olivia touched the side of his face and softly caressed his cheek. In the glow of the flashlight and the ambiance of an open pipe, Olivia pressed her lips to his and she lightly kissed the only man she ever wanted back.