Author's Note: I'm very sorry for the delay. Fair warning: I have an AP English project to be emailed by the 14th so I may go off the radar for a bit. Hopefully, I won't because I already know what I want to say in the paper, I just need to type it. Or have my big sister type it. She's a total beast with a keyboard…
Anyway, back to the story. Kathy is definitely going to call the police, leading to a knockdown, drag out fight for the twins and maybe Kathleen. I really don't know what I'm going to do with her in this story. I know she's going to angry and anti-EO but I don't know how to write her without killing her off. Out of all the Stabler kids, I like her the least. She's always been bratty and impulsive, two things I can't stand. Even though DW gave her an excuse to be like that (you know, with the loony bin and all), I still don't like her.
I'll figure it out.
Okay, here's the pizza, beer, and a movie "date" and I'm slowly going to heat things up between El and Liv. Not too much, though. As I said earlier, this isn't an affair fic. But a kiss never hurt anybody before, unless they have braces…
PS: I know a lot of fanfics have Liv's middle name as Serena and it's probably canon someplace but I wanted to be different. After all, this story is an AU. Hopefully, it doesn't sound weird.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
When the wolf slammed into the porthole, she jumped up onto the couch and buried her face in Elliot's neck.
To his credit, he didn't laugh, he just put an arm around her and squeezed comfortingly.
One bad thing about The Day After Tomorrow was that unless you watched in a very big group, it scared the shit out of you. The fact that it was actually plausible made it worse. After seeing it in theaters, Olivia had stocked up on flashlights, canned food, and had even bought a snorkel just in case.
"I hate that part." she said softly.
"Mm...he must really love that girl. Damn near drowning, putting up with that tool from earlier, and almost being wolf food all without her even asking? That's heavy."
Olivia made a noise of agreement as she returned to her floor cushion and got back to systematically destroying a large Hawaiian pizza. Unlike many women in New York City, she wasn't afraid to eat. She loved food and saw no sense in starving herself or eating tasteless slop in the name of a size 2. She could easily polish off a pizza and breadsticks and still be hungry. The pizza place had accidentally tripled her order (again) and normally she'd just save the extra for leftovers but she had wanted to see Elliot.
She wanted to make sure that his turnaround wasn't a fluke. Obviously it wasn't. His behavior at work had steadily improved and now, he even brought her food when she got absorbed in her DD5s or a cold case file, just like he had before. Plus, the twins and Mo had called her, telling her happily about how he had visited and actually talked to them.
And they didn't hesitate to let her know that their dad had no intention of getting back with their mom. Of course, their conversation an hour ago proved that…
Hearing how he had so bluntly rejected Kathy had warmed her a little. If it had been a week ago, he'd probably be inside Kathy right now, grinding, thrusting…
An image of her in Kathy's place made her shiver and Elliot silently put the caftan around her shoulders, his eyes still on the movie.
Thanks, El but I'm not cold. I'm just thinking about us naked and doing naked things....naked things that lead to broken lamps, neighbors pounding on the walls, and my finally running out of that jumbo cool whip I got at Wal-Mart a month ago…and the chocolate sauce.
"Liv, you're blushing. Something you want to share with the class?"
She looked at him balefully but he just grinned at her like a baboon.
He laughed as she threw an empty beer can at him and grumbled, "Watch the movie."
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I'd much rather watch you…
He had always appreciated a beautiful woman. Hell, before she got all nutty, Kathy was pretty damn beautiful. That's why he had gone under those bleachers with her, that's why he believed her when she said that she was on the pill, and that's why he was a father at 18, leading to the service and regret. Oh, he could never regret Maureen or any of his kids. They were his whole world.
What did regret was not waiting to find a woman beautiful both inside and out. It had taken him over 20 years to find one. Better late than never, he supposed. Even when she was going all Hannibal Lector on a defenseless pizza, Olivia Amelia Benson was the most gorgeous creature he had ever met.
She had on no makeup, her hair was tangled in its ponytail, and she had on red flannel pajamas and yet she blew every other woman out of the water. Maybe it was because he knew what lay underneath the curves and the olive skin, and her big Bambi brown eyes. He knew about her intelligence, her kindness, her badassery…
And her patience. Lord, if she didn't have some patience. If he were in her position, he would've transferred or shot him by now. Noting that the movie was winding down, he straightened up and stretched his back letting out a triumphant crack of protest and he groaned in pain.
"You're old." she sing-songed between sips of her beer.
"So are you, woman." he grumbled.
"Yeah, well you're older by three years so fuck you." she retorted before chugging her beer.
I'd prefer to fuck you, Benson…
Judging by the way she spat out her beer, that deviant little thought wasn't really a thought.
Elliot flushed to beet root and looked away from her incredulous gaze, mortified.
Okay, now she's either going to call me a sick fuck and shoot me, call me a sick fuck, throw me out, and then shoot me or…
Olivia grabbed him and kissed him with the fervor of a woman that hadn't seen a man in years.
…or she'll pounce on me and try to suck my tonsils out.
Elliot dropped his beer and brought both hands to her head, forcing her closer. His fingers slid through the thick mane of waves and her nails dug into the nape of his neck as she plundered his mouth with her tongue. Pizza, beer, and Liv…a wonderful combination. He put her on his lap and slid his hands under her pajama top, feeling only smooth skin over taut muscle. His heart went into double time as two facts became apparent.
She wasn't wearing a bra…and he really did need to breathe.
They lurched apart panting and she looked at him with comically widened eyes and trembling lips. He knew that his face was in the same condition so he didn't dare laugh.
"What the hell did we just do?" she asked raggedly.
"I don't know…I mean, I do know but at the same time, I don't…and I'm sounding like a complete douche bag." he stuttered in reply.
A manic sounding laugh escaped her and she got up, shaking. He followed her and stood in front of her, trying not to touch her again.
Although, if she kept shaking like that, she'd pass out and then he would have to touch her to take her to the hospital with a concussion.
A concussion from kissing me? That's kind of flattering in a dark, twisted way…
"All right…we…we're partners an-and best friends and we just …"
"Went at it like lions?" he supplied.
"More like pigeons. El, you're married! Separated and g-good as divorced but still and…oh my god, what have we done?!"
What we should've done from day one…
"Elliot!" she scolded.
"Did I say that out loud?" he asked sheepishly.
She nodded and he winced.
"Sorry. But I'm right, Liv."
"I know you're right, El but this isn't…this is completely fucked up! I'm your mistress, for Christ's sake!"
A mirthless snort escaped him and he informed her dryly, "We're Benson and Stabler, Liv. We're the King and Queen of completely fucked up…and you're not my mistress."
"Then, what the hell am I?!" she demanded.
"At the risk of sounding like a complete cheese ball, I'd say my other half." he deadpanned.
I love you, Olivia.
She looked at him blandly for a minute and then sighed deeply.
"And at the risk of sounding like a B-list heroine, I'd say you're my fucking soul mate." she replied with a moue.
I love you, too, you prick.
Elliot laughed and she smiled at him tenderly before hugging him.
"Seriously, Elliot. What are we going to do?"
"More like what I'm going to do. I think it's time that I make the separation more permanent."
"Kathy won't like that."
"Kathy can go suck it."