Chapter 7
Olivia kept a worried eye on Fin as she entered her paperwork into the computer. Elliot had been acting like more of an ass lately, at least towards her boyfriend, not that Elliot even knew she and Fin were dating. It had taken John all of a week to put Fin's slightly sunnier disposition together with Olivia's glow and come up with the answer of 'Fin and Liv are together'.
George Huang had observed the squad room and murmured something about a change in dynamics but had only spoken with her privately to ensure that she was getting along all right. The therapy was working, and she felt so much safer sleeping next to Fin than she had alone. Of course there were nights they didn't do much sleeping and she'd never felt so good waking up next to a man as she did him. There were a few bumps of course...there always were.
Elliot had said something that got Fin's back up this morning, to which Fin had been sarcastic, and now her partner couldn't seem to stop needling Fin. Another remark about Fin's propensity towards violence and Liv's temper snapped, "Elliot, enough already." When he looked at her in surprise she elaborated. "Give it a rest. We all get it; you and Fin have different life philosophies, different mindsets, different values. But we're all on the same team here, so let's try to act like it."
"Took the words right out of my mouth," John raised his coffee mug in a salute as Liv grabbed her purse and began to shut down her computer.
"Where are you going?" Stabler stood when she did and caught her arm before she walked out. Out of the corner of her eye Liv saw Fin's hands clench. He knew other men touching her forcibly was still one of her triggers though it was easier now.
"If you must know," She jerked her arm out of his grasp. "I have a date. With a man. Is that all right with you or should I bring him by for your approval."
"Well it'd be nice to meet him, vet him for you, make sure he's good enough," Stabler leaned against his desk, hands in his pockets as he regarded her.
"Oh he's more than good enough," Olivia smirked happily as she recalled just how quickly Fin had made her scream last night. "I think he might just be my guy, my guy for the rest of my life," She began to walk out of the room.
"And we don't get to meet him?" Elliot called after her.
"Who says you haven't met him?" Olivia laughed as she got in the elevator.
When Fin rang the bell of her apartment she was still grinning even as she struggled to zip up her dress, "So was there any bloodshed after I was gone?"
He gestured for her to turn around and carefully zipped up the dark blue dress, "Nah. He went into see the Captain, pump him for info, came back out frustrated. I left a few minutes after that. John was poking at him last I heard."
"Why does he have to be such an ass to you?" Olivia couldn't understand it, "You're..." She smiled, "I might be biased but I think you're perfect."
"Oh I was perfect when you were shooting down my theory of the crime," Fin teased her.
"Yeah, perfectly wrong," Liv laughed at him. "Just let me grab my bag and I'll be ready."
"Well speaking of perfect," Fin held her out at arms length, "I'm gonna be fighting 'em off you tonight Babygirl."
"And I'll have to guard my territory closely," Liv ran her eyes over his dark charcoal suit, deep blue tie and pale grey shirt completed the look. "You look...delicious."
"And I'm thinking I might order us some chocolate mousse and eat it off your stomach when we get back to my place," Fin was happily gazing at her legs.
"One of these days we're gonna lose track of which place we're sleeping at," She chuckled as she grabbed her bag only to have it taken from her hands by her boyfriend.
"Yeah, was thinking about that," Fin admitted. "What would you say to us getting a place together, a place that's us?"
"I like it," Olivia grinned. Years of friendship had given them a rock solid foundation for a relationship and in the last nearly four months she'd never been happier despite the lingering trauma and therapy she needed. "When do you want to start looking?"
"I got a good feeling about this month," Fin told her as he put her bag in his trunk. "So I was thinking we look at three bedrooms this weekend."
"Three? We'd only need two if we have a baby," She looked at him in confusion.
"Well wasn't sure if you wanted to stop at one or not, and a guest room is always good to have," Fin shrugged. "Never know."
"Let's see what we can find in our price range and then we can decide," Liv suggested and sighed. She'd gone from wanting a baby with Fin to nearly needing one. It felt like a physical ache, this hope inside of her, the want and love she felt for him wound up with hope. Hope could feel like the most wonderful and then the most terrible thing in the world.
He'd never get tired of looking at her, Fin thought to himself as Liv sipped from her glass. She'd done something to her hair so it looked a little tousled, but not messy, as if he'd been kissing her and she'd gotten rumpled. All that soft pale skin exposed by the cut of her dress, dipping down to give him a glimpse of her cleavage, just tempted him to touch and kiss. In almost four months of being together he still hadn't gotten used to her. He wasn't sure he ever would, "So I got somethin' I wanna ask you Babygirl." He took her hand and rubbed his finger over her sore knuckles gently. She'd had to chase down a suspect and when the guy had fought back Liv had decked him.
"What's that?" Liv smiled as she put down her glass and covered his hand with her other one, "If it's about apartment hunting I'm not giving you a hard time about three bedrooms. I've even got some money from my mom still, if we found a place we liked."
"Nah, I figure we'll have fun with the looking," Fin smiled. "I was thinkin', and I don't want to push you Liv. I know we've come at this awfully fast."
"What're you thinkin' babe," Olivia was still smiling at him. "And the fast part...that was half my idea remember? You were ready to leave that first night. I wanted you to stay."
"I remember," Fin knew that was the luckiest night of his life and said so. "I was hoping... since we're trying for a baby..."
"Odafin Tutuola, what is it?" Liv's eyes were dark and compassionate. "You don't think I'd...do something... I mean, get pregnant and then cut you out of my life? Or be like Teresa and bad mouth you to the baby… Fin, no, never... I..." She shook her head, "What's wrong babe? Tell me please."
"I want for you to...consider," Fin took a deep breath. "I feel like an idiot here Babygirl." He looked at her, "I just want you to consider something for in the future. You don't have to say anything now."
"All right," Olivia was obviously confused but she was listening in that way she had of tuning in as if he was the only person in the world she could hear at the moment. "I'll keep in mind that whatever you say, no pressure, no time limit."
"Yeah," Fin wondered how the hell he'd gotten himself worked up to be so damn nervous. "I was just thinking, I wanted... I want you to marry me some day Olivia. I don't care if it's after you get pregnant, or after the baby's born or after it's ten years old, but I want it to have my name. I want you to have my name someday."
"Oh my god, Fin," Olivia was staring at him. "You never..." She was blinking as if she was in shock but her hand was tight on his as if she was afraid he'd bolt. "Babe you never said anything like this was what you wanted. Is it really what you want?"
"Woman I just asked if you'd marry me at a time and place of your choosing and you're asking me if that's what I really want?" Fin looked at her, "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want this. I've wanted this since our first night together. I've wanted to be with you since I saw you Liv." He frowned slightly, "Is it that you don't feel the same way? Babygirl, I don't expect you to feel the same way I do, not now. I'm just hoping someday you will."
"Feel the way you do," Olivia repeated slowly, as if she was still in shock.
"Yeah, I mean I know you probably don't love me as more than your friend right now," Fin shrugged. "But we're so good together, and I figured I love you enough for both of us...and if I worked hard at it, eventually you'd be right in it with me."
"In it," She was smiling tremulously as if she wasn't sure what she was hearing.
"Liv I'm so in love with you I'm stupid with it," Fin just gave in and tore his heart out for her. "I had to talk myself out of buying a ring for you. I figured you might like a nice apartment better than a fancy rock. But I... I love you Babygirl."
She wasn't entirely certain that she wasn't hearing things. Olivia blinked and struggled to clear her brain enough that she could concentrate and respond to what Fin was saying, "You, you're saying you've... you've been in love with me for years...but you don't expect me to feel the same?" She clarified, "You're hoping that I'll start to feel the same way now that we're dating?" She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her throat closing painfully. "God babe." Olivia had never thought she'd hear him say those words; that he'd ever say he was in love with her. She knew he loved her, every touch and look that wasn't hiding their relationship had shown her, told her that Fin loved her very much. But she'd thought it was only as a friend.
"Liv, I'm sorry," Fin's voice was quiet, resigned. "Didn't mean to upset you, just..." He shook his head and his fingers squeezed hers. "Babygirl, I promise, I won't pressure you. I just...I thought you should know."
"Odafin Tutuola you are without a doubt the dumbest smart person I've ever met," She managed to get the words out in a low, carefully even voice, not wanting to make a scene. "I've been attracted to you since I first met you. I've been in love with you, head over heels, crazy in love with you for years and you never noticed. I thought you were oblivious. Or that maybe you knew but you didn't feel the same way..."
Her little speech was cut off as Fin moved from his seat and kissed her hard on the mouth, "You love me." He confirmed as he took his seat, moving the chair closer to hers so she was still within his reach to kiss her. "You're in love with me like I am with you."
"Yes, you idiot man," Olivia carefully dabbed at her eyes with her napkin. Before she could say anything else the waiter came over looking concerned.
"Ma'am, would you like me to call someone for you?" He asked casting a dark look at Fin, "I can call the police if you like. If he's upsetting you I can have him escorted out."
Olivia had to laugh at the simultaneously approving and irritated look on Fin's face, "Oh no, please don't." She shook her head, "No, it's all right." She couldn't help looking at Fin, this wonderful man who'd been such a good friend to her, "No...he… just told me that he's in love with me, wants to marry me. And I'm..." She took a deep breath and struggled to control herself, "I'm in love with him too."
"Ah," The waiter smiled, "Happy tears then." He bowed slightly to Fin, "My apologies for the assumption sir."
"No problem man," Fin gave the thin man a half smile, "We're cops so we know it's better to err on the side of caution."
"Still please allow me," The waiter removed their empty plates. "I hope you'll permit me to treat you to dessert. Something sweet? We have a wonderful chocolate and strawberry mousse shortcake...decadent and just the thing to celebrate."
"That sounds..." Olivia looked at Fin and smiled, she hadn't felt so happy since he'd told her he wanted her to have his baby. When he simply smiled and kissed her hand she could feel herself melting, "It sounds lovely...but right now I just...want him to take me home."
"I'll make up a little care package for you two lovebirds then," The waiter gave her a little wink and produced the check for them. Fin had pulled out his card and Olivia was bickering with him playfully about leaving the tip when the waiter returned to process the payment.
"Fin let me, you're always paying for dinner," She teased with a smile. "You don't let me do anything for you, not even when..." She subsided as the waiter came back with the processed card and a fancy bag the size of a New York woman's purse.
"I took the liberty of including a few things appropriate to a celebration as my gift to you," The young man whose name on the receipt proclaimed him to be Jon, smiled mischievously. "I hope that when the time comes for the wedding you'll consider our catering staff. Special discount if you propose in the restaurant," He winked at Fin and left again.
Olivia couldn't help giggling, "We should recruit wait staff for NYPD, we wouldn't need wire taps." She reached into her bag and pulled out the fifty she'd been keeping for tonight, "And you're going to let me tip him since you wouldn't even let me see the bill."
"I ask I pay," Fin said stubbornly. "But you're so stubborn I know better than to argue about the tip." He held the receipt book open for her and she slipped the fifty inside, shutting it before she could get a good look at the bill. "Now I think I wanna take you home and see what you've got under this gorgeous dress."
"Oh something just for you," Liv smirked at him and picked up her purse while he grabbed the to go bag.
"Can't wait to see it," Fin skimmed a hand down her back, tracing her spine as they left the restaurant.
They might have broken a traffic law or two getting to his apartment, her bag might have gotten dropped in the hallway while Fin pulled off her dress in the living room. Her shoes got left in the hall, and Fin's jacket was tossed over a table somewhere along the way. His mouth seemed to leave scorch marks on her neck and shoulders and the look in his eyes when he took in the pale blue bustier and thong she was wearing set her skin ablaze. "God damn," It was more of a prayer than an exclamation as he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, tearing off the rest of his clothes.
Liv moaned as Fin's body covered hers, kissing her, his hands pressing under the lingerie until he found the hooks and undid them to suck on her sensitive breasts, "Fin, God yes." She shivered as his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down to her belly and then to her hips, finally parting her thighs and fastening his lips to her clit. "So good...oh... Fin so..."
He was driving her crazy, his lips, his fingers slipping inside her and teasing her g spot until she was shuddering with the erotic tension he'd created. And then he stopped licking her clit, surrounded it with his lips and sucked, hard and hot and wonderful until she couldn't take anymore, it felt like a firestorm rolling through her body, exploding from her belly outward until every cell was aquiver with passion and limp with satisfaction. And he began again, pushing her higher, teasing and stroking and driving her just as mad with ardor until she was begging for him. "Fin, I need you inside me, please, babe please," Olivia couldn't stop moaning his name.
Fin moved over her, his warm strong body pressing her down to the bed, and she felt his cock nudging at her entrance. It was always too much, too much pleasure at first, the touch of his body so intimately to hers, inch by inch as he eased inside her, she couldn't stop the flood of sensation, drowning in bliss, and screaming his name. And he always waited, easing forward, careful of her of his size and hers, letting her body pull him deeper until Fin was filling her entirely, until she could feel his balls against her skin, until she could wrap her legs around her lover's waist. "Oh God, God Fin, I love you," She moaned the words, so grateful she could finally say what she'd been biting back through every orgasm for months.
"Oh Babygirl, Liv, Livia," Fin began to move, as if the words alone were enough to make him lose control. "So good baby, love you so much, God baby you're so tight, so, Liv... feel so fucking good Babygirl." He was groaning into her ear, his body moving over hers, their hips meeting frantically, "God you're so good Liv, feel so fucking right, I've gotta, please come for me baby, I'm not..."
Olivia felt him dig even deeper inside her, tilted her hips to let him slide farther in, felt him so deep within her body and moaned with the impossibly good sensation of it, "Fin, I'm...Oh God babe, I can't... can't wait... I'm, please Fin, need..." She couldn't hold it off anymore, the pressure of it was insane; he made her feel too much. Every time he pushed so deep inside her, he set off minute explosions, building and building until she couldn't stop it, it roared through her. She screamed as she felt her body lock around him, arching and writhing with the excess sensation as Fin pounded into her, shouting into her hair as he poured his cum into her.
"God I love you," Fin panted the words out as he lay on top of her, "So much Babygirl."
"I love you too," Olivia couldn't stop smiling, "I have a present for you."
"Feel like I just got it," He chuckled and kissed her neck.
"Another present then," Liv giggled and kissed him back. "But it's in my bag."
Author's Note: So? Any good? I figured after almost four months Fin wouldn't be able to stand not knowing if Liv would ever think about marrying him. And being Fin he'd come right out and just ask. I think it would be incredibly important to him to know that Olivia would take his name and that any kids they have would have his name too. After all his ex changed his son's name from Kwasi Tutuola to Kenneth Randall and did her best to make sure the kid hated him.
I thought this time around, with someone else who's a cop, who knows what he goes through each day, he'd want that, he would want Olivia to at least be Benson-Tutuola. The big question was whether she would want that too. I wasn't sure until I was writing it. What do you guys think? Too sappy?