Title: Special.

Author: Cady James.

Genre: Het.

Rating: ADULT.

Chapters: 1

Categories: Drama (just a touch), Romance.

Pairings: Olivia Benson and David Haden.

Characters: Olivia Benson, David Haden.

Summary: David gives Olivia a special dinner - just another step in wooing her.

Author Notes: I figured I was done with the story and ending with chapter 3, but I realized there's more to talk about than what was discussed in chapter 3. Little Note: We know nothing about David's life or his past, except that his uncle was a DA and he's divorced with two kids who live with their mother. And, until or if they bring him back or talk more about him in Season 14, I am now making up stuff. Disclaimer: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit does not belong to me; neither do the characters. They belong to NBCUniversal and Dick Wolf, and one of the most amazing casts ever assembled on television.

Olivia Benson had gone into work and actually got there on time despite spending some time reigniting the passion with David in her bed. Ever since they started sleeping together, she just couldn't help but be attracted to him every single moment. Passion was inevitable.

The two of them decided to have dinner together that night, unless something work-related came up. Even though they had spent nearly every non-working moment together recently, Olivia couldn't wait until their dinner. David said he wanted to continue talking some more, which probably meant more emotions; but she was looking forward to it.

To her, it seemed that the more David learned about her, the more he understood her and loved her. And, she had to admit it herself, that she falling for him even more and wanted to spend tonight talking to him and asking him about his life and his past.

Liv had given him the keys to her place so he could get out of work early enough to prepare a nice meal for them. He told her he wanted to make it nice and romantic.

David had decided to create a special night for them with candles and dinner and music and rose petals. He didn't want it to be cheesy or mushy because he knew Liv was girly, but not that girly. He decided that it wouldn't be takeout but an actually cooked dinner that he had to purchase from the story and make mostly from scratch. Given that Liv had almost nothing but leftover takeout in her kitchen, he had to go shopping.

It was a slow day and the only cases they had were begun and shut within the day. Liv hoped and prayed to whoever was listening that it would remain a mundane boring day so she could get home to David. She wondered what he was going to make for dinner and how the night would go.

It was eight at night and she finally got off work. Liv headed out of the precinct and pulled out her phone and dialed David's number. It took a moment and he finally answered it.

"Hey, you. I'm here waiting. Dinner is pretty much done and everything's set. Are you done with work?" he inquired, pulling a lighter out to light the candles around the apartment.

"Yes. I'm leaving the building now so I'll see you soon," she answered. "So, what's for dinner?"

"You'll see when you get here. I'm leaving it a surprise. Just a hint: It's delicious and you'll love it. Come home," he told her.

"I am. See you soon," she answered and hung up.

David had set the food on the table and made sure everything was in place. All the candles were in place and the roses and rose petals were set up and the soft and slow jazz played on her stereo system. Everything had to be perfect for her.

She buzzed the door and he let her come up. He unlocked the door for her and waited. When Liv finally walked through the door, her jaw dropped at the scene before. The lights were off and there were candles everywhere, lighting the entire apartment with a soft sexy glow. She also noticed rose petals scattered everywhere: on the floor, scattered over pieces of furniture, and a slight trail leading to her bedroom where another glow emanated. Plus, there were bouquets of roses placed randomly around the living room. And then there was the aroma. It smelled like chicken and herbs and smelled like an Italian restaurant.

"Oh, my God! This is amazing, David. It looks like heaven," she exclaimed.

David smiled and moved behind her to close and lock the door. He slipped her coat off of her and set it and her stuff over a chair. "Go put the gun away, slip into something comfortable and come back here," David suggested and kissed the side of her head.

Liv looked back and smiled at him. "Okay," she stated and walked toward the bedroom. She got halfway into the room when she noticed that it matched the living room. Candles and flowers everywhere… and rose petals scattered everywhere. Olivia turned back and looked at David. "You're not proposing, are you?"

David paused in pouring the wine and looked up at her. "No, not right now. Maybe in the future, but not tonight. This is just for you… for us. A special night with, hopefully, no interruptions. Go change."

She turned back and shut the bedroom door and locked her gun away before undressing. Liv decided, because it seemed like a special night, she would get a little girly. She went into the bathroom and turned on the light. She saw unlit candles and more rose petals and the products for a nice, romantic bath. He was really turning this night into something special.

Liv turned to the mirror and played with her hair until it was sexy enough for her liking… and David's. He put a bit of lip gloss on and then left the bathroom to slip into a sexy black nightgown that hid the bad curves and showcased the good ones. It stopped mid-thigh and she slipped on a pair of black silk and lace panties and sexy black heels. Liv grabbed a long silk black robe that hung in her closet and put it on. She tied the sash and adjusted the opening enough to show off her legs and chest. The entire ensemble looked more like a slightly slutty idea of formal evening wear than bedroom attire. It was perfect.

Olivia opened her bedroom door and leaned up against the frame, waiting for David to notice her. He had been correcting the music on her stereo when he heard the door open. When he turned around, all was lost on him except the image of a goddess in black before him.

"Oh, wow!" was all David could come up with; words failing him at that moment.

She came up with her most husky sexy voice and said, "You wanted this night to be special, so…," she coyly played with the sash of the robe and moved her right leg enough to reveal more of it, "is this special enough for you?"

He moved from the stereo to stand before her. "You are amazing, you know that?" He tenderly cupped her face and passionately kissed her. Liv held onto his waist as the kiss went explosive.

When it was finished, both were breathless and somewhat surprised. Their passion for each other really was intense. Their foreheads touched as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.

"So, what's for dinner?" Liv finally asked,

"I made chicken parmesan with linguini. I know you like takeout, but I know you like Italian food and this is real," he answered.

She scoffed with a smile and playfully pushed him away. "Hey! What I make is real, too, you know? You've had my cooking. Tell me, it wasn't good stuff."

David pulled her close and led her toward the candlelit table for two. "Okay, okay. It is good stuff. You can cook real food. But, tonight, you will dine on something I've created. You'll love it." He held out her chair and gently pushed it in when she sat down. He sat down in the chair across from her.

Olivia watched him and got curious. "Are you sure you're not proposing? Because, seriously, this seems all too elaborate for special normal dinner. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but… this is something you do if you have something extra planned."

"No. Just a simple special dinner for the two of us. No proposals of any kind tonight. Just you and me, good food, hopefully no interruptions, dancing, dessert, a nice relaxing bath, romance, and talking," David explained.

"So long as I'm not the only one doing the talking. You got to tell me things, too, you know. If this is to be a romantic evening, you can't have me do all this talking about my past. It's emotionally draining and, believe me, it takes the buzz out of a perfectly good romance," Liv pointed out and began eating her chicken parmesan. The sudden burst of flavor in her mouth made her moan. "My God, this is amazing!"

"See, told you," David answered. They ate in silence for a while. "So, can I ask you a question?"

"And the talking begins, I see," she quipped and took a sip of her wine. "Go ahead."

"Well, I was making dinner and taking things out and putting things back in your fridge and I noticed something," he started.

"What?"

"Who is Calvin Benson? Is he your nephew or something?" he asked and watched Olivia freeze up. The drawing that was held up on the fridge with a magnet. The drawing of her dressed in uniform that Calvin had drawn for her just before he was taken away. The drawing that he had signed, using her last name as his. David watched her carefully and wondered if he should have asked about it. "Liv?"

She sighed and took another drink before looking straight at him. "Remember, that night we had drinks together and you asked me if I had kids? I said, I was just getting over something. A year ago, I was working a rape case. One of them was a woman who was dying. She was raped several years ago and then had a daughter. That daughter had issues with booze and pills. Long story short, she disappeared and decided to leave her son in my custody. His name is Calvin Arliss. He's now heading toward those teenage years. One day, a case came up and it involved Calvin's mother and her friend. The friend was arrested for murdering this guy but got off and, upon leaving the court building, was shot and killed by Calvin's father. Then, believing that I ruined her life, Calvin's mother convinced Calvin's father and Social Services that I shouldn't be allowed to take care of him anymore and took him away to live with his paternal grandparents in Vermont. Not long before he was taken away, he had given me that picture he had made in school. Me as a cop… and signed it using my last name as his because he said I rescued him."

The tears welled up in her eyes, remembering when Calvin had given it to her and told her look at how he signed it. For the first time in her life, she actually felt like a mother.

David watched her reaction. "So, now I get the part about it being emotionally draining."

Liv chuckled and wiped the tears away. "I told you so. You got to stop trying to make me cry, David; I thought you like me."

David responded with quiet chuckle. "I do and I'm not trying to make you cry. Is everything in your past so painful?"

"One word to describe the majority of my life: Tragedy. Bad things keep happening. There are good moments, too," she answered.

"One more possibly painful question. Do you want children of your own?"

Olivia looked him dead in the eyes and let the tears well up again. "More than anything in this world."

The couple had finished the rest of the dinner. He then brought Liv into the kitchen and pulled up two stools. Then, he pulled out two bowls of vanilla ice cream from freezer and set them on the counter in front of her. Then he grabbed the can of whipped cream and assorted toppings ranging from candy and cookie bits to granolas and nuts. Then the cherries and syrups and set them around the bowls and sat down next to her.

"After that 'emotionally draining' dinner, let's have a little indulgence," David suggested.

Liv grabbed the can of whipped cream and eyed him. "First you make me cry, then you decide you want to fatten me up. I thought this was supposed to be a special dinner. Can I rewind and say I would rather you propose to me?"

"Sorry, too late to take it back," he quipped. "Just indulge. Forget about everything and enjoy the ice cream."

"Okay, but only if I get to ask you about your past."

"Done. What do you want to know?"

Liv sprayed some whipped cream around the edge of her bowl before taking a handful of granola and sprinkling it on top. She thought for a moment about what question she should ask. A few cookie bits and M&Ms later, she found one to start off with. "What was your childhood like?"

"Not as tragic as yours. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. The only bad thing that ever happened was when we went on vacation to the Bahamas when I was ten. We were gone for a couple weeks and when we got back home, our house and few others on the block were completely wiped out by burglars. Everything was taken, including the furniture. Several very old family photos and jewelry were gone. And I had this really cool baseball card collection underneath an old floorboard in my room. They took that, too. We went to the cops and they were able to catch the guys and we only got about half our stuff back. Some furniture and other things but all the antique photos and jewelry and my cards were all gone. And then, when I was sixteen, my best friend had just purchased his beautiful black mustang he had been saving up for. Two weeks after he got it, it was frat week at the college that was a few blocks away from where he lived. A couple guys were drunk and driving around, and hit him as he was coming home from work. His would've been fine, except his car had spun around and slammed into a gas station pump. Before he was able to get out of the car, the thing exploded and killed him. The boys were charged and sentenced for… God, I think they're probably out now. There were several eyewitnesses that night that saw the whole thing."

Liv sat there holding the cherries she was planning on placing in her sundae. Before becoming a cop, the only bad things that happened to her were from her mother. No burglaries and no losing friends to drunk drivers. "I'm sorry, David."

"It's fine. The burglary thing… I got over that not long after it happened. Even losing my baseball cards. And, my best friend? I still miss him. When they were going through his things afterward, his parents gave me his record collection. He had a lot of both jazz and rock records that we spent listening to. The classics. But the rest of my childhood was great," he finished and started eating his loaded up sundae. He had decked it out in whipped cream, cookie bits and candy, and all the colorful sprinkles he had. Three cherries and chocolate syrup completed the whole thing.

Liv dropped her cherries on the sundae and added a little bit of strawberry syrup and chocolate syrup and started eating her dessert. "I can't tell which is worse: being robbed of everything and losing your best friend or living with an alcohol mother whose moods ran the gamut between alcoholic abuser and sober okay moments."

"At least we both survived it and came out okay, save for a few scars," David stated solemnly. They sat in silence for a moment, reflecting on things.

Then, to deflect the somber moment, Liv picked up the can of whipped cream and sprayed a bit onto David's nose and smiled. He was startled by her action after such a depressing moment, but quickly recovered and grabbed the can from her and went to spray some on her head, but Olivia moved back a little and the whipped topping ended up landing on part of her face and her upper chest. She giggled and went to grab the can from him but he moved it out of her reach and pulled her into him for a kiss.

The whipped cream from his nose made its way to her face and the cream on her chest was now smeared onto his shirt. But it was ignored as Olivia wrapped her arms around David's neck and deepened the kiss. David wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

After, what seemed like an amazing forever, they separated but never let go. Liv noticed she had some of the whipped cream, from his nose, on her face, and the whipped cream that was on her chest had now stained his shirt. And her skin was feeling a bit sticky. She glanced at their half-eaten sundaes and saw they had somewhat melted. She looked back at him. "I think we can forgo the rest of dessert and probably the dancing. Your shirt's stained and this stuff is starting to feel sticky. I saw the candles and stuff in the bathroom. A nice, soothing and relaxing bath sounds nice."

David reluctantly detached himself from her and started to move away. "Okay, can you blow out the candles in here? Leaving the ones in the bedroom, though. It might take me awhile to fill up the tub, so if you want to put away the dessert stuff and the ice cream bowls, you can. I'll call you when it's ready."

"Okay. Don't make me wait too long," Liv replied coyly and gave him a seductive look.

"God, woman, you are going to kill me!" he exclaimed in his sexy voice and walked toward her bathroom.

Liv laughed and cleaned up the ice cream stuff and the mess from the whipped cream. She dumped the bowls into the sink, saving to clean them the next day, and started blowing out all the candles in the kitchen, on the dinner table, and all over the living room until the entire room was dark. She picked out one long-stem rose from a bouquet sitting on her coffee table and brought it to her nose as she headed slowly into her bedroom and sat on the bed. The bathroom door was closed and she heard the water still running to fill up the tub.

The rose smelled heavenly and the petals were silky against her cheek. She untied the robe and slid it off her body and tossed it over a chair, then kicked off the black heels and used her bare feet to push them under the bed. She lay back on the bed and felt the rose petals beneath her, caressing her skin. Olivia also noticed that this wasn't her normal bed sheet. It was white but it felt like satin. She sat up and took a closer glance around the room and saw a white box sitting on a chair by her closet door.

Liv still heard the water running, so she knew David was still busy, and she headed to the box and lifted the lid and pulled back the tissue paper. She lifted up a black silk and lace slip that looked like the one she was wearing now, but it looked only slightly shorter at the hem and with a lower cut to reveal more cleavage. And it came with a pair of black silk and lace boy shorts. Olivia smiled; David really knew how to treat her. She slipped out of her slip and the panties and put the new outfit on. She tossed her other stuff in the closet and closed the lid on the box and stood up to admire her new attire. Like the other one, it managed to hide the bad curves somehow and accentuate her good curves, with emphasis on the chest. It was a lower cut and revealed more than the other one, but it was a dream.

Suddenly, the sound of the water running was silenced. She headed toward the bathroom door. "Are you ready, yet?"

"Just about. You can come in, now," came a muffled reply. She opened the bathroom door to see David standing there in a white cotton robe. The candles were lit and placed in places that made the whole room light up in a warm glow. The scent that filled the air was heavenly and she couldn't figure out if it was from the candles or the bubble bath before her. And, the rose petals were everywhere, including on the tub, some of them held aloft by the suds. Then, she noticed David staring at her.

"I saw what you bought me. I love it!" she responded in a sexy voice of her own. It didn't sound as sexy as David's but it worked enough to make him react.

"Nice try on the voice. Yeah, I bought this for you, and I never expected it to look this good. Wow!" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's kind of like the one I was just wearing, only this one is shorter - top and bottom - and it came with shorts. It fits like the other one," Liv explained. "Thank you, David."

"You're welcome, Liv," David responded. "Now, as much as I would like to see you in your present, I'd much rather see you out of it… and in the tub… for now. And, you don't need to be self-conscious about me seeing your body. Remember, I love the way you are… and, I've already seen you naked. In the bathroom with the lights…"

"…With water spraying down on us so we kind of had to close our eyes," Liv finished.

"You did. I couldn't stop staring at you."

She smiled and sighed. "Stop being so perfect."

"Never going to happen," he replied and moved to her. "Now, let's get undressed and into the tub before the water turns cold."

"Okay."

David helped undress her before shedding his robe and shorts. He stepped into the tub and sat back. Liv followed and sat down and leaned back against his body. She picked up some bubbles with her hand and blew at them, sending them into the air before landing back on the mountain of bubbles.

"These bubbles are insane. It's like a mountain; I can't see the other end of the tub," she pointed out.

"Don't need to. The bubbles will disappear in time," he told her. They then sat in silence for a while, just relaxing in the hot water.

Liv tilted her head up and noticed David had dried whipped cream still on his face so she reached behind him and grabbed a small bath sponge and put a little bit of soap on it and dipped it in the water and brought it back up. She sat up and turned her body a little bit and ran the sponge over David's face, cleaning off the whipped cream.

When she was done, David took the sponge from her. He touched it to her face and cleaned off the whipped cream stains. "Now, turn out and lean back against me," he told her gently. Liv did as told and settled back into him. David added a little bit more soap to the small sponge and dipped it in the water then touched it to her chest, where the whipped cream had landed and rubbed around, clearing her skin of the sticky dessert topping.

Liv loved the feel of him moving the soft sponge over her upper chest. It was soothing, yet, such a turn-on. David moved it slowly over her shoulders and neck.

He sensed her desire and moved the sponge back onto the ledge where Liv had picked it up. David moved his hands up and down her arms, caressing them. She tilted her head back and moved to kiss him.

It went from tender and loving to sultry and intense in seconds. Liv moved to turn around and straddle him. The kisses were heated and they had their hands running all over each other. David reached for her hips and moved her closer to him. She smiled.

They made love in the tub until the water grew cold. They stepped out of the tub and wrapped themselves in towels and David drained the tub. He helped dry out the tips of her hair that had touched the water; she helped dry his hair that had gotten wet from her fingers running through it.

Once they were dry, the pair moved to the bedroom and onto Liv's satin-covered bed. They abandoned the towels and rolled around on the bed, just making out, tangling themselves within the satin sheet. Rose petals went flying as the sheet became more and more tangled until the couple settled comfortable under it, with the remaining petals still lingering in places.

While they had been blow-drying in the bathroom, they had used the dryer to blow the candles out so darkness poured out from the doorway. In the bedroom, the candles remained, however melted, and gave the room and soft glow that gleamed off of the white satin.

"David, this was perfect; the entire night was amazing. Thank you," Liv told him in between kisses.

"You're welcome. You put up with so much stuff at work; I wanted to give you a night that was just about relaxing… except for the part where things got emotional. I wanted to treat you to something different," David replied.

"You've been treating me since our weekend together. I love it. It has been so long since I've had something like this. David, you got to know something… I don't date very often, if at all. So, to have you; to have this... thank you, again," she explained to him and moved her body from his side to on top of him. "And, I don't mind the emotional part. We learn things about each other; I like that. Just as long as the emotions don't take over the whole night, I'm fine."

"Good," he responded and they began making out again and running their hands all over each other. Finally, a thought passed into his head. "You know, we never got to dance. I had the music all set up."

"That's okay; maybe some other time. For now, I've got a different kind of dancing planned," Liv stated and moved her body hard against his. They made love for hours, leaving the candles to burn out by themselves.

Before falling asleep in the darkness, Liv knew there would come a moment where she would have to tell David some of her biggest secrets: Elliot Stabler and Lowell Harris and Sealview. She didn't know how he would take hearing about one of the most important people of her life. If he cared about her at all, she hoped he would react with slight jealousy but be okay with it… and maybe hate Elliot, just a little, for leaving behind a hurt and broken Olivia. Liv didn't even want to think about how David would react about Lowell Harris and Sealview. Hell, she didn't even like to think about it.

It had taken place about a half-decade ago, but there were times when it felt like it was more recently. Every now and then, she would have a nightmare, or see his face in a dream and wake up sweating. Liv had recovered from her PTSD a long time ago, but it was something that no amount of therapy and time would ever make her forget. She just hoped that David wouldn't treat her any different once he found out. She knew she was pretty much in love with the guy asleep next to her, and hoped and prayed that it would last. It had to… she deserved this.

END NOTE: I don't know if I plan on having Liv tell David about her sexual assault. Maybe the Elliot Stabler saga, sure, but… given the time they were together; I may or may not write it in before they split.

This storyline pretty much is taking place between "Hunting Ground" and "Justice Denied" where the couple broke up.

Never wanted them to break up. They should bring him back.