Pretty Poison

(Chapter Fourteen: Life Gets In The Way)

Olivia walked down the hall from the bathroom to check on Noah asleep on Elliot's bed surrounded by the wall of pillows she had built up around him. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the baby's cheek.

"Mommy loves you angel," she whispered softly.

She tossed her towel across the end of the bed and slipped into one of Elliot's button down shirts. She opened the dresser drawers until she found a black plastic comb and ran it through her soft wet locks, then tossed it back onto the dresser.

Moments later Olivia returned to the living room to find Elliot watching the end of a football game on television.

"How you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Just tired, worried." She sat on the arm of the couch and looked at him.

Elliot placed his hand on her knee. "We are going to get to the bottom of this, Liv. Fin and Munch were able to get a shot of the car from the surveillance video. They are going over it right now, frame by frame to try to find something we can use to track this guy down. I wish you could just relax."

"Relax? Elliot, some maniac tried to run me off the road today. And our son was in the car. I can't relax."

"I know, Liv. I know. I didn't mean that…. Come here," Elliot said raising his hand and placing it into hers. He pulled her into his arms and just held her for a moment. "Just breathe, baby. Right now, we need to focus on our family. You and me and Noah. I know you are scared, Olivia, I am too. But everyone in our department is working to track this guy down. I'm just saying that, even if it is just for tonight, we should try to focus on our family. Let those guys worry about the case." Elliot kissed her tenderly. "I'm going to go set up the bassinet in the bedroom. I grabbed the baby monitor, it is in the your duffel bag with your clothes. I'm going to move Noah to his bed and jump in the shower. Why don't you go on to bed and try and get some rest? Or I packed your book and there are dozens of movies on."

"Yeah," she said softly running her fingers through her hair. "Thank you for going to get our stuff, Elliot. We probably could have made it one night with out it, but I think Noah will sleep better in his bassinette than he does between us in the bed."

"And I know you will sleep better this way. And I scoped out the apartment, I didn't see any strange cars."

Olivia pressed her lips together, then stood to follow him down the hall to the bedroom. Elliot turned on the bedside lamp to get the bassinette ready for the baby. As he did Noah began to stir. Olivia kissed her son's forehead then changed him and sat on the bed to nurse him before laying him down in his bed for the night.

"I'm going to jump in the shower real quick," Elliot said leaning down to kiss her. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Night buddy," Elliot said kissing his son.

Olivia finished nursing Noah and burped him. Before long he was sound asleep once more. She climbed into the bed and turned on the television and turned off the light. She exhaled softly and tried to relax, but it was no use. She grabbed the baby monitor and headed down the hallway to talk to Elliot as she heard the shower shut off.

"Hey," she said pushing the door open slowly.

"How's Noah?" he asked cleaning the water from his ears with a cotton swab.

"Sound asleep."

"Good. He's a tough little kid."

"He shouldn't have to be."

"Did you really expect anything else? Look at what we go through every day. He came from two pretty tough parents. He fine, Liv. All of this will pass and he will never even remember it."

"I know, I just hate that he is even exposed to stuff like this. He is just a little baby."

"But he is very loved and very protected by everyone around him. No one is going to hurt him, Olivia. I promise you that. I'm gonna make sure of it." Elliot hugged her tight.

Olivia nestled her forehead against his bare chest as he held her. "I just thank God that Noah and I have you. That we decided to give this a try and raise our son together. Because I don't know how I could have made it through the pregnancy, let alone these past eight weeks without you. I love you so much."

Elliot raised her to sit on the counter and rested his forehead against hers to stare into her eyes. "I love you too, Olivia Benson." He cupped his hand against her cheek and kissed her tenderly. He slipped his hands under her butt and pulled her to him.

Olivia laughed and sighed as he kissed under her chin. "Like I said, you just need to relax."

"It's just not that easy, Elliot."

"I know. I have heard that," he said with a smile as he brushed his nose against hers. "But I think I know how I can help you out with that."

Elliot pulled her knees up under his arms and leaned her back against the steamy mirror, moving in to kiss her once more. Olivia giggled and moaned as Elliot kissed under her neck. He moved his hand up her thigh and slid her panties down her legs until the fell into the floor.

He reached up and unbuttoned the shirt until it gaped open revealing her warm golden skin underneath. Elliot stared into her eyes and placed his fingertips against her lips. He dragged them gently down her chin, under her neck, across her collarbone and down between her breasts.

"You are so beautiful," Elliot whispered raising her body to hold it against his.

He pressed his mouth to hers as Olivia stretched her arms around his neck and tipped her head allowing him access to her neck once more. He reached town and unwrapped the towel from around his waist dropping it to the cold tile of the bathroom floor.

Elliot moved forward and slid her hips in to him as he entered her. Olivia moaned softly and leaned back against the mirror once more. She held tight to his lower back as he sped up his movements inside her. Olivia gasped and bit her lower lip as she turned her eyes to look at the baby monitor laying beside them on the counter.

"El," she panted.

"He's asleep baby. He makes one sound and we'll know." Elliot stopped for a moment and rested his hand beside her head against the bathroom mirror. He stared into her eyes for and kissed her gently. "You want to stop?"

She looked down at the monitor again, then looked back at Elliot. "No," she gasped softly. "He's okay."

Moments later he had her moaning again. Olivia gasped for breath as he crashed is body against hers. She reached back over her head smearing the steamed mirror with her fingertips as she sighed and curled her toes against Elliot's calf muscles.

Elliot pulled her up to him again. He placed one hand behind the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair as he kissed her passionately. Olivia smoothed her hands down his strong muscular back and onto his ass. She moaned as she clawed at it and pulled him harder into her, rocking her body against his.

She smiled and giggled a bit as she felt beads of sweat trickling down his freshly showered body. Elliot kept his movements hard and strong watching the flicker in her eyes as she pressed her forehead to his once more. A few more thrusts and he dropped his hands to rest on each side of her.

He stopped moving as she gasped to catch her breath. Elliot took a step back, pulling out of her and just stared at her for a moment. She sat on the edge of the bathroom counter with a look of disappointment on her face, her eyes pleading for more. Still wearing his button down shirt, every button undone. The white pinstriped material gently shrouding her nipples as it hung down, but revealing the inner curve of her full breast. Her white cotton panties in a crumpled mass on the floor beneath her feet.

Her breathing had returned to normal now as she stared at him, her eyes glazed over from the intoxication of their union. Elliot reached out for her hand locking his fingers in hers. He pulled her from the counter and lead her down the hall into the bedroom. He laid her across the bed and began to lower himself to her.

"Noah," she said softly staring into Elliot's eyes.

They had never made love with the baby in the room before. Elliot pulled back and raised up on the bed. He stood up and walked to the bassinette to look in on their infant son. He brushed his fingertip across the baby's head and tucked his blanket in around him.

He walked back to the bed, crawling in over the top of Olivia and sliding her hips down to him. He kissed her with soft little kisses as she smiled up at him. "He's sound asleep." Elliot lowered himself on to her and was inside her once more.

"What if we wake him up?" She whispered.

"We'll just have to be quiet. No screaming," he said with a laugh. "And if he does wake up then daddy will just have to explain to him why daddy making mommy moan is really a good thing."

Olivia laughed. "He's a little young for the sex talk, El."

"It is never too early to talk with your kids about sex and drugs. Don't you have cable?"

She laughed again and draped her arm around his neck as she placed a passionate kiss on his lips. "Concentrate," she said seductively staring into him with her chocolate eyes. They made love for hours that night, until their bodies just couldn't handle anymore and demanded sleep. Olivia curled up in his arms and in moments was sound asleep.

The next morning she opened her eyes to look at her son laying between them in the bed. Noah had gotten mommy and daddy up in the wee hours of the morning to be fed and changed. Olivia sat up to nurse him as Elliot slipped on his boxers and moved to the living room to locate the diaper bag in the dark.

She reached out and traced her finger over the curve of the baby's cheek as he closed his fist around her finger. "Good morning angel," she cooed softly to her son.

"Well, good morning to you, too."

She smiled at Elliot. "I was talking to our son."

Elliot cupped his hand against the side of her face and leaned in to kiss her. He dragged his hand down her shoulder and across the strap of the satin night gown she now wore. Elliot looked at her as the sunlight shined of the copper strands of her hair.

"I have something," he said smiling at her.

"You have what?" She asked playing along.

Elliot rolled over and picked up a small box off the nightstand beside the bed and laid it on the pillow Noah was laying on. It was a black velvet box with a gold ribbon.

"What is this?"

"A gift. Noah helped me pick it out."

"He did, huh?"

"Open it."

Olivia held up the box and smiled at him over it as she untied the ribbon. She raised the lid and stared inside it for a few moments with out a word. After a minute her eyes shifted to meet Elliot's.

"I had a nice romantic dinner planned at your apartment. Candles and roses and music and I was going to cook for you. Then everything then life kind of got in the way when that crazed man tried to run you off the road. Then I was going to wait for some spontaneous perfect moment and just drop to one knee. Then I woke up with you here next to me this morning. And our beautiful baby asleep in the bed between us and I realized that no moment could ever be a wonderful as this one. This was my perfect moment. Olivia, you are my best friend and the mother of my child. I live for you and I could never live without you. I wouldn't want to. With this ring I am offering you a promise of forever. My life, my heart, my love. Always. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in the world. And I want to fall asleep next to you every night and wake beside you every morning for the rest of my life. And if every morning of the rest of my life started like this one, I would be the happiest man in the world. Olivia, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

She stared into his eyes and smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. She looked down at little Noah cooing in the bed between them. Elliot was the only man she had ever really loved and the father of her child. The man she hoped would father her future children. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with him. She took a deep breath as she looked into his eyes.

"Yes."