What You Wish For

Chapter 17

Soooo I wanted to throw in a little flashback scene to break up the angst a little bit. I like writing Fi and Olivia and thought I'd give them a little whirl again. I'd love some feedback! Follows and favourites are great and I appreciate them all but a couple of words in a review would be greatly appreciated too! None of them are mine, I'm just slowly destroying their lives. Thanks! Read and review!

"What are you smiling about?"

They were reclined on her sofa, a movie playing on the television. Fin looked at her in surprise?

"Huh?" His eyes roamed her face, looking for a clue as to what he'd missed. He'd been lost in thought.

"You looked a million miles away." Liv pushed herself up against his chest, gazing down at him. Fin brought his hands up from where they had been resting on her lower back to caress her face.

"S'nothin', Baby Girl. Was jus' thinkin'." He gave her a gentle smile before pecking her on the lips. Resting his head back on the arm of the sofa he found her still watching him. He chuckled. "What?" He asked with a smile.

"Nothing." She gave him a perplexed smile before resting her head back on his chest and facing the television.

It was late. Too late to be up and watching a movie, and yet, neither of them felt like sleeping. They'd ended up ordering take out and settling on the sofa to watch a movie. Liv had snuggled up to him about halfway through and Fin wasn't complaining one bit. This was a side of her she rarely showed, despite the time they were spending together. Dressed in leggings and an old NYPD sweatshirt, her hair ruffled and her makeup washed off, she looked relax and at ease. He relished that he was being granted this side of her.

His fingers idly played with the hem of the sweater, teasing the warm skin he felt beneath. Was she wearing anything under that? His lips quirked, hoping that she wasn't. She had no idea how beautiful she was, and wouldn't listen when he told her as such. Her olive skin, her dark eyes and hair. She was a knockout and didn't even know it. How had he gotten so lucky?

"There you go again! What are you thinking about, Fin?" She slapped him gently on the chest, and Fin raised his hands in surrender.

"Whoa, whoa!" He laughed, sitting up slightly.

"What's so funny?" Liv gave him a fierce, but playful look before pouting. God, Fin wanted to pull that lip between his teeth. "Are you laughing at me?" She asked.

"Not at all, Liv." Fin assured. His hands trailed gently down her arms, soothing her. "I was just daydreamin'." He gave an embarrassed shrug.

"You were daydreaming?" Liv raised an eyebrow.

"What? I can daydream" Fin gave her a playful scowl before tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

"What were you daydreaming about?" Liv was persistent, he'd give her that.

"Babies." He said simply, enjoying the look of surprise that crossed her features.

"Babies?"

"Yeah." He smiled, enjoying her confusion.

"What about babies?" Liv pushed herself to sitting; Fin following her. Liv tucked herself into the opposite corner of the sofa, crossing her legs and watching him intently. Fin turned, his knee bumping hers and his hand falling to her thigh.

Touching her like this was a new phenomenon. One that he had quickly gotten addicted to. It was hard to curb the desire when they were at the station, but when they were alone he saw no reason to deny himself. He found reasons to be touching her in some way. It was a comfort to him and he recognised that Liv was beginning to take comfort in his touches, too.

"Just that you're going to make beautiful babies," he said softly, slightly embarrassed by his admission. It was one thing to be thinking it, but another to admit it out loud. The soft smile on her face let him know he shouldn't have worried.

"You were thinking about my beautiful babies?" She teased. Fin managed an abashed smile and a shrug.

"Makin' babies with you is pretty much all I'm thinkin' bout when we're alone together." His voice was huskier than he'd intended.

"That so?" Her own voice had dropped, matching his, but still holding its playful tone.

"Sometimes when we're not alone, too. Gonna get me in trouble at the station." He tried to keep his face serious. Liv's smile was contagious, however, and he returned it.

"Wouldn't want to give you a hard time in the office, Fin." She said with a smirk. Fin's hand tightened on her thigh, his thumb caressing her gently; counteracting his firm grasp. "Was that really what you were thinking about?" She gave him a sceptical look. Fin nodded. His hand had taken on a mind of its own and was slowing caressing her thigh. Liv wasn't complaining and he could feel the heat of her skin radiating against his hand through the thin material of her leggings.

"Was thinkin' that you'd have a little girl." Liv raised an eyebrow. "She'd have brown eyes and hair and look just like her mama." He quirked a lopsided smile before meeting her eyes. "Course, she'd have our stubbornness too. Pain in the ass. Can see it now. She'll run you ragged but it'll be karma for the years of torture you've put us all through." He laughed when she slapped him playfully in the chest again. She caught him by surprise by following it with a quick kiss.

The kiss quickly turned passionate as her hands tightened on the nape of his neck, holding him to her. His tongue sought hers as the duelled passionately. His hands trailed through her hair. A moan tore itself from his throat as she pushed herself forward, her body settling against his. His hands moved from her hair down her back and under the hem of the sweatshirt. He discovered that she was indeed not wearing a bra and a smile crossed his lips before she claimed them in a fierce kiss once more. Moving his hands up and under the sweater he caressed the skin of her back gently, his fingers igniting goose bumps.

Liv's hands were making short work of the light sweater Fin was wearing as they pushed it up and over his head. Fin chuckled at her haste but helped her nonetheless. His own hands were making their way into her leggings and rejoicing in the knowledge that she had forgone underwear as well.

Pushing himself up, suddenly, Fin held Liv to himself as he turned them and lay her back on the sofa cushions. He pulled her sweater over her head before quickly divesting her of her leggings. His own sweater and jeans joined her clothes in a pile on the floor. Looking down at her flushed face, he entered her, his lips tracing hers as her nails dragged across the skin of his shoulders. They moved together, her legs tight around his hips, his arms cradling her head, the two of them cramped on the small sofa, and yet, not caring a bit.

Afterwards, Fin had resumed his place on his back with his head resting on the arm of the sofa. Liv lay cradled against his chest, her hair tickling him as it fluttered with each of her breaths. He had pulled the throw rug from the back of the sofa and draped it across their naked bodies. He held her tightly, his eyes falling on the television, as his mind wandered. He couldn't forget the excitement that had shone in her eyes as he'd described her child to her.

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Fin startled out of his reverie at a sound in the doorway. It took him a moment to place himself, before realising he was still in Olivia's room at the hospital. His eyes fell to the doorway, hoping it wasn't Stabler.

"Hey," Munch said softly, moving into the room.

"Hey." Fin released Liv's hand and shifted back in the seat. He watched as Munch entered the room, his eyes on Liv, before placing the bouquet of flowers on the side table.

"How is she?" Munch asked.

"Still the same. She's still under." Fin caught the sympathetic look the older man gave him, before Munch gazed down on Liv.

"She's strong. Aren't you Liv. You'll come back to us." He gently patted her leg before looking at his partner. "How are you holding up?"

"'m fine." Fin looked away.

"Are you really?" Munch persisted.

"What's that s'posed to mean?" Fin turned back to the other man, glaring.

"I know, Fin." Munch said gently. "I heard you."

"You don't know nothin'." Fin said angrily, not knowing what to do with his body but stand. He glared at Munch.

"I know that you were the father of Liv's baby." Munch gave his partner a sad smile, his voice gentle. He could see the myriad of emotions flicker across Fin's face. "I won't say anything to anyone, don't worry." He raised his hand in front of him. "But you should have said something. To me at least. I thought we were partners."

"Wasn't my news to tell." Fin said with an angry shrug. He didn't want to be having this conversation.

"Cragen thinks Elliot is the father."

"Cragen can think what he wants." Fin snarled. He took a deep breath, wanting to calm himself. He needed to be calm. He didn't want to be having this conversation. He didn't want Liv hearing this conversation.

"You need to tell him." Munch urged, gently.

"You need to back the hell off!" Fin growled, sitting down angrily and taking Liv's hand in his. He caressed her fingers gently, forcing himself to make his body relax.

"Okay, okay." Munch conceded. "I'm here if you want to talk, though." He sat in the chair on the opposite side of the bed, his eyes catching his partner's. He tried to convey the sympathy that he felt for the other man, as well as the support he was offering. He knew Fin. He knew how he played things close to the vest. He knew that the other man would rarely ask for help, and was even less likely to accept help that was offered to him.

The two men sat in silence for several minutes, the tension slowly dissipating. Munch thought that Fin wasn't going to say any more when he heard his partner's voice, soft, from the other side of the bed.

"Thanks, Munch."

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