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Chapter: 21
Title: Good Vibrations
Summary:Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatibility and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings undercontrol. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, cliche they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to suppress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.
A/N:So its Tuesday, it'll probably be Wednesday when I finish this chapter, and I'll probably have it up on Thursday...Haha. Wow, thats the first time I've planned things out. Usually I'm half-assing everything and going by my own plan-as-you-go agenda. Hell, I don't even have an agenda. I'm a very random person. Normally, my snob of roomy, whom I call Barbie (because I swear she looks just like the plastic blond!), has to throw something at me to wake me up, and I get up with a slight murmur, "Thanks." And roll back over... Yeah.. I ain't a morning person... But thats why God allows Starbucks coffee :) SVU is on in a few...YAY!! I am so FUCKING EXCITED!! I can't keep STILL!! God, the SUSPENSE SUCKS!! I have a bit of a impulse to move my hands alot whenever I get excited Lmfao. I couldn't type that without laughing because it makes it seem like I'm mentally disabled... But then again, stranger things have happened to me.
Har Har Har... Pirate talk is EO Gutter talk mates!
NO ITS NOT!! I can't help it when I talk like a pirate... I blame Walt Disney's POfuckingC for my speech inpedament. Swear. POC should be a PG-13 drug. It sounds like one... In Fact, I'm pretty sure there is a drug called POC. Wudafuzup. Yeah. FUZ! Not FUX! I like FUZ betterz. Mwaha. Ha. I ramble in every damn A/N. No wonder my Speech Professor loves me so much. I talk all the fucking time, and then to be super random. I never even notice when I ramble either. Its always my friends who stop me and ask me what the hell I was talking about or rather how the hell I got on that topic... Which makes me realize I still need to buy Chelsea Handlers book...
I have missed two of her new eps! I am PizzeD off. With a capital P and D, and yes two z's. For emphasis you know? I am running out of minutes on my cell again! IF I could sing Opera, I would sing, "fuuucccckkk!" Cause thats how it is when I have no mins! I go bored, or I go insane. Or I relax because some people just don't when to stop texting. You'd think they'd get the hint when you don't reply...
Anywho.
I seem to have forgotten my own story line for this fic lmao. Nah. I remember it! I just love smut and I had to put it in there. Years of deprivation is a perfect reason and excuse for some lengthy smut, don't you all agree? If DW won't give, I will. Shoot. I say we have been waiting TOO DAMN LONG! Screw what all the anti-EO people say, wait. Are there any anti-EO? I DON'T THINK SO!
In this chapter, and the next: More smut! YES! Last of the smut till chapter 25 maybe. myheartbeats4thee mentioned a place that neither Sam nor I thought up... Well, we might have but it never came up. THE WEIGHT ROOM!! Mwahah. We all know Elliot loves to work out...Maybe he can get a better work out with a naked Liv? Hm? Good idea! Okay. Elliot gets Olivia to spill the beans about her niece Carly, and so Elliot thinks that they should all go out together. The Benson-Stabler family is growing :) Meanwhile, back with the peanut gallery, Munch and Casey seem to have a little somethin goin on, if you know what I'm sayin. He has her by the ears with his theories! Fin and Lake are obviously un-entertained and so the two are sent on a case that which they find out Olivia is who the perp is after next! LE GASP! How the hell will that turn out? I don't fucking know! I haven't written it yet, and I can say that it won't be in this chapter. Mwaha. You know what that means... This is a cliffy. More suspense :) Mwaha. Which means you have to review if you want more! This chapter is going to be mighty long my friends! And I need reviews to motivate. Ever since my little two day break, I haven't been getting that much feedback...That is WHY I never wanted to fall behind! Doh!
How evil and twisted am I to hold my own fic hostage? Sad. Very sad. I didn't include a recap or any smart-ass comments about the new episode because quite frankly, I'm fucking pissed! I will ramble about that in my next A/N, or maybe at the end of the chapter. Depends on my mood when this chapter is through. You know? Because hand-cuffs, sarcasm and a gun, Elliot, Olivia...kind of distracts me in more ways than one! Damn them for having such control over me and its pretty damn sad when I can't even control my smutholic and smuterific mind!
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If there was ever such a thing as a mood killer between them, traffic was definitely looking good to fill the spot. It had been nearly half an hour since their little performance at work, and honestly, the only thing Olivia could even think about at the moment was how good it would feel to just...sleep. Elliot seemed preoccupied, fumbling with the radio stations, going back and forth between country and rock. Eventually, she'd gotten tired of the constant switch, and she swatted his hand away before fixing on a station. The sound of Within Temptation filled his ears, and he quickly gave a nod of approval.
"You know, I've always loved this band." She whispered, lip singing to the words as she smoothed her fingers over the soft leather of the seat. There was a sort of fascination running between them then; and only Elliot could sense the true meaning behind her soft spoken words.
"Really? I never pegged you for a new age metal type of girl." The comment earned him a glare, and he held up his hands in defense before lightly pressing on the gas as they moved a few more inches.
"And I never really pegged you for a Celine Dion type of guy." His face flushed, and he instantly began recalling the times he'd played his favorite Dion song in the cribs. 'How does she...'
"Oh yeah. I heard you in the cribs shower that day. Crooning 'Because you loved me.' You got quite the voice there partner." Her obvious grin was enough to arouse him, but at the moment, he was fighting for his dignity. And he wasn't about to let this one go without some type of argument. Be it humor, anger, or down right sex.
"I didn't know you had a voice either Liv." His evil, shit-eating grin caused her to straighten her posture, and she eyed him.
"What do you mean?"
"I think you know."
Again, he challenged her. If anyone knew how competitive she were, it was him. He always enjoyed jumping into full on battles with her. In truth, the very sight of her kicking-ass at anything caused his dick to stir. And needless to say, hours after while he relaxed at his one bedroom pad, his hand and dick ached with use. And as of right now, he had a whole new reason to rile her up. For whatever she needed to let out, he'd be happy to take it out with her in the bedroom. There certainly weren't any rules to venting. Especially when the venting was great sex. Screw what the state of New York thought; they could frown upon their partnership for all they cared. Nothing was going to split them up, and if that wasn't obvious enough by now, then they'd make it known soon enough.
'As soon as I put that ring on her finger', Elliot thought. He'd waited nearly ten years to make a move on her, and it was seriously overdue.
"Traffics moving sweetheart." She chimed before laughing at the small curses that came from his lips. Distracted yet again. When they came to another halt, she let the laughter die as she shifted in her seat to face him more. Her eyes were lit with a passion so fierce and arousing, he thought his dick would rip through his jeans. She put on a dashing smile, and spoke in a seductive tone. "As you were saying?"
'Saying? What was I saying?', Elliot shifted uncomfortably as he tried to not stare at her. 'Oh yeah, I was saying something, but now I just want to ravish you Liv.'
"Honey, if you fidget anymore, you'll be hurting." She smirked, eyeing his now obvious erection. Good God, she was teasing him! And he thought he had the upper hand. Quickly deciding he wasn't about to lose to Detective Benson, he cleared his throat and put on a grin.
"As I was saying," He began, "You got a voice too."
"Yeah, you said that. Care to break it down as to how you know of my secret talent Stabler?"
"I heard you singing along to Haddaways' 'What is love' at the bar a few years ago." Her face instantly dropped and a faint darkening appeared in her cheeks. She had forgotten all about that time.
"I was drunk! You can't book me on that, it was under the influence." She quipped, waving a hand at him. He obviously wasn't letting up as he grabbed her hand and almost pulled her up out of the seat.
"Sorry, partner." He smirked, his face so close to hers she could feel his every breath sweep across her lips. "Anything goes." His lips were a feather light touch, and she damned herself for keeping her seat belt on. Though, it was a fairly good thing she couldn't close anymore distance. Traffic could be held up for them if she didn't behave herself.
"Oh, so I can bring up the time you decided to serenade outside of my old apartment?" Again, it was his turn to flush face and he gritted his teeth for having left himself open to that one. "My, my, my, Detective Stabler does blush." He opened his mouth to protest what she had just said, but no sooner than he could breath her lips rested on his for a mili-second and then the warmth was gone again. "Remember, anything goes."
The devious smirk that creased her lips was something he learned to become accustomed too. She always won the battles, and killed him during the wars. There wasn't ever a time he masturbated as much as he did when Olivia Benson came waltzing through the one six. And when she was deemed his partner, he thought he actually did something right in his lifetime to deserve his blessing now. Screw Kathy and the marriage. He hadn't had any good sex at all until the badass woman sitting next to him claimed him as her own. And 'good' sex was an understatement. It was great; incredible sex that made him yearn for more and he was pretty sure the hunger would never be quenched. Of course, they were both fine by that. It only meant that every night would be one to remember.
His mind drifted abit, and he laughed outloud remembering a certain guy who had the hots for Olivia.
"Hey Liv?" He fought to control his raging laughter, focusing on driving the car a few feet up. The honking behind him was starting to pinch a small fuse.
"Yeah?" Currently, she was busy gazing out over the vast ocean, wondering ever so slightly if she would ever have the time to take a short cruise. 'A cruise with Elliot...'
"Do you remember Chase?" At the name, Olivia's ears perked up as she turned her head forward and she instantly chuckled, already fighting the laughter. Her smile cracked and she nodded her head.
"Ted Chase? The guy who stood outside my apartment window for hours singing? That Chase?" Elliot laughed and nodded his head. He watched as she burst into laughter and her head fell back against the head rest. "Oh, God..." Her body was shaking with the intruding vibrations and she couldn't help it when a few tears fell from her eyes.
"He had flowers, beer, and couldn't even stand straight, yet he continued to croon 'Amazed' over and over and over.."
"Oh, that was good..." Olivia sighed, closing her eyes at the memory of Elliot showing up at four in the fucking morning, shoving the guy into a taxi and then crashing on her couch for the remainder of time they had till work. "I wonder what ever happened to him?"
"Don't know. Don't care." He murmured absentmindedly. The traffic had finally begun to move and he found himself sighing peacefully at the conversation that had just taken place. It were as if they had been intimate all these years. Their playful banter was still there, along with the charm and qualms they'd always had. The only thing that had changed was the underlying current of need and desire pulsing interwoven between them. As if their hearts were beating as one.
"You never asked me." He was glad to have been freed of the cramped cars, and kept his attention on the road as they drove towards her deluxe pad. With raised brows, he offered a light, 'hmm.', and when she didn't answer, he glanced over to see the distant look on her face as she gazed out of the window.
"Asked you what, Liv?" His hand found her knee, and she smiled. Turning her gaze to his hand, she gently settled her fingers over his, lacing them together.
"About my niece." The smile faded from his lips, and he briefly turned his attention to her, eyes narrowed. He'd been hesitant to ask her, not wanting her to cross a bridge she wasn't ready to cross just yet. But he could tell by the look in her eyes that she was ready to open up to him. And he was going to listen. "I didn't even know I had one, until Casey and Alex dug up the files on Synthia's real parents."
"You don't have to-" Her soft chuckle abruptly stopped his concerned protest and he piped down, glancing to her. Her face was calm, and by the way she held onto his hand, he'd say she were comfortable at the moment.
"Please, El. If I don't tell you now, I might not ever." She waited for his confirmation, before continuing. "I had another brother, you know. Besides Simon. His name was Harold. He was married; and as a result of our fathers unconditional love," She paused, letting the sarcasm weigh down her voice for emphasis. "He started drinking, and eventually became abusive. Jennifer, his wife, went for a restraining order. After a few court battles, she took him back, and DYFS came knocking at their door."
"They wanted to take away the kids?"
"They wanted to; but Harold and Jennifer fled. They changed their names. Do you know Carly is her real name?" She squeezed his hand, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "That slaughtered family was my family Elliot. And I never even knew it." He was glad they had just pulled up outside of her place, because he knew she needed the comfort right now. He sighed, giving her hand another gentle squeeze before bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her palm.
"Lets go inside, Liv." He murmured, unbuckling his belt as he reluctantly let go of her hand. Even though he were still so close to her, he had trouble letting go of her when she was within his grasp. There was something about her soft skin that just felt so right. Elliot could tell she was slowly drifting away form him again. She was building back up her walls. This was the first sign of her running. He knew she would. Given the chance, she'd hit the ground running before he could even ask her to just...stay.
A million things flooded the confines of her mind as his arm wrapped around her waist and they made their way up to her apartment. She'd been silent, trying to analyze the feeling she had. The firm hold he had on her was comforting, and she found herself smiling despite the tragedic circumstances they were about to discuss. If she wanted any such relationship with him and their kids. She needed to be fully honest. This was it. No more running.
They lamely stepped inside of her apartment, and she tossed her keys onto the counter before motioning towards the couch. He took the note and sat down, reaching out for her. He brought her down into his lap, and she wiggled her ass to spread his thighs so she could snugly rest in between. His strong arms encased her again; pulling her back against his chest as he set his hands on the flat of her stomach. She couldn't help but revel in the feel of him, the natural fit of their bodies. She rested her head back against his shoulder before swallowing the lump in her throat.
"You don't have to open up to me now if your not ready to Liv." He whispered softly against her ear, placing a tender kiss on the side of her neck before resting his head against hers. The moment was one to remember as Olivia had never felt so loved or safe in her entire life. She searched for so long for the one who would wash away her fears and doubts with just one touch. Who'd have thought that that man would be her partner? It made perfect sense. Only he seemed to give her a sense of security. Drawing in a breath, she opened her eyes slightly.
"Its just... They were my family Elliot. The only family I had left." The sigh she let out was one of frustration. "I never even knew it. I saw their bodies, bloody and worn and tortured, and I had no idea that I was connected to them." Tears welled in her deep brown orbs and she unconsciously buried her head back into the crook of his neck. "Its hard to grasp, you know?"
"I know. But all you can do now is love Carly. Love her like she obviously loves you, Liv. You've always wanted to be a mother. Now you can finally be one." She felt the sincerity in his soft spoken words, and she grabbed his hands, intertwining their fingers.
"What would I do without you El?" She smiled, chuckling softly. She could feel the vibrations of his sexy laughter, and she closed her eyes again. "And I am a mother. To your kids." His heart instantly fluttered at the sound, and she could feel her own heart nearly stop. The gravity of her words held so much longing. Elliot squeezed her, placing a line of kisses on her neck to her ear.
"Would you do me an honor Liv?" His voice was husky, and she found herself becoming aroused by the searing hot kisses he'd placed on her neck. She shivered slightly, feeling his erection pressing into her ass. She didn't even need to answer for him to know what she would say. "Have my baby." His words caused her heart to jump and she quickly sat up, turning her head back to him.
"Elliot?" She didn't even have time to form a proper question nor argument, for his lips had captured hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned at the feeling of his tongue stroking against her own, and she felt the electricity pass through them. His lips broke from hers, traveling down her neck. "God, El..." She groaned, arching against his erection when he turned her in his arms. An evil idea popped into her mind and she set her hands against his chest, pushing him back just a bit.
He growled playfully, eyes blazing with passion and desire.
"I'm still hungry." She smirked, getting up as she seductively sauntered into the kitchen. His mind quickly went into overdrive as he stood, letting his erection lead the way to her. Her words pierced through him, and made him even more aroused. He came around the corner, watching as she stripped of her clothing, and leaned back against the kitchen counter. His dick couldn't have been throbbing any more than it was now, and he was sure he had never been so fucking hard in his entire life. Her eyes darted from his to the bulge in his pants, and she chuckled. Even her laugh was laced with husk. She hopped up onto the counter, and dropped her thighs open for him. He thought she had never looked so sexy. She reached out, curling her finger and gesturing him to her. And how could he deny such a sight laid before him? It would have been easier to deny his next breath. Licking his lips, he stepped forward until he was between her widely spread legs. His eyes darted from her own, to her glistening sex and he nearly came at the sight.
"Holy fuck Liv." Reaching out, he slid his finger along her sopping slit, watching as her juices coated his fingers, and flooded onto the counter and down her thighs. He licked his lips again, and glanced up to her for permission to do as he pleased. Her eyes held him for a moment, and he lovingly squeezed her thigh before pushing her back gently. Her heart raced in anticipation. His lips brushed against her neck, before his hand gripped her thighs and pushed them farther apart. The light breeze that had been wafting through the air sent chills through her, and she felt so comfortable with him despite her vulnerability. Her heart soared the moment she felt his tongue slide along her folds, and she whimpered in pleasure. He nibbled at her clit, and she arched her back as high as she could. Her breathing became labored as he began to lap at her pussy without mercy. She could feel his tongue doing things that should be illegal, they felt so good. She reached out for anything really, but ended up gripping the back of his head and pushing him farther into her pulsating cunt. He made large strokes with his tongue, each one slightly more powerful than the last. She was writhing in pleasure, and her moans fueled his hunger. Having pleasurably tortured her enough, he plunged his tongue into her tight canal and sucked at the juices as they poured out of her. He pressed his lips against her labia like a kiss, before stroking his tongue into her again. After a few more licks, he hit a nerve and she came violently.
"Oh...oohh Elliot.." She whispered, body shaking as tiny beads of sweat clung to her skin. She sat up, reaching for his shirt as she ripped it over his head before savagely attacking his belt. Elliot pushed his pants down, bringing her into his arms as his lips molded into hers. Their tongues stroked and thrusted feverishly against each other, testing their opponent before exploring each other completely. The head of his stiff and throbbing cock slid into her, and she gasped at the intrusion. "Oh my God.." She whispered passionately as he slid himself all the way into her. Her walls instantly tightened around him, causing him to groan and moan at the feeling. He wanted to move, but her body had a hold on him. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, and he turned, pinning her against the refrigerator door. She let out a soft chuckled before wiggling against him. His dick tightened, and he instantly began pounding into her.
Olivia threw her head back, arching helplessly against him all the while gasping and moaning his name over and over. She couldn't think, couldn't do anything as her body surrendered to him completely.
"Oh..uh, El.." His thrusts slowed, but his hips were slamming into hers twice as hard as before. He was sending spikes of pleasure through her body, and every time her inner walls tightened around his shaft, his balls tightened even more. The friction was pleasurably painful at this point. "Cum inside of me Elliot, please." She whispered against his ear, arching her back when he let lose his hot jizz deep within her. Her heart seemed to calm down at the feeling, and she knew no other man could ever fill her the way Elliot Stabler did. Her mind drifted back to his soft spoken words as she rested her head against his shoulder.
"Have my baby."
"Yes." She was smiling now, tears threatening to fall as he pulled back slightly to stare into her eyes. She met his gaze, licking her lips as she smiled brightly. "I would love to have your baby Elliot." The smile on his face matched hers before his lips once again devoured hers.
A/N: So I decided to just stop it here for now. I thought this moment needed to have its time instead of jumping straight into the chaos. So, that means, in the next chapter, Olivia gets Carly from Children Services, she and Elliot decide they want to take the kids on a vacation with them. While they're preparing their off time, Cragen delivers them news that has them postponing the trip. Olivia's life is in danger once again, only this time the perp is just way too close to home. Literally.
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