A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Infinity Guitars by Sleigh Bells.

Infinity Guitars

John slammed the front door behind him upon entering their home, praying Jodi would be in right now. He had just managed to string out a week-long vacation from Cragen.

"Jodi?" he exclaimed, his voice echoing around the home.

He listened for a response, which was unlikely since the place was so big before heading up the stairs. As he opened the door to the bedroom he found her, sleeping peacefully with a copy of Lolita open beside her.

John chuckled, closing the door quietly and walking over to her. In his hand was an envelope he had picked up from the mailbox on the way in. The Juiliard stamp was on the return adress, and he knew he should get it to her as quickly as possible.

Her vibrant hair fanned out around her head like some sort of majestic mermaid.

In only a week she had grown noticably larger. The June sun was treating her well. Her skin was tanned, her stomach was now full and round, sticking out further than it ever had before.

He sat down at her feet, pulling off his shoes. The weight distribution caused her to stir.

"Hi." she groaned groggily, grabbing the pillow and pressing it to her face.

"Hey." he whispered softly, crawling up beside her before kissing one of her shoulders. She smiled, turning around to kiss him, the metal stud above her lip brushing against his skin.

"How you doing?" he asked, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"Better now that you're here. God that sounds cheesy." she grinned through squinted eyes.

"Sorry I work you up." John kissed her forehead.

"No it's fine. I fell asleep about six hours ago. I need to get up and make dinner."

She sat up, groaning loudly and placing a hand on her stomach before pushing herself off the bed. John smiled, standing up behind her before wrapping his arms around her, feeling her large stomach.

"Missed you today." he mumbled into her neck, rubbing her tummy gently.

"I missed you too." she giggled, closing her eyes. Absolutely nothing could be better than this. In his arms, having him hold her. Telling her how much he missed her.

"So about that vacation..." he grinned.

"Yes?" Jodi raised her head.

"Where is it you said you wanted to go?"

"Hmm...I believe it was Greece."

"Greece. Sure about that?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you'd better start packing then."

Jodi turned around and her eyes widened.

"What?" a smile broke across her face.

John pulled an envelope out of his pocket and pulled out two round trip tickets to Athens, set for three days from then.

"John!" Jodi exclaimed before jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his weight.

He staggered under her frame, squeezing his arms around her before chuckling.

"I'll take you to your appointment tomorrow then we can start getting ready and stuff."

Jodi gushed, unable to say anything.

"Oh, and this came for you..." he handed her the white envelope.

Jodi took it before looking at the return address, her smile instantly fading. Inside of her body her heartbeat soared, pounding wildly.

She sat down, her breathing quickening. Resting a hand on her stomach for a moment she thought. This wasn't the end of the world. She had a high school diploma. After John retired they would be well off but she herself would like to bring in some of the family income.

"You want me to open it for you?" John asked, sitting down beside her and putting an arm around her shoulders.

Jodi shook her head and took a deep breath before ripping the envelope open quickly, trying to get it over with like a bikini wax. She pulled out the folded paper, straightening it out before scanning it with her eyes.

...We at Juilliard appreciate your interest, and taking your time to apply and audition for us. After much consideration we would like to inform you that you have been accepted into the school as a freshman for the fall of 2010-

Jodi jumped up, quicker than she could have ever thought possible with three children inside of her. She shreiked before pushing John down onto the bed and attacking him.

"I got in!" she exclaimed in between kisses before pushing herself out of the bed to go and call her father. As of now, things could not have been getting any better.

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Olivia awoke to find herself in a strange place. Literally and figuratively. As she looked around at the posters of Holly Madison and Rita G she realized something. This place could only belong to one perso.

Anthony.

She shot out of the bed, her head pounding miles per minute. That was the last time she was going to drink for awhile. She generally tended to stay away from alcohol due to her little family history but there were occasionally nights when she'd go out with Elliot and get completely wasted.

Only this night happened to be with Anthony.

She looked down to find that her clothes were messed up. Her jeans were unbuttoned and the buttons on her shirt were uneven. She prayed to god that she and Anthony hadn't had sex.

She straighened her clothes before getting out of the bed, ignoring the stabbing pains in her head. She followed the noises of painful clanking to the kitchen, where Anthony was making pancakes.

"Morning." he grinned, looking back at her before turning to the stove. Did this entire family cook?

She watched him. His hair was messy all over his head and he wore nothing but a pair of silk boxers. She had to admire his body. Washboard abs. Defined pecs. Broad shoulders. It looked like perfection.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

"Anthony...did we...?" Olivia trailed off, putting a hand on her forhead.

Anthony paushed, turning around to face her.

"No, you drew that line perfectly last night. As much as I wish we did...you kind of made it clear at one point that if I touched you, you would shoot me somewhere that would take away my ability to have children."

Olivia winced. Making threats on innocent in her line of work wasn't exactly something to be proud of. Making threats against anybody wasn't.

"Sorry." she replied before sitting down.

"No you're fine."

"What happened last night?" she asked, not believing the words coming out of your mouth.

"Well, you agreed to meet me and we went out for a drink and I vented about the whores I've banged in replace of a real woman then you went off about Detective Stabler and my sister and John."

"Please tell me I didn't say what I think I did..." her face flushed, knowing that it couldn't be good if she mention Elliot while drunk.

"Yeah you did." Anthony pursed his lips before bringing her a plate and a bottle of Aleve.

"Shit." she muttered, looking down.

"Don't worry. I won't say anything to him about it. Or to anybody about last night."

Olivia looked up at him and smiled. She knew she couldn't give Anthony what he wanted, but she knew one thing she could do. She could be his friend.

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John opened his eyes slowly as the thunder clapped loudly outside. Jodi breathed slowly beside him, her warm body rising and fallin in sync with his.

He looked at the outline of her slender neck, which curved gently like that of a swan. The word beautiful didn't even describe her. There was nothing he liked more than watching her sleep.

He kissed her shoulder, extremely in the mood although he didn't want to wake her. While he loved his wife more than anything else,it was only natural for him to dream about other women such as Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie, although Jodi understood and didn't mind. There were some times however, when he awoke from a wet dream about her, and this was one of those times.

He was hard as a cinder block, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her right now.

"Mmmm." Jodi moaned, John's hands running down her arms pleasently jerking her out of sleep. Hell she had slept a majority of the day, a little physical activity would do her good.

"You awake?" John whispered in her ear.

"Yes." she said quietly, turning her head and looked up at him through red and bleary eyes.

"Is this okay?" He asked as he slid a hand in between her legs, rubbing her softly.

Her eyes fluttered open in suprise and Jodi gasped, all of her senses awakening at once.

"Yes." she shuddered as he slipped his hand inside her panties, his fingers traveling over her sensitive skin.

He retracted it, grabbing the waistband of her underwear before pulling them down slowly getting them down her legs.

"You sure?" John asked, kissing her neck and knowing she needed her rest before their vacation.

"Yes." she smiled. Like she would ever say no. They had amazing sex, and John was a fantastic lover.

He pulled up the bottom of her sheer white babydoll, running his hands up her ample ass, squeezing it.

He pulled down his boxers, before grabbing one of her legs and pulling it back around his waist before slowly entering her from behind.

Pleasure reached entirely newfound parts of her body, and Jodi clenched a pillow tightly, her other leg wrapped around John waist.

He ran a hand down her side before pushing slowly, grabbing the neckline of her babydoll and pulling it down beneath her breasts, grabbing them eagerly.

Jodi turned her head, kissing him as he moved inside of her, his other hand around her stomach.

He squeezed her large soft breasts, running his hands over her hard nipples as he throbbed inside of her, only aware of how warm, tight, and dripping she was.

Each thrust was hard and rough, enough to make her entire body flush with warmth.

"More." she pleaded, reaching a hand behind her and grabbing his waist. John bit down on the back of her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin delicately.

Every single motion. Every movement he made drove her to the edges of passion, and she was sure to fall off into the deep abyss below.

He dug his nails into her flesh, close to coming. Jodi grabbed onto the headboard and moaned loudly.

John pressed his lips to one of her shoulders, running his lips against the smooth skin. Jodi's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and Johns hands clamped around her enlarge waist. Nothing could be better than this.

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"So, let me get this straight. Basically you guys and jetting of to another country for a little romantic getaway and leaving me here behind." Betsy laid across the bed as Jodi looked through her collection of dresses, trying to decide which would be best.

"Essentially." she smirked, resting a hand on her stomach.

"Bitch I hate you." Betsy pouted before sighing and jumping off the bed. Why couldn't she have an amazing person in her life like Jodi? She knew that they fought sometimes, but other than that their marriage seemed perfect. Sure it still had that newlywed glow, but...it was still something to envy.

"You love me." Jodi winked, tossing a black Chanel mini-dress into the suitcase, that ruffled over the stomach to skim the pregnancy. Shopping for maternity was even better than she had expected.

"So...how much sex are you guys having? I've heard people complaining about how the sex stops after the wedding."

Jodi bit her lip before sitting down. She loved having a friend to discuss these things with.

"Do you want the simple answer or the extended version?"

"Which one is jucier?" Betsy sat up.

"What do you think?"

The two women looked at each other and giggled before Jodi answered.

"The sex is...nothing short of incredible. Always has been, but now that I'm pregnant I just want John fucking me during all hours of the day, and that he does. Besides, he stepped up his game which I didn't even think possible."

"Jesus. I really want to find a nice girl and settle down. It appears I've slept with all of the feminine lesbian and bisexual girls in Manhattan. I'm running out of options now. I might have to move onto guys."

"You'll find someone Bets. It sounds cheesy but...I know you will."

"Wow I feel so much better now." she snarled.

"Sorry hon." Jodi stuck out her tongue before looking at herself in the mirror. Her appearance changed constantly. Her hair now reached her breasts, and it was shiny and restored back to its natural red curls. She was increasing in size with each day, and now had a rather large stomach to prove she was carrying three children.

"Damn look at those knockers." Betsy whistled.

"Now it just sucks. Shopping for cute bras is a horror."

"Sorry to hear that. They look great."

"Well thanks." Jodi shrugged before turning back to her suitcase. She had some packing to do.

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"Your lips."

Jodi giggled, taking John's hand in hers and kissing it softly. They were lying on a blanket on the roof, naming things they liked about the other.

"Um...your hair." Jodi ran a hand down her husbands temple.

"My hair?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. The white is so sexy, and the little remainder of black on the bottom. I want to rape it."

John chuckled loudly, kissing her forhead.

"Your tits."

"That's one I already know. But why?"

"What do you mean why? They're huge, soft, and...well I'm a man I like boobs."

She chuckled.

"Okay, no need to get defensive about it...your hands."

"My hands? Aren't they rough?"

"Yeah but when you use them...like here..." she placed one of his hands on her breast, causing him to tense.

"...Or here." she moved it down, over her round belly.

"...Or here." she said quietly, moving it in between her legs.

"Are you trying to get me arressted for public indecency?" John raised an eyebrown.

"Jodi chuckled, tilting her hips upwward, hoping he would do what she wanted. They were in a remotely seculded area in the park, more likely to be taken surpise by a rapist than a jogger.

"What?" John asked.

"Touch my pussy." Jodi whispered, her large eyes dark with lust.

John swallowed, pulled into the depths of her eyes, unable to stop himself. She was begging for it. She had worn thin panties and he could feel the heat radiating from in between her legs.

Without even thinking, he slid a hand inside of her panties, rubbing her gently, feeling her pulse underneath him. As he heard her moan he slipped a finger inside of her, crooking it gently.

"John." she exhaled sharply, digging her nails into the back of his neck. He found himself getting undeniably hard. He wanted to fuck her. Right here. In the park. He didn't care who saw. He just wanted to be inside of her.

He rolled over on his back, quickly unzipping his pants before pulling Jodi down on top of him.

"What are you doing?" she looked around, excitement flooding her body.

"Take off your underwear." he demanded, pulling his boxers down around his erection.

Jodi obeyed, pulling them off quickly before getting on top of him, his hardened member surrounding by her wet sex.

"Come on." John growled, putting his hands on her thighs, urging her. She ground her hips, throwing back her head.

John knew that every moment of his life could be erased, except the ones like this. Fucking his insanely beautiful wife in Central Park? That was something he would remember no matter what.