"How are my favorite girls?" Elliot asked as he entered the mud room having just gotten home. Interrogations had run long, so he was getting back later than normal. He hated to leave his wife waiting, but she knew it was part of the job. He hung up his jacket and made his way into the kitchen where Liv sat at the table.
"We're doing ok," she replied, rubbing her swollen belly as she leaned back in her chair. 32 weeks had come quickly, and she was starting to feel the effects of growing a small human. "Your daughter has been doing somersaults all day." Elliot sauntered over to her, placing a hand on his wife's belly while handing her a bouquet of red roses and baby's breath. His touch was immediately met by kicks from their daughter.
"Hello to you as well," he bent over and placed a kiss on Olivia's belly before planting a kiss on her lips. "I take it she wanted take out?" he asked as he observed the familiar containers from Liv's favorite Chinese restaurant.
"No, that was all me. I didn't feel like making anything. But the pistachio ice cream and peanut butter cookies were her idea."
Elliot let out a chuckle. Kathy had had some weird cravings with his other children, but nothing could compete with the combinations Olivia wanted. Pickles and ketchup, hard-boiled eggs with Chick-fil-A sauce, and string cheese with honey, just to name a few. The two enjoyed their dinner, Elliot catching Olivia up on the active case, Olivia filling him in on her day at court.
After they had cleaned the kitchen and arranged the flowers in a vase, the two made their way upstairs. "Do you think you can rub my feet?" Liv asked, shooting him a smile as they reached the top of the staircase. How could he say no to the woman he loved, especially when she was carrying his child. "Anything for you, my love." He planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek before retrieving the lotion from the bathroom. Liv waddled over to their king-sized bed, propping her back up by a mound of pillows. She had been accumulating pillows as her pregnancy progressed, needing more and more support to get comfy each night. El soon joined her, sitting at the foot of the bed. He rolled up the sleeves of his button-down before depositing some lotion into his hands, warming it up before working it into his wife's feet. He worked tenderly but with enough pressure to release some of the tension and swelling. His thumbs kneaded up her arch to the ball of her foot, and then back down to her heel.
"This feels incredible," Olivia stated, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. El smirked. "I'm glad you're enjoying it." Once he was satisfied with his work on her feet, Elliot moved to work on her calves, massaging away the knots and tight muscles, then to her stomach. He reached over to her nightstand, pulling a bottle of stretchmark cream from the top drawer. His fingers moved to her waist, hooking under the hem of her shirt as it slid across her olive skin. Elliot squeezed the salve into his weathered hands, rubbing them together before making contact with his wife's skin. He worked the thick liquid softly across her stretchmarks, his strokes occasionally met by a kick from their daughter.
"They just keep growing," Liv sighed as she traced a line on her abdomen. She paused as she continued to follow the grooves on her skin. "Do you still find me attractive, even with the swelling and stretchmarks?"
Elliot crawled across the sheets to the head of the bed. "Olivia Benson-Stabler. You get more and more beautiful every day" he whispered as he kissed the top of his wife's head. His right hand rested on her exposed belly, his thumb stroking the moisturized skin. "No amount of swelling or stretch marks could change that."
"But it's not the same as when we started dating…" she posed. Elliot pulled her closer to him. "You're right. It's not. It's better. It tells the story of two madly in love with each other." His finger moved up to her chest, exposing her skin as he traced the hickeys from earlier in the week. "It tells the story of a badass detective who is dedicated to her work." His lips kissed the scar on her neck where she had been cut in the train station. "And it tells the story of my incredible wife who is carrying our child." His fingers trailed back down to her stretchmarks. At that moment she pressed her lips to his. Olivia felt a sudden overwhelming hunger for this man to take control of her. All other thoughts were cast aside as she forcefully gripped his shoulders and pulled him to straddle her.
When Elliot felt her bite his lower lip, the same hunger that overcame her seemed to pass into his body as well. A growl emanating from deep in his throat that made her shudder, Elliot forcefully shoved his tongue into Olivia's mouth, swallowing her moans as they began to battle for dominance.
"God, El," Olivia gasped huskily as they broke apart for oxygen. "How did I get so lucky?" Needing to continue, she dropped her head to the tender point behind his ear, nipping and biting hard. He tasted like candy to her.
As his fingers moved to her waist and began lifting her top, he groaned at her ministrations. No sooner than her skin and chest were bare to the world he was on her like a vulture on a carcass, licking, suckling, and nipping her breasts, his hands running down her sides. Sucking on her mounds as if on a mission, Elliot was still coherent enough to plan ahead. As he gave her dusky nipple a soft bite that made Olivia scream and arch her back, his right hand began to trail along the bronzed skin of her belly until it reached the waistband of her sweatpants. He looped his fingers over the hem, dragging them down her bronzed legs to be discarded. Elliot planted a kiss on her growing midsection before making his way to her slit.
His tongue brushed against her opening slowly, taking in her wetness as she squirmed. He moved his attention to her pink organ, sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue. She groaned at his touch, her fingers wrapping around his head, guiding him. Elliot took the opportunity to tease her more. His fingers danced around her opening, brushing against the soft, damp, pink flesh. "Fuck El-" she moaned, needing him to satisfy her. Before she could finish his name, Elliot slid his fingers into her, curling as he pumped. She was so tight, fitting snugly around his middle and index fingers like a warm, wet cavern. He suddenly felt the urge to claim her, to possess her thoroughly. "Is this what you like, Livvy?" he growled, thrusting harder into her while curling at the same time.
"Yessss!" Olivia screamed, bucking and thrashing wildly. The forcefulness of his fingers only turned her on more, she needed more of him. "I need you inside me El, now!"
"Fuck," he breathed. Removing his fingers, the groan that escaped Olivia's mouth turned into a gasp when he guided his length to her opening and shoved it all the way in.
There were no words this time; Liv was in no uncertain terms lobotomized by Elliot's thrusts. "Shit, El! Harder!" she stammered through clenched teeth. A growing dam was building in her lower abdomen waiting to burst. At that point he dropped his head to her breast and continued sucking and nipping at the firm mounds, all the more careful of her bump.
Her walls tightening around him, Elliot found himself needing to thrust harder and harder just to continue, not that he minded. The sensations were amazing. His wife was amazing. The look of pure pleasure in her eyes, the way she bit her lower lip, the way her hair clung to her face, the feel of her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. She was so perfect.
Her walls clamped down from the orgasm washing over her. "Fuck me, El!" she moaned, her knuckles blanching white as she gripped the sheets. Elliot continued to pump into her, his body jolting, mouth agape, as his orgasm ripped through him. He collapsed next to her, both of them panting in exhaustion. Olivia rolled onto her side, taking the pressure off of her midsection. "How are you so good at making everything better?" she asked, placing a hand on his damp, muscular pec. He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly before returning it to her belly, his hand resting on top of hers.
"I have to take care of my girls," he replied, stroking the back of her hand. They laid there in silence for a while before Olivia spoke up. "Would you be willing to run downstairs and get the ice cream and cookies?" She looked up to meet her husband's gaze. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Anything for you two." Elliot placed a kiss on Liv's lips and then her belly before heading to the kitchen.