Protégé
A/N: Picks up where we left off in Chapter 44, I'm gonna overload you with fluff. You've been warned.
A/N 2: As promised 2 chapters in a couple days, over 10k words in a weekend. Once again do not attempt to do anything in this chapter if you are or expect you may be pregnant. Safety first. Reminder words in bold are text messages and italics are a character's thoughts.
A/N 3: Rated M for a reason, that reason is swearing…obviously ;) Not for any young eyes. Also a little nod to season 1, episode 4 Hysteria, baby benson.
Disclaimer: If I owned SVU, these character's would be replacing their bed frames once a month if you get me…
Chapter 45
Thursday Evening, Captain Olivia Benson's Apartment/Stabler Residence, Summer 2013
Olivia had woken up just before dinner time. She took her time to slowly stretch, and drink some more water before taking a much needed shower. She was towel drying her long wavy locks when she felt that uneasy sensation begin in her stomach. Figuring she was probably just hungry, she grabbed her phone and made her way to her kitchen. She was thankful she had some leftover spaghetti which she stuck in her microwave to warm up. As she waited she checked her blackberry, not surprised to see a slew of new messages, the most recent from her boyfriend.
Olivia replied to his messages, and tucked her phone into her pocket when she heard her microwave beep. She settled herself in front of her TV, catching up on the news as she practically inhaled her dinner. Normally she would indulge in a glass of wine with pasta, but she suddenly realized she wouldn't be drinking for the foreseeable future. Olivia knew scientific studies showed a glass or two wouldn't harm a growing fetus, but she already felt like her pregnancy was a gift, she didn't want to consume any alcohol, which she wasn't too worried about, but she had also decided to forgo caffeine. Nick use to joke about the poor bastard who'd be responsible for keeping her from her coffee. The whole squad should be afraid of the monster that may be released.
It didn't take her long to finish her dinner, and she had hoped the uneasy feeling would disappear but it didn't.
Olivia decided to give Elliot a call, maybe just hearing his voice would put her anxiety to rest? She had to remind herself that she was still a strong independent woman, it was the baby that was craving his presence, his voice, his touch. Yes, the baby wanted to feel his hands on her body, not her, made sense. She eyed the brown envelope that Doctor Warner has given her, that she had deposited on her coffee table when she got home.
Olivia picked up her phone.
O: Can you come over?
She hated asking him to drive all the way to Manhattan, but she wanted to see him in person. She still wasn't over the fact he had been shot, just the day before, no matter how lucky he had been.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she waited for his response.
Olivia opened the incoming message as soon as it came in.
E: U know I'd love to c u any time of day or night but I'm kinda on lockdown Liv. My Mom won't let me outta her sight aside from when she knows I'm in my bedroom resting.
Olivia groaned. Of course his overbearing Mother would be hovering around him like a moth. Still, she assumed it was better than a Mother who hadn't bothered to even check in, and make sure her daughter was home from the hospital.
Deciding she didn't care, Olivia made a quick decision, and pushed herself off her couch.
It was past 10pm, Olivia noted as she crept along the fence towards the backyard, gripping the strap of her purse that she slung over her shoulder. She assumed most of the occupants in the house would still be awake though, not to mention two of them being cops, one retired or not, they definitely had guns in the house and she didn't want to be mistaken for an intruder. She had made the wise decision to take a cab, and have them drop her off down the street, as an extra precaution.
As she rounded the back of the house, she bent over and picked up a few pebbles.
God, she thought, what was her life coming to? This shit was straight out of every corny rom-com she had ever seen, except it was normally the man throwing rocks at a woman's window. Fortunately for her, she recalled which window was her boyfriend's from the time she had spent there during Cragen's retirement party, and his light was still on, illuminating the backyard to a small extent.
She smiled when both the pebbles made contact with his window, proud of her aim and accuracy, and a moment later a shadow appeared behind his blind, before it was raised, along with his window, and a head she recognized came into view.
At first he looked stunned, then elated at the sight of her.
"What are you doing here?" he whispered yelled down to her.
She released the lip she had been biting, "I needed to see you."
She watched him rub his head, she hadn't thought this far along. Assessing her surroundings she saw a lattice style woodwork that decorated the back of his house. Plants, and vines had grown over it in areas. She grabbed onto it and tugged, but looking up she noticed it was secured to the brick house.
"I'm coming up," she declared, hoisting herself up the makeshift ladder, she only got a foot off the ground when she heard his worried tone.
"What?! No! Liv are you crazy?!" Elliot nearly yelled.
"You telling me you never used this to sneak in or out of your house Stabler?" Olivia asked, as she paused.
She heard Elliot groan, "One second," he called down to her.
Olivia placed her feet back on the ground as she waited.
"Heads up," Olivia looked up to see a thick rope descend down to her, and a harness land a few feet away.
"You can't be serious," she chuckled as she recognized the climbing gear.
Elliot's head reappeared above her, "Grab the harness, if you insist on coming up here, I'm not gonna risk you fallin'. I'll tell you what to do-"
"I'm good thanks," Olivia replied as she had already stepped into the harness, and attached the rope with the carabiner. "You're lucky I know how to rock climb."
Elliot's brows flew up his forehead as he had watched her strap herself in. "Damn, that's sexy… You know how to tie knots Captain?"
Olivia laughed quietly as she secured her purse over her shoulder, and began climbing up the wooden lattice. She trusted Elliot had secured the other end of the rope somehow, and she didn't even have to instruct him to pull up the slack, as she climbed higher.
A minute later and Elliot was grabbing her under her arms and pulling her into his attic bedroom. She noticed he had tied the rope not only around his waist, but he had secured it to one of the bars on his bed frame with another carabiner.
He quickly untied them, as she rid herself of his harness.
"I didn't know you knew how to rock climb," he said as he scanned her body for any injuries.
"There's still a lot you don't know about me Stabler," she winked. "Hi by the way-"
Olivia was cut off as he grasped both sides of her face and pulled her into a kiss.
The uneasy feeling she had been experiencing most of the day, finally disappeared.
"God I've missed you," he whispered as he broke their kiss.
He maneuvered her body until she was sitting on his bed, depositing her purse on the floor beside them.
"How are you? How are you feeling? I know you said on the phone everything was fine but-"
"El, El, calm down," Olivia leaned against his headboard, propped up against a pillow, "I'm fine-"
"Then why were you so frantic to see me? I thought you had bad news, but you wanted to tell me in person…" Elliot sighed heavily. He scooted down his bed, and curled his body around her legs and abdomen. He propped himself up on his elbow, his head hovering over her stomach, which he kissed through her light blouse.
Olivia ran her hand through his hair, "I promise me and… Baby Benson," she couldn't help rolling her eyes, "Are both doing fine. I just…"
Olivia trailed off, embarrassed by her feelings.
"What is it?" Elliot murmured against her stomach.
"I, actually not I, but the baby-El, I've been experiencing some feelings of discomfort, uneasiness, almost nausea at times and I spoke to the doctor, she said it's you," Olivia tried to explain.
Elliot looked up at her from his position lower on the bed, "Me? I'm making you sick?"
"Well no not exactly, she said the baby, the baby can hear you, and sense when you're near. They don't like me being away from you, your presence calms me down and they can feel that."
Elliot nodded when she finished speaking. She regretted telling him, she knew he would make a joke, and tease her incessantly.
"I'm sorry if I'm inadvertently causing you discomfort, but I am relieved that apparently just talking, or being around can provide you with some relief?"
Olivia furrowed her brows, "That's it?"
"What's it?"
"I just-I that's all you have to say?"
"Ummm, well hell Liv I feel that way at times and I'm not even carrying a child. I've told you, sometimes just thinking about you calms me down, hearing your voice, I swear it can regulate my heartbeat, or well… I won't lie sometimes you're also the cause of my rapid heart rate too. I promise if you hooked me up to a heart machine, and kissed me, my heart rate would spike too. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing," Elliot shrugged with his good shoulder.
Olivia finally noticed he was wearing an old marines shirt with Stabler on the back, and a pair of blue boxers. Despite being the summer, and his room at the top of the house, it wasn't as unbearably hot as she had expected it to be, but it was definitely still humid.
"Hey," she grabbed his chin, and pulled him up until she could reach behind his neck.
"Hi," he smiled as she kissed him slowly, softly sucking on his bottom lip.
Without breaking their kiss, he crawled up the length of her body, being careful not to settle his full weight on top of her.
Just as he tilted his head to deepen their kiss, they heard footsteps, and a door opening on the floor below them. Elliot moved quickly, breaking their kiss, and hopping off the bed.
"Shit, um…"
"I've got to hide," Olivia whispered as she stood next to him.
Looking around Olivia rolled her eyes as she was left with basically one option.
She dropped to the floor, and crawled under his bed, she heard Elliot moan and she had no doubt he was staring at her ass in her skin tight leggings.
There was a knock, and then Elliot's bedroom door was swinging open.
"How's my baby boy feeling?" Bernie asked him.
Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, and looking down he noticed Olivia's large purse at his feet.
He gulped as he slowly kicked her purse underneath his bed, where the owner was also hiding.
"Uhhh, told you I was fine, think I'm gonna go to bed now… get a good night's sleep," he sat down on his bed, in the hopes that his Mother would get the hint and leave him alone.
Instead he watched in horror as his Mother came and sat beside him.
"You sure there's nothing you need?"
"Promise Ma, just a little tired-"
"Well I think your Father or I should have a word with that lady Captain of yours-" Bernie began but Elliot cut her off.
"What? Wh-why? Why?" Elliot felt Olivia hit him on his leg, as his voice had sounded high and panicked.
"Whyyyy would you want to talk to my boss? Captain wasn't even there when I got hit," Elliot questioned his Mother.
Bernie huffed, "I know that, but you're obviously tired, you're working days, I swear you don't even come home most nights, or on the weekends anymore. That woman is working you to the bone, monopolizing all of your time, and for what? Has she even bothered to teach you anything new that you didn't learn at the academy?"
Elliot nearly jumped when he felt Olivia rub the back of his bare ankle and leg.
He tipped his head from side to side, hearing his neck crack, as he tried to keep the sly smirk off his face.
"Uhhh, yeah I hear you, and I can see your point, but the things Li-um Captain Benson has taught me, in the field and not in the field, have been invaluable. I've learned more from her than any other person in my life," Elliot really did try to sound sincere because he truly meant every word he said. His Mother didn't need to know that half the things Olivia had taught him happened to be of the physical nature, but she had also taken the time to teach him important, and valuable policing techniques and procedures.
"Hmph, are you sure you still want to be a police officer? My baby boy you've seen what bad things can happen to you now! Nobody will blame you if you wanted to change professions. I hear accounting is pretty safe, and you'd be home for dinner every night."
Elliot grabbed a hold of his Mother's shaking hands. "It's not about me Ma, but I'm out there helping people, making a positive difference in someone's life. And even if I only save one person in my whole career, then I think it's worth the risk."
Bernie reached up and patted his cheek, "You're a good boy."
Elliot refrained from rolling his eyes, he hated that his parent's still thought of him as a boy, his Father constantly referred to him as 'kid.' He thought when he joined the marines that would change, or when he graduated from the academy, he'd earn some respect. He briefly wondered if he would think the child that Olivia was currently carrying would always be a baby to him?
"Alright you get some rest, but you call me if you need anything," Bernie pushed herself off his bed and walked back through his door, closing it as she descended the stairs.
Elliot waited until he heard the door at the bottom of the stairs close, before he sprang off his bed and dropped to his knees, peering under at his girlfriend, and Captain. He helped her crawl out from her hiding place, and together they climbed on his bed, resuming their previous position.
"Did you hear everything?" he asked as they got comfortable.
"Yes, and I have to disagree with your Mother," Olivia stated with a serious expression on her face.
"Oh, about what?"
"You're not a good boy Elliot… You're a great man," Olivia leaned towards him and gave him a short chaste kiss.
"And with that in mind, can you grab my purse?" Olivia asked him kindly.
Elliot felt a warm peaceful feeling in his chest, at hearing her words. "Are you leaving already?" he was sad that she might have to go so soon.
"No I just have something that Doctor Warner gave me, and told me to look at once I got a moment alone with you."
Elliot watched as Olivia pulled out her laptop, and a brown envelope. She placed a pillow between their thighs, and situated her computer on top of it.
Olivia finally opened the envelope, and reached inside, her fingers brushed against some paper before she pulled out a CD case. She opened it, and quickly popped it into her laptop.
The video player came up on her screen, and Olivia selected the only file on the CD.
They both gasped as a grainy black and white ultrasound image appeared on her screen. The words Baby B were in one corner. Olivia pressed play and, sure enough the ultrasound scan Doctor Warner took earlier that day, was playing in front of their eyes.
They both held their breath as they saw the first image of the baby they had created together. Olivia felt Elliot slide his hand into hers, as his other hand interlaced their fingers together and came to rest on her stomach.
They turned their heads to face one another, Olivia grinned as she saw the moisture flowing from Elliot's bright blue eyes.
Elliot laughed lightly and swiped a few tears from both their faces.
"Wow," was all he could manage.
Olivia just hummed in agreement. She was so happy she had decided to wait for Elliot too. He was right, this moment would forever be seared into her mind.
The video wasn't long, but they watched it over and over again, until her laptop actually began to get overheated. She stood from the bed and placed it back in her purse.
"Worth the wait?" she cocked an eyebrow as she asked him.
Elliot smiled and came to meet her at the side of his bed, "Most definitely, part of me still can't believe it," he palmed her tummy over her blouse, "That you and I created something like that. You're gonna be the most amazing Mother, I just know it Liv."
Olivia wiped her face, feeling the tears drip from her eyes. Possibly becoming a Mother and raising a family had always been a sensitive topic for her, she often wondered if she'd turn into Serena, neglecting, and abusing her own flesh and blood. Enough crying, she thought, she wanted to inject some levity into the night, this should be a happy occasion.
"Maybe I won't threaten to call our child's boss when they're working day, and night. Then again…" she joked.
Elliot couldn't contain his barking laugh, and quickly covered his mouth.
Olivia nodded, "I'm almost surprised you didn't bust your stitches, trying not to laugh while she was here. I've taught you a lot huh? In and out of the field?"
Elliot shrugged his ears turning red, "I mean… It was the truth."
"Mmhm? And just what are your favourite things that I've taught you Detective?" Olivia took a step towards him, her body just a few inches from his.
"Fuck Liv, don't do that to me," Elliot groaned, and closed his eyes.
"Don't do what Detective?" Olivia purred in a husky tone, placing her hands on his chest. She hadn't even touched him yet, but she could feel his heart pounding beneath her right palm. Maybe he was being honest when he mentioned the heart monitor.
"You've taught me everything I know Captain," Elliot responded opening his eyes.
"Well you've been an excellent protégé, truly a surprise from day one, nothing like I was expecting, clearly…" she stated as she glanced between them.
Elliot moaned as she closed the remaining space keeping them apart. He loved feeling her stomach pressed against his.
"I mean, it had to take a pretty special, smart, handsome, strong, virile man, to get me to trust him, to settle down, to get me pregnant," Olivia whispered the words in his ear, as she skimmed the side of his clenched jaw with her nose.
"Ye-yeah?" Elliot hummed, his fingers had been ghosting over the material of her blouse.
"I know you've had a lot of firsts with me, but I've had many with you too, God El… I've never had such public orgasms until I met you. And that's because I trust you," Olivia wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. "But my favourite first that I had with you… Was having you come inside me. Letting you fuck me bareback, feeling every naked inch of you, shit Detective. And now knowing that one of the first times we made love like that, that you also got me pregnant, Jesus Christ-"
"Fuck this," Elliot interrupted, and not wasting a moment he grabbed both sides of her blouse and yanked hard, ripping the buttons from her shirt, and baring her slightly visible pregnant belly, and lace covered breasts to his hungry eyes.
He pulled her shirt off her body, dropping it on his floor, "I'll buy you a new one," he replied to her shock and exclamation.
Forgetting momentarily about his injury he bent down, and hoisted her up, feeling her legs wrap around his hips. He walked them back to his bed, and as much as he wanted to toss her down on it, he refrained, and slowly lowered her until her back connected with his mattress.
He stood up straight, and whipped off his t-shirt, flinging it beside his bed, inadvertently seeing it land on top of her purse.
"Come here," she beckoned with one finger.
Elliot climbed partway up her body and grabbed her by the lip of her leggings.
"Ahhh," she clamped her hand over her mouth as he tugged her down his bed, pulling her tights down her body.
She was wearing a thong underneath, as a lot of women did when they didn't want any panty lines.
"You are," he kissed both her ankles, as he climbed back on the bed, and straddled her body.
"So fucking," Elliot's lips descended on to both knees, squeezed together between his, "Sexy," he continued as he crawled upwards. He nudged her lace covered mound with his nose, taking a deep breath, he could smell her arousal.
Elliot opened his mouth, and licked her slit over her panties. Even if she washed them, he had a feeling her scent would linger, they were saturated with her juices.
Olivia bucked, and squirmed underneath him. She wasn't sure when it happened, she was the one who instigated this encounter, she was the boss, yet here she was reduced to a withering mess on his bed, "Don't tease a pregnant woman Detective."
Elliot looked up as he hovered over her slightly protruding stomach, maintaining eye contact he kissed all around her belly, humming in delight as he did so.
Enough of this, Olivia thought, and pushing him over onto his back, she quickly pulled off her panties, before mounting him.
"Damn Liv," Elliot began, but she cut him off with her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and she felt his hands as they roamed her body. Just as they settled on her ass, one dipped into her moist centre from behind.
Olivia grabbed his arms and pinned them to his mattress above his head.
"You gonna show me those knot making skills of yours Captain?" Elliot teased her.
Olivia cocked an eyebrow, seeing the smooth thick rope he had used earlier on the table beside his bed. She felt a gush of moisture flood her core as she thought about tying him up, riding him, being in full control while all he could do was lay beneath her and take all the pleasure she would bestow upon him.
First things first if she wanted to tease him, she needed to ditch her bra, which she did with a quick flick of her wrist behind her back. She felt his whole body rumble beneath hers as her breasts came into view.
Olivia reached over and grabbed the rope from his bedside, "You sure?" she asked, wanting to check in and be certain he was okay with being tied up, it wasn't an experience they had actually talked about in any detail.
She saw, and felt Elliot nod his head emphatically, "Yes Captain."
Olivia smirked, then gasped as he had suddenly palmed her heavy breasts.
"No doubt, these are definitely bigger from your pregnancy, and…" he trailed off as Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a long low moan, when he rubbed his thumbs up, down, and around her distended nipples. "Definitely more sensitive too, God I love your pregnant body Liv."
Olivia shuddered as jolts of pleasure shot from her pebbled buds, to her wet core. He had once again managed to distract her with his hands, she had to eliminate that capability.
Opening her eyes she grasped his forearms, almost groaning as his hands left her breasts, and placed them into position against his headboard. It didn't take her long to tie his wrists to a couple bars, but she took pleasure in leaning over his face. Her breasts scraped against his head, she purposely swiped them over his cheeks and mouth. Every few seconds he'd capture a nipple between his lips, causing them both to moan in ecstasy.
She knew she was done when Elliot tried to move his hands and couldn't. He looked up towards his knotted wrists and frowned, "Nevermind I wanna touch you."
Olivia chuckled as she ground her core against his strong abdominal muscles. She was perched just below his chest, and she slowly moved back down his body. They both groaned as they saw the wet streak she was making on his abdomen as she backed up.
"No wait," Elliot propped his feet up behind her, halting her movements.
Olivia raised an eyebrow.
"Come here," Elliot whispered.
"What?" Olivia didn't understand his request.
"Come up here, want you to kneel over my head, spread those thick thighs over my face, wanna see your pussy part just before I make you come all over me, using nothing but my mouth…" Elliot could barely get his words out, he was so turned on.
"Jesus Christ," Olivia sighed. She waited a moment before giving in, crawling back up his body. She made sure not to put any weight on his bandaged wounds, which she had admittedly forgotten about, as she did what he suggested and climbed into position.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's it," Elliot encouraged, "Oh yeah," he muttered as he got the best view in the world in his opinion.
Olivia straddled his head, and placed one hand on his headboard for balance. Her thighs kept his head from moving too much, and with his hands tied to his headboard, he really did only have his mouth to work with.
Elliot moaned as she lowered herself down, her swollen folds spreading open the closer she got to his mouth. He noticed she was so wet that her juices had dripped down between her butt cheeks too. Just inches from his face, her scent was all he could take in, and he felt he was getting high off of it. Screw drugs, the only substance he ever needed was her. He stuck out his tongue and swiped along her slick core. He could see every nook and cranny from his position. She was bright red, and pink all over. Her core was shining from her moisture, leaking from her puckered entrance. Her clit was physically twitching, swollen from her obvious arousal.
He felt her take a deep shuddering breath before she lowered herself the last couple inches, sitting back on her heels, her pussy descended on to his mouth.
Which Elliot immediately opened. Using his lips, and tongue, he tried to scoop as much of her fluids into his mouth as possible. He used his tongue to lick from her perineum, all the way up to her clit.
Olivia's knees clamped against his ears, affectively cutting off his ability to hear her moans.
As much as he wanted to heed her doctor's advice about rough sex, he also didn't want to treat Olivia like some kind of fragile porcelain doll. With that in mind he used his tongue, and slipped inside her warm, slick core. He could already feel her walls baring down around him.
He felt when Olivia took over, chasing her own pleasure, as she started rocking up and down his tongue. As she moved she accidentally knocked his nose with her clit. They both lost the rhythm they had created, at the unexpected pleasure, groaning, they immediately tried to replicate the movement.
Elliot moaned, knowing the vibrations would drive her wild. He couldn't help yanking at the rope securing him to his bed. One, two, three more solid thrusts with his tongue, trying to drive it as deep as he could into her pussy, while his nose rubbed her clit, and she was coming undone.
First he felt her walls clench, the force of which pushed his tongue from it's favourite place. Next her juices were dripping from her in a rush. Splattering his face, he quickly opened his mouth, trying to catch as much as possible.
He looked up but all he could see was her barely there pregnancy belly. He rolled his eyes, it was too much for him. Her scent, her taste, her body. His hips had been humping the air as he ate her out, unable to keep still, but now they fell back to his bed, as he came in his boxers, jerking hard, he flooded the blue material with his own fluids.
Elliot panted, trying to take in lung fulls of air, but he couldn't catch his breath. Olivia was compressing his chest with her body, and her core was still rocking on his mouth and chin.
"Liv?" he tried to call quietly. When he got no response he moved to tap her thigh, but remembered his arms were still tied to his bed.
Elliot kissed her trembling leg, "Liv?"
This time she must have heard him because she sat up on her knees, a rush of air hitting him in his face.
Olivia quickly untied his wrists, and walked back down his body on her knees.
She moaned as she got a clear look of the mess she had made of him. His entire upper body was covered in some area by her juices. From his navel to his nose.
Olivia moved to sit back on his hips when her ass bumped against his soft cock, noticing the state his boxers were in. She smiled. "That do it for you too Detective?"
"Fuck yeah," Elliot panted as he used his fingers and tongue to clean up the fluids covering his face and neck.
Olivia grinned, "Up," she ordered as she grasped his boxers, pulling them off his body when he raised his hips. She tossed them on the floor, and being mindful of his injury, she laid on the other side of his body, intertwining their legs, as they both tried to regulate their breathing, and heart rates.
Elliot sat up, and reached down grabbing the quilt he left at the bottom of his bed. He pulled it up and over them as he felt a shiver wrack Olivia's body.
"Do you want me to close the window?" he wasn't sure if the fresh air was making her cold or not.
Olivia shook her head, and pushed him to lay back down, "Not that kind of shiver," she mumbled suddenly feeling extremely fatigued, "More like an aftershock."
Elliot chuckled as he curled his arm underneath her head, and around her body, pulling her half on top of him.
"So is that a fantasy you can cross off your list now?" Olivia asked as she used his pec as a pillow.
"What sex in my bedroom, in my parent's house? Yeah I suppose so, although it was way better than anything I could've ever imagined."
"Good I'm happy to have exceeded your expectations," Olivia said as she kissed his chest.
Elliot held her hand in his and moved it over his heart, "You exceed every single one of my expectations Olivia, every day," he whispered sincerely, his voice hoarse from his climax, and emotions.
Olivia just smiled as his words sunk in.
"Can you stay?" he inquired in a shy tone.
Olivia looked up into his warm blue eyes, "For a bit, just let me rest my eyes for a minute."
"Thank you for coming," Elliot saw the smirk appear on her face, "Ha ha, I just meant it's not every woman that would sneak into her boyfriend's parent's backyard, scale the side of a house, and then treat him to a moment that he'll remember forever, the ultrasound not the sex for clarification, although the sex was memorable too. Like I said before somehow you always exceed even my most unrealistic expectations."
"I love you Olivia," Elliot expressed as his eyes shined with unshed tears, the emotions of the last couple days finally catching up with him.
Olivia stroked her hand over his cheek and tipped his head towards her, "I love you too Elliot Stabler." She pecked his lips, but kept their foreheads pressed together as she felt a few tears run down his nose. She nuzzled him, keeping them connected, snuggling peacefully into his body.
Olivia could feel their breathing slow down as they descended into sleep, promising herself she would just rest for a few minutes in the arms of her lover, her queasiness long forgotten.
A/N: I finally got to watch this week's episodes and as much as I hate promos/spoilers that one for SVU 24x12 was literally EVERYWHERE. Even on news outlets for god sakes.
A/N 2: Hoping people actually get notified of this update. I have no control over AO3 or FFN obviously. Please drop a comment or review if you enjoyed ;) Hope everyone has a good weekend.
