still frames in your mind || Story: a very safe place
chapter ten: yours. mine. ours.
Gwen woke up in agony, grimacing as she turned to glance over at her nightstand, looking for her pain meds the hospital had prescribed her. The throbbing in her shoulder almost overwhelming. Having no luck seeing them anywhere in the room, she decided she'd ask Olivia if she knew where Elliot had put them. Maybe he’d forgotten to put them out for her.
Shaking her head, she threw her legs over the side of the bed, it was a long-shot asking Olivia if she knew where her idiot brother had put the damn pills, but at least if she asked Olivia, chances are that by this point, she’d already seen his ass and…it spared Gwen the sight of something she really didn’t want to have ingrained in her memory.
'He sometimes sleeps in the nude and no sister should EVER see that.'
Making her way up the stairs, she clenches her eyes tightly closed and leaned against the railing for a moment. Knocking lightly on Liv's door, which cracked open and she received a full view of her brother’s ass peeking out of the sheet, the very thing she was trying to avoid. Olivia's chest only slightly covered by Elliot's arm and a bit of the sheet.
Gwen cleared her throat, loudly.
"Okay. One, Elliot's ass crack? Gross, you can cover up.” Gwen leaned against the door frame, her blue eyes darting over to Olivia’s figure, “However, I’d like to thank God for this view. Liv, if it doesn't work out, gimme a call, yeah?" she turned back to look at her brother, “Elliot, if you mess this up, I am going to shoot you in the balls myself.”
"What the hell, Gwen?!" Elliot moves abruptly, practically throwing himself over Olivia's upper half, reaching for the sheet and pulling it up over them. Gwen’s face is one of amusement at this precarious position she’s found them in.
Honestly, she’s relieved that he finally got his head out of his ass – his large ass that is still falling out of the sheet.
"I need my pain meds. They weren't on my nightstand. I was trying to avoid seeing your ass...literally, so I figured knocking on Olivia’s door and asking her was the safer option, but obviously I’ve missed something? Maybe?"
"Gwen, seriously." Elliot warns. "Stop ogling Olivia’s breasts."
"I think that's for her to decide, she did offer to flash me. I mean, if this is as close as I get to it..." She shrugs her good shoulder, "Thank you, truly." Gwen nods at Olivia, smiling, before turning her attention back to Elliot. "My meds? And please, just...lock the door? So maybe I don't wander in here next time to find your bare ass staring me in the face." She adjusted her shoulder brace slightly, wincing as she did so. “I mean, there are children here. And you really should lock the door because I don’t want to walk in on any…activities.”
Elliot groans, his eyes locked onto Gwen’s. “Gwen, you have to get out of the room if you want me to get up and get the meds for you.” Gwen narrows her blue eyes, biting the inside of her cheek. “I mean, unless you’d like to see everything.”
Rolling her eyes, Gwen turns, grabbing the door handle in her good hand, closing the door behind her. Only when the door was shut did she allow a huge grin to spread across her face, quickly replaced by another grimace of pain.
Elliot turns and looks at Olivia who is fighting breaking out in hysterical laughter.
“Your sister.” She shakes her head, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth as she falls back against the pillow.
“I love her to pieces, I really do, Liv.”
“I like her too.”
“That scares me,” he pulls on a pair of sweats that was thrown over the chair in the corner of the room. “Though, I’m glad you like her. She likes you.” He pauses, “Probably a little too much.”
“I can tell.” Olivia’s brows rise as she shakes her head, “Don’t worry, El. I’m not going to leave you for your sister. Though, if you don’t hurry up, Detective.” She bites her lip, eyes roaming over his chest, still bare. “I might consider giving her a shot.”
“Liv.” He shoots her a warning glance.
Finally making his way back up the staris, he was surprised to find Olivia standing in the kitchen, a package of Oreos in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Her hair was falling around her shoulders, her face naked, freckles visible in the dim lights above the island.
She was absolutely stunning, standing there in a pair of loose lounge pants and a robe.
“She good?” Olivia asked, sliding onto the stool and placing the Oreos on the counter in front of her Elliot was just staring at her, his mouth slightly agape. “Elliot, I’m asking about your sister? Gwen?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head, still staring at her, registering that she was speaking to him. Asking a question, she doesn’t mind at all, finally being under his gaze in all the ways she always yearned for, deep down. She relishes in this appraisal. It’s all she dreamed of but convinced herself she would never get. That it was never going to happen. “She knocked the pills off of her nightstand and they rolled under her bed.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, reaching over her and grabbing two cookies out of the package in front of her. She playfully smacked his arm, grinning at him as she took a drink of milk.
“Get your own, Stabler.” her brown eyes danced mischievously.
“These are mine, Benson.” He stood between her legs, glancing down at her, smiling as he reached for her milk glass when she placed it back on the countertop. “Everything in front of me is mine.”
Catching his double-meaning, she tilts her head up, eyes mischevious. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” He nods, his eyes falling on the mark at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “Mine.”
“Hm.” She makes a noise, smile falling, eyes roaming over his figure once more. “You really are a possessive asshole, you know that, right?” She reached forward, running her hand from his shoulder down his chest, smiling as she saw the goosebumps rise on his skin. A small contented hum bubbles up from her chest as her hand trails back up, wrapping around his shoulder, where she pulls him between her legs, her finger hooked in the waistband of his sweats.
She’s looking up at him from her stool, the corner of her lip tucked between her teeth as she applies pressure to his shoulder, moving her hand up behind his head, gripping his neck and pulling him down so her lips brush his ear.
“You know, I’m pretty possessive over what’s mine…just like you. You know that, right?” Her breath is hot against his ear as she yanks him closer to her, their cheeks touching, “And this –“ She slides her hand in his pants. “Is mine.”
He swallows audibly. He started this.
“Olivia.” He moves his face so that his nose is buried in her hair, his hand is resting on the side of her seat. “Our sons are right above our heads and my sister is downstairs. I think if you want – “ she squeezed him in her hand, he was becoming even more solid under her touch - “to continue what you’re doing –“ her thumb brushed over the tip of his hard cock, spreading the pre-cum over the head, and sliding her hand down his shaft. He moved his hand to rest over the top of hers, stopping her. “We need to go to the bedroom.” A pause, “NOW.”
“Our sons.” She pulls her head back, away from his to get a good look at his face, “Detective, last time I checked it was my son and your son.”
“Our sons.” He repeated. “Yours, Mine, Ours. Whatever.” His face turns as he captures her earlobe between his teeth, teasing it with his warm tongue, “Bedroom, Captain.” He glanced down at her hand, still inside of his sweatpants. “Before we both make stupid decisions right here in the middle of the kitchen and scar everyone for life.”
“Hm.” Olivia’s eyes suddenly darkened even more, as she released him, trailing her hand around his side, digging her fingernails into the skin of his back. “I give the orders around here.”
“My house. My rules.” He challenged. She glanced down at his position between her legs and squeezed her thighs against his, wrapping her other hand that had been resting on his neck around his back and pulling him even closer, her lips moving forward to kiss his chest.
“Oh. What happened to…mine and ours?” she taunted. “Is that only when things are convenient?”
He stopped for a moment, eyes darting up to the ceiling, before he reached into the collar of her robe, running his hand over her collarbone, fingertips brushing her skin lightly, before turning his hand and gripping her generous cleavage. “Last time I checked, Captain, you refused to hear me out on that question I asked you…”
“You know what?” She placed her hand over his that was stopping her from gripping him anymore in his pants, “I think I’m going to take the Oreos and Milk and go to bed, and you can go enjoy your own bed.”
“My cabin. Does that mean my bed is your bed?”
“I see we’re having problems with boundaries, Elliot.” She whispers, her tone lower and breathier than it had been moments before.
“Kiss me.” He whispered, his breath hot against her cheek.
When their mouths met this time, their tongues slid lazily into one another’s mouths as she snaked her arm around his neck, forgetting about the fact he was still holding her from touching him the way she wanted to inside of his pants.
“Mkay. Bring the cookies and the milk.” She smiled against his lips as they took a small breath.
Morning came before either of them would have liked.
She woke up sore, satisfied, and anxious. Anxious, when she realized that he hadn’t left after their midnight snack and activities. Elliot’s phone was going off on the nightstand and when she slapped his chest to get his attention, he groggily pulled it over and squinted at the name on the screen.
Answering the phone, she could hear the person on the other line.
They had apparently caught the individual responsible for their sequestered life – and they were free to return home. Hearing someone say that they were able to come back to the city felt something like a relief, but as she lay there, listening to the conversation she couldn’t help but wonder…what happens between us now?
Rolling on her side, she tucked her hand under her cheek, eyes studying his profile as he lay there, his fingertips massaging his temple as he listened. Sensing her stare, he turned his head to look at her, and his eyes darted to the phone that he was holding at his ear. “Actually…can we get back to you on when we plan on coming back? We got some snow up here, and I don’t know what the roads are like. It might be a day or two.”
Just. Like. That.
“Yeah, no, everyone is very safe. We’re in a very safe place. It’s secure; barring the incident the other day. No, we’re not going to strangle one another.” His eyes trail down her chest, where the sheet is slipping away again.
It had been years since she’d slept in any state of undress, but with him? She was comfortable. Wanted as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
“No. We’ll call later. She’s still asleep.” She shook her head, a smile spreading across her sleepy face. “Yeah. Bye.”
He hung up and dropped the phone onto the pile of clothes on his side of the bed, bringing his hand up to her cheek, stroking it softly as he leaned in and kissed her lips, lazily. She welcomed this. She encouraged this behavior from him.
“I – Liv, I don’t wanna go back just yet.” He began, eyes studying her, “I have everything I’ve ever wanted – and it’s all right here in front of me.”
“We have to go back eventually, El.” He kisses her again, softer this time, thumb tracing her cheek.
“I just…don’t want you to not be around all the time. I’ve grown kind of…accustomed to this proximity.”
She bites her bottom lip, breathing? She forgot how to do that. Thinking? She can only think of their bodies pressed against each other. How he’s seeped into every last pore in her body. Every last dark corner. He’s part of her. Always has been, but, now more than ever.
“Well…what do you say we make this ours?”
His eyes widen.
“Yeah.” She agrees. “Ours.”
“So, it’s about time you two decided to join the land of the living.” Gwen remarks, sitting on the same stool that Olivia had been sitting on last night. “Joe –“ she motions to the man cooking everyone breakfast. “Says that we can go back to the city?”
“Yeah. That’s what they told me on the phone this morning. I’m assuming they called the Security team?”
“Yes.” Joe answers, pulling out the bacon and putting another tray in with more bacon.
“We’re not ready to go back yet.” Olivia blurts out, eyes traveling over to the table where Eli and Noah sit, quietly playing video games on their hand-held devices. “In fact, we were thinking of staying an extra few days.”
“Really?” Gwen asks, surprised.
“Yeah.” Elliot answers, eyes flickering between Gwen and Joe. “We were actually thinking of putting a name on this thing that Liv and I have.”
“But only if it’s okay with you guys, Eli. Noah.” Olivia’s standing leaning against Elliot, hoping that she doesn’t have to spell it all out.
“Are you asking me if I’m going to be pissed if you marry dad?” Eli asked, “Because my opinion doesn’t matter much, Olivia. Look, We’re cool.”
“You make him happy, Liv.” Eli shrugs. “Why should I stop that?”
“Thank you.” She smiles, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Well…” Gwen slaps the counter with her good hand. “That settles that. Welcome to the family, and I’ll do my best not to hit on you.” She leans forward conspiratorially, “But I make no promises, Olivia. You really don’t do things the traditional way, do you, Elliot?” Gwen asks, laughing.
“When it comes to this one? No.”
“Well, mom will be happy.”
“So will I, Gwen.” Elliot looks down at Olivia and smiles, and she returns the smile, unafraid of whatever comes next. All the times Elliot had ever felt homesick, it had been for a person – and he has a feeling that she’s always been home for him.
Eli looks at Noah, and smiles. “You know, Noah…we’re both pretty lucky, kid.”
“I know.” Noah answers, smiling as he looks at his mother, who is happy. Genuinely happy. “It’s good to see her smile.”
“Dad too.” Eli answers. Knowing that Olivia is the best type of person. Knows that she’s always got his back, that she’ll always be there to support him. That she’ll never try to take his mother’s place, but she’s going to be just like a mother to him.
Olivia glances up at Elliot, a grin plastered on her face. One that she doesn’t even think the Morris Commission could wipe off.
Elliot Stabler would always be her safe place.
Olivia knew this. It just took a little while to get there. To accept it. To welcome it.
And she would always, always, show up in places for his family…her family. Their family. And they would always make it a point to vacation in a very safe place – their cabin.