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exorciseyourspirit · 5 years ago

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The Ghost Of You || Theo And Rebecca

We were meant to live for so much more.

Theodora had to fight herself not to spend all her energy racing to Rebecca’s home at once. It had to be her. She was strong. She had fought him off before. She would fight him and surface again. It had to be her. But as she neared it, reached to pass through the windows and reach for her, call to her, a fear coiled around her and she hesitated. There was no telling why the dybbuk would trick Blanche again, what he would gain from playing a long game when he enjoyed his own existence so very much. And--dear God in Heaven--she was there. She was using Theodora’s old kettle, nursing her ribs. And she looked so tired. It must be her, mustn’t it? Theodora hesitated, then pressed her hand to the windows, rattling them as if they were caught in a gale. If it were the creature, he would see her. He would be cruel. And she had to be careful, certain. Didn’t she? “I know you’re in there,” she said, uncertain of to whom she was speaking anymore.

Rebecca had been icing her wound when she’d decided that a nice cup of tea would help calm her down. She’d waddled into the kitchen, still limping from the pain, though it seemed to be getting better. She’d have to schedule a doctor’s appointment, she wasn’t sure the demon had done so. It would be alright, in the meantime, with tea and ice and ibuprofen. She sighed, grabbing the kettle and filling it with water, sighing as she set it on the stove and clicked it on. She remembered her visions of the home, of the flashing clock on the stove. It wasn’t flashing now. It wasn’t beeping. Suddenly, the windows shook, a chill up her spin. Rebecca jumped, pulling out her ward. “Who’s there?” Limped over towards the window, when the voice filtered through. No. She-- she must’ve been hearing things. Backing away, she turned away. “Whoever you are, go away. I don’t-- I’m not who you’re looking for.”

Theodora passed through the glass as Rebecca backed away. The dybbuk would have no need to be afraid. He was too confident, surely. And he would see her. Mock her. Rebecca, on the other hand— “Darling?” She called softly. She knew Rebecca’s tired looks intimately. The way the creases around her eyes seemed to deepen, the droop around her mouth, the way her hair dropped with neglect. Hunting a dybbuk, even over the span of years, was hardly conducive to good rest. And it was all the same, now as ever before. “It is you, isn't it, darling? Rebecca?”

Rebecca turned, clutching the counter until her knuckles turned white. She’d finally lost it, was what this was. That voice, so familiar. She was back in that place again, wasn’t she? That must be it. This couldn’t be real. But the chill in her bones, the way her flesh tingled-- she knew it wasn’t just her imagination. Her lip quivered. Maybe if she ignored it, she’d go away. This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be back, couldn’t be here. Rebecca had only been able to pull through because she knew Theo was in a better place, knew that she was no longer suffering-- but now? Accepting this? “No,” she said, moving away from the energy radiating by the window. “No, you’re not-- you’re not here. Just go away, please,” turning her back to her again. Because if it was her, she didn’t want her to see the anguish in her face, the defeat.

“Rebecca--” Theodora called, drifting slowly towards her. She couldn’t mean it like this, surely. After all the time it had been, and the weight of these weeks knowing she was drifting alone in the black while the dybbuk mocked her existence, that the alternative was a cursed existence, pulling against a tide she could not fully control. If Rebecca knew it was her, surely-- Theodora brushed her hand through her hair, wilting as she realized that Rebecca might do just that, if she were alone enough, and hurt enough. The worst fights they had were the ones where Rebecca pushed her away when Theodora most wanted to be with her. “Don’t let’s do that cruel dance again, my love,” she said. “It really is me. And I’ve come all this way just to see you again, for true.”

“That-- it--” Rebecca stammered, shivering as something brushed across her skin. She screwed her eyes shut, pulling away again. How cruel could the world be? To give her her lover back like this? As the things she hunted? The things she had come to only feel, to hear, but not see. Never see. She cast her head down, arms wrapped around herself. Tears welling behind tightly shut lids. “It’s not fair! You can’t-- you shouldn’t be here. I’m so sorry. Why are you here? You shouldn’t be here. Go, please, go. Move on. Be happy. Please,” she begged, breath wheezing. The hurt in her ribs was now nothing compared to the hurt in her heart. The ache that clenched at her. She wished for so long during that year alone to see her lover one more time. To speak to her, one more time. And never had she thought to come back to White Crest. Never had she thought Theo would have been here, been around. And it hurt all the more, knowing that she could’ve known her this whole time. That she could have had her like this, the whole time. But her stubbornness, her pain had kept her away. And she only had herself to blame. “You can’t be here.”

“As if I could ever rest, knowing you were in pain?” Theodora asked. “Knowing I hadn’t done enough to protect you? After all my other failures, and all my other wanderings?” She lifted the hair that fell over her face, twisting it round in her grasp, such as it was. “Would you really deny us this, my love, after two long years? Haven’t we suffered enough apart? Must you punish us again?” If she could have only but summoned solid hands through will alone, the ability to pull her up, shake her, make Rebecca look at her and see her-- Oh, but that would have been too easy. Whatever sins Theodora was atoning for, she had obscured herself from such a blessing. “It’s one thing never to visit your wife, but another to cast her out of your home. And this is not the time for running, Rebecca,” she said, voice firm.

“This isn’t-- this isn’t your fault, you know that, I told you that,” Rebecca pleaded quietly, shivering again when Theo’s ghostly hands passed across her. She looked up, bewildered, wishing now more than ever that she could see her-- cursing now more than ever, that she couldn’t see ghosts. “You should be able to move on, my love,” she said quietly, her voice strained as she fought back her tears. “You shouldn’t be here suffering with me.” The pain swelling again in a frantic sob, aching ever more thanks to the fracture in her side. She moved through the spirit in front of her, through the kitchen, and to the living room. There was a photo of Theodora on the mantel and she picked it up, knowing she’d followed her in, hands caressing her face in the photo. “I couldn’t bare to visit the place where I’d lost you. Where’d I’d failed everything in my life,” she confessed quietly, “my ultimate failure. Losing you.”

Theodora followed, peering over Rebecca’s shouler and passing her arms through her body, as if she would press her close, Rebecca’s back cradled by her chest. Some evenings, when Rebecca’s fear pulled and stiffened at her, it was the only way she could bridge the awful silence between them and hold her at all. If she could just take shape for even a moment, she thought. Even with hands of death, to feel anything-- “Oh, my darling,” she sighed, her voice shuddering. “It wasn’t your fault at all. I dove for him. I just wasn’t fast enough. That was my blasted foolishness, not yours.” She skated her ghostly hands over Rebecca’s. It was just a chill, Rebecca had told her. Like a pocket of icy wind. She did not know how it could comfort, but she hoped that from her, with her voice in her ear, it might for even a breath of a moment. “Is marriage not a sharing of suffering, anyway? I think I’m rather entitled, don’t you?” Her voice lilted softly upwards, hoping to soothe with a touch of levity.

Rebecca shuddered again, but it wasn’t an adverse reaction. Somehow, the chill of Theodora’s touch was a comfort. Perhaps it was her voice, or perhaps it was just knowing that that was what she was trying to do, but Rebecca didn’t turn away this time. She could feel Theo’s presence behind her and felt the longing inside of her to hold her and touch and her and felt the unfairness of the fact that she couldn’t. It felt like a physical ache in her arms that could only be quelled by Theodora’s touch, but she would never again feel it. Even now, with her here. “We never made it official, you know,” she said quietly after a moment. She turned around, looked up-- she couldn’t see Theo, didn’t know exactly where she was, but she could see her clearly in her mind. Standing there with her sweater on, that look in her eyes-- so soft, so caring. Like they could look into Rebecca’s own soul and pull out all the bad and make everything okay. With just a look. “I want to see you,” she whispered, “let me see you.”

“Not officially, no,” Theodora chuckled. “But we did a lot of married things in the eyes of our gods alone. It’s close enough. I told Blanche I was your wife. So at this point, who’s the wiser, really?” Rebecca turned to her, her soft face open and bright. There was a sparkle of hope in her watery blue eyes, that resilient seed that carried her through so many dark nights. Theodora passed her fingers through her cheeks. She dug deep into the core of her soul, just in case there was any strength within her that could summon to make herself solid again. Even a moment, a flash of contact, however soft. But she could not wipe Rebecca’s tears from her cheeks. She could not draw her close and fold her up in her arms away from the world. “Oh, if I only could, my love,” she said. “It is so good to see you after so long. I have missed you so very much. So very much. If I knew how, I would--” She could not bring herself to continue. It seemed too cruel, to speak hopes that had no promise of coming true. “But I would stay with you tonight, and every other, for as long as this lasts. I will help you, however I can.”

Rebecca lifted her left hand. There was a pale band around her ring finger. “I haven’t put it back on in a long time,” she murmured, curling her fingers in slightly before stretching them back out again. “It didn’t seem right. I was worried he might--” Take it. Break it. Destroy it. Destroy their symbol of love. She knew it sounded stupid, but she couldn’t bare the thought. She knew that their love was always going to be in their hearts, undead or not, no matter what. Even if Rebecca wilted away and her soul was torn from this world. She shuddered at the thought and clutched the picture to her chest, sinking into the couch. “Staying seems almost cruel,” she muttered, “how cruel is the world to give you back to me in the one form I can’t see you.” She looked up again, eyes worn, tired. “I want you to stay, but I can’t ask that of you. What if he comes back while I sleep? He’ll kill you, he’ll take you from me and I already lost you once, I can’t-- I won’t,” she set the photo down on the table in front of her. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Theodora. I’m lost.”

Theodora turned her attention to the photograph. Despite being only a year before her death, the woman in there seemed so much surer, stronger, than how she felt. Perhaps she was simply more corporeal. But lacking a reflection, Theodora found a strange sense of heart in the person she was. However damned she was, she had been a woman who could bear anything. The cruelty of loss. The rejection of the world. The breaking of her own body, over and over from one night to next. She could bear this too. And perhaps at the end of it, if she succeeded, she might uncover the misdeeds of her soul, might even find her way to absolution and peace. But what was heaven without Rebecca? The thought was meaningless, too selfish and small as to dissipate faster than smoke. Theodora knelt before her, hands cooling on her knees so she would know where to look. “Whatever you will of me, I will do it,” she said solemnly. “You wouldn’t be asking me to stay. You need only tell me you want it again and I shall. I would like to stay with you too. Comfort you, if I can at all, and to damn the risk. I can dissipate faster than he can reach for me like this. But If it will only cause you more grief and worry, I will go. I have places to stay. I’ll be alright. I won’t even be alone. Perhaps don’t think about this one overmuch, if you can help it. You needn’t ask at all, only say what you feel.”

Cool hands on her knees that she could almost feel, Rebecca looked down at where she knew Theodora was. She could picture her so clearly, kneeling in front of her, green eyes sparkling. Tears welled behind her eyes again and she let them fall freely this time, too tired to fight them off anymore. She wished she could see Theo, she wished so badly for the thing she’d worked her entire life to be proud of not having. Becoming an exorcist despite her inability to see ghosts had been one of her proudest accomplishments, and now, all she could do was curse the world for denying her this gift. “I can’t say it,” she finally admitted, her voice a hoarse whisper, “I need to know I’m me first. I need to know it’s safe, first.” She wrapped her arms around herself against and pretended they were Theo’s arms, sinking into her grasp like the safety blanket it had always been for her, from their first embrace to their last. “I need to feel safe again.”

Theodora was glad Rebecca could not see her then, for in two years of being invisible she had lost all habit of schooling her face to hide any emotion she didn’t want to surface. She hung her head and would have dug her fingers in with longing, with a silent plea, if she had anything to touch. She wanted to stay. After two years alone, torturing herself with memories, she wanted to stay more than anything. But the wishes of the dead and damned were of no consequence. Theodora was quiet for several moments, however, before finally saying, “Alright. Then I will go. I’ll return soon, though, to see how you are.” She withdrew from her, gliding away towards the door. “I hope at least that much is alright with you.”

Rebecca’s heart tugged because she could feel exactly what Theo was-- she knew exactly the look on her face. And though Theodora was here, she was so tired of having to just imagine things. To imagine what her lost love was doing, feeling, looking. “Wait!” she said, a bit desperately, “stay for a little longer. Please,” she asked, hoping her eyes were glancing in her direction. “I-- just a little longer.” She stood up, struggling, her side prickling with pain. “I can finish making us tea,” she said quietly, hobbling towards the kitchen again, “and...maybe you can tell me your favorite poem again. And just...maybe for just a little bit, you can stay…” she paused in the doorway again, looking around the room, wondering if she could simply reach out and feel her. “Please?”

Theodora wanted nothing more than to do all of those things with Rebecca. Just another evening near her, even if they couldn’t touch or meet eyes. But if such and evening was what she had really wanted, she would have said so. This gesture, however earnest, could only have been given out of love for her. And oh, how Theodora had missed being loved at all. To be offered something so simple, so kind, for no other reason than because Rebecca saw her and cared. If she could truly claim to love her in return, however, she would honor her first wish. The one she had made before she knew how thin Theodora’s skin had become. “No,” she said. “It’s alright. You should feel safe, first and foremost. No need to take on any shame about it.” And Theodora believed this, with all her heart, but she could not avoid the bitter sadness she felt. She had always failed at compartmentalizing cleanly when it came to Rebecca. Why should it be any different in death? “It is good to have you back, my love. Even like this,” she said. And before Rebecca could call to her again and change her mind, she was gone.

#chatzy #chatzy: theo #theo #dr jekyll #the ghost of you #//i wanted srs titles but i guess this chatzy #is just an homage to emo 00's songs #blame olivia and kat

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Squad Halloween Headcanons

Y’all. I FUCKING LOVE Halloween, and for me, (because of my Disney life) it starts in mid August…last year was the first time in 9 years I wasn’t in a Disney Park to celebrate with all their amazing entertainment and delicious snacks and I was SO SAD, I was planning to go back this year but #1: I’m not an idiot about to travel rn #2: our border is still closed #3: they cancelled MNSSHP this year. Also this took so fcking long cause I got SUPER hyped up/distracted jamming out to MNSSHP JAMS.

Anyways….

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Imma start with the team going through a haunted house cause that’s what the anon asked for originally

The squad ends up going to some Halloween festival down at Coney Island as a way to brush off some steam and have some time together outside work

It’s definitely Rollins who suggests going through the haunted house, the kind with actual actors inside that jump out of you along with creepy/gruesome scenes and rooms along the way (I’m thinking Halloween Horror Nights type thing)

Kat’s the first to agree, grabbing Amanda’s hand while the two gleefully run towards the entrance (hopped up on sugar or alcohol you choose). They’re giggling and yelping the entire way through having the time of their lives

Carisi’s definitely the one screaming like a baby around every corner, actually terrified, which naturally Amanda is laughing at him for, making plans on how to prank him around the precinct more often

Amaro’s the one who nearly punches one of the actors out of pure fight or flight instinct

Barba thinks the entire thing is childlike and ridiculous, he’s only here because Olivia showed up at his apartment and dragged him down there herself.

Casey finds herself jumping more often than she’d thought, brushing it off with laughter

Olivia & Alex end up jumping together and don’t even realize they’re holding hands until they’re all the way out and someone else points it out which they both get super flustered about, blaming it on being scared

Fin definitely makes some comment about how this is “white people shit” and he’ll never understand why something like this is supposed to be fun.

Melinda is hands down going over every gruesome scene with a groan, complaining how inaccurate it is, wapping Carisi’s arm as he’s trembling over the gore being all “it’s not even real, calm down!”

Sonya’s the one with the flask in her pocket…duh…

Halloween in general:

Olivia wasn’t super big on the holiday originally, but once she adopts Noah it becomes more of a regular thing when he’s old enough to actually enjoy it. She always makes sure he has the cutest/best costume, and is sure to take him trick or treating with Lucy (so that if she has to leave he doesn’t have to stop getting candy). She lets him gorge on candy that night, but is sure to keep it limited over the next few weeks. They do all the cute family Halloween things, carve pumpkins, roast the seeds, watch things like It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, in the month leading up to the holiday

Rollins LOVES scary movies, and uses Sept/Oct as an excuse to bust them out, we’re talking all the Friday the 13ths, all the Halloween’s, all 4 Scream’s, Nightmare on Elm Street, the Strangers, the Purge collection, the Chucky movies, ALL of them. She drags Carisi into it despite the fact that he HATES them, especially the jump scares, laughing at how panicked he gets during the tense scenes. After having kids she softens up a little bit, obviously she can’t show a 4 year old those movies (she’ll wait til after bedtime for that). She’ll usually join Liv in trick or treating, making the night a little more enjoyable for both of them. She also is 100% guilty of eating at least half of the girls candy after they go to sleep for the night and DEFINITELY hits up the stores Nov 1st for all that sweet, sweet discounted chocolate. She definitely has a costume for Frannie, who puts up with her bullshit long enough to get a couple of pictures before tearing the thing to pieces.

Carisi loves doing all the cute fun fall things with his family. Like, he’ll be back in Staten Island raking the leaves in his parent’s yard just so the kids can dive bomb into the pile before filling those big jack’o’lantern garbage bags for decorations. He goes costume shopping with them, or spends hours going through pattern books at the fabric store because his Ma is clearly making all the costumes herself just like she did when he was a kid. He’ll spend hours carving pumpkins, chaperoning various relatives friends groups while they trick or treat, various parties of the kids, laughing along with them while they play games. Is definitely helping his sisters make witch finger cookies, or those tables where they turn the lights off and you touch peeled grapes pretending they’re eyeballs and the like. Seriously cannot wait to have his own family/kids to experience it with, cause, duh…it’s our soft sonshine bean.

Alex doesn’t care much for the holiday, this bitch comes from wealth and class and you simply cannot tell me otherwise. She’s much more a Christmas/New Years Eve type holiday celebrator. She’s glad she lives in an apartment where there aren’t many trick or treaters or kids in general, she MIGHT leave a bowl of candy outside her door if she knows there’s kids in the building, but catch this girl probably still at the office not even realizing it’s Oct 31st. As for fall in general, she prefers it, getting to spend more time snuggled up with her s/o, using the chilling weather as an excuse, especially if PDA’s involved. “I’m only holding your hand cause it’s cold” kinda thing

Rafael is 1000% still in his office the entire night, has no reason to celebrate and finds everything oh so childish, though he probably will bring Noah a little packet of candy (and probably a tooth brush, cause, no one likes cavities). He hates the whole “pumpkin obsession” that everyone goes through, ESPECIALLY with coffee, how anyone can drink that sugary sweet shit is far beyond him. Plus it brings hoards more people into the coffee shops and makes him late for work if he doesn’t start leaving the house earlier. He appreciates the cooling weather thanks to regularly being in 3 piece suits though, cause that’s no fun in the humid heat of summer.

Casey’s not super into it, she might throw up a decoration or two on her apartment door for the spirit of things, but she’s not going out or celebrating, and definitely not dressing up. She’s a girl that belongs in summer, warm air, outdoor sports, the ability to bike ride through the city rather than deal with rain/snow. I feel things like 4th of July are her jam, outdoors, a barbecue, the warm summer air, sports, obviously softball.

Melinda: (it’s canon she’s married and has a kid so I’m going with that here). She gets WAY too into it in terms of setting up her front yard into a horror zone, like, the MOST realistic decorations, organizing skeletons/organs/brains/etc into the most realistic & disgusting scenarios. Loves to freak out trick or treater’s with it while her kids younger, when the kid is older and hosting parties, she’ll have a long trail leading to the back yard, a little haunted house type display with all the medically accurate terrifying thing before the guests get to the door. She definitely takes notes of the most disturbing deaths she’s seen all year just for this moment. There is 100% fog machines and creepy soundtracks throughout the entire thing.

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #halloween #olivia benson #casey novak #alex cabot #melinda warner #sonya paxton #rafael barba #amanda rollins #sonny carisi #svu

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australiancarisi · 4 years ago

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12 with olivia benson please!

Words: 2550 Remember when I said these were gonna be drabbles… also Nick, Rafael, Mike & Kat are in this because I love them all thx for coming to my ted talk

‘how is my wife more badass than me?’

You groaned as you rolled over to Liv’s side of the bed to turn the blaring alarm off. It took a lot of effort and tries but you eventually managed to turn it off with a huff. You wrapped the blanket around you, closed your eyes and snuggled into Liv’s pillow. You peeped an eye open when you heard Liv chuckle.

“What” you mumbled

“You are just adorable” Liv smiled from the doorway to your bathroom

“Why are you out of bed?” you whined rolling onto you back

“Because although it is your day off my love, it is not mine” Liv said and headed back into the bathroom to continue getting ready.

“But the alarm only just went off. If I’m going to be woken up early on my day off a mere five hours after getting home from my shift, I should get cuddles” you demanded. “I’m not joking” you said as Liv laughed at you. You sat up slightly when you noticed your bedroom door slowly open “here’s my cuddles”

“y/n” Noah ran up and jumped onto the bed and got straight into your arms

“Hello sweet boy, how do you have so much energy at 6 in the morning” you grinned smothering his face with kisses. Noah’s laugh had to up there as one of your favourite sounds, so pure, so innocent. Liv leant against the door frame and watched the two of you together. She had been so nervous when the two of you had started dating about how Noah would take to you, but from the moment he met you, he was glued to your side and you were wrapped around his little finger. Even now, two years into your marriage and nothing had changed.

“See this could have been all yours but now Noah gets all the cuddles” you squeezed him a little tighter making him giggle.

“Alright you two” Liv playfully rolled eyes “Come on Noah let’s get you ready for school before Lucy gets here”

“Nooooo”

“Yesssss” Liv teased him

“But I wanna stay with y/n”

“I can get him ready” you said with a yawn

“The only thing you are going to do is go back to sleep” Liv said

“But-“

“No buts. You didn’t get home until 1am you need to sleep my love” Liv pecked your lips and reached out to Noah, who just snuggled into you “Noah” he whined again. Your schedule had been all over the place lately. You had been doing doubles and night shifts for the last few weeks, you had barely seen Liv let alone Noah, it was no wonder he was clinging to you

“Go on sweet boy, I promise I’ll be there to pick you up after school” you kissed his forehead

“Promise?” He asked holding his pinkie up. You wrapped yours around his.

“Pinkie promise. 3 o’clock. I’ll be there” with the promise of seeing you later agreed on Noah left.

“Get some sleep my love” Liv smiled kissing you again before turning off the lights leaving you to catch up some much-needed rest.

When you woke up again it was nearly 11am. You jumped up pottered around the house, cleaning up Noah’s toys, putting away any dishes and things that were lying around and doing some laundry. These were your favourite type of days, where you just chilled at home, cleaned and were able to do things at your own pace.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Captain” you grinned, answering your phone

“Do I need a reason to call my wife?” Liv asked. You could basically hear her rolling her eyes.

“No, but it is out of the ordinary”

“What are you doing?” Liv asked, changing the subject

“Just about to leave actually, going to meet Jas for lunch at the café down the street. Even put on jeans for the occasion” You locked the door as you headed out to meet your friend.

“Wow fancy…” she trailed off and you could hear her talking to Sonny and Amanda

“How busy are you today?” you asked when you heard her lift her phone back to her ear

“You don’t even want to know… that’s why I called I doubt I’ll be home for dinner”

“It’s okay- “

“No, it's not” Liv cut you off with a frustrated sigh “I need to be home more, I need to spend more time with you and Noah and- “

“And you need to work. Because it’s what you love, because you are helping the people that need it. You are a good police officer, the best actually. Noah and I can handle a few late nights. Besides Noah needs something to be mad about when he’s a teenager” you joked. You smiled as you heard Liv chuckle a little. You hated how much pressure put on herself to be perfect at everything.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Liv asked

“Once or twice but I’ll never grow tired of hearing it”

“I love you”

“I love you too, I’ll see you when I’m looking at you, be safe”

“Always”

“You know you have a stupid look on your face” your friend and co-worker Jas said as you met out the front of the café while hanging up the phone

“It’s called love, you should try it sometime” you teased

“No thank you” Jas replied with a laugh. The two of you sat in the busy café and caught up on everything outside of work. Jas told you about one of the many guys she had on the go at the moment, you gushed about Liv and Noah.

“I mean seriously if I could I’d shove my foot where the sun doesn’t shine” Jas huffed bitching about one of your co-workers.

“I should probably go, need to run a couple of errands before I pick up Noah” You looked at your phone double-checking the time, an hour before you had to get Noah. You and Jas went to stand up when all hell broke loose. Everything changed in a split second. One moment you were sitting there with your friend having an amazing day and the next you were hiding under a table as a man held the café at gunpoint.

“NOBODY MOVE” he screamed turning in a circle with his gun pointed and ready to shoot. “NO ONE MOVES NO ONE CALLS THE COPS” You slowly and quietly got your phone out.

“What are you doing?” Jas whispered, her voice shaking in fear “did you not just hear him?”

“There’s no way I’m not texting Liv” you huffed

Liv sighed as she waited for the coffee machine to brew a new jug. Her eyes felt like they were going to fall out after all the paperwork she had been doing all day. All her detectives had been out either talking to victims or following leads so all she had done today was sit at her desk and do paperwork and reply to emails. Picking up her cup, Liv headed back out to the squad room as she heard everyone return. As Amanda was filling everyone in on the lead that she and Sonny had been following when everyone’s phone buzzed, and officers began moving.

“Café being held at gunpoint” Fin frowned

“Unknown gunman, unknown reason” Kat read from her phone

“I wonder which one” Sonny thought aloud

“Café 98” Liv almost threw her coffee on the nearest desk running into her office to grab her gun and badge.

“How do you know?” Fin asked

“Y/n is there”

Half an hour had passed, you could now hear the sirens of police officers in the distance, Liv responded and told you she was on the way and it was going to be okay. It was only words, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel better. The gunman was shouting at the café workers, blaming them for everyone being taken hostage because they didn’t give him money. You took deep breaths and tried to stay calm. The café phone rang, then again and again.

“Someone shut that fucking phone up!” the man yelled

“It’s going to keep ringing” your mouth said before your mind could stop you

“What was that bitch?” He started moving towards you. You slowly stood up, hands in the air.

“The p-phone. It’s the police. They want to talk, and they are going to keep calling until you answer” you stuttered, your confidence slowly falling.

“How would you know?” He sneered “you a cop?”

“No!” you quickly exclaimed “uh no I’m not but I am married to one. My wife is the captain at the 16th” you pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him your lock screen. It was a picture of you and Liv – her in her uniform - when she promoted to captain.

“You answer it then” he motioned with the gun towards the phone. You slowly walked over to the counter, focused on the man and the gun and picked up the phone.

“Hello” you said

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” you breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar voice.

Olivia jumped out of the car at the scene, almost before Fin had actually stopped the car. It was chaos. Uniforms were holding back the public as well as journalists. There were lights flashing and being screaming. Olivia could hear people asking if it was a terrorist attack but right now, she didn’t care about motive, all she wanted was to get you out of there. Flashing her badge, she and the rest of the squad were let through and they headed towards ground zero.

“Who’s in charge?” Liv asked a nearby uni who pointed her in the direction. She had a small smile when she saw Mike and Nick hunched over a table. “Captain Dodds, Sargant Amaro”

“Liv” the pair frowned “what are you guys doing here? This is major crimes’ not svu”

“y/n is in there” Fin said

“So what do you know?” Liv asked

“Not a lot. No contact has been made yet. We’re about to try again” Nick said as Mike lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hello, this is Captain Mike Dodds who is this?” Mike asked, his eyes met Liv and he quickly put the phone onto speaker. “y/n is anyone hurt?

“No, no one is hurt. There’s probably about 30 of us in here” hearing your voice was music to Liv’s ears. Mike asked you a few more questions, not that you were able to give him much more information.

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there” Liv turned to her squad, she hadn’t even thought of Noah.

“I’m on it” Sonny nodded pulling his phone out and moving away from everyone.

The fact that Mike was the person on the other end of the line made you a little less anxious. You tried to give him as much info as possible, but the gunman was not giving you anything, he wouldn’t even tell them what he wanted.

“Mike, I need you to tell Liv someone has to get Noah, I was supposed to pick him up from school and he’s going to be so upset if I’m not there and-“

“Alright that’s enough” the gunman grabbed the phone out of your hand and hung up. You quickly moved back to your spot under the table. The gunman was growing anxious, pacing around the room, it was clear he didn’t have a plan.

“There’s a back door” Jas whispered “a few of us could get out”

“I’ll distract him”

“I think Liv would kill me if I left you in here” Jas huffed

“If you get out the police can get it, she’ll live with it” you slowly stood back up “you should really stay away from the windows”

“What?” the man spat at you

“The police, they’ll be looking for a spot for a sniper to take you out” you walked towards him, moving around so he kept his eyes on you. Jas and a couple others started to creep towards the door. You were racking your brain trying to remember everything Liv had ever told you about hostage situations.

“Shouldn’t you stay away from the windows to then?”

“My wife’s a cop. You don’t think she’s out there?” you chuckled “And the guy on the phone before? He was her number 2 not too long ago, he got promoted not too long before my wife, he goes to my son’s dance recitals, he’s not gonna let anything happen to me. I doubt there is an officer that doesn’t know what I look like. They aren’t going to shoot me, but they will shoot you” your eyes swept the room quickly, Jas was out.

“Then maybe I should just shoot you” he held the gun to your face. You held your breath and closed your eyes. You thought of Liv and Noah and how much you loved them. Suddenly the back door opened and your eyes shot open.

“NYPD!” the gunman’s attention turned to the police officers, then, without thinking you grabbed the gun and his arm, flipping him to the ground. You quickly ripped the gun from his hand and took it apart.

“Seems you learnt some tricks over the years” Mike grinned coming up to you as one of the other officers handcuffed the man. You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed, you were okay, everyone was okay.

“She’s out there right?” you needed your wife right now

“did you expect her to be anywhere else?” Nick smirked joining you and Mike. He wrapped his arm around you too “took almost everyone to keep her from busting through the door herself” you grinned at that. Classic Liv. Mike and Nick lead you out the front door of the café. The moment you stepped out you found Liv. She was standing with Jas and the rest of the squad. Her eyes locked with yours and you thought you were going to start crying. The two of you ran to each other, throwing your arms around the other.

“Oh my love” Liv squeezed you “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay” you whisper into her neck

“She’s more than okay” Mike said, you pulled back from Liv’s arms. The rest of the squad joined you. “not only did she distract him to get those guys out, when we came in she grabbed his gun and disarmed him”

“Nice” Kat grinned, clearly impressed

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Liv grinned and kissed your forehead

“Learnt from the best” you responded “Noah…”

“All covered, Raf’s got him” Sonny said “He’s no y/n but I’m sure Noah was just as excited to see Uncle Rafa”

“Probably more” you laughed, you grabbed Liv’s hand and squeezed “Let’s go see our son”

“Anything you want my love” Liv kissed your lips “I’m so proud of you”

#law and order svu #law and order svu imagines #law and order fanfic #Olivia Benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson fanfic

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storyofmychoices · 4 years ago

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[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Get Back Up

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC)

Book: Open Heart (Book 3, Chapter 6--new scene) Word Count: <700

Synopsis: After freezing during surgery, Bryce is nervous to get back into the OR, especially when his next patient is a young girl. *Fluff* *Olivia is an OC and a pediatric resident at Edenbrook.

A/N: Just a quick drabble, not really edited or revised. I own any and all mistakes.

"Maybe you should ask, Dr. Calais." Bryce handed the chart back to her without any consideration of their contents.

"Bryce." Olivia placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "It'll be okay."

He clamped his hand over his scalpel hand as it began to tremble. "I just can't." He hadn't been back in the O.R. since freezing during the carotid endarterectomy the previous day.

"I believe in you." Her fingers softly caressed his forearm. "It's an atrial septal defect repair."

"On a kid, Liv." He turned away and pumped his fist against the wall.

"On a kid whose life you'll help save," she insisted, rubbing his back tenderly. "You've done them before and on kids, too! You can do this."

He ran his fingers deliberately back and forth through his hair, shaking his head to the sides as he gazed into the young girl's room.

Alisa rested on the bed in her mother's arms, doodling in her coloring book. Her emerald eyes filled with innocence and wonder. Despite being in a hospital, surrounded by wires and beeping noises, she never let it get to her. She greeted each doctor and nurse with the biggest smile. Her soft freckles seemed to glow with her joy. She lived up to her name—great happiness; he couldn't risk taking that from her.

"What if it goes wrong?" He whispered.

"What if it goes right?" She turned into him, attempting to get him to meet her gaze. "You're not your mistakes, Bryce. You're the best surgeon I know and the only one I trust Alisa's life with." Sensing his resistance, she continued. "When you were surfing, did you ever fall?"

"Of course."

"Did you stay down? Or, did you get back up and try again? Life is about taking chances."

He nodded, considering her words. The cool ocean spray brushed against his cheek as he thought back to his time in the water. Even when he fell, even when it hurt, the water was there to catch him and keep him afloat. Yesterday in the OR, he had no safety net. He felt like he was drowning, and he couldn't catch his breath.

"I know you blame yourself. I know freezing under pressure isn't something the Great Bryce Lahela is used to, but you're only human. One mistake doesn't change who you are. Get back up. She needs you."

A subtle smile pulled at his lips at a new realization. "Okay."

"You'll do it?"

Bryce took the chart from her hand, opening it to look over her most recent vitals and scans. He glanced up at Alisa, who met his gaze and gave him a cheerful wave through the window. "I'll do it."

"You'll do great."

He nodded, trying not to let his ego get the best of him again.

Later...

"How come we haven't heard anything?" Alisa's mom paced in the waiting room.

"I'm sure we'll hear soon. We have to have patience," Olivia reassured her.

"Her surgery was supposed to be over 45 minutes ago," her voice wavered, tears filling her eyes. "You don't think something happened, do you?"

"Alisa is in good hands. Dr. Lahela is the best surgeon I know." Olivia placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

She buried her face in her hands, leaning forward on her knees, trying to find comfort in the doctor's words.

"Mrs. Raines," Bryce's smooth voice pulled the attention of both women.

"Yes? Is Alisa alright?" She moved quickly to his side.

"The repair was slightly more extensive than any of the pre-surgical scans indicated," he began calmly. "But, the surgery went well without major complications. She's in recovery right now. She’s going to be just fine. I can take you to her if you'd like."

"Yes, please! Thank you!" Mrs. Raines threw her arms around Bryce's neck. "Thank you for saving my daughter."

"You're welcome." Bryce's gaze met Olivia's, and they shared a warm smile. He had realized earlier that she was his safety net. Like the ocean, she always caught him and supported him when he fell. And, he knew she always would. He gestured toward the door. "If you'll follow me, we can go see Alisa."

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@tyrils-star ; @lilyoffandoms ;

Bryce: @burnsoslow ; @callmeellabella ; @ariondevereux ; @ofpixelsandscribbles ; @nyastarlight ; @superharriet ; @jamespotterthefirst ; @brycessgirl ; @kat-tia801 ; @anotherbeingsworld ;

Bryce, Not confirmed (after this post you will be dropped from my tags, no hard feelings! If you ever want back on, all you need do is ask : @thearianam ; @mvalentine ; @rookie-ramsey ; @missmiimiie;; @adrianadmirer ; @bitchloveskcbaseball ; @doriansapprentice

#Bryce Lahela #bryce lahela x mc #bryce lahela x oc #open heart #olivia hadley #bryce x olivia #fan fiction

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jamiethetrans · 4 years ago

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Women of SVU - Day 1 Getting ready for a party/wedding

Rita Calhoun x Reader

Hey everyone! Just a repost from my other account! Told you a long time ago that I would transfer everything that I’ve posted on the other blog onto this blog. This is the first of the three stories that I have from the Women of SVU week that happened a while back. So just to warn you all, a lot of stories is gonna get posted now, so the other blog can get deleted asap.

And please let me know if you want me to add a taglist for the stories. Would love to know what you guys think about that.

Also new keyboard, so if any misspelling, blame that.

Thanks for the love on this new blog. It’s amazing! Thank you!

“This was not how I expected my day to go”, you said as you stood in front of a body of a fifteen year old girl. Raped and shot point blank between the eyes. Treated like she was nothing but dirt.

“Why? Did you have any plans?”, Kat asked as she stood next to you, writing down important information about the victim.

“Rita and I are going to a wedding in like five hours”

Kat gave an impressed look and nodded. “That’s why you’re so fancy dressed”, she said and you nodded and pulled out your phone, finding Rita’s number. Kat looked around, watching all of the people standing around to see the crime scene. She noticed a man standing in a hoodie, looking at her. She narrowed her eyes at him and gently touched your arm.

“Y/L/N”

“Hm?” You looked up from your phone and looked at Kat following her line of sight, immediately spotting the man in the hoodie, standing by the corner.

“Hey”, you called out and the man looked towards you. You and Tamin watched as he turned around and suddenly ran. “Hey!”, you called out and you both ran after him. Olivia and Rollins turned as they heard you yell and saw you both run after a man. Their eyes met and Rollins shrugged making Olivia roll her eyes.

The man sped up his pace and you let Tamin take the lead, noticing a shortcut. You smirked and ran another way, hoping you were right.

“NYPD stop!”, Tamin yelled and the man turned his head to look at her when he felt someone jumping into him from his left.

“Got ya”, you said as you immediately got on top of him and put him in cuffs before turning to Tamin. “You okay?”

“It’s hurts a little”, the man said and you frowned at him. “Not you idiot!”

“I’m fine Y/L/N”, Tamin said with a chuckle and you stood from the ground with the man and Tamin held a hand to her mouth the moment she saw it making you frown at her. “What?”

She cleared her throat and nodded towards your thigh and you looked down, loosing all color in your face as you saw the hole in your pants. “Fuck… Rita’s gonna kill me”, you whispered and walked back towards the crime scene, Kat not far behind. “Yeah she is”

Once you reached the crime scene, Olivia and Amanda turned to see you with the man in cuffs and immediately noticed the hole in your pants, most of your thigh showing. “What happened?”, Olivia asked the moment she knew you were both in ear shot and you sighed.

“Just caught a guy running from his own crime scene”, you said and let an officer take the man. “I didn’t do anything to that girl!”, he yelled.

“Shut up”

“And that?”, Amanda asked pointing towards the hole and you all looked down at your very visible thigh.

“Yeah… let’s just say these aren’t my work pants”, you said.

“Calhoun’s gonna kill you”, Amanda said and you sighed nodding and looked down at your phone, instantly seeing a missed call from Rita. “Shit. Cap is it okay if-“

“Yeah sure go go”, Olivia immediately said and you nodded and walked towards your car. You drove as fast as the speed limit let you and you reached your apartment. You immediately got out and ran inside. You walked to your bedroom and immediately walked over to the mirror, seeing the big hole in your pants. “Goddammit”, you hissed and opened your pants.

“Darling?“

You turned to see Rita standing in the doorway to your bathroom in her red dress and sighed. She immediately noticed your expression and softened her eyes. “What happened?”

“A fifteen year old girl was raped and killed. Saw a man at the crime scene and he ran away from us”, you explained taking off your pants completely before throwing them onto the bed. “I of course run after the guy. Kat ran after him as well and I saw a shortcut. When I reached him I had to jump into him so he could fall”, you kept on explaining and Rita nodded, listening carefully.

“And I broke my pants”, you said closing your eyes, knowing what was coming next.

Rita’s eyes widened and you sighed. “What?!” She walked over to the bed and looked at the brand new pants she has bought for you for this exact wedding. “Y/N…”

“I know”, you almost begged and she sighed and took a hold of your wrist. She brought you closer and covered your cheek.

“As long as I get you back in one piece, I don’t care what your clothes goes through”, she whispered and you smiled. She leaned up and kissed you softly on the lips before pulling fully back.

“But now I gotta go down and buy you some new ones”, she said and you sighed, feeling more bad than you ever had before.

“Baby I’m sorry I–“

“Don’t be sorry”, she instantly stopped you and your eyes met. “There are millions of pants out there. Only one of you”

That was enough for you to keep your mouth shut and she gave you a soft smile before walking out of the door. “Rita?”, you stopped her and she turned to you. “I love you”

She stood still watching you. It was the first time she had heard you say it and she felt her heart beat faster at the sound. “I love you too”

You smiled and watched her walk away towards the entrance. You sighed and sat down in the bed, immediately laying down and letting out a loud sigh

#women of SVU #rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #reader insert #reader #elizabeth marvel

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 4 years ago

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10. Kat Tamin - The show has been desperately in need of a younger detective to inject some new-to-SVU spirit. The rest of the characters have earned their melancholy and bitterness, I just like having someone young enough to say "When you say that, it sounds like you're victim blaming," to Liv. Her more current perspective is so refreshing.

9. Casey Novak - She was also an exceptional ADA. Her arc before she left has always bothered me; it didn't seem to fit well. I wish they had written her out differently, but I enjoyed her when she was there.

8. Donald Cragen - He was the Dad that Olivia deserved. He was the squad Dad. I liked his parental energy keeping everyone in check. I am also glad that he was able to find happiness and retire to enjoy it.

7. John Munch - He was hilarious for one, and I miss him terribly. He had such a big heart, and he reminded the others to look at things from other cultures/communities' point of view, which was great.

6. Amanda Rollins - I like her bad side. Being so flawed and yet so good at her job makes her character interesting. I also love female characters who are not ashamed of enjoying casual sex. She reminds me of Catherine Willows from CSI, who I also love for that reason. Liv deserves a friend who stays.

5. Fin Tutuola - I like consistency, for one. I also like the smoothing of his roughness that we see over the years. I love that his loyalty to Olivia is unbreakable. He and Munch were gold.

4. Alex Cabot - She was such an incredible, smart ADA, and her character arc(s) were so real. Even with Sunk Cost Fallacy, I love her breaking with the letter of the law, even though she still loves the performing of court. A beautiful character.

3. Elliot Stabler - Stabler was the one through which the audience's rage at the subject matter was funneled. The writers did Chris and Elliot *such* a disservice, however, by not allowing him more episodes to explore his layers. Episodes like Ripped, Swing, Turmoil are what I want to see Chris doing. I am EO Endgame until I die.

2. Rafael Barba - He was the first character after Elliot left that I ended up truly loving. AND I didn't even like him at first. Lol He grew on me, and the next thing I knew, Barson was the only ship I had shipped other than EO in 15 years. His character arc was IN.FUCKING.CREDIBLE. and he was funny, human and complex in a different way than any other character.

1. Olivia Benson - This woman has had my entire heart since I was 16. Hero, Feminist icon, patron saint of turning women gay. If you're not in SVU for Olivia, I honestly don't know how you manage.

#law and order svu #svu #olivia benson #rafael barba #elliot stabler #alex cabot #fin tutuola #amanda rollins #donald cragen #kat tamin #casey novak #john munch #svu spoilers #nbc svu #barson #eo #bensler

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idreamofplaid · 4 years ago

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Texas Magic

Square Filled: 69

Characters: Sam x Olivia (OFC); Jensen; Baby; John mentioned

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Olivia is discovering a new world filled with possibility and romance, one that she’s only dreamed about until now.

Word Count: 7143

A/N: Thank you to @fangirlxwritesx67 and @dean-winchesters-bacon for being such wonderful betas. Viv and Kat you pushed when I needed it and helped me make this better. I’m grateful for both of you and your time.

A/N 2: This is Part 2 of the series called Surrender to the Truth. Catch up with Part I It Begins.

Created for @spnkinkbingo

First Class, it was a glimpse into a life Olivia had only dreamed about. Sam had apologized to her about not being able to take the private jet. John was using it, and it was his father’s company.

She didn’t mind at all. In fact, maybe it was better to take this intermediate step in upscale flying. It was an opportunity to acclimate to the lifestyle of the wealthy. Her upbringing hadn’t involved much travel, especially not the kind that required a plane and certainly not First Class.

At the front of the plane, the seats were big and comfortable, made of leather that was buttery soft to the touch. There was plenty of legroom, and flight attendants were on hand to fulfill every whim and desire she might have. Her desire at the moment was for champagne, and they gave her all she wanted.

Sam looked over from the iPad that had monopolized his attention for most of the flight. An amused smile danced at the corners of his mouth. “You better slow down. At this rate, you’ll be drunk by the time we get to Austin.”

She wanted to push out her bottom lip and pout, but that would be taking it too far. Sam had flirted with her some since they’d had sex two weeks ago, but he hadn’t asked her out, hadn’t made another advance toward her. Nothing. She should have known better than to jump right into bed with him or, in their case, onto the floor of his office.

It had been the lights. She could blame it on that. The Christmas tree had been nothing but romantic. If that hadn’t been enough, there was the fire sending out a soft glow from the fireplace, and the magnificent city skyline clearly visible through the wall of windows in Sam’s office adding to the fantasy feel of the setting. When he kissed her, that was it. She became another notch on his bedpost.

Olivia scrunched up her nose, and her forehead wrinkled a little at that thought. That wasn’t exactly being fair to him. He’d never treated her like a conquest or like she was some kind of game to him, but she would be lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been hoping for more than just that one night. It was her way, and her curse, to get too hopeful and too romantic about things too soon. Now, it just made her sad. She knew what it was like to feel Sam touch her, and the thought he might never touch her again wasn’t something she wanted to accept, or even could accept sitting here in his world with him.

Sam gave her an assessing look, glancing down at the champagne glass and back to her face. “What’s wrong?” He smiled at Olivia and put down his iPad. “Don’t worry. You’re not going to get drunk. I won’t let that happen to you.” He took the glass from her hand and signaled to the flight attendant. She immediately walked over, and Sam handed her the glass. “Could we get a mineral water, please?”

Sam put the iPad into his briefcase and turned his full attention to Olivia. “So you like champagne better than beer then?” He was referring to the fact that he had been her “beer tutor” since they’d started working on the account for Family Business Beer Company. She’d never had a taste for the stuff, but she was learning to appreciate it under Sam’s guidance.

“I do like champagne,” she answered a little sheepishly. It was an extravagance she didn’t allow herself often. When it was so freely offered, she happily accepted. She looked at the champagne flute in her hand. That had been the stuff of her dreams when she was growing up. Champagne in a pretty glass represented special events in life and having something to celebrate to her.

She glanced at Sam and let her eyes stay on his. The things she was feeling for him made her want to trust him, and the champagne was loosening her lips and her defenses. She wanted him to know her. “It’s nice. Something I can give myself now. When I was growing up, we were poor. I used to dream about having nice things.”

Sam’s eyes dropped to the glass she was holding. Then he put his hand over hers. Their eyes met again. “You have those things now, and you’ll have more of them.”

The flight attendant returned with the water, ending the moment; Sam let go of Olivia’s hand and nodded in her direction. Dutifully, Olivia took a sip. Sam’s name was on her paychecks, at least part of it was. For now, his father was signing them; but one day Sam would inherit everything. So, if he wanted her to drink water; that’s what she would do.

He turned the conversation in a different direction by saying, “Tell me about Austin.”

“Haven’t you ever been?” Olivia was surprised, assuming he had been everywhere.

Sam did an arousing thing with his tongue, pushing it out over his bottom lip, pulling it back into his mouth, then biting on that bottom lip briefly before letting it go. Olivia yearned for the intimacy of what his tongue could do to her and for him to allow her deeper into his life. She was almost certain he was about to say something important, reveal some part of himself the way she had, but then he pulled back. “I spent a few weekends there when I was in college. I had...friends there.”

He hardly missed a beat. If she hadn’t been watching him so attentively, Olivia would have missed it. What had happened in Austin?

Sam continued smoothly. “Most of my trips to Texas have been to Dallas, sometimes Houston. Business stuff.”

Olivia tried to ignore the burning questions in her mind about Austin in the interest of carrying on the conversation. Who was in Austin? Why had he gone there? There had been something in the tone of Sam’s voice when he said “friends” that made her think there was more to that story. “I haven’t been that many times either. I grew up in San Antonio. Even though it’s not very far away, I never had much reason to go there.”

Sam was listening to her and seemed interested in the trivia of her life, so she went on. “The first time I went there it was on a school field trip to the capitol. I don’t think that’s going to help us much now.” Olivia knew she’d been chosen for this ad campaign because she was from Texas, and now she knew little more about Austin than she did about beer.

Sam chuckled. “No, the government doesn’t have much to do with beer, except regulating it. Maybe we’ll have time to do some sight seeing while we’re there.” Was that an offer for a date? Don’t get your hopes up, Olivia.

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The hotel was jaw dropping. It had five stars for sure, maybe more if there was such a thing. Olivia didn’t know. It wasn’t in her experience. The lobby was covered in marble, and there was a fountain right in the center of it. When Olivia looked up, she saw a coffered ceiling that made her think of elegance and old world charm.

Her room was equally breathtaking. It had hardwood floors and a stunning view of the river. Olivia sat down on the bed to take it all in. This bed felt good just sitting on it. What would it feel like sleeping in it? The opulence of her surroundings sank into her slowly. This was her reality. You belong here now.

Sam had left her at her door with a “Get some sleep. Tomorrow’s an important day.” Then he’d disappeared into the room next door to hers. She liked knowing he was nearby. For a moment, she indulged herself in the thought of him being beside her on this bed. Olivia had visions of what they could do in that bed to each other.

“Sam, that feels so good.” His long fingers were inside her, rubbing over that spot that made her want to scream.

“You think that feels good?” He was watching her, enjoying her reaction to him. The little whimpers of pleasure that escaped her lips made him smile. How could dimples be so fucking sexy? “I can make you feel even better.”

Sam eased his fingers from her body and lay back on the bed. His skin was golden against the white of the sheets, making her want to touch every inch of it. She draped herself over him and kissed his pink lips; they were the softest part of him. Olivia loved the way he felt beneath her. Not as much as she liked how it felt to be pinned under his weight, but his body under hers was strong, solid with muscle, and made her ache for him.

Sam planted his hands firmly on her hips and whispered with his bedroom voice into her ear “Come here.”

He guided her up his body until her core was over his face. Sam parted her folds with his fingers and licked a long stripe up her center. Olivia grabbed the headboard to steady herself. The things this man could do with his tongue might just drive her out of her mind. Sam speared her with his tongue while he circled his fingers over her clit.

Olivia could feel her orgasm building inside her. She craved that release, but there was also another need burning inside her. She loosened her death hold grip on the headboard and repositioned herself over Sam’s face so she was facing the other direction.

Sam adapted quickly to the change, one hand on her waist while the other grasped a handful of her ass. His mouth was right back on her, taking her to the edge of that peak she had been near to falling over before. The sight of his hard cock bobbing in the air was taking her even closer to that fall.

She wanted him to fall with her. Olivia leaned over and took his thick cock into her mouth. She moved her head up and down his length as far as she could go, pulling the most sinful sounds from deep in his throat. He was throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was getting close.

Sam sucked her clit between his lips, his tongue lapping at her. It stilled for only a second when he came hot down her throat. When he started moving his tongue again, it was with an inspired intensity and desire to pull her orgasm from her. He was determined that she would give it to him.

Olivia came back to reality. She had made herself wet for him, and there was only one thing she could do to ease the tension in her body and her untouched clit. She opened her pants, lay back on the bed, eased her hand into her panties, and imagined it was Sam touching her, giving her the release she needed.

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The Texas sun was shining brightly the next morning as Sam and Olivia climbed into a rental car and headed west of Austin toward Dripping Springs, home of Family Business Beer Co. She was doing her best not to stare at his hands on the wheel, or the way the sunlight landed on his forearms, but that was a battle she was losing. She didn’t want him to catch her stealing glances at him, feeling a little self conscious about the role he’d played in her fantasies the night before.

She needed a distraction. The only reason she was in this car right now on her way to meet this gorgeous, millionaire, Hollywood hot shot who owned this brewery was because she’d grown up in Texas. Lord, that was getting her in all kinds of situations. Olivia felt completely out of her depth. She could have been born anywhere, but she had been born in Texas and that had gotten her here.

What was Sam’s story? How had he gotten here? Maybe if she could get him talking about his childhood, it would take her mind off how sexy he looked doing something as ordinary as driving a car.

Olivia nervously brushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “So, Sam, you know I’m from Texas. Where did you grow up?”

Sam cut his eyes over at her for a second, then put them right back on the road. “My life isn’t that interesting.”

His hesitancy to tell her anything instantly piqued her interest, and she turned in her seat as much as the seat belt would allow to look at him more directly. “C’mon, Sam. Everybody thinks their life isn’t that interesting because it’s theirs, and they’re used to it. Tell me something.”

He raised his eyebrows, cocked his head, and kept his eyes on the road. “Okay. I was born in Kansas, but I don’t remember it. My mom died in a fire when I was a baby. We lost our house, and my dad took my brother and me and left. Want to hear more?” His tone was uncharacteristically tense, bordering on almost harsh.

Olivia faltered. She had been under the impression he’d lived some sort of charmed life. “Sam...I’m...so sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.” His voice had softened, the defensive edge gone from it.

The next couple of minutes were painfully quiet until Sam announced, “This is it.”

He turned the car onto the drive, and there it was. The first time Olivia had seen pictures of Family Business Beer Co. it hadn’t been what she was expecting. It was a converted house, a beautiful one with a full porch stretching across the length of both floors in the front. It had a certain grace to it and was the kind of house Olivia had dreamed of having when she was a little girl. She had been extraordinarily good at creating a dream life for herself then, and she still was because her mind had taken one encounter with Sam to an entirely different level.

Sam bypassed the visitor parking area and drove right up to park near the buildings on the property. He seemed to know what he was doing, or it was a show of the confidence that had been bred into him. “Where are we supposed to meet him?” Olivia asked.

“In the taproom, which is over there.” Sam pointed in the direction of what had once been the barn. That looked more like the kind of place you’d drink beer, or so Olivia thought. There was a row of picnic tables outside, all of them empty now. It was the day before New Year’s Eve, and the brewery was closed for the holidays.

Sam led the way, and Olivia was happy to let him because this client they were scheduled to meet intimidated her more than a little. He was famous, gorgeous, and rich. Sam was rich too, but this man had even more money than Sam. Olivia had grown up poor enough that everyone around her was in awe of money. It was like a magic key that could open worlds and a life barred to ordinary people.

When Sam opened the door and held it for her, she stepped across the threshold into one of those worlds. It was a world where you could buy a brewery with your Hollywood money because it suited your fancy, because it was one of your dreams; and you had the power and the resources to make your dreams come true.

She recognized Jensen across the room, standing behind the bar, a glass and a dish towel in his hands. He looked up when he heard the door; a huge smile spread across his face, and he waved them in with a “Hey, welcome to the Family Business.”

He walked from behind the bar to meet them part way across the room and extended his hand to shake Sam’s. “Nice to meet you. Call me Jensen.” Olivia was next. When Jensen took her hand, she noticed the way his large hand engulfed hers. Of all the men she’d known, only Sam’s hands were bigger.

Jensen was a charming man. It was evident in his easy smile, his cordial words, and the assurance that radiated off him as he moved about the space. In spite of his good looks, wealth, and success; there was no indication of anything arrogant about him. There was, however, the distinct presence of a certain kind of quiet power around him.

Jensen turned that charm toward Olivia, speaking directly to her while ignoring Sam for the moment. “John assured me you’re the perfect person for this job. Said you’d bring an informed and fresh perspective to the project.”

“Really? Mr. Winchester mentioned me?” She had meant to be poised and confident during this introduction and hoped her voice sounded more conversational than insecure.

“He did. Said you were talented and the perfect person to meet my needs.” Jensen’s eyes were a deep green, the color of a lush forest at the height of summer, and they had a gleam in them when he spoke those words. It was a spark that Olivia couldn’t help but notice, and the underlying meaning behind them didn’t go unnoticed by her either.

“It’s a nice set up you’ve got here,” Sam commented, injecting himself back into the conversation. Jensen smiled, creating crinkles at the corners of his eyes that only enhanced his already handsome face. Slowly, he turned his attention from Olivia to Sam. “Call it a passion project. I’ve always had an appreciation for craft beer, and now I’m lucky enough to have the chance to make some.”

Jensen walked back behind the bar, filled two glasses from the tap, and set them down on the bar. “You two had a chance to try Golden Age? It’s a pilsner, and it’s one of my favorites.” Olivia had no idea what that meant. She was just beginning to get used to the taste of beer.

“No, haven’t had that one. It wasn’t in the samples we got,” Sam answered. He settled his long frame onto one of the bar stools.

Jensen motioned to the glasses on the bar. “Try it. It’s what I think of when I think about this business, what I had in mind when I opened it up.” Jensen filled a glass for himself and took a sip. “I wanted a place that felt like home, where people could come enjoy a beer and the beauty of the Texas countryside. That’s what I want you to capture in this ad campaign. Simple pleasure.”

Sam took a generous sip, pondered the taste for a few seconds, and announced. “It’s light, crisp, and clean.”

Jensen nodded. “Exactly. It tastes to me the way possibility would taste if you could put it in a glass.”

Jensen noted Olivia’s still nearly full glass. “I take it beer’s not your thing.” He leaned on the counter in front of her and smiled, causing those sexy crinkles to appear around his eyes again. “I bet I could teach you to like it.”

Until now, Olivia felt like it was always her looking at Sam. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his gaze fixed on her, waiting to see how she would respond to Jensen’s flirting. Olivia didn’t return his look, choosing instead to keep her eyes focused on Jensen.

He was mesmerizing. Was she starstruck? What was this? Olivia had never met anyone famous before, and she hadn’t expected herself to react this way. She had never been the kind of girl to care about what celebrities did with their lives. She didn’t anxiously wait for their next post on social media.

Jensen was the exception. He made her heart beat faster. She felt like she was near something she didn’t quite understand, but very much wanted to. He had the kind of magnetism that made thousands, maybe millions, of people hang onto his every move; and she could feel it when she was this close to him.

Here she was. Staring into the eyes of the epitome of Hollywood handsome and successful. Looking at his eyes was even better than staring at his hands and imagining how they would feel on her body. What the hell, Olivia? Stop it. What was she trying to do? Make Sam mentally jealous?

Olivia took another sip of her beer because she knew Jensen was waiting, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. Where were all those words Sam had taught her? All she could remember that might be vaguely the right thing to say was, “It tastes bright.”

Jensen chuckled, and she wasn’t sure how to take that. Was her comment amusing to him. Had she gotten it that wrong? Was her lack of knowledge about beer so blatant, or was he pleased by what she’d said?

Jensen put her uncertainty to rest by saying “Bright. I like that.” He stood back up to his full height, no longer leaning on the counter. “Why don’t I show you both the rest of the place?”

He gave Sam and Olivia the complete tour. By the time it was over, she had a much better understanding of exactly what it took to make a good beer happen. There was work, dedication and a certain love that went into it. It made more sense to her why they called it “craft” beer.

The morning had been pleasant, and Olivia didn’t want to see it end. The property was beautiful, and she couldn’t ask for better company than the two men she was with. They weren’t just attractive beyond reason; they were intelligent too. Each had a depth to him that went beyond only what you could see, making them both exactly her type.

Jensen was a gracious host; the kind to walk Sam and Olivia back to their car. When they rounded the corner of the brewery, she saw it. Sitting parked on the side of the building was one of the most impressive classic cars she’d ever seen.

It was a black ‘67 Chevy Impala, and it was in perfect condition. The car drew her to it, and she ran her head reverently over the hood. “This is an amazing car.”

Jensen’s warm laugh sounded in her ears. “You clearly like cars better than beer.” He didn’t seem at all offended that she didn’t share his enthusiasm for beer, especially considering she was supposed to be the person convincing others to buy the one he was making.

Olivia let her hand drop from the car. “I do like cars, especially the classic muscle cars.” She left it there, feeling it would be too revealing to say that hanging around her father when he was working on old cars was one of the few happy memories she had of him.

Jensen ran his hand along the roof line. “This is Baby. She was a gift from the network after the last show I was on wrapped.” He opened the door. “Get in; give her a try.” Olivia eagerly climbed in behind the wheel, and Jensen closed the door behind her.

He fished in his pocket for the keys and handed them to Olivia. “Start her up. You gotta hear how she runs.”

The car absolutely purred, and a huge smile crossed Olivia’s face at the sound. Her reaction seemed to please Jensen greatly. He gave her a wink. “You should drive her sometime, really get a feel for her.”

Olivia was practically sparking with excitement. “Did you hear that, Sam?”

She didn’t notice the flat tone in Sam’s voice when he answered. “Yeah, I did. It’s a great car.”

Jensen turned to look at Sam. His eyes traveled down the other man’s body and back up. Then he raised one corner of his mouth, and his eyes got that gleam in them again. “You can drive her too sometime, if you want.”

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Sam was quiet for most of the drive back to Austin until just outside the city limits. He finally asked, “What did you think of the brewery?” There hadn’t been any talk about business or much of anything. Olivia had been waiting for him to bring it up. She’d figured they’d talk business all the way back to town, brainstorm, plot a strategy, that sort of thing.

“The property is beautiful,” Olivia answered.

They’d reached a red light, and Sam turned to look at her. “Does your opinion have more to do with the beer... or with the man that owns the it?”

Olivia wasn’t sure how to answer. Her initial reaction was: yes, it probably does have something to do with the man, but she didn’t know how to put that in the right words to express what she thought. The light changed, Sam looked away, and she left her response unspoken.

He made a left turn and headed into downtown. What Sam said next had nothing to do with the brewery or the account. “The hotel is having a New Year’s Eve Party tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?”

Olivia had been waiting for this moment since that night she’d been with Sam, known him intimately and got a glimpse of another side of him. He’d shown her an endearing, thoughtful man with a touch of sweetness. They were appealing and surprising traits to find in a man of his position.

Sam’s presence in her fantasies had been frequent the past couple of weeks, but she hadn’t imagined a gesture from him quite this extravagant. Hotels like the one where they were staying had formal affairs in ballrooms on New Year’s Eve. It was like something from a fantasy she hadn’t had yet, and now it was right in front of her. There was only one problem.

“Sam, I would love to, but I don’t have anything to wear to something like that.” Olivia felt an acute stab of disappointment in her chest. She hoped the disappointment wasn’t too apparent in her voice.

Sam’s mood was noticeably light again, and he grinned. “That’s why we have an expense account.”

What followed was like a scene straight out of Pretty Woman. Sam took her shopping at one of the most exclusive women’s clothing boutiques in Austin. It was the kind that had crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the clothes were displayed more often on a mannequin than a rack. There was also a seating area with better quality furniture than Olivia had seen in most living rooms in her life.

That was where Sam sat, sipping a glass of wine, waiting for her to model the dresses she was trying on. He seemed to be very interested in her wardrobe for the evening. He also seemed very comfortable in a women’s clothing store. Olivia didn’t let herself think about that too long.

The first dress Olivia tried on was a wraparound with balloon sleeves, made of a black sequined material. It hit her mid thigh and was sophisticated, just like everything else in the store. Sam assessed Olivia’s look, scanning her from head to toe. His eyes narrowed slightly. “I’d like to see something with a more defined shape, more form fitting. I do like the black...and the sequins.”

The sales associate had been standing by, intent on his every word. Sam hadn’t even addressed her directly. She just disappeared to find what he’d specified. When she returned, there were two dresses draped over her arm.

She followed Olivia into the dressing room to help her get into the next one. It was a strapless black sheath that barely covered what it needed to with an overlay of black lace that was dotted with sequins and had three quarter length sleeves and a couple of inches of additional hem to provide some sheer coverage.

The associate zipped up the back of the dress while Olivia held her hair to the side. Olivia recognized a kindred spirit in the girl. Here was a “typical” young woman surrounded by this extraordinary world, much as Olivia was, a world where money and privilege were commonplace. The status and luxury were so expected by the people who enjoyed both so easily that they hardly noticed they had them.

Olivia put her hair back into place and took a look at her reflection in the mirror. The young woman who had helped her into the dress was also smiling into the mirror. “I think your boyfriend is really going to like this one.”

Olivia let the girl’s words sink in; she liked the way that sounded. It made her heart a little heavy when she had to respond, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Really? I’ve seen a lot of men come in here with women to buy clothes for them, and the women have meant all sorts of things to these guys, from mistresses who are nothing more than dress up dolls to sisters with a sweet brother who wants her to feel special. Your guy definitely has the boyfriend look, and he’s super hot too.”

Olivia was curious now and, if she admitted it, hopeful. What was this girl seeing? “What do you mean, the boyfriend look?”

She fanned Olivia’s hair over her shoulders, accenting the dress with it. “He has that look in his eye. He’s interested in you, proud of you even, loves that you’re with him. It isn’t just about what you can do for him; he’s got that smitten look.”

“Smitten?” Olivia spread her hands over her hips; her curves were accentuated in the snug, but not too tight black dress with the sequins Sam had requested. She turned the idea of Sam being “smitten” over in her mind as she exited the dressing room, so he could see what she was wearing. Sam had been paying an awful lot of attention to Jensen’s interactions with her back at the brewery.

When she parted the curtains and emerged from the dressing room, Sam put his wine glass down on the nearby table, and his lips parted slightly. “That’s the one,” he said quietly. The v-neck was just deep enough to show the swell of her breasts without revealing too much, and she was showing some leg without the need to tug at her skirt to make sure other vital parts of her anatomy were covered.

She saw the way he was looking at her, like she was something that had just walked out of his dreams instead of the other way around. Olivia turned to take another look at herself in the mirror. For a moment, she felt like Cinderella; her ball was a fancy New Year’s Eve party, and her prince was the heir to the Winchester fortune. She just hoped her midnight would be very different than the one in the fairytale. When she turned back around, Sam was still watching her; his eyes followed her all the way back to the dressing room.

Olivia changed back into her own clothes; Sam paid for the dress, the sexy strappy high heels Olivia had chosen to go with it, and an evening bag to complete the look, then they headed back out onto the street and into the bright Austin sunshine of midafternoon. Sam opened the car door for her and stowed her bag in the trunk on his way back around to the driver’s side.

The atmosphere on the drive back to the hotel was light and comfortable, all the quiet awkwardness from the morning’s drive back to the city was gone. It was late afternoon; the soft muted hues of dusk had started to fill the sky by the time they were approaching the hotel. They pulled up in front of the grand double doors in front. Sam put the car in park, waved off the valet, and turned to Olivia.

“I’m meeting a potential client for drinks and dinner after. Dad wants to expand our presence in Texas, so he’s making the most of my time here. He scheduled meetings for me all day tomorrow too.” Sam sounded almost apologetic, and Olivia was touched by the way he felt the need to explain his schedule to her and account for his whereabouts. Had the girl back at the boutique really seen something? “But I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night.”

Olivia cast her eyes down, feeling suddenly shy. “Me too, and thank you for the dress, Sam.”

“Thank Dad.” She could hear the smile in his voice and looked up to see the dimples she knew would be framing his mouth. There was a soft playfulness in his eyes and something else. Olivia could see it now too. There was something there, but she didn’t know what it was.

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The next morning, while Olivia was putting on her makeup, the front desk called to let her know someone had left something there for her. She couldn’t get downstairs fast enough, and her curiosity was about to consume her by the time she approached the front desk. She gave the clerk her name, and he handed her an envelope.

Olivia opened the envelope, her fingers nearly trembling with excitement. There was a company credit card inside with a note from Sam. I booked an appointment for you at the hotel spa for a massage. Get anything else you want done while you’re there. Enjoy yourself.

Olivia was nearly giddy with excitement. She’d never gotten a professional massage before, but it was another item on her fantasy wish list. There would probably be music and aromatherapy. She hoped so.

Then a stillness washed over her, drowning the spa daydream but bringing life to something far more important. This was another gift from Sam, and it was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for her. He had thought about how she would spend her day, how he wanted her to spend it.

She looked at the note again, anything else you want. He wanted her to relax and be pampered while he worked all day. It was the first time in her life Olivia experienced how it felt to be truly taken care of, and it wasn’t about the money. It was easy to throw money at something or someone, especially when you had so much of it, but Sam’s consideration for her feelings was something rare.

She made her way to one of the chairs in the lounge area of the lobby and sat down. Olivia held the envelope tightly in her hand, and tried to breathe deeply. The shopping trip yesterday somehow hadn’t been enough to make it click in her brain, but now the truth hit her like a palpable force. She mattered to him.

That night Olivia was a flutter with excitement and nervous energy. She freshened her lipstick, checked her hair for the third time, and checked the time for at least the fifth. Sam said he would pick her up at eight. She’d been ready since 7:15 and the minutes had ticked by excruciatingly slowly since then.

She opened the curtains and looked out at the view of Austin. There weren’t as many city lights as the view from Sam’s office, but there was a definite charm to the place. Revelers had already started to set off fireworks over the river, and the reflection of the colors in the water was magical.

She was beginning to think anywhere she was with Sam could be magical, and that was a dangerous path to start traveling down. Her romantic heart was hoping for a kiss tonight. Wasn’t midnight the perfect opportunity to feel his lips on hers again? Olivia could almost feel his mouth on hers. She was so lost in her thoughts that the knock at the door made her jump.

When she opened the door, the sight in front of her was breathtaking. She’d never seen Sam in a tux before, and it was well worth the wait. It was classic, black with a white shirt. He’d opted to forego the tie, and that just made it even sexier.

Sam offered her his arm. “Ready to ring in the new year?”

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Dining tables covered with black linen tablecloths had been set up around the edges of the dance floor in the ballroom. The entire space was a festive wonderland that created exactly the right mood to reflect the promise that a new year held. Trees with only the bare branches of winter covered with white fairy lights were positioned around the room, and a jazz band was at the far end of the room providing live music.

Sam placed his hand at the back of Olivia’s waist, guided her to a table, and pulled out her chair for her. He took his place across from her and spread the black linen napkin that matched the tablecloth over his lap. Olivia followed suit just seconds before a waiter appeared to place the first course on the table in front of them.

“I took the liberty of ordering ahead for us,” Sam explained. “I hope you like crab stuffed mushrooms.”

“I don’t know,” Olivia answered. “I’ve never had them.”

“Then allow me.” Sam picked up one of the mushrooms from the plate between them and held it to her lips. She took a small nibble and started to chew.

Sam was watching her eat like it was fascinating to him. “Well, what do you think?”

“It’s good.” He took a bite from the mushroom he was still holding, then put it down on the dish in front of him. He swallowed and smiled, pleased he’d introduced her to something she liked.

The rest of the meal went much the same way. Olivia discovered many new tastes she enjoyed, and Sam took pleasure in watching her. They talked about the new accounts he had secured for the firm during his meetings as though it was natural that they discuss his day together.

Between the main course and dessert, Sam held his hand out to her and asked, “Will you dance with me?”

Olivia nodded and put her hand in his. “Of course.”

On the way to the dance floor, Sam and Olivia passed within several feet of the bar. There was Jensen, sitting at the end with two older men wearing bolero ties. He was holding a whiskey glass which he held up in salute to Sam and Olivia and winked in their direction before turning back to his companions.

Sam rubbed his thumb over the back of Olivia’s hand. “He likes you.”

The reached the dance floor. Olivia turned to Sam, and put her hand on his shoulder as he settled his at her waist. “It isn’t necessarily just me he’s flirting with, you know.” Sam’s brow furrowed for a second, but he didn’t say anything, choosing instead to focus on the dance.

It wasn’t the kind of dancing Olivia was used to, but was it ever romantic. Had he been to some kind of finishing school or something? Sam could actually waltz. Thank God what the women in the movies said was true. He was a good partner; he knew how to lead, so all she had to do was follow.

He had held her when they had sex in his office, but this was a whole different way of being in his arms, and she loved it. He made her feel graceful, it felt like she was floating across the floor, like she was more a princess in a fairytale with every passing moment. Then Sam managed to make it even more romantic.

“Tell me your dreams for the new year, Olivia. What do you want to do?” He spun her beneath his arm and pulled her close to him once again, his hand at her waist.

She couldn’t tell him what she really wanted to do, so she toned it down. “I’d like to get to know you better.”

His eyes softened, and his smile was just as soft. “I think that can be arranged.”

The song ended, and for a few seconds they didn’t move. Sam and Olivia stayed on the dance floor looking into each other’s eyes as the couples around them began to disperse and go back to their tables. “I want to know you better too,” Sam told her before finally breaking the spell they seemed to be under and guiding her back to their table.

“You ready for dessert?” Sam asked her.

She twisted the end of her hair around her finger and smiled at him. “Did you order that too?”

He reached across the table and took her hand. “I did. How do you feel about chocolate caramel peanut bombs?”

Olivia had no idea how she felt about chocolate caramel peanut bombs. That was something else she’d never had. It didn’t take her long to find out. What the waiter put in the center of the table was a chocolate sphere that he poured hot caramel over, causing the top to collapse and revealing the peanut crunch inside.

It was true that the sounds and expressions people made while eating a good dessert were similar to noises and looks they made during sex. Olivia knew Sam well enough to verify this. He had closed his eyes to savor the taste, and when he opened them to see her staring at him; he didn’t look away. Instead he fixed his eyes on her and said, “You are so beautiful.”

Olivia felt herself blush and lowered her eyes. “It’s the dress.”

When she looked back up his eyes were still fixed on her, and Sam was shaking his head. “It’s not the dress. It’s what you do for the dress.”

Ladies and gentlemen, the time is almost upon us. Please join us on the dance floor for the last song of the year.

Sam offered her his hand again. “Start the year with me?”

This time he held her close on the dance floor and swayed with her against him, formal waltzes were forgotten. There were no words between them, only what they said to one another with their eyes. The music stopped, and the countdown started.

The chorus of voices called out “one”! Sam waited a beat, then leaned down and kissed her. It was better than she remembered. When his lips left hers, she slowly opened her eyes. “Happy New Year, Olivia.”

��Happy New Year, Sam.” He kissed her again, more intensely this time, just on the edge of opening his mouth and seeking entrance into hers. This second kiss had nothing to do with the clock striking midnight.

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rahleeyah · 4 years ago

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Fin has been Olivia's support system for so long. I appreciated her returning the favor, telling him that he's not to blame for Kat's shooting. And did you see how soft she went when he asked about her ankle? It was a glimpse of the old Liv and I love it!

THE MOST BEST THING!!!! i love their friendship, so much. i love fin being like "ok, i'm taking your stubborn ass to the doctor and there's nothing you can do about it bc you're in the passenger's seat and you're broken," just him seeing the need there and insisting she take care of herself, that she let him take care of her. and then she turns around and is right there when he needs her. this is what they do. this is who they are for each other.

and we are getting some glimpses of the old, feisty olivia - her sweetheart in the trailer for next week made me scream i love that - and i am so here for it.

#anonymous #e.o asks

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twinkleallnight · 5 years ago

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The Christmas gift of writing.

Merry Christmas!

This one is for you dear @texaskitten30 . Thank you for hosting this @cordonianroyalty. Many more thanks to @indiacater for helping me out of my worries and pre reading it for me.

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Drake x Olivia

Word count: 1376

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Mention of pregnancy and childbirth.

Prompt: Features wackydrabbles prompt 71 in bold.

The Nevrakis-Walker Christmas

24 December 2019

“I don’t want to go.” Olivia threw a tantrum umpteenth time.

Drake again patiently tried convincing her. “Come on it’s been a month since we planned the Christmas eve at Beaumont’s manor.”

“Don’t push me Drake. I know you want to don the best uncle’s hat for Bartie and Eleanor. Go ahead. I. Don’t. Want. To. Go.”

“ Livia, please.” Drake closed the distance between them. Standing behind her, he curled his hands around her shoulders, kissing the loose red tendrils of hair away from her neck. “I promise it will be fun.”

“You said it last time too when that bone-head Beaumont set up the April fool prank and look where I stand now.”

Drake delicately moved his hands from her sides to cover her swollen belly. “Well, I don’t regret what we have here, thanks to that prank.”

01 April 2019

They were newly weds when Max called them over to help him prepare for his first book reading session while Bertrand was off to the palace for some official meeting. He locked them in the library and planned to have some fun on April fool’s day. As luck would have it, Bartie fell down and got hurt. Max had to rush to the hospital with Savannah and the couple was left bolted, forgotten by Max. Alone in the library without any rescue plan, soon their carnal desires took over. What were they thinking? No protection and a month later Olivia tested postive.

24 December 2019

Olivia leaned back, Drake taking her weight and trying to relieve her stress. Olivia was an organised person and this unplanned life changing event in their life was giving her nightmares. She was still not prepared, even after all the parenting classes Drake planned and attended with her. To add to it, she witnessed Eleanor’s birth and she was shit scared if she will be able to go through it.

“Livia, you were the smartest little girl I knew growing up. The sharpest teenager I admired and you bloomed into the strongest woman I know. You give me strength and courage to look into the eyes of this world. Our baby will be blessed to have you. You will be a great mother. And I promise I will be there with you at each step, always at your side to share all the moments. Please, stop questioning yourself.” He tilted his head to kiss her on her temple.

Olivia turned around and shrunk into him as he hugged her, trying to wash away her insecurities.

‘How? How will I take care of the tiny being? I grew up with servants, Liam and Drake were my only family. I have never known what being a mother is ? What if I hurt the little life? I want to give you the world Drake but I don’t know how?’ Olivia thought to herself but she still didn’t have the courage to voice it out in front of Drake. A teardrop rolled down her cheek whilst her face was hidden in his broad chest.

She pulled herself together for Drake once again and dressed up in the Red floral dress Drake had bought for her. “ For god’s sake, floral pattern Drake?” she had scowled.

“Don’t be stubborn, try it! Red colour is for you dear, the flowers are for our little bean.” he had lovingly planted a kiss on her growing tummy.

Drake was all smiles to see his wife in the dress. “Lose the grin Walker!” she threw the car keys at him, which he caught at the right moment without letting them smash his face.

As they drove to the Beaumont manor, Olivia warned Drake against Max. “ I promise you I will stab him if I find that bone head within 6 feet of my vicinity.”

“And I promise you that he won’t stand in the room that you occupy. He has still not revived of the shock you gave him last time when you tried to kill him by targeting that flower vase at him.”

Once at the manor, everyone got busy in the preparations for the festivities. Olivia kept close tab on Riley and keenly observed how Riley managed little Eleanor. Riley had sensed Olivia’s anxiety long back and would always keep the company whenever they met.

Max was always at safe distance. Even for dinner, he sat at the far end of the table away from Olivia.

After the meal, Riley and Savannah took their kids to bed. Bertrand and Max went to load the gifts with Bastein to be taken to the charity next day. Liam and Drake sat in the library and discussed the security for Christmas party at the palace. Olivia relaxed in the parlour. She got up to get a glass of water for herself when it all happened suddenly. Olivia felt a sudden rush of fluid down her legs. At the same time, Max came hurrying to pick the leftover gifts and bumped into Olivia. She twirled a bit as Max held her in his arms firmly but she lost her mind. “Drake!!!” she screamed.

Drake barged in, absorbed the scene in front of him and didn’t waste a second. He lifted Olivia and scurried to his car calling out, “ Liam call up the hospital and tell them I am on my way with the mamma bear.”

Luckily, Bastein was out near the car to help. He volunteered to drive them to the hospital.

In all the overwrought, no one realised that the younger Beaumont was left frozen in his place. He was scared to death, never realising that it wasn’t his fault.

“I told you I didn’t want to come!”

“Calm down dear. It has nothing to do with Max. All is under control. We were expecting this. It's time. Have faith Livia! Just breathe!” Drake maintained his poise while reassuring his wife.

Dr Montgomery was waiting at the hospital after receiving the phone call from the king himself. Olivia was admitted. Next few hours passed in a whirlwind, Olivia trying to concede in her fate, unsure about what was to happen. Drake never left her side for a minute. He was holding her hand and talking sweet nothings to their baby while soothing Olivia at the same time. He kept dabbing her face, rubbing her back running around for the ice chips. He had the hospital bag ready in the car for emergency. She had never even bothered about it. She knew he would be a doting father. Olivia was counting her blessings!

Her contractions started nearing and it was finally at the dawn of 25th December that the Duchess of Lythikos along with her loving husband welcomed their baby girl.

The royal couple who was waiting in a special room at the hospital was informed and called in, to greet baby Nevrakis-Walker. Max came with them.

Olivia was holding the tiny little red head in her arms, her eyes welled up with tears. Riley went to her side and hugged her. Liam congratulated the proud father while Max stood at a distance.

Olivia caught his attention and smiled, “Come here you!” Max apprehensively came close to her. She stretched out her free arm to hug him. “I have targeted you a lot this year. Blame those hormones.” Max was relieved that Olivia and baby were fine. “You planned it well for us Beaumont! Look we have a Christmas baby!” Olivia said gleefully. Drake was glad that his nervous Olivia was finally relaxed and happy. Max was overwhelmed, and left speechless. He just hugged her back.

“So what do we call this little bundle of joy?” Riley asked, all excited.

Olivia looked at Drake quizzically. Drake circled his arm around Olivia and gently moved his fingers over their little red head. “Lilith, fierce and strong, just like her mother.”

“Lilith,” Olivia repeated softly. “You will be the strong and protective eldest daughter of our family.”

“Livia!” Drake was surprised at her announcement. His wife who was unwilling to accept any change in her life till a day prior just announced that she was ready to dive in and let the family grow! He couldn’t stop himself and kissed his wife. Olivia was beaming at him.

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userarchive · 5 years ago

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Unexpected Circumstances Ch 4

Warnings: Language, talk of SVU related things

Olivia had given you a couple files from one of the squad’s newest cases asking for specific warrants from the D.A.’s office, it wasn’t your case, but Fin and Kat were both still out dealing with other suspects. Amanda gave you a nod, clarifying that she knew you could handle it yourself before you headed out, maybe you could use the time to get a few words in with Carisi. On the way over you briefly stopped to grab a cup of coffee and a pastry before you headed into the building. You quickly found the new A.D.A’s office, among the other new kids on the block. You smiled softly approaching his desk, dropping the coffee onto it.

“Peace offering?” You muttered, leaning against the side of his desk, those baby blues looked up at you, a smile on his cheeks, he was happy to find you without your partner for once.

“Nice throwback.” Sonny replied, taking the coffee from you, lightly moaning as the beverage hit his throat, thankful for the caffeine boost, he had a few hours to go, and was more than happy to finally see you at his office. His comment went back to the first time you met, those daily coffee meets that got you both out of your shells as you got to knew each other outside each other’s precincts. You watched his face change, glad to finally see him truly smile at you, you found your hand reaching out to his free one, stroking it oh so briefly before you leaned back,

“I do have to admit, I’m here under preconceived notions,” You pulled the files from your bag, “We need warrants…cell phones, computers, full apartment.” The file landed on Sonny’s desk, you paused slightly, looking those steely blues directly, “Sorry Sonny.” He looked back up at you, seeing the apologies written in your eyes, he smiled softly, discreetly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb, the electrified energy surging from the touch into both of you. This moment (mainly) alone no matter how small was still helping things build back up, the feelings were still there, you just had to start unscrambling all the wires. “They’re for Fin and Kat,” You added, “Who are still out with another suspect, so you don’t have to worry about rushing them too much.” Reluctantly, Carisi pulled his hand away from yours, leafing through the file,

“Looks like it’ll be an easy sign anyways,” He paused for a moment noticing you push off the desk to stand upright, letting out a breath, he amped up his courage, standing and grasping your elbow lightly pulling you back to face him, “Hey…if I remember correctly, coffee was step 1, drinks were step 2, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck while you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

“Can I buy ya a drink tonight?” Sonny felt his face flush, looking away missing you beaming at him, “There’s a place halfway between here and the precinct?” He was still unsure he was making the right call, worried you’d turn him down, or would have to work late.

“That sounds great Dominick.” His eyes shot to yours, softening as he took in your smile, “Text me before you drop off the warrants so I can think up some kind of excuse for Rollins?” He nodded, you gave his arm a squeeze before leaving the office.

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You phone buzzed about 10 minutes after Carisi left the precinct, quickly checking it, you glanced up at Amanda,

“Hey, you okay if I duck out early, I’ve-“ You barely finished you sentence before Rollins waved you off,

“Yeah, do what you need to, we’ve got each other’s back’s okay?” You smiled at her, throwing your things into your bag before you made you way out of the squad room. True to Sonny’s word the bar was practically halfway between the precinct and the DA’s office, you spotted him in a booth halfway through the bar, a glass of wine he sipped on and one left untouched for you. You pulled your coat off before sliding into the booth smiling at the man across from you, your heart felt like it was beating a million beats a minute, as if it was your first date all over again.

“Hope you still drink red.” He smiled across at you, he’d been feeling apprehensive about tonight, but knew that once you agreed to it that there was a high chance you were on the same page.

“Always,” You brought the glass to your lips, humming in satisfaction as you swallowed the liquid down, eyes closing in appreciation briefly, “Cab?” You smiled across at Sonny,

“Of course.” He smiled at you as you placed your glass down on the table, your hand leaving itself solo, reached across the table, fingers playing with each other, teasing him to make the first touch you were dying for. “How’re ya adjusting?” Carisi decided to start small, knowing you’d been under for so long, even a short UC case involved a lot of normalizing.

“Surprisingly well.” You took another sip of wine, “It was a long time under, but I had some breaks….every time the ring got busted there was 6 months of pretending to be normal before the three of us got back together. Sometimes Alejandro would take me with him to some hidden corner of the globe, sometimes I was on my own, it just depended on the bust.” You noticed Sonny’s brows furrowed slightly, you quirked a brow at that, which he noticed, giving out a huff of breath.

“You said you never did anything you…didn’t want….while under.” He paused slightly, “Did Alejandro ever…do anything to ya? Whether you wanted it or not?” You gained eye contact with him, you could see the slight shimmer of tears in his eyes, the same reflecting in yours, boring back against his baby blues.

“Dominick…”You started, your hand flipped over palm up, his hand instinctively reached for it, stroking your palm softly. “I swear to you, there was nothing sexual or romantic between Alejandro and I,” His hand tightened around yours, “I’ll be honest…we kissed, we shared a bed, but absolutely nothing past either of those points ever happened. I made a promise Sonny, in front of God to be completely faithful to you, and I wasn’t ready to break that…”You trailed off, Sonny dropped his head, avoiding your gaze.

“Soph…”His voice shook the slightest bit, you dropped his hand, moving to his chin, moving his chin upwards so he would face you,

“Sonny…you thought I was dead…for 7 years…you can’t be at fault for anything that happened during that time frame.” You stroked his cheek gently, “Baby please don’t blame yourself for anything that happened.” His chest clenched at the use of the pet name, leaning into the palm of yours against his cheek.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I shoulda realized when they wouldn’t show me your body, hell they didn’t even give you a proper police funeral…” He ducked his head, you grabbed his free hand, squeezing it tightly,

“Sonny…don’t be sorry okay, this whole thing is insanely complicated, neither of us had any idea it was going to end up like this. Things got crazy before we could even realize they were happening. I’m the one who should be sorry.” You squeezed his arm gently, “What’d’ya say to moving forward?” You braced yourself as his steely blues met your eyes, he smiled brightly at you,

“I think that sounds great.” He raised your hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently, “You look great by the way.” You flushed at that, laughing softly,

“Thanks Sonny…” You trailed off before ordering another round of drinks…

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It had been a few more hours of Sonny and you re-getting to know each other, apologies seemed to make their way into the conversation at a 8 minute ratio, and it was simply like riding a bike. You had so much history, and despite the years apart, you fitted together like a glove, laughing and flirting like you’d never spent a day apart. Sonny insisted on paying for the tab, despite your struggles to try and get your card to the waitress before him.

“Will you at least let me walk ya home doll?” He flashed that adorable dopey grin at you as you left the bar, you couldn’t resist, he was just so fricking cute. Accepting his offer the two of you made you way through the streets of Manhattan your hands brushing against each other until Sonny finally grabbed yours in his, linking your fingers together. You smiled softly up at him as he pulled you closer to him, daring to brush his lips against your hair.

It was only a few blocks before you reached your apartment, you hesitantly slowed to a stop, turning towards Sonny, your entwined hands pulling his body against yours. His hand dropped yours as they found their way to your waist, pulling you tightly against him, your nails traced across the back of his neck, gripping the roots of his hair at the back of his neck.

“All I ever wanted was you Sophie..” Carisi breathed against your lips,

“I know baby…” Your lips were so close to meeting his, “I never stopped missing you..It was always you Dom..” You hit your tippy toes, moving your lips to meet his beautiful ones, a kiss you never thought you’d experience again, a million emotions moving through your body. You could taste the remnants of wine on his tongue, but more importantly you could taste him. Sonny pulled you in tight, wrapping an arm even tighter around your waist, the other burying itself through your cheek into your hair, making sure you were impossibly close to him. It had simply been too long, you’d missed each other for too long, but never stopped loving each other, for a couple that was meant to be you had so much to still work through.

He’d ploughed through so many emotions over the past 7 years, having you back in his life felt like an mirage, but having you back in his arms, lips moving against his with ease felt like a dream he was guaranteed to wake up from in a flash, finding himself alone in his cold bed, covered in a gleam of sweat and tears in his eyes. Sonny felt years of grief and anger bubble through his body, but you let out a breathy whimper against his lips, scratching the hairs at the back of his neck and it was all flattened by the love he carried for you.

Finally you regrettably pulled away, your breath hot against Sonny’s mouth. He stroked your cheek softly, only breaking your embrace to kiss your forehead gently.

“I…I should go…” You hesitantly spoke, Carisi kissed your cheek softly, his arms stroking down your arms,

“Okay….”He dropped contact with your body, “Will you call me…please?” His eyes bore into yours. You smiled brightly,

“Of course….” You reached up to kiss his lips softly, “Sonny….you’ll always be my number one.” His eyes bored into yours at that, smiling brightly at you, kissing your nose gently, causing you to giggle before you made your way into your building, giving his hand a final squeeze. He watched you retreat, his brain and heart clouded with emotion, there was no doubt he loved you, he knew you both had a lot to work through, and it seemed like now was the time.

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storiesofsvu · 4 years ago

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Law & order thoughts for tonight..

I dont have to wait til 2am! #bless

Although i’ve already seen *that* spoiler 😒😒

HERE WE GO

Oh this guy LOOKS like a creep good lord.

Omg carisi’s officiating???!!!

Good lord the turmoil this poor woman is going through. She just wants her kid to be happy...

Fin looking all snazy in that blazer

OLIVIA BENSON THAT IS A LOOOOOKKKK HOLY SHIT STEP ON ME M’AM (daddy vibes..)

This woman (the vic) is TINY jesus

Amanda?? In yellow?? AGAIN??

Is it just me or has l&o done a hell of a lot better job at including poc in their eps this year?

Whoop. A nicole mention....okay. Not surprised her opinion on marriage was that... (but naturally they have to break them up before they can tackle rollisi🙄)

This chief can suck a dick....

Yaaasss a casual UC rollins! We love her!

THE BARBA CASE REFERENCE OMG YUUUUPP

Kat makes me want to get back into wearing hoop earrings

Okay but seriously these apartment are GORGEOUS. Like, i’ve looked at nyc realty how much is the rent??

Ong amanda that contour!!😍

Who is this lawyer? She hot....

This ep DEFS could have been a two parter... there’s major Delia vibes

I am LOVING Carisi’s purple tie

Omg Garland.... pls don’t do anything bad to him... we love him... GODDAMMIT

This chief is fucking a disgrace

Oh to be huggEd by olivia benson....

Omg I am ON board with this whole “were not getting married but we’re still in love, take advantage of the party!!”

Jfc my stream just froze.

I REPEAT. DO NOT HURT GARLAND I WILL CUT SOMEONE

OKAY. Now that ive seen the lead up to the rollisi kiss i am ON BOARD. Also the knowing glance between olivia & elliot at the “she was his first partner”?!?!

File both under things I dont really ship but the show is doing a good job for once

OC:

Holy fuck the entire stabler family rocking up to the courthouse! POWER

Kathleen??? Kathy’s full name was kathleeb????

Im STILL mad Rita isnt wheatley’s attorney

OH his actual attorney was the chief on CPD, right??

Elliot stabler?? Therapy??? Thank FUCKING GOD

Omg richie... dont try to play. They will destroy you

It bothers me that there is a detective morales on OC when morales is the taru guy on svu (or was...)

Richie is.... hot??

ANGELA NOOOOOOOO

Omg dont blame this dude for her potential death....He fucked up... all of them have fucked up at one point in their career

“You need more security” said three times?! He obvi gonna break out....

I love how they’re now protecting Wheatley cause they need him alive for the case

“She’s a knockout” YEAH MAN SHE IS BUT ALSO BACK OFF DICKHEAD

Wheatley really out here flipping on everyone...

Okay... thats not how i expected this shit to end... but DAMN

#law and order #law & order organized crime #law & order: special victims unit #spoilers #law and order svu #svu

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thatssonanii · 4 years ago

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Familiar Face (4)

SVU Fic

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SN: The whole adoption process never happened in my fics, it is simply the story Olivia told ppl to explain Noah. And the whole Brooke shields thing didn't either K, bye!

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Olivia gave her son a tight smile gesturing to his seat. Slowly, he walked to the stool beside Elliot, hopping up into the chair. Elliot stayed quiet, wanting to follow her lead.

"No, I didn't have a baby before you, Noah."

Noah frowned. "But I just heard you. You said you got pregnant. Did the baby die, Mom?"

"No, no," she responded quickly with a shake of her head, "The baby didn't die."

"Then where is it?"

"I'm looking at him," she said with a smile. "You are the baby I was referring to, Noah."

Noah sat quietly staring at his food in deep thought. "So that means Elliot is my dad? I have a dad?"

Olivia nodded, "Yes, that's what that means and yes you do."

"You hid him from me? You hid me from him?"

Elliot stepped in not wanting the child to get too upset and fluster Olivia even more. "There was a lot going on, Noah. When someone gets pregnant they don't know right away so by the time your mom found out, I had long retired and moved away. She didn't have a way of telling me about you."

Noah looked over at Elliot with an unreadable expression. "But she could've told me. She never told me."

"Sometimes parents don't tell their children things because they think they're protecting them," Elliot explained rubbing his back, "And sometimes that isn't always the right decision. Just because parents are adults doesn't mean they don't make mistakes. You understand that right?"

"Yeah," he nodded turning back to his food picking up his fork, "Yeah I understand. But I'm still upset."

"Nothing wrong with being upset, Noah," Olivia added. "If that's what you're feeling then we can't blame you. If you wanna talk at any point just let me know. Okay?"

"Okay but can I talk to Elliot too? He is my dad."

Olivia glanced momentarily at Elliot, who winked at her, then nodded. "Yes, you can. Either of us. As long as you're talking. Okay?"

"Okay. I think I deserve ice cream tonight. Three scoops," he laughed.

Elliot ruffled his hair playfully. "Just tonight. That's not gonna work any other time."

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"Since you're taking me home, you might as well stay the night. It's getting late, shouldn't be driving alone this late."

Carisi chuckled looking over at Peach from his dessert. "Its only 9:15 or so. Not that late."

"By the time we leave here is gonna be like ten, won't get to me and Kat's building until 10:30 or 1045 and you won't get home till 11 something. So yes it'll be late."

"Okay since you put it that way," he nodded wiping his mouth with his napkin, "It'll be a little late but I have some work to do at home. So since you're worried about me driving alone, how about you pack a bag when we get to your place and you come stay the night at my place?"

Peach smirked glancing at Amanda, "Your girlfriend won't mind me staying the night."

Carisi laughed a little louder than he intended then shook his head. "I don't have one unless that's your way of askin."

"Oh no, Sonny. I'm a lady from the south," she explained playfully, "If a man wants to date me he must court me and do the asking. A lady never asks, it'd be unsouthern of me."

"Oh yeah, how could I forget, Blanche? A true southern Belle." He joked throwing his arm around the back of her chair continuing their conversation.

Nick settled back in his chair texting his mom to check on his daughter. "If you stare any harder, your eyes might fall out."

"Not staring, I was thinking about something."

"Thinking about what?" Nick asked putting his phone on the table.

Amanda turned her gaze to him, a small smirk on her face. "Did you and her sleep together? Yall seem closer than friends. Like with her and Kat, I can tell but not with you two."

"For the first and last time, no we never slept together. We seem closer because we spent almost two years undercover together, protecting each other and only having each other to talk to. She's like a little sister to me, Amanda."

"Okay, okay, my bad. I was just wondering."

"No, you weren't wondering. You were being jealous as usual," he chuckled, "You can't bogaard someone or something that doesn't belong to you."

Amanda scoffed. "I am not jealous. Jealous of who?"

"You are. Jealous of Peach because you think her and I were or are sleeping together. And because you see her and Carisi getting closer and closer," he explained looking over briefly at the pair talking closely, "But you can't be jealous of that. You didn't want him, remember? You turned him down."

"I do not want him. I just want him to be careful, we don't know her."

"No," he smirked, "You don't know her. Me and Kat know her. Fin is getting to know her. And by the looks of it Carisi has gotten to know her as well. Loosen up."

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After getting Noah in the shower and into bed, Olivia settled on her sofa beside Elliot with a well deserved glass of wine. He was already watching a movie when she came in.

"Feel better now that you've said it?"

"I do," she sighed. "I didn't think I would but I do. Thank you for pushing me."

Elliot chuckled, "Oh you're thanking me for that now? Years ago, you would've been down my throat for doing it."

"Yeah, well things change," she laughed. "When are you gonna tell your kids? And Kathy?"

"They're all coming to visit again for my mom's birthday so after her party. I'm not in a rush to tell Kathy honestly, we barely talk unless it's something with Eli."

"Do you think your kids are gonna be upset?"

"I'm sure Kathleen is gonna be the wild card," he shrugged, "She always is, she's a lot like her mother. I'll probably tell the others before I tell her."

Olivia nodded taking a long sip of her wine. "Do you wanna spend the night? Or are you going home?"

"If you want me to stay, I'll stay, Liv."

"Okay well ... I want you to stay." She smiled.

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After a few long goodbyes, the group went their separate ways to enjoy the rest of their night. As promised Carisi took Kat and Peach to their building, after getting Kat settled in her apartment Peach went to hers to pack a bag then left to go to Carisi's. He gave her a tour that ended in his spare bedroom so she could change.

"I'll be in the living room working if you need me." He told her preparing to close the door.

She sat on the bed staring to take off her heels. "Alright, I'll be out once I'm done. You're only working for an hour."

"Right cause it's rude to work when you have company," he repeated with a smile.

"See, you're catching on."

Closing the door, Carisi went to his living room taking out all of the papers he needed to go through spreading them out on the coffee table. He untucked his shirt and undid a few buttons to get comfortable. He had gotten so deep into his work he'd almost forgotten about his guest. Fifteen minutes later, Peach was out of the bedroom wearing a tank top and shorts pajama set trying to walk as quietly as she could through the living room to the kitchen.

To keep herself busy while he worked, she started to load his dishes into the dishwasher and straighten a few things up. She knew she probably should have asked permission before touching his stuff but she couldn't help it. During the tour she noticed the disarray in the kitchen and it had been bothering her ever since. The sound of dishes and cabinets being closed made Carisi remember his guest.

"What're you doing in there?" He called out.

"Uuuh," she drug out, "Nothiiing!"

"Doesn't sound like nothing to me."

"Hey, who's the cop here? Me or you? What's with the interrogation?'

Carisi laughed, "Yeah, okay. Just be careful some of that stuff is high up."

There was a quick silence.

"Was that a short joke, Mr. Carisi?"

"I plead the fifth."

Peach stopped what she was doing, cut the lights off in the kitchen and went to the living room, standing in front of the coffee table squinting. "That sounds like an admission of guilt."

"Who's the ADA here? You or me? What's with the cross examination?"

She laughed going to sit beside him. "Don't steal my lines. I'm funnier than you."

"Funny lookin maybe but not funnier," he joked.

"You are not funny," she laughed hitting his chest playfully. "Just for that, you're done working. I'm ready to be entertained. It's rude not to entertain your guest."

"I'm just learnin all kinds of manners with you now." Carisi tossed his pen into the coffee table then grabbed his remote, sitting back on the sofa. He put an arm around her pulling his closer. "Am I supposed to ask you what kind of movie you wanna watch or just pick it?'

"Its polite to ask." She told him getting comfortable beside him. She put one hand on his abdomen and laid her head on his chest. "You're learning."

"In that case what kind of movie would you like to watch?" He asked turning the television on.

She hummed playfully. "Well, I think a mobster movie would do. Seems fitting doesn't it?"

"Is that an Italian joke?"

She shrugged glancing up at him, "I plead the fifth."

Chuckling, Carisi turned on Goodfellas, tossed the remote aside and clicked off the lamp beside him. He propped his feet up on his coffee table and moved the hand he had around Peach from her arm to her thigh getting comfortable.

#svu fic #law and order svu fic #svufic #elliot & olivia #stabler & benson

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