My Love My Life My Wife
"Liv, Liv, baby wake up. We have to get going."
Olivia vaguely hears his voice but is having a hard time pulling herself from her deep slumber. She tests her limbs and they are sore everywhere. It's painful but a delicious ache at the same time that reminds her of Elliot's body all over her, inside her. Elliot. Her husband. The thought instantly brings a smile to her face and she rolls over. When she opens her eyes, she sees Elliot smiling back at her.
"What's got a smile on your face this early in the morning Ben-Stabler," he smiles correcting himself.
He grins and bends down to give her a quick kiss that she instantly deepens.
"That's quite a Good Morning," he murmurs against her lips. "And Good Morning to you too," he says kissing her belly. "Are you going to be on your best behavior today? I surely hope so."
She pulls him into another kiss holding on to the back of his neck for leverage.
"Now I know you have to be a little sore but if you keep that up we are going to be late catching our flight," he threatens.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?"
"If you get up and go soak for a few minutes in the bath I ran for you I will give you a hint."
She gets up gingerly from the bed testing her muscles, which are in a little better shape than she assumed they would be. After they ate a little last night she caught a second wind and they made love again before falling asleep.
"Oh El, it's not even light outside yet. What time is it?" she whined noticing that there was only a hint of sunlight.
"It's a little after 5," he answered.
She noticed that he packed up almost all of their belongings and looked to have been up awhile.
"How much did you actually sleep? Seriously you have to be tired."
"I slept a couple of hours after you ravaged me the second time but I've been up trying to make sure that everything is prepared for our little trip." He held her hand and walked with her to the bathroom as he talked.
"You're not getting in with me? It's such a big tub" she asked.
"If I get in there, we are going to be late."
"Ill be good I promise," she said tugging at his shorts.
"Are you sure?" he asked giving in.
"Well raise your right hand." Humor was dancing in his eyes and she knew exactly where this was going. She raised her hand and obliged. "Repeat after me. I, Olivia Benson Stabler."
"I, Olivia Benson Stabler," she repeated sucking in her bottom lip trying to stifle her laughter.
"Promise to lay in the tub with my husband and just soak and bathe and will not engage in any further sexual activity that will make us late for the plane ride," he said struggling to keep his composure.
"I can't remember all that, it's early," she whined.
"Ok," he said moving away from her.
"Ok ok, promise to lay in the tub," she started in a slow seductive voice pulling off his shorts, "with my husband and just soak and bathe," she traced the contours of his back with her fingertips causing his breath to hitch, "and will not engage in any further sexual activity," her eyes were low and she tugged on his underwear lowering herself to the floor with them, "That will make us late for the plane ride."
She was on her knees and he was so turned on it was too late for him to protest when she took him in her mouth.
"Liiiiiiv….you are breaking your promise already," he breathed.
"No I'm not. I'm not in the tub yet," she answered and took him back in her mouth. She flicked her tongue across the tip and relaxed her throat so she could take the full length of him.
"Shit baby," he moaned. He tried to resist the urge to put his hand on her head not wanting to disrespect her. He already felt guilty that she was pregnant and on her knees in front of him but there was no stopping her. She was determined to pleasure him. Elliot, her husband.
His voice spurred her on and she began to suck faster and faster bringing him to the brink.
"Liv, fuck I'm about to come. You gotta move baby," he forced out trying to move her head but she took his hand and placed it on top of her head while she went deeper. He fisted her hair gently while he finally let go and came in her mouth.
She kissed his thighs softly while his breathing returned to normal. He helped her get up from the floor and was still speechless when she gave him a quick peck on the lips and lowered herself into the water.
"Come on Stabler. Like you said we have to hurry if we are going to catch the plane on time," she said winking at him.
He shook his head trying to snap himself out of his haze and climbed into the other end of the tub careful to not make any more contact with her.
"You are something else you know that," he said watching her in astonishment.
"So I've been told. Now give me the hint that you promised."
"It's not far, about a 45 minute plane ride and it's on the coast. That's all you get."
Two and a half hours later, Olivia and Elliot pulled up to their destination for the next six days. It was a pleasant two-story house on the coast of Connecticut with its own hot tub, pool and view of the water. It was pretty secluded since most people that bought in the area used the homes for vacation and it wasn't that time of year.
"Elliot, this is beautiful!" she said marveling at the surroundings. The place had more of a homey feel than a vacation spot and she loved that. The kitchen was fully stocked, the furniture was comfortable and the master bedroom and bathroom mesmerized her. She felt that she wouldn't want to leave the house although they were right on the water and he already mentioned that he wanted to take her out on a little boat trip. The pool was off the patio and the hot tub wasn't far from it. She made a mental note that she would definitely be making good use of both of them.
"So you like it?" he asked bringing in their bags.
"I love it. How did you find this?"
"Dickie helped me with it actually. After I asked him to help me with the honeymoon plans, he took it personally when Liz laughed at him and said we would probably end up at Chuck E Cheese or something. Needless to say that added fuel to his fire to find the perfect spot. He called one of his real estate friends and here we are," he explained while she held him close.
"Dickie hunh? I have to say I'm surprised. I guess he will be bringing Lucy up here before too long," she teased.
"I wouldn't doubt it."
She went to the patio and stood next to the pool taking in the view while he explained to her about the boutiques up the road that she could go to if she wanted to shop and there were some hole in the wall restaurants not far away.
"It all sounds nice but I don't know that I want to venture out a whole lot," she said nibbling in his ear.
"Really now. So what do you plan on doing to occupy all of that time we are in this house?" he asked playing along.
"Oh I'm sure I can think of something."
She reached down into his shorts and took his erection in her hands but he was already one step ahead of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the huge sofa in the living room.
He wanted to make each encounter soft and sensual between them because it was their honeymoon but ever since she surprised him that morning with the impromptu blowjob in the bathroom he was aching to be inside her.
He didn't bother to take off her shirt or his, just disposed of their bottoms before laying her out on the soft cushions and thrusting deep inside. As he suspected, she was already slick and ready for him.
"Ahhhh," she moaned in his ear as he moved fast inside her.
"I'm sorry," he breathed. "Are you ok?"
"Don't stop, please don't stop," she whimpered. She gripped the muscles in his back and he dropped his mouth between her cheek and neck as he continued his rapid pace.
"You're so tight Liv. Always so tight baby."
His voice had the same effect on her that it always did and brought her closer to the edge.
"Oh god," she said scratching down his back as her muscles tightened around him. He emptied himself a few moments later sinking his teeth into her shoulder for a quick second before kissing her to sooth it.
He dropped to the floor when he was done while she remained spent on the couch.
"Why are you on the floor?" she asked still trying to catch her breath.
"Because I don't want my daughter to kick me again for laying on top of you," he teased and she laughed.
"Oh shit," she said sitting up startling him. "My phone. Mel still has it. I need to call and check on Noah."
"Oh darn," he replied sarcastically.
"El I'm serious."
"Relax relax. I have my phone. We can call from mine and everyone already knows if they need something to call me or if there is an emergency to call me. So it's fine," he said kissing her cheek to calm her down.
"You seem to have it all figured out. Now if I were a detective I would conclude that you purposely set it up so I wouldn't have my phone," she said arching her eyebrow at him.
"What? Would I do something like that? Would I conspire with Melinda to make sure she confiscated your phone before the wedding and told her to just hold on to it and not give it back even when you ask? Is that what you think of me?" he asked sarcastically.
"Ok Stabler. You win."
"I like the sound of that. Did you hear that baby? It may be one of the few times your mom ever says that so take note," he said while she swatted him away from her stomach. They stood up and pulled on the rest of their clothes.
"Ok now go in there and fix us some breakfast woman!" he said slapping her on the ass.
"Oh so that's how it is now. Put a ring on my finger and it's sex and fixing you something to eat for the rest of my life?"
"When you put it that way it sounds so bad but in my head it sounds perfect," he joked. "I'm just playing. Sit down I'll whip up something for us real quick."
"No. I want you to sit down," she said guiding him back on the couch. "I think I saw some pancake mix in there. I want to make breakfast for my huuuuusband," she said drawing out husband in a southern accent.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive. Put your feet up, relax. It shouldn't take me long," she said kissing him on the forehead and making her way to the kitchen.
"Well don't threaten me with a good time," he said lounging back and turning on the television not really paying attention to what was on. He watched her move around the kitchen and took in the scenery around him. He was on his honeymoon with Olivia. Olivia, his wife. It still took some getting used to. When he introduced her to the pilot of the small plane they travelled in as his wife he took pride in the fact that for once he was saying it and it wasn't for an undercover mission.
"Do you want bacon or sausage?" she called from the kitchen.
"So demanding," she answered.
Elliot had an evil thought and pulled his phone from the pocket of his shorts. "Well isn't this a sight. Big Bad Olivia Benson Stabler in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant cooking her husband breakfast. No one would believe it if I told them," he teased hanging over the back arm of the couch.
"Yeah yeah," she responded not turning around.
Before she could stop him, he took a picture of her with his phone and immediately text it to Melinda, Casey, Alex, Nick and Fin with the caption "already got her whipped into shape" before she could stop him.
"You will pay for that!" she yelled.
"I can't wait to see how."
While she cooked, they called to check in with the kids. Turns out they were all still at Bernie's house and decided to spend an extra day there to help clean up, spend some time on the beach and with their grandma. Bernie sounded delighted to get to know Noah more.
After breakfast they walked on the beach for awhile to get better acquainted with the surroundings and stopped at one of the small eateries to grab lunch. They were still a bit tired from the wedding to go anywhere else so they decided to spend the rest of the day lounging in the pool.
"This is so relaxing," she purred against his neck.
"Yes it is."
"I never take vacations. I need to do it more often."
"When was the last time you took one?"
She stilled at his question not knowing if she should answer. He noticed her hesitance.
"It's fine baby," he chuckled. "You can tell me."
"I went to the Bahamas with Brian a few years ago around Christmas time."
"Well Brian is lame as hell and I'm sure he's not as good company as me so you don't have to worry about me being bothered about that."
The mention of his name triggered the memory of the adoption debacle and she remembered that she never told him what Brian did. She wondered if she should say something to him but it didn't seem appropriate to bring up on their honeymoon.
"Liv? Liv?" he asked trying to get her attention.
"What's going on? Where did you go just now?"
"Baby, please don't lie to me. I know when something is bothering you. Please tell me. Whatever it is," he said playing with her rings again as if to subconsciously remind her now that they were married she definitely should be upfront with him when something is wrong.
"El," she said turning around to face him and putting her arms around his neck. "Please don't be mad. I'm having such a good time and I want to be honest with you but I don't want to ruin our time here."
"Ok," he said taking a deep breath. "He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No no no, I promise." His tension eased at her admission.
"Ok tell me," he coaxed her kissing her softly.
"Remember when there was an issue with Noah's adoption and I told you that I had to go and see the judge?"
His eyes flashed with realization.
"He was the one that said something about me being gone and not being there for you," he said.
"I should've known," he said looking at the water trying not to get upset.
"Hey." She pulled his chin up to look at her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I actually forgot all about it because everything has just been so wonderful lately. And we got caught up with the baby and wedding planning. When you mentioned his name just now that's what made me think about it. Please don't be mad," she said genuinely.
"I'm not mad baby. I don't want you to be afraid to tell me things. I know I acted like an ass last time when you told me about what he said to you but I told you I'm doing better." She was so relieved and kissed him passionately.
"Plus I get why he's upset. He doesn't have you in his life. I know how I felt when I didn't have you and it was hard for me. But now," he said raising her up to wrap her legs around him leaning his back against the pool wall. "I have you. My love," he kissed her. "My life," he kissed her again. "My wife." This time when he kissed her he didn't let go and soon their tongues were doing a delicate dance in each other's mouth. She felt his erection against her thigh and instantly started to rock her hips back and forth against him.
"Hmm, can we take this to the hot tub?" she moaned.
"You're reading my mind."
The hot tub was covered from the beach by a large bush behind it and allowed for more privacy although if there were any neighbors out on the balcony on the side of them they would be able to tell what they were doing.
Elliot got into the hot tub first testing the temperature to make sure it was ok for her to get in.
"It's good, come on in," he said reaching for her hand.
"One second." She put her hands behind her back and untied her bikini top tossing it on the patio before taking his hand and descending in the water.
"Very nice Mrs. Stabler," he said his erection throbbing. "I was a big fan of the bikini but glad to see half of it off. Now let's work on the other half shall we."
He pulled her onto his lap and she cried out when his warm mouth covered her nipple. His other hand worked on the other breast and she stroked him through his shorts. After sucking both of her breasts he sat up slightly to help her pull his swim shorts down and free him.
He slid her bikini bottoms to the side, suddenly not wanting to take the time to pull them off and stuck his finger inside of her core. She was dripping.
"So wet baby," he breathed into her shoulder.
"Now El," she whispered her voice laced with arousal.
"Your wish is my command." He lifted her up carefully and slid her over his hard length slowly and she felt every blessed inch of him impale her body.
"Unnnnnh," she moaned as he set a languid pace with their bodies moving in sync and the water sloshing around them.
She leaned back allowing him to get deeper and the new angle caused his strokes to directly hit her clit.
"Elliot!" she cried out his name repeatedly at the sensation of him hitting the sensitive spot over and over again.
He continued to move slowly and the lack of speed was driving her crazy. Her orgasm was gradually building low in her belly.
"More," she choked out between thrusts.
He tightened his grip on her waist and pulled out a little before slamming back into her over and over.
"You feel so good, so fucking good," he whispered while his hips continued to roll and hit every inch inside her. "Let go."
She shattered around him and he continued to move before finding his own release.
He massaged her legs and shoulders and she continued to straddle him and regulate her breathing.
"You better get into a more comfortable position for a certain little someone kicks you," he said into her neck.
"Is she already ruling the household?" she asked lifting herself off him with his assistance and standing up.
"It would appear so."
"Come on, take me to bed."
"Geez Liv, is this the second trimester hormones that they are talking about? You are insatiable."
"I mean to sleep!" she shouted swatting at him playfully. "I can't believe you are objecting. What's the problem? Can't keep up old man?"
"Liv…" he warned. "You really don't want to test that theory now do you?"
She wanted to accept his challenge but sleep was getting the better of her and she yawned.
"And I believe you just forfeited. Come on, go lay down and rest and I'll fix you some dinner. If you're good, Ill even give you a massage."
"Mmmm," she moaned while he walked with her to the master bedroom. "You're a good husband Elliot."