It's time to give in.
Olivia doesn't care what anyone thinks.
Not anymore. They're too old. They've spent too much time not being ready. Time waits for no one, and bad guys don't take into consideration that you haven't even kissed the love of your life yet.
They've worried too much about what other people will think. Forget the rumors that have circled since the beginning of their partnership, the rumors that have multiplied with his return.
As soon as the shots go off, both Elliot and the creep hitting the floor, she's sprinting, bad hip and bad ankle protesting. She hears Fin on her heels.
"El? Elliot, are you okay?" She kneels down beside him.
"Shoulder," he groans, about to move into an upright position. He glances back. "They blew the guy's head clean off."
"They did." Olivia pushes Elliot back to the ground, moving her hands to the hole in his shoulder next. "You insufferable idiot," she mutters. "I told you not to get shot."
He grimaces at the pain then grins at her words. "Easy. It's my bad shoulder, too. Been shot there more'n once."
"You haven't ever kissed me, Stabler. Don't go dying on me now."
He laughs. "Lean in a little closer. We can make sure we cross it off the bucket list."
"This is too much," Fin groans half heartedly, looking away.
Olivia leans in anyway, pressing a kiss to Elliot's cheek.
"Not what I thought you had in mind," he grumbles.
"You can have a real kiss later."
He does.
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Bensler Oneshots
FanfictionThese will be set in various times throughout the series or in alternate universes entirely. Some will be plausible scenarios and others will be a little out there as far as believability goes.
