Olivia Benson's Niece

Untitled Part 20

Olivia pressed the elevator button. "Rae's been talking about her mom lately and I've sorta been trying to get in contact with her."

Elliot massaged his swollen knuckles. "Sorta?"

"I mean I'm working in it."

"But you're in no rush?"

Olivia shrugged as she leaned against the elevator wall opposite of Elliot and pointed to his injuries. "I'll dress those and get you all fixed up, babe."

"Stop avoiding," corrected Elliot. The one thing that made them stronger is that they were strong willed, stubborn individuals but neither lacked the ability to call each other out on their short comings. "You're just in no rush, right?"

Olivia looked up at the ceiling willing the doors to open.

"When are you gonna stop playing mom, hmm?"

"Elliot!" she reprimanded. He had no right to talk to her that way. Olivia understood Rae wasn't her daughter. She felt that pain everyday, all the time and she didn't need to be reminded of it. "I know that. I know she's not my daughter and I don't need you reminding me. She's the closest thing I've got and I'm holding her with every ounce of strength I have left, Elliot. That child needed someone there, someone to love her, cherish her, and be there for her. She needed a home and I've been there for her."

"Liv, I'm just looking out for you. Just don't want you to get hurt, that's all." Elliot pressed the stop button and caged Olivia's body with his placing both his hands on either side of her head, but she didn't back down. She looked him in the eye as his traveled down to her rosy lips and to the swell of her breasts. His eyes took in the delicate wrinkles that adorned her face and her crows feet that began to appear. She was aging gracefully. "You're so sexy when you're upset."

Olivia smirked still finding herself flattered by his ever present want for her, and contrary to what she really wanted to do to him, she tried to push him off her but he didn't budge. Even though she'd filled out, she was no match for his broad build. "Elliot, move," she attempted to say firmly but failed.

He kissed her jawline and whispered, "You know what happened in this elevator the last time I walked you up to your apartment."

"And there will not be another remake of that in this elevator." She shoved him to the side and stepped forward rapidly pressing the button to her floor. "Cool it, big shot."

"Never. I'm always hot for you."

After Olivia disinfected and cleaned his wounds, she wrapped them with gauze and kissed each of his hands and put the first aid kit away.

"So I was thinking," Elliot teased as he opened the fridge. "I know you're not much of a cook."

"El," she warned shooting him one of her famous death glares that pinned him to the wall.

"Sooooo I'm gonna make dinner tonight for you and Rae!"

Olivia rolled her eyes and walked over standing in front of him and placing a kiss on his nose. "Nice save."

"Whatcha gotta taste for?"

"Surprise me." Olivia slapped his butt and walked to the living room plopping down on the couch. She pulled out her folders and work material.

"El, so I have this case and Amanda and Fin are working it. I think we're missing something here."

"Run it down."

"Serial rapist, stalks his victims, breaks in their home, rapes them and leaves them tied up. We got our eye on a guy and I know he's guilty, but I'm not gonna lie, he looks pretty clean."