A Train Out [A Bensler Fan Fic]

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Olivia cuddled into Elliot's chest in her sleep. He held her and just listened to her breathe. She was always staying up to be with him, but now, he was doing it for her. He was falling for her, and hard. He knew that leaving with her was the best option possible, and he was glad that she had kissed him.

"Elliot? Why aren't you sleeping?" Olivia questioned, when she finally woke up. She looked at him and yawned.

"Because you were sleeping against my chest and I couldn't get comfortable. It's your fault." Elliot replied back. Olivia could see the fake anger in his eyes, and she smiled.

"You are a horrible liar, Elliot." She breathed, before looking at his lips.

For teenagers, neither really had any practice with kissing. They didn't know if they had done it right the first time, but that didn't stop them from wanting to try it again.

Elliot drew Olivia close and closed his eyes before kissing her lips softly. She kissed him back, but as soon as their lips parted, Olivia looked away as she blushed.

"I'm going to use the bathroom. Uh, I'll be back soon."

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Upon arrival in Oklahoma City, Elliot and Olivia got off and for the first time they didn't decide where to go next. They were going to go to Denver eventually, but not for awhile. Not until they have enough money to leave. To leave together and not just one of them.

"So, how do we go about this?" Elliot asked, as he squeezed Olivia's hand gently. She looked at him and smiled.

"A place to stay. We don't have a lot of money left, so the cheapest hotel is the best option. Then we find jobs in the first place we can. But lets not do dirty things..." Olivia trailed off, and Elliot nodded in agreement.

"No stripping. No prostitution. But Hooters is an acceptable job." Elliot replied, and Olivia smacked his chest. She turned to him and kissed his lips deeply. She was nervous, and after she realized that she liked kissing Elliot, she kissed him to help calm her nerves.

"Okay, Elliot. We should get going. Are you hungry?" She asked, and Elliot nodded.

"I'm always hungry. But I can wait." He spoke, and Olivia shook her head.

"I don't want you to go without... you need to eat." She spoke, and he nodded.

"I do, but you do too. Are you gonna eat?"

"No, I'm not going to eat. I can go for at least a week before having any issues. I'll be okay. But you on the other hand are a little more delicate."

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"Release me, now." Joseph Stabler spat, as he held onto the bars of his jail cell.

"Release you? You killed the detective. You are staying in her for the rest of your sorry existence." The officer that was watching Joseph spat.

"Oh boohoo. Some asshole is dead. He probably deserved it. He didn't want to even try and find my son!" Joseph yelled. The officer stood up and grabbed Joseph by the collar of his jumpsuit and pulled him hard against the bars of the cell.

"His wife is pregnant. They were celebrating their second anniversary on the day you decided to take his life. He had a year old at home who doesn't know why Daddy isn't coming home anymore." The officer growled.

"I could give less of a fuck-" Joseph started, but the officer wouldn't hear anything more from Joseph. He pushed him back a bit before pulling him closer and slamming his head against the bars. Joseph stumbled back and yelled for a lawyer, but no one cared.

He coldly murdered a detective. He was never going to get out of a cell and see the light of day again. The whole department stopped looking for his son, because they could guess why he left in the first place. They focused more on helping the widow and her daughter through the grieving process, and getting them the closure they deserve.

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The first day was good for the teenagers. They both managed to find jobs, but Olivia worked days, and Elliot worked nights. It was going to be a hard few weeks, but once they saved up enough, they were going to be leaving anyway.

"Are we lucky?" Olivia asked, as she laid in the one bed that the hotelroom had. Elliot laid beside her and nodded.

"I think we are. For some reason, abused teenagers from Manhattan are very likely to get jobs." Elliot smirked. Olivia smacked his chest, and he laughed as he pulled her on top of his body. She blushed deeply as they felt each other's bodies. Elliot had never touched a girl's boobs, and now he had Olivia on top of him and he had the chance. Then there was Olivia, who had only been raped. She had never had a good moment with any guy, and now she had the chance.

"Elliot." Olivia whispered, and Elliot leaned up a bit and kissed her deeply. She felt his arms wrap around her body, and eliminated all of the space between them. Olivia shifted up and straddled his body instead of just laying on him, and she kept kissing him.

Neither wanted to stop, even when it started to get hot and heavy. Elliot took Olivia's shirt off, and she only got to untucking Elliot's t-shirt from his pants before she quickly climbed off of him.

"Liv?" Elliot asked, and she bit her lip.

"I don't want to ruin what have, Elliot. I don't want to ruin our plans of going to Denver or somewhere on the west coast because I get pregnant. Or because we get into a fight and leave each other behind. So as of right now, I'm sleeping on the floor and you can have the bed. No more kissing and no more almost having sex."

"When can I start kissing you again?" Elliot asked, and Olivia walked over to where her bag sat and she pulled out a small calender. She opened it up and walked over to where Elliot sat and she pointed at a date at the end of the month.

"This is the day we want to aim for. If we were to make enough money to leave by then, that is the night you and I can start kissing again, okay?" She questioned, and Elliot nodded.

"Okay. But, just one more thing." He breathed.

"Yeah?" She asked, and Elliot leaned forward and kissed her one last time before he got up and ran to the bathroom before Olivia could hit him again.

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