Never Her

Six

Sunday morning, Olivia woke up before Elliot. Some point during the night, he had rolled away from her and was sleeping on his own side of the bed. Slipping on her robe from the back of the door, she went to start cooking some breakfast for them. She hoped that they would get some good quality time together before she had to go back to work the next day. She got updates on the case they were working on from Fin and there were no new developments. If there was, they would call her back in. 

She finished flipping the last pancake when Elliot entered the kitchen. She handed him a freshly poured cup of coffee and he smiled. "Good morning, my love", he says leaning forward to drop a kiss on her lips.

They take their plates to the table and sit down to enjoy the breakfast Olivia had prepared. For a long time, she couldn't cook. She was the type of person who burned water. She lived on takeout and frozen meals. Once they started dating, she started to learn to cook more because she didn't want his kids to feel like they weren't getting adequate meals when they came to their fathers. She found a love for cooking when she had the time to do it. Her favorite meal to make was breakfast because that was her favorite meal of the day. 

They ate their pancakes relatively silent till Elliot cleared his throat, "Tell me about the case you guys are working on.". She knew the shock of the request registered on her face. She didn't think he would want to hear about the cases of the job after everything that happened.

She started out with telling him about when she got called away from home two nights before and everything they have figured out since then but they seemed to be at a dead end. There were no leads and the victim couldn't remember anything else that was helpful to them.

Together, they started tossing ideas around and possibilities. She knew she shouldn't be telling him about the case. But, he wasn't just any random person. It is Elliot. Elliot Stabler who had been her partner for the better part of the last 12 years. 

After they finished, they both worked to finish the dishes and pick up the kitchen. As she put the last plate in the cupboard, he started pulling her hand towards their bedroom. She smirked and they both climbed back into their bed. 

He turned on their TV and searched for a movie they would both like. Finally, he found The Godfather and turned it on. She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped at his chest. She hated this movie but every time it was on, Elliot just had to watch it. 

She cuddled into his arms and closed her eyes. One hand ran up and down her back while the other hand rested on her hip stroking the skin above her pajamas. She winced when he moved and pressed down on her hip. 

"What is it?" He asks looking at her with concern in his eyes. 

"My hip is bruised," She tells him softly. She slid down her shorts just enough to show him a large black and blue mark on the expanse of her hip and thigh. He stared at it with confusion and concern. "It happened when I fell over the coffee table yesterday," she informs him. She could see the realization wash over his features. 

He was silent as he rolled her onto her back. She looked at him questioningly as he slipped her shorts down her legs and tossed them on the floor. He sat back and examined the mark on her tan skin. She watched his face as he stared at her leg. 

She reached out and brushed her hand across his face. He leaned down and placed feather-like kisses all around the bruise. She brushed her hands through his cropped hair and reached to pull him up to her. As he hovered over her, he just gazed at her face taking in all of her features. 

Olivia leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He hesitated for a second before deepening the kiss and draping his body over hers. 

Soon, she lightly pushed against his chest and he broke off the kiss. "I'm sorry, El. I'm just really not in the mood."