Elliot rushed to her door and began pounding on the door. When he noticed it was unlocked, he slipped into her apartment shocked to find it cluttered with open boxes and the sound of muffled cries from her closed bedroom door. He looked down at the coffee table and found a congratulatory letter from the FBI signed by the infamous Dean Porter and Dana Lewis. Her location, according to the document would be in San Luis Obispo, California. What the hell happens in San Luis Obispo, CA? he asked himself.
Heartbroken, he moved to her door and knocked against the wood softly. He whispered against the wood, "Olivia," praying she would let him in. "Olivia, let me in baby," he said, letting his knuckles brush against the door.
When she opened the door, she saw his broken appearance. He appeared to have run a long way and crashed when she saw the letter tight in his grasp. "You were going to be the first to know?" she whispered looking away from him.
"How Liv? By coming to you and finding it empty and a note saying that you were leaving and weren't coming back?"
"Yeah Elliot, that was my plan! You are a fucking genius there, Stabler?" she said sarcastically turning away from him and moving to her open window. He was the only one who knew of her smoking habit and she sighed when her need to light up overwhelmed her.
He sighed and moved to her bed taking a heavy breath. "I didn't come to fight with you, Liv," he said looking at her back. Oregon made her curvy. She returned and the stress caused her weight to drop. He loved touching her lower back and feeling the curve. He missed it. He knew he need to speak fast to win her back. "Will you listen to this song for me baby? Just one song. And if you don't feel anything, you can ask me to leave. Just listen."
He moved to her IPod Hi-Fi and plugged his IPod into the dock. He sighed and whispered, "Listen to it, Liv. Please?"
In one moment, Jon Bon Jovi's whisper filled her with a peace and his word began to unravel...
Hello again, it's you and me How's your life, it's been a while If you don't know if you should stay You want to make a memory? I dug up this old photograph If you go now, I'll understand You want to make a memory? If you don't know if you should stay You want to make a memory You want to make a memory?
Kinda always like it used to be
Sippin' wine, killing time
Trying to solve life's mysteries
God it's good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave
If you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
Look at all that hair we had.
It's bittersweet to hear you laugh
Your phone is ringing I don't wanna ask
If you stay, hey, I've got a plan
We're gonna make a memory
You want to steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines
And you don't say what's on your mind
Baby just breathe
There's nowhere else tonight we should be
We Should be
You want to steal a piece of time
You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple of lines
You want to make a memory?
Not for one more night...
When Olivia turned around, she saw that Elliot had a picture of the two of them in his hands. From about two years ago at Fin's place. One night when she almost confessed the truth. One night when she would have bared her soul to him. Another moment she let them slip away. Their happiness.
She moved in front of him and took the picture from his hand. She looked into his broken eyes and straddled his body. "You are leaving me," he said roughly. He placed his hands on her hips and rubbed against her warm skin.
She couldn't make out if his statement was simply that or a question. She linked their hands and leaned her forehead against his in an attempt to feel his pain and heal him. "Not right now," she whispered. "Im yours tonight."
He craved for her touch and wiped away her tears. "Don't cry baby," he whispered. He timidly brought her lips to his and allowed himself to be covered in her love.
She took off his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his sculpted torso. She used all of her senses to burn his taste, scent and touch into her memory. Olivia knew regret was on the horizon. Not for loving him. But for leaving him.
"No more thoughts," he whispered relieving Olivia of her sport jersey. She was naked and straddling his waist. "Its us tonight. I want to remember you."
He flipped them over and she allowed him to dominate her. She wanted to feel his power and his soul. This was the moment that would steal her heart for eternity. He would capture her... forever.
He kissed down her body, taking in every emotion. Passion, love and pain were tangled in the sheets as he claimed her soul. He knew that he wanted her forever. Elliot wanted to make Olivia Benson his for the rest of his life. It wasn't going to happen and he wanted to mark her. Mark her as his.
Elliot kissed up her leg, past her feminine identity and licked along her stomach to her hipbone. He nibbled upon her tight skin and sucked on her tan skin, leaving his impression on her. He gripped her legs tightly as he symbolized his mark on her. That motion alone sent Olivia into an intense orgasm that moved her earth from its axis. He knew her final defenses were gone. Olivia was his for possession.
In a throaty moan, she called down to him, "El, come to me."
He dragged his excitement along her leg and kissed her deeply, her tongue causing his erection to jump against her warm welcoming skin. "Condom?" he asked looking into her eyes.
"No," she whispered against his lips.
"Liv?..." he questioned positioning himself above her.
"Make a memory with me, El. Love me, claim me, make me yours."
With every conflicting emotion in his soul, he plunged into her, her voice hitched and her body clinging to his for strength and security. Olivia had never found such a safe and knowing place of home before. Tears sprung to her eyes as he pounded into her heart. This was not only his memory, but their memory. She no longer wanted the FBI. She didn't want to be an officer. She wanted to be his and he to be hers.
"Breathe," he whispered as she tightened against him. As she exhaled, her orgasm washed over her as if it was a rich and warm wave claiming her heart. Soon he exploded within her and they rolled in the sheets not wanting to lose their connection for the rest of their lives. She would be leaving him and this time he couldn't make her stay.
The sunrise was on the horizon. They stared into each other's eyes for hours, taking in every thought and emotion that passed between them. It was Olivia that blinked and Elliot who gripped her hand tightly. "Stay with me, Olivia," he whispered.
"I can't..." she whispered as a tear escaped her eyes. He wiped it away and captured her lips with his, knowing too well that her plane ride away from New York would shatter his soul for the rest of his existence. He held her tight as they made love one last time. They stole a moment in time. They made it their own... They made a memory...
FIVE YEARS LATER Olivia walked down the sandy beaches of Shell Beach and watched as her son teased the ocean break to come after him. She laughed at her blue eyed boy's sense of responsibility and a constant need for challenge. He looked up at her and flashed him an all too familiar smile and waved at her. "Hi Mama!" he screamed across the beach.
"Hi baby," she said waving to him.
In her thoughts, she relaxed when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around her waist. She hummed in content as his mouth found her neck. "He's just like you," he whispered looking at the small boy at the ocean.
"No, he's your son, Stabler," she said turning around in their embrace. "All the mischief and orneriness came from you."
"Awe, but you love me for it," he said kissing his lips.
"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I had stayed?" Olivia asked looking at their son playing by the ocean.
"I don't know, Liv," he whispered. "But I had to come back to you." He sighed and rubbed her pregnant belly softly. "Two years was too long, baby."
"Well, we have more memories to make, El," she whispered rubbing past his wedding band. "I won't leave you again. We have our life here now. And I love you for it."
He kissed her deeply and allowed themselves the pleasure of watching their beautiful four year old collecting sea shells and crabs by the water. Making memories was all apart of their bittersweet symphony that Elliot and Olivia gladly call love.