A/N: It's February! You know that means Valentine's Fictiems! Here is the first in the short series, and I hope it gets you in a mushy, gushy mood!
DISCLAIMER: SVU and characters belong to Dick Wolf. This story belongs to TStabler©
She clipped her badge to her hip, staring down at the white teddy bear on the end-table. She shook her head as she read the writing on the big, read heart it held in its paws. Though she knew she loved it, she'd never admit it. She stuck her fingers into the heart-shaped box of chocolates, picking one up and popping it into her mouth.
She rolled her eyes and moaned as it melted on her tongue, and she chewed as she remembered hitting the man who had given her the treats over the head with the box the night before.
She sighed and swallowed, then grabbed her gun and walked out of her door. There was a case with her name on it, and today of all days she needed the distraction.
She was stopped by her doorman on her way out of her building, and she was given a card with a dozen yellow roses. She rolled her eyes and thanked him, but handed the flowers back. "Send them upstairs for me, I'm running late," she said, pushing through her door.
She was halfway down the block when his car pulled up alongside of her. She looked at him, shook her head with a chuckle, and kept walking.
"Liv," he said, "Get in the car, it's freezing and it's snowing, and you're gonna fall on your ass in those boots."
She smirked. "I can run a mile on inch-thick ice in these shoes, it's not that cold, and I'm not gonna melt in the snow," she said. "Flowers. Nice touch."
"I thought so," he said. "Come on, just...just get in the car, baby."
She snapped her head. "Don't call me that," she said, her voice serious.
"Okay, Detective Benson, get in the fucking car," he snapped back.
She stopped walking.
He stopped the car.
She sighed and walked around, getting into the passenger seat. "This doesn't mean I forgive you," she said.
He smirked and lifted a cup out of one of the holders and handed it to her. "That might change your mind."
She raised an eyebrow, taking the cup. "You didn't," she said, tilting her head.
"I did," he told her, nodding as he took his foot off of the brake. He watched her face as she lifted the cup to her lips and sipped. He saw her eyes roll as she licked her lips. "Fuck, that's sexy."
She nodded. "Sexy hot chocolate," she said. "You should call it that when you bottle and sell this stuff."
"Liv, I...last night...I wasn't trying to push you into anything," he said, stopping at a red light. "I thought...I thought it would be a cute way to tell you how I felt. The night before Valentine's Day, we were in your place alone, it was dark, it was..."
"You told me that you..." She paused, sipped her hot chocolate, and said, "You gave me chocolates, and a teddy bear, and a skimpy red thing that I think even Pamela Anderson would be embarrassed to wear, and then you told me that you..." she stopped again. She shook her head and said, "You're married. You're my partner."
"The sky is blue, cows give milk, I like eggs," he said, snarky. "Are we gonna spend all day just stating the obvious or are you gonna tell me you love me, too?"
She looked out the window and took a big gulp of the chocolate drink. "I can't tell you that."
He pulled into the spot he always parked in, in front of the station, and he tilted his head as he looked at her. "Because you don't," he assumed.
She looked at him. "Because you are my married partner, and that is seven kinds of wrong!"
"Only seven, huh?" He sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Liv, you know things with Kathy have been shitty, I haven't been home in weeks. I was trying to tell you last night...the divorce is gonna be final in a few weeks. We went through with it this time."
She was quiet, then she opened the door and got out of the car.
"Liv, damn it!" he hissed, yanking the keys out of the ignition and chasing after her. He stopped her, grabbing her arm, and pulled her toward him. "Tell me," he demanded. "If you can look me in the eyes, on Valentine's Day no less, and tell me you don't love me, and you don't wanna give this a shot, then I'll stop trying." He held her gaze and took a breath. "But if you can't, then tell me you're sorry for freaking out on me last night, and tell me you do love me, and let me kiss you. In the snow. On Valentine's Day."
She felt her heart pounding, her hands were shaking and she couldn't blame the cold because she was still holding her hot chocolate. "I...I'm sorry I hit you with the chocolate." She took a shallow breath and tried to blink, but she found herself paralyzed by his stare. "I'm sorry I yelled at you for fucking with me, but I honestly thought you were jok..."
"I wasn't," he interrupted, shaking his head. "I would never joke about my feelings for you. Not like that." He leaned toward her and he whispered, "Tell me you love me."
She felt goosebumps rise, she felt him wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I can't kiss you if you don't say it," he whispered, his breath hot against her cold skin.
She closed her eyes, trying to form the words. She couldn't say it. She had never said it, not to anyone that mattered, and she wasn't sure she knew how. "El, I...you're my best friend."
"Okay," he said, barely grazing his lips over her chin, "And?"
"And," she began, "You're my partner. You mean...you mean everything to me, but I..." She swallowed hard.
He ran his lips lightly over her forehead. "Say it," he whispered.
She whimpered, she dropped her cup and the snow that cushioned its fall melted into a puddle of milk brown. She shivered in his arms. "I love you," she uttered, whisper-quiet and in a rush.
He smirked, dragging his lips down her left temple, over her cheek, resting them just on the very edge of her lips. "Louder," he whispered. "I want to hear you say it, baby."
"I love you," she said, loud and clear.
He could feel her lips moving against his, that's how close they were, and he bridged the tiny gap and sealed their mouths together.
Her arms looped around his neck, and the shaking stopped. She let his tongue creep into her mouth, and she let the warmth from his body consume her. She moaned, just loud enough to egg him on, and she felt his hands travel down her body, cup her ass, and squeeze. She moaned a little louder.
He laughed against her lips, knowing she was enjoying the kiss as much as she was, she wanted it as much as he did, and she wasn't going to stop until he did. Knowing anyone could be watching, and knowing they were already late for work, he reluctantly pulled away from her.
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, just observing what they were seeing floating around in them. Slowly, they both smiled. He brushed her hair back and said, "You love me."
She rolled her eyes and started walking toward the station door. "You say it like it's a miracle or something."
"It is," he said.
She stopped at his words, and she turned around, her brows scrunched together.
He walked toward her, taking the three steps to bring them face-to-face. "I don't know how, or when, but I know why I fell in love with you. The fact that you were able to see passed everything that's wrong with me, and love me back, it's a fucking miracle."
She smiled at him, and she said, "You keep saying that."
"What?" he asked, tilting his head a little in confusion.
"That you love me," she said, shaking her head. "Those words come out of your mouth so easily, like you don't know how much weight they really have. How much those words change things."
"They're just words," he said, taking her hand. "The real weight is in the feelings. The real change happens with what you feel, not what you say. Even if you never say it, but you feel it, it still…"
"I love you," she cut him off, spitting out the phrase. "It…that feels…saying it to you after all this time, it was like…"
"A weight being lifted off of your shoulders," he finished with a nod. "I felt it last night. Ya know, until you hit me in the head with the chocolate I gave you. Then the weight all kinda fell right back."
She laughed, biting her lip. "I'm so sorry about that," she said. "I really didn't believe you, I thought you were teasing me because I hate Valentine's Day."
"It's not so bad," he said, smirking, leaning in to kiss her again.
Their lips met, and the snow continued to fall around them, and she grinned against his lips. No, she thought. Valentine's Day wasn't bad at all.
A/N: A bit of fluff to start off the series. Hope you feel the love! If you have any Valentine's Day requests…you have until the 13th to get them to me! Twitter: TMG212