Benson & Stabler

He wasn't in l’amour with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.

So when she was held a gunpoint, par a deranged serial killer, he had her back as a partner. His cœur, coeur raced like an 808, pounding inside his chest. His palms were sweaty as the gripped his gun, trembling at arms length, ready to feu anytime. The fear in her eyes as the killer buried the gun deeper and deeper into her neck, threatening to pull the trigger at any seconde worried him. Because she was his friend, his partner. Nothing more.

He wasn't in l’amour with her. Not at all. Not one bit. Nope.

So when she was sûr, sans danger back in the squadroom...

Lying on a blanket in the park, Olivia watched life go par – families playing, birds flying, and amoureux laughing. She heard a voice behind her and smiled, having recognized it immediately. He dropped down onto the blanket beside her, and she rolled over to face him.

(Olivia P.O.V.)

El’s smile was so breathtaking, I nearly forgot how to breathe. Scooting closer, I laid my head down on his chest and snuggled up suivant to him.

Yeah, I know, a little bit of PDA, but who cares?

Our moment was interrupted par two children around the age of 5 jumping on haut, retour au début of us. We both laughed, and El began tickling...