Disclaimer: I do not own any of the SVU characters mentioned. They belong to Dick Wolf and NBC. This is for entertainment purposes only! I only own this fanfic and the characters I, myself, make up!

So, I heard the song T-Shirt by Shontelle the other day, and I really liked it. I don't know why, but it reminded my of E/O. lmao. This is AU and set in the future, like, two years, I believe. R&R, please! -H.E.831

It's a cold night in January when she hears her phone ringing. It's his ring tone, and she instantly sits up on their bed and wipes her eyes. She runs to the front room of the apartment they share together, looking for her phone.

She finally finds her phone, just as the ringing stops, "Fuck!"

Olivia Benson opens her phone, seeing that she's missed one call. She calls her voice-mail and listens to his message, the sound of his voice making her heart beat faster.

"Hey, Liv, baby, it's me. It looks like you're out with the girls, so I'll keep this brief. I'm just letting you know that I got your message. I love you too, so much. I can't wait to see you and I hope my girls are alright," he pauses and sucks in a deep breath, "Well, I better go. I love you."

She smiles through her tears as she listens to the message a second time. It's been weeks since she's seen him, and it's been taking a toll on her. Her hormones are always raging, her emotions are always in a flummox, and she's always horny for him. Since she found out she was pregnant he is the only thing that can keep her grounded.

Her phone rings again and she frowns, but answers anyway, "Hey, Casey. What's up?"

"Come out with me, Alex, and Mel tonight," she pauses, "You need it."

Olivia thinks for a moment, "To where, exactly?"

"A club…any club, but no drinking," Olivia can hear the smile in her voice, "Is that a yes, Liv?"

"No," Olivia shakes her head, "that's a maybe. I'll text you in an hour and tell you if I'm coming."

Olivia hears her whisper to people in the background, "We can handle that."

"Bye," Olivia mumbles into the phone before she hangs up.

Olivia slowly pads to their bedroom, picking out a slim fitting black dress with a pair of silver flats. She finds her sexiest lingerie, just for the hell of it, and throws it into her pile of clothes on the bed.

She strips her clothes off and goes into the bathroom to get some permeated lotion. Since she doesn't feel like taking a shower, the lotion will help her smell as nice as she did after the shower she had yesterday.

She applies the lotion to her body and then pulls on her black lace, strapless bra and matching panties. Then, she pulls on her dress and flats. She goes into the bathroom and does her make up with a smoky gray eye shadow and black mascara. She then brushes her caramel tresses into a wavy look and brushes her bangs so that the frame her face.

Olivia walks back out into the front room, her mind suddenly changing. She doesn't know if she wants to go out tonight. She'd much rather curl up in a ball on their bed in just his t-shirt and bask in self pity.

She walks over to the mantle that hangs over their fire place. There are four pictures, of the two of them, on display. Olivia sniffles, looking from picture to picture.

The first photograph is of her and Elliot, her partner for 14 years. The picture was taken four years back when the team, Munch, Fin, Cragen, and their two ex-ADA's, Alex and Casey, went to the wedding of George Huang and Trevor Langan. Melinda, the medical examiner, had also come, and she had snapped this candid shot of the couple. They were holding hands and smiling at each other, like they were the only two people on the beach.

She got lost in the picture for a moment, remembering how they'd laid together on the beach, how they'd slept side by side the entire week, how she cried as he got down on one knee and asked her to marry him, on the last night of their stay. She also remembered how she'd said yes, and how he'd looked like the happiest man in the universe.

She moved on to the next picture, laughing to herself. The picture was of her and Elliot at their wedding. Elliot was removing Olivia's garter with his mouth. He was looking at the camera with a suggestive gleam in his eyes. Olivia, on the other hand, was looking at the camera with pure happiness in her eyes. Cragen and Fin, in the background, looked to Olivia like they're whistling, while Munch stands there clapping. The two ADA's and Melinda are fanning themselves with their hands, in front of the three men.

The final picture, her favorite, makes Olivia's eyes tear up. Elliot has both hands wound around Olivia's waste, looking down at her with complete and utter adoration. Olivia too is looking up at Elliot. They look completely content with just staring into each others' eyes. This picture was taken on their one year anniversary, by a photographer at Disney World.

Olivia's cell phone starts to ring, bringing her out of her reveries. She looks around the room, finding it on her coffee table.

"Hello," she answers on the third ring.

"Hey, Liv," says Melinda cheerily, "Are you coming tonight? We can pick you up."

Olivia opens her mouth, not speaking. She looks over to the mantle and then down at her evening attire, unsatisfied with her appearance, "Actually, I don't think so."

"Why not?" Melinda asks, disappointment leaking into her voice.

"I think I'm just going to stay home tonight," Olivia smiles, "Maybe we can go out tomorrow night."

"Are you sure?," Melinda sighs.

"Positive," she replies.

"Alright," Melinda says skeptically, "but if you want to come out with us, just call."

"Will do, Mel. Bye," and she closes the phone.

She walks into the bedroom, then into Elliot's part of their walk in closet. Olivia finds one of his NYPD t-shirts that is like a dress on her.

She kicks off her shoes, and then unzips her dress. It falls in a puddle on the floor. She unclasps her bra, letting that fall to the floor too. She then slips off her panties, chucking all of the clothes into her hamper.

She pulls on the t-shirt, that smells like him, and lays down on the bed.

Suddenly, she hears a noise coming from the front room. She panics, running to get her gun and taking it out of its holster. She walks towards the front room, her gun aimed.

When she reaches the front room, she gasps happily, feeling herself being lifted off of the floor and into his arms, "El, you're home!"

"Hey, Baby," he kisses the side of her head and then looks into her chocolate orbs, "I missed you so much."

She looks into his amazing blue eyes, "Same here," she kisses him.

Elliot smiles against her lips, "I love you."

"I love you too," he sets her down, and throws off his jacket. Olivia walks into the bedroom with Elliot following close behind, and puts her gun in its holster.

Elliot gives Olivia a once over as she turns around, smirking cockily, "You look sexy in my t-shirt, baby," then he wraps his arms around her, leading her to the bed where kisses her deftly.

THE END.

I hope you liked it. If not...that's just to bad, I guess. :D Reviews would be AMAZING! Thanks for the support! -H.E.831