A/N: Yes, it's another new story but this story is completely done handwritten, so if you like it and I get enough reviews I will keep posting it along with Guardian. So please read and review.

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Olivia Stabler was sitting at her desk. She was happy. Truly happy. Her life was on the upswing and it just kept getting better and better.

She and her former partner, Elliot Stabler started dating about four years before and after nearly a year of taking their love slowly, Elliot popped the question to the love of his life, which Olivia practically screamed out 'yes' from the rooftops. They married a year after of being engaged. Olivia had an appointment in about two days to have her embryo implanted since she was having trouble conceiving naturally and she had a great feeling that she'd get pregnant from it and she couldn't wait.

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Olivia was completely unaware of the trouble stirring which would change her happy life upside down in a matter of less then twenty four hours. She looked up at her husband in his office. Elliot was on the phone and the expression on his face was very serious. Olivia hoped that it wasn't another case because she had enough paperwork already and she didn't particularly want to work all night.

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Captain Elliot Stabler was sitting in his office finishing up some paperwork when the shrill ringing of his desk phone started to disturb the silence in the room, except from the scratching of the pen on the paper as he wrote.

"Captain Stabler, SVU," he answered in a professional manner as he picked up the phone.

"Hey, Elliot, it's Kathy. We need to talk. You got some time right now?"

Elliot licked his dry lips. "Yeah, Kathy. I have a few minutes. Are the kids alright?" he asked concerned.

"Yeah, the kids are fine, El...I am moving to Boston in four days for a new job and I am taking the twins with me," Kathy explained to her ex-husband.

Elliot sighed, sadly. He didn't want to leave New York but he wasn't going to give up on his two youngest children. "I'll talk to Olivia about it and get back to you, Kath," Elliot replied.

"El..."

"Kathy, I have to go now. I have paperwork that I need to finish," Elliot replied and hung up.

He rubbed his hands down his face. He was frustrated. He knew that it was going to take some convincing to get his wife to leave her home.

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Five pm finally struck and it was finally time to go home since no new cases had come in. Captain Stabler walked out of his office and dismissed his detectives before sitting on the edge of his wife's very messy, disorganized desk. Olivia seemed a little distracted as she continued with the last piece of her paperwork.

"Baby?" Elliot whispered, softly. His voice filled with concern and love.

Olivia was in her own little world so she didn't even realize that he was even sitting there.

Elliot gently cupped his wife's chin and lifted up her face to look up in to his cerulean blue orbs. "Baby?" he tried again.

"Huh? What's wrong, El?"

The captain chuckled lightly at his wife and let go of her chin. "Livvie, you were in your own little world there. Are you ok?"

Olivia smiled a genuine smile. "Yeah, I'm fine, honey. I'm happy."

"Liv..." Elliot questioned his wife again, not really buying her smile.

Olivia caressed her husband's cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. "Honey, I'm fine really. I just want to finish up the last of my paperwork," she answered truthfully.

"Give me your hand, babe," he ordered softly.

Olivia raised her eyebrow but still held out her hand. "Why?"

Elliot delicately caressed the back of the detective's soft naturally tanned hand. "Wait and see, my love. Up ya get," he answered and gently pulled the brunette up off her black leather seat.

"Where are we going, El?" Olivia questioned as Elliot gently dragged his wife upstairs in to the crib.

Elliot wanted to make love to his wife before he would have to try convincing her to move to Boston with him so he could see his two youngest children.

Elliot locked the door behind them before planting a passionate kiss on his lover's lips. Being caught off guard Olivia took a moment to respond but once the shock wore off, the brunette returned the kiss and licked Elliot's lips, begging for entry. Elliot happily obliged willingly to his wife's request. He opened his mouth and Olivia explored her loving husband's mouth before beginning a slow dance with his tongue.

The couple continued to play tonsil hockey in the comfortable silence of the crib. Elliot grabbed the hem of the brunette's long sleeved blue v-neck top and pulled it up over her head, exposing his lover's plump breasts and flat abdomen.

The top was thrown behind him before Elliot returned his hands to his lover's soft, olive toned body. "You're so beautiful, my love," Elliot whispered, affectionately as he kneaded the brunette's plump breasts.

Olivia moaned and arched her back, involuntarily, pushing her breasts deeper in to her lover's large strong hands.

"Elliot, hurry up, I'm going to come already," she spoke breathlessly.

Elliot kissed her on the lips as he grabbed the buckle of Olivia's belt. He undid the belt before he unbuttoned and unzipped her black slacks, letting them flow off her petite body on to the floor.

Olivia stepped out of them and ripped the buttons of Elliot's shirt, causing him to chuckle.

"Hey! I liked that shirt."

Olivia shrugged her shoulders and let the black fabric fall off his shoulders and onto the floor.

"Loose the pants," she ordered with a light-hearted laugh.

Elliot obliged to his wife's orders and discarded the pants, stepping out of them and kicking them behind him. "Happy, my queen?" Elliot laughed.

Olivia smirked and nodded before grabbing the waistband of Elliot's boxer briefs, pulling them down, releasing her husband's shaft which was standing at full attention.

"You're a little over dressed, my love. Let's get rid of this bra," he spoke seductively as he reached around behind her. He unclasped the silk lacy pink bra and let the material fall off her shoulders on to the floor before he leaned down and licked his lover's already taut nipples, gently nipping them, causing Olivia to moan out loud in adult pleasure and lean against the wall so she wouldn't fall.

"Stop...teasing...me, El," the brunette panted.

Elliot chuckled and slid two of his long thick fingers in to the waistband of his wife's silk lacy pink panties before sliding them off her slender hips, letting them slip to the floor with the rest of the abandoned clothing.

As Olivia stepped out of her panties, her husband cupped her mound. He ran a finger up her slit to her clit and began to tease her sensitive nub.

"S...stop, El...I'm g-gonna c-come r-right now if you...continue t-to do that," his wife stuttered, breathlessly.

"What if I want you to come," Elliot said as he slid two thick fingers in to her aroused heat.

Olivia rested her own weight on to the wall and leaned her head back to look up at the ceiling as she released a guttural moan. Her breathing was speeding up more and getting deeper as her climax was advancing on her, overwhelming her senses. Elliot could feel his wife's inner walls grip his finger tightly. "Let go, babe."

Olivia closed her eyes to try to hold on as long as she could. "Not...yet," she panted her response.

Elliot snickered, stubborn Benson as usual, he could still call her Benson because at work she still went by Benson even though everyone knew she was married to the captain since their marriage was sanctioned by the Morris Commission as long as they promised to keep professional at work.

Elliot rubbed her clit with his thumb as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of the brunette's dripping core. She was very close to her climax, Elliot could tell so he quickened up the speed and eventually Olivia orgasmed hard and fast. "Wow," she laughed, breathlessly.

Her husband was too busy licking her milky nectar off his fingers to answer so he was unaware of what she was doing until he felt her hot, wet mouth on his firm, erect member.

He jumped and gently got her to release her mouth. "Tonight is about you, baby. All about you."

Olivia raised an eyebrow in confusion. He didn't normally do that. "It's not my birthday," she said as she stood up properly again.

Elliot laughed and caressed her left cheek. "I know, baby. Turn around."

The brunette turned around as ordered, leaning on to the wall with her hands. She felt her husband's hands on her hips and leant forward. "Ready?" was all he whispered.

Olivia nodded her response so Elliot rubbed his tip at her entrance before sliding in to her core from behind, filling her completely.

Olivia exhaled a deep breath which she didn't even know she was holding as her body stretched to accommodate her husband's size. "Move," she ordered, playfully.

Elliot laughed and rammed in to her, starting a fluid rhythm.

The room was filled with guttural moans, groans and the occasional whimper from Olivia as the couple made hot passionate love.

"Faster, El. I'm close," Olivia moaned breathlessly. She was close to her second orgasm and having trouble hanging on to the wall as she was sweating.

"Baby...you having trouble hanging on there?"

"Yeah," she confessed.

Elliot slid out and before Olivia could protest, he spoke again. "Baby, lay on your back on the floor."

Olivia nodded as did just that. Elliot then straddled her and entered her again. "Better?" he asked, compassionately as he started thrusting in and out again.

The brunette wrapped her legs tightly around her lover's waist so he could trust deeper. "Yes," was her breathless answer.

Deep grunts filled the room again, always followed by a softer more feminine one until they reached their orgasms in which silence filled the room once more as they caught their breaths.

Olivia reached up and kissed her husband on the lips, who was still inside of her. "That was fan-fucking-tastic, honey...but can I finish my paperwork now? So I don't have to do it tomorrow."

Elliot returned the kiss and slid his now flaccid shaft out, getting off his wife. "Sure, baby. Then round two at home?" Elliot joked.

"If you're a good boy," she answered and got up. She then grabbed her clothes and put them in a pile on the closest bed.

"Really?" Elliot questioned as he put his pants back on over his boxer briefs.

"Yes really, baby," Olivia answered as she slid into her panties.

Elliot smirked as they both continued to dress in silence.