Elliot and Olivia had a tradition, for the past two years, Thursday night was movie night. Elliot was already sitting on the sofa with the remote in his hand when Olivia emerged from her bedroom freshly showered and dressed in sweats and an old band t-shirt. He watched her walk towards him. He studied her often, and he was sure she had noticed. No matter what she wore, with or without make up she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"What movie we watching?" she asked as she padded over to the sofa and plopped down on the opposite end, sending a whiff of the vanilla body washed she so favored his way.

"Date Night, What's the lotion for?" he said as she poured a glob of lotion into her hand.

"My feet hurt and their dry" she replied as Elliot pressed play on the remote, and then turned off the small lamp on the table beside him, leaving them with the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of the TV screen.

Elliot watched her out of the corner of his eyes as she slowly massaged her left foot. 'She's not supposed to rub her own feet, a man is supposed to do that for her, to pamper her', he thought. He wanted to be that man, the only man in her life, to pamper her and show her love and devotion. Who was he kidding; Olivia Benson would never settle for the likes of him. As he thought his hands itched, they itched to be on her, rubbing her feet, showing her he cared. He took the bottle of lotion and poured some into his hand before pulling her feet away from her and into his lap.

He gave her a reassuring smile as he began. Olivia smiled back at him and softly gasped as his thumb pressed into the arch of her foot. She loved the attention he was giving her. She could only wish it meant more than it did. For the past two years, since his divorce, she has waited for him to see her, to notice her, to give her a chance, but that was wishful thinking. They had always had an odd relationship. They flirted; a lot. That flirting had only gotten worse since his divorce. She still hadn't given up complete hope, but it was begin to fade.

"Jeeze El, if you're this good at massaging why the hell are you still single?" Olivia chuckled as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the arm of the sofa, enjoying the moment.

"I'm picky" he replied simply with a laugh, taking the chance to study her face.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea El, stop being picky, trust me when I say it gets you nowhere. You've been divorced for what two years now, Kathy's moved on and remarried, you need to get back on the wagon." she told him seriously

Elliot laughed and moved up to her ankles and calf's.

"I don't want any fish, I only want one." He replied matter of factly

"Kathy?" Olivia questioned, her eyes popping open in utter shock. Her heart about to suddenly beat out of her chest.

"ummmm no, I divorced her for a reason, I don't love her, haven't for ten years. I'm in love with someone else, and that someone is NOT my ex-wife. " he said putting emphases on not. He was about to say more but he was cut off by Olivia.

"Good god El that feels so good" Olivia moaned loudly and unexpectantly as his fingers worked over a knot in her calf. He was instantly hard.

Elliot chuckled at her outburst as he continued to work that particular spot. He shifted a bit, moving the leg resting in his lap further down so as not to come into contact with his suddenly erect member. With Olivia around sudden erections were to be expected, at least for him. A comfortable silence engulfed them as he continued his work, slowly working his way up to her knee, before switching to the other leg. The movie was long since forgotten. Olivia allowed herself to relax, and just enjoy the attention that the man she loved more than anything was giving her. She pondered what he meant by only wanting one women and not loving Kathy for ten years. She had hope again that maybe he loved her like she loved him. She tried not to let it get the best of her, she had accepted long ago that there relationship was most likely that of just friends.

"So….. You want to tell me who this someone is?" Olivia asked breaking the silence, letting her curiosity get the best of her.

"I would love too….. but I don't want to speak to soon. I'm not even sure she feels the same and I don't really want to ruin it before it starts ya know." Elliot said. He wanted to tell her he loved her, that she was the only women he wanted. He wanted to shout it from the roof tops, but fear stopped him. Fear is what has stopped him from saying it since the moment the divorce papers were signed. At first it was the whole 'I don't want her to think she's a rebound deal' since then it has just been plain fear. Fear she didn't feel the same and that if he told her it would ruin their friendship.

"Why don't you just tell her El, put yourself out there. I can't think of women in her right mind that wouldn't fall in love with you. I mean come on, you're beautiful, fit, and a cop, very manly, you smell great, you love your kids, your ass is a gift from god himself, and the list goes on and on." Olivia said trying to encourage him but also regretting she just said all that.

Elliot laughed

"Ummmm thanks, I think" he said "trust me I've tried to just say it, almost every day for the past two years, but I never can get it out."

Olivia smiled and nodded her head in understanding. Also very thankful he didn't say anything about the ass being a gift from god comment. Silence took over once again as they were both left to ponder.