When the rain is blowing in your face,

And the whole world is on your case,

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love. (Make you feel my love – Adele)

"Maybe you should come over for a nightcap."

"Afraid of what I might do alone, Benson?" He shoved her gently as they walked out the bar.

The rest of their teams had left already and it was nearly midnight when they walked out. She wasn't afraid of what Voight might do if he was alone but she didn't want him to be on his own that night. Nadia's trial had been a tough one and although Yates had been convicted, she knew Hank was not okay. Olivia knew exactly what it felt like to go back to an empty room with such darkness in your heart; she didn't want that for him….not when she could help.

"I just don't think you should be alone tonight. You've had a couple of rough days."

"I'm a tough guy, I can handle it."

"For God's Sake, Hank. I won't think any less of you for letting your guard down for a minute."

"I have a reputation to maintain." He laughed before turning around to look at her. "You want to ruin that."

"Get over yourself, Voight. You are not that tough."

"Ouch," Hank pressed his hands against his chest, "that hurt."

"Then maybe you should let me make it up to you."

"I'll come over for a nightcap. But that's it, Benson, you can't get my body."

"Already had enough of it in Chicago." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "you couldn't handle it."

"I think I've already shown you I can."

Voight watched Olivia as she said goodnight to Lucy and couldn't help it but smile. He was grateful for her and everything she had done to help them catch Yates. Yes, she had wanted to catch him for her victims but also for the Intelligence team; she had been great to all of them. But deep down he knew she was doing it for him. They had stayed in touch after their night in Chicago and he hadn't felt such a strong connection with a woman since his wife's death. None of them had said a thing about that night until that day. They didn't want their teams to find out. He thought it was because she saw it as a one-night thing. She thought he saw it as a one-night stand. Little did they know neither of them could stop thinking about it.

"You've got a nice place here." He said as he took the whiskey glass from her.

"It's all Noah and I need." Without realizing it, Olivia's eyes lightened up as she mentioned her son.

"You bright up whenever you mention him."

"He's the light of my life."

"Good, you need to have that."

"What's the light in your life, Hank?" She asked as they both sat down on the couch and she wrapped her arms around her legs.

"My son, my grandson, Erin."

"You are a family man."

"I don't know about that," Voight took a sip of his drink. "I guess the light in my life comes from the people I love."

"See? You're not that tough."

"Tough guys can also love, Benson."

Olivia took a sip of whiskey and looked at him over her glass. When she had first met Voight, she thought he was a rough cop from Chicago who got along with the wrong people. But her opinion of him had changed. She knew he loved his team and would do anything to protect them. Benson had seen the look in his eyes when he found out one of his own had been killed. He may be tough and he may use violence to get answers but he had a big heart.

"But let's not talk about me. Tell me about Noah."

"Where should I even begin? He's a precious little boy who makes everything better. His health was a little weak but he's doing much better now. I sure got scared."

"You are a wonderful mother, Olivia."

"I do my best."

"Your best is damn good."

"Well, thank you, Sargent."

"You are very welcome." He smirked slightly.

Olivia laughed and rubbed his arm gently. "How are you feeling?"

"I would like to say I'm okay but I have a feeling you would know I'm lying."

"True."

"I'm angry. Angry he ever got to Nadia. Angry we didn't get to him on time. Angry she's dead. But I'm also scared of what this may do to Erin. What if I can't help her feel better?"

"You will do the best you can, Hank. You've been by her side since she was a girl and you'll continue to do so."

"What if that isn't enough?"

"Your love is stronger than you know. And if she loses her way, you'll be there to help her find it again."

Hank smiled at her, "do you always have the right words to say?"

"Sometimes." She moved closer to him. "Sometimes words aren't necessary at all."

"Like that night?"

"Like that night."

That night they had stayed at Molly's until closing time, drinking and talking. Somehow, without wanting to, without thinking about it, she had told him about Lewis. She told him everything William Lewis had done, things she hadn't even told Barba before trial. He had listened to her until she was done and instead of pitying her, like everyone else, he took her for a walk. Voight knew there was nothing he could ever say to make her feel better but he understood Olivia needed someone to listen to her without judging, without pity; and he had done exactly that.

"You were great that night."

"I always am."

"Hank!" She smacked his arm playfully. "I meant listening to me. Letting me share my burden."

"I clearly don't know what that horrible moment felt like but if listening to you helps you feel at least a bit better, then I will always do it."

"Thank you." Olivia kissed his cheek. "And yes, you were also great at that."

"Oh, I know. You kept moaning my name over and over again."

She blushed. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying." Voight moved the hair from her face. "You were great too."

"Oh, I know." She said mocking him.

"Didn't know you could lift your leg so high."

"Voight, stop talking."

"I was amused."

"Why? I am not an old woman."

"I'm not saying that. Just saying I was really surprised you could lift your leg so high while against the wall."

They hadn't been able to wait until they reached his bedroom. The minute they had walked into his house their clothes came off and they were having sex against the kitchen wall. It had been a long time for both of them so waiting wasn't an option. Oliva had forgotten her insecurities, her fears; she wanted to feel him on her, in her. She liked Hank Voight and knew things would be different with him. He wasn't one to play games, he was straightforward and would always get what he wanted.

"Which I get because you couldn't wait to have me."

"I love how you flatter yourself, Voight."

"Am I lying?"

"You will never know." She stood up and started walking towards her room. "Are you just going to sit there? Or would you like to forget this horrible day?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Hank stood up and wrapped his arms around her hips as they walked to her room.

He pressed his lips against hers as they fell on the bed. Her hands worked his belt off as he slowly kissed her neck. "We'll have to be quiet. Noah is sleeping," she whispered in his ear. Voight nodded and pinned her hands above her head to take her shirt off. He kissed the top of her breasts as he slowly pulled her bra off using his tongue to caress her nipples. Olivia arched her body pressing her hips against his.

He stopped to take his shirt off and she bit his lower lip before smirking. Hank pushed her back against the mattress and worked her pants down before taking his off. He didn't want to wait anymore; he wanted to feel her naked skin against his. Their underwear came off and he wrapped her legs against his waist as he thrusted against her entering her body. Olivia let out a soft moan before he pressed his fingers to her lips, "don't wake the kid up." She bit his finger not to scream as he went deeper pushing his hips against her. He knew what she liked so with his free hand he rubbed her wet clit.

"Fuck, Hank."

"I think that's what I'm doing here."

Voight kissed her lips hard as he thrusted his body and her moans were buried in his mouth. Their bodies became one as he went faster and deeper in her. Olivia's body started shaking and she knew she wouldn't last long, one more touch and he would drive her over the edge. He pulled out before pushing back in as deep as he could and she bit his lip to stop the moan from leaving her mouth as she came.

Panting he rested his body on hers and pressed his forehead on hers. "Damn you, Benson."

"My god." She kissed him as they both smirked. "I can't feel my body. I won't be able to move in the morning."

"Now, you are just saying that to enlarge my ego."

"Apparently it's not the only thing I can enlarge."

"Well, well, well. Look at you talking naughty."

"Talking isn't the only thing I can be naughty at." Olivia couldn't say anything else because Noah had waken up and was crying. "You got saved by my son."

"Maybe I didn't want to be saved."

Olivia threw his shirt on and walked out of the bedroom to get Noah. As he watched her, he knew he was in deep shit. He was falling for a woman who lived miles away and he had slept with twice. Olivia wasn't a one-time thing, she was worth keeping and he wanted to keep her. A smile appeared on his face as she walked back in with Noah in her arms holding onto the shirt she was wearing.

"I hope you don't mind me bringing him over."

"Not at all. Happy to meet the little one."

She sat on the bed next to him. "Noah, this is mommy's friend. He isn't that good looking but he's okay."

"I am sure the kid knows better." Voight laughed and pretended to shake Noah's hand stealing a sleepy smile from him. "Hello, sir."

"Look at that, you made him smile."

"Maybe he knows his mom likes me."

"Maybe she does."

"You are introducing me to your son so that must mean you like me."

"Or that he is too young to remember you and he won't be affected if you walk away."

"Benson, are you trying to get rid of me already?"

"No, but all men walk out of my life sooner or later."

"I am not all men. I thought we had clarified that last time."

"I have a kid. I live miles away. Sooner or later you'll get tired of me."

"I like your kid better than you so I think I'll stick around." He caressed Noah's cheek. "Plus, I'm already addicted to your body; can't stop now."

"Such a charmer."

"Cut me some slack, Benson."

Olivia kissed his cheek softly. "It's been a long time since someone cared about me."

"That's changing now. I kinda want to be around for you. And for Noah too…he needs someone who isn't too soft."

Benson let out a genuine laugh before letting herself fall back on the pillow with Noah on her chest. She watched him start falling asleep again and moved closer to Voight. She knew he wasn't lying and he truly cared about her. That moment felt perfect. Her son was in her arms and the man she was starting to fall for was by her side. Had she been told about the happiness she would be feeling a few months back, she wouldn't have believed it. Her phone ringing took her away from her thoughts, she had a new text. Putting her glasses on, she read it.

"Oh man."

"What is it?"

"Carisi just sent me a text. I have to head back to the precinct."

"Go. I'll stay with the kid."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just make sure you keep those glasses on when you come back." He smirked.

"Oh, I will." She kissed his lips as she laid Noah on his chest and got out of bed.

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