A/N: This is a new story, inspired by Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. Was going to be a one shot. But maybe a 2? I don't own any characters or any lyrics from Versace on the Floor. Enjoy.

Oooh I love that dress

But you won't need it anymore

Olivia stood in front of the mirror of their en suite bathroom, working on her make up. She sighed and looked over at her boyfriend who was tying his tie in the full length bedroom mirror. "Do we really have to go to this thing?" She whined.

Ed smiled and walked into the bathroom, seeing her with a brush, applying some sort of powder on her face, standing in front of him in a black bra and thong. "We said we would be there," he moved her hair and kissed her neck.

She closed her eyes and and let her head fall to the side. "I hate these functions," she groaned and looked at her face in the mirror, putting on a rich shade of red lipstick and blotting her lips with a piece of tissue. "Let me get dressed. The quicker we get out of here, the quicker we'll get there, and the quicker we can leave." She smirked and kissed his cheek.

He watched her walk away and shook his head, looking at his face to make sure none of her lipstick got on his cheek when she kissed him. He heard her start speaking again, so he exited the bathroom seeing her in a black dress that gathered at her right hip, revealing blue fabric underneath. It clung to her body beautifully, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Earth to Ed," she saw his eyes meet hers and she chuckled. "You alright?"

"That dress," he rasped.

She looked down at herself. "What, you don't like it?"

He shook his head. "You look absolutely stunning." He wrapped his arms around her.

Olivia smirked and let her arms circle his shoulders. "All for you," she leaned in and kissed him softly. Feeling him start to deepen it, she pulled back. "Ed," she gasped, feeling his lips on her neck. "God, baby," she seethed and giggled. "Keep this up and we'll never make it to this," she stopped and inhaled sharply as he started nibbling behind her ear. "We'll never make it to this thing."

Ed walked her up against the wall and kissed her lips, his hands lifting hers up, pinning them above her head. "Screw them." He whispered against her lips.

"We promised," she responded, looking at his lips.

"Tell them Noah got sick." He continued exploring her body with his hands and lips.

"Tell a bunch of NYPD white shirts my son is sick so I can stay home and make love to the man of my dreams? Tempting, but hardly mother of the year."

"Lucy already picked him up, we have the apartment to ourselves, we can be as loud as we want."

"Oh, fuck the gala," she spun around, her arms breaking free from his. "Unzip me, and take me to bed."

Ed took the zipper between his fingers, gingerly unzipping her dress, watching it fall off her to the floor. She turned to face him and he caressed her face. "I love that dress, you look gorgeous in it, but I love it even more now that it's off of you, on the floor."

Olivia smiled and kissed him, pressing her body against his, untying his tie, undoing his pants and pushing them down from his hips. "Shut up," she whispered and gently bit on his bottom lip. "Take me to bed, Ed."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, kissing her lips, moving slowly down her body. Her back arched and she let out a whimper. "Easy," his lips moved against her skin.

"Ed, please. Do something," she begged, her hand resting on the back of his head. "God, you drive me crazy."

Ed ran a finger under the waistband of her thong, grabbed it between his teeth and pulled it off her legs, kissing up her calves and thighs, kissing her wet center, hearing her breath hitch, a moan caught in the back of her throat. His tongue peeked out and made contact with her clit she yelped, her hips bucking up into his face. He held her hips and smirked. "More?"

Olivia seethed and arched her back. "Please," she begged, her body on fire. She felt his lips on her skin and she shuddered, feeling his tongue run along her slit. "Shit, baby."

He smirked and sucked on her clit, licking her up, pushing two fingers inside her to start, moving them quickly as his lips wrapped around her clit. He pushed another finger inside her and she let out a loud moan.

Her back arched off the bed, her breath was heavy. "Fuck, I'm so close. Don't stop," she begged him, pushing her hips up into his face. "Fuck, baby please." She felt herself starting to come undone and she let out a moan. "Ed!" She gripped the sheets and felt herself come, covering his fingers and his chin. He let her ride out her orgasm and then kissed up her body.

When he reached her lips, she flipped them and kissed him passionately, feeling his hands move up her back, unhooking her bra with one hand. She let it fall off her body, tossing it off the bed. She moved over him, pulling his boxers down and climbing back on top of him, kissing him again as she maneuvered herself over his thick member. She broke the kiss and they let out a moan. "God you feel so good," he whispered and pulled her into another kiss, flipping them again, pinning her arms above her head.

Olivia moaned, feeling him start to move. "Ed," she whispered in his ear, they fell into a rhythm, the only sounds in the room were their moans, skin slapping against skin, panting. He brought her to the heights of orgasm over and over again, she felt him tense inside her. She felt him start to let go and she let out a guttural moan. "Oh, God. Ed."

He fell on top of her, feeling her arms and legs wrap around him. "God, I love you," he whispered against her skin.

She smiled and kissed the side of his head. "Mm, I love you, too." She felt her breathing start to slow down. "Oh, thank you." She closed her eyes. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He chuckled. "For what?"

"For… that. For not making me go to that stupid NYPD gala. For finding me so sexy you can't keep your hands off me. For… everything."

Ed kissed her lips softly. "Never have to thank me for making love to you, or for finding you sexy. It's one of the best parts of loving you."

Olivia smiled. "You know, as much as I hate those stupid galas, there is one thing I'm bummed we didn't get to do."

"And what's that?"

"The only thing I was really looking forward at that thing tonight was getting to dance with the man I love. The man of my dreams."

"I don't dance Liv."

"You'd do it for me," she grinned.

"You're right. But I'd be apologizing all night because when I say I don't, I mean I can't. You'd have broken toes."

"Well, you certainly have rhythm laying down, I'm sure you have it standing up," she said coyly.

"You're bad."

"I never said I was good." She playfully bit his earlobe. She felt him roll off her and she cuddled up next to him. "I love you, Ed. Maybe not tonight, but eventually, I want you to be in your arms, spinning me around on the dance floor." She whispered and closed her eyes.

"It'll happen."

"I like what we did tonight much better though. I'd rather be here, making love to you, than out with a bunch of NYPD Good Ol' Boys dancing. Even if I'd be dancing with you."

Ed looked in her eyes and brushed a tendril of hair from her face. "I hate those events just as much. And I may not be able to dance, but with you on my arm, letting every man in that building know you're mine, that would be…" he shook his head. "I think I'd be the envy of every man in the NYPD. They'd hate me for a whole other reason. Because the most beautiful woman in the entire world chose me, and not them."

Olivia blushed. "This is why I love you," she whispered. "You've seen every inch of my body, every imperfection, every scar, and you still think I'm the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. I don't deserve you, Ed. And I thank a God, whose existence I question every day, that you love me just as I am. Scars, physical and otherwise, and all."

He held her and ran his fingers over her side feeling her shiver. "Because the scars mean you survived. Olivia, your entire life, anytime someone or something tried to hold you down, you fought. You fought like hell, and look at you now. You're one of the strongest women I know. Hell, one of the strongest people I know."

She nodded and wiped her eyes. "God, I love you." She nuzzled against him and closed her eyes. "I just want this. Forever. You, me, and Noah. That's all I need, all I want. It's all I've ever wanted. A family."

Ed rubbed her arm. "You're not getting rid of me, Liv."

Olivia smiled. "Move in with me," she looked up at him. It was quick, before she changed her mind. "With me and Noah, I love having you here, and so does he. I hate the nights you aren't here, it feels impossible to sleep when I'm not in your arms. I want to be able to come home to my little boy and the man of my dreams."

He stopped her and kissed her softly. "I want nothing more," he caressed her face and kissed her again. "We should have some dinner," he whispered against her lips.

"Mm," she grunted and sat up, straddling him and kissing him. "Take out," she gasped and wrapped her arms around him.

"I could cook."

"You could, or we could order and ravish each other while we wait. I figured the latter was more appealing."

"You're right," he watched her pick up his dress shirt and slip it over her shoulders. "Let's go figure out what we're going to eat, order it, so you can ravish me. If you can keep your hands off me that long." She bit her bottom lip and walked out of the bedroom.

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