A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get an update for you but this chapter had me in a funk and I'm still not exactly sure why but anyway, massive shoutout to Nicole (UnbrokenBarista on twitter) for looking over this for me. I appreciate your help. As per the usual I do not own SVU or any of its characters (unless I made them up, in which case I do own them). All credit belongs to Dick Wolf and NBC...yadda yadda blah blah and all of that read and review mumbo jumbo. Enjoy!


Chapter 3: It's Love

Two years have passed since Elliot made the best decision of his life and called Olivia. The pair started dating shortly after their evening at the bar and they became inseparable.

Now, sitting here with his wife in a rocker that creaks with every move, on a porch overlooking the harbor, Elliot has finally found his peace, a peace and happiness that he had never experienced until now.

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Elliot wanted to do something special for Olivia for their anniversary, something she would never forget. He had saved up enough money back in the day to take Kathy and the kids to Disney but since their divorce, that money sat in his bank account collecting metaphorical dust, until now. Elliot decided to take Olivia on a romantic weekend getaway, somewhere close to home yet far enough away from hustle and bustle of the busy city.

After months of tirelessly searching websites and through catalogues, Elliot stumbled upon a gem. It was a quaint little home located in East Hampton. The house wasn't fancy but what it lacked in size and grandeur, it made up for in charm and romance. It was a 1-bedroom/1-bath cottage equipped with living room, kitchen, and a small dining room big enough for only a table for two, but the view. Oh, the view was to die for.

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After settling in, Elliot and Olivia sit on the porch for the better part of the day, every now and again finding a subtle breeze make its way across their skin. Elliot holds his wife's hand tightly within his, occasionally running his thumb over her knuckles. While gazing out onto the crystal clear water, Elliot finally understands why his mother chose to live at the beach. It was peaceful, cathartic even. Elliot squeezes Olivia's hand and she squeezes his back. She glances over at her husband and a grin makes its way across her face.

"I love you, El."

"You too, Liv. You too."

The afternoon passes and they decided to spend the rest of their evening snuggled up together on the couch watching The Notebook; neither actually cares for the film but it is the only thing on the television that isn't a police procedural or some annoying show for teenagers that includes dancing and singing.

Olivia slides into the arms of her lover, nestling her head against his chest. She can hear his heartbeat. Thump thump. Thump thump. It's a sound that she has always loved. It's the sound of being alive. Thumpthump. Thump thump. She can feel his breath on her skin and in her hair. She takes her eyes off of the movie and just closes them for a moment. This is what she has longed for her whole life-companionship, love, and peace. The sense of security she feels when he's around never ceases to amaze her. There is no need for worrying about if every hair is in its right place or if her makeup looks just right. It's easy for them when they are together. Always has been.

If things never get better than this, I will be content, she thinks to herself.

She relaxes a little further into his arms, listening for that steady rhythm once again. It warms her heart, that out of all the women he could have chosen, he had chosen her to spend forever with.

Two very long hours pass. The sun has since gone down and the moon is rising up over the water line. They start to make their way to bed for the evening, Elliot oblivious to what Olivia has up her sleeve, brushes his teeth, washes his face, and makes his way back into the bedroom to begin undressing for the night. Meanwhile, Olivia slips into something a little more appropriate for the night.

Olivia rummages through her luggage until she finds the lingerie she bought right before their trip. She changes out of her white cotton bra and panties and slips into a black and white teddy with a matching G-string. She can hear Elliot unzipping his pants so she hurries out of the closet, but not before checking the mirror to make sure everything is in its place. Tonight for the first time in forever, she wants to make sure she looked beautiful, that every hair is in place.

"Hold it, Mister."

Elliot turns around and sees his wife standing there in all her glory, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes darken with lust and his jaw drops. Olivia casually walks towards her husband, closing his mouth with her hand and whispering into his ear, "You might want to keep your mouth closed. You're face might freeze like that."

She plants a kiss onto his rosy lips and begins to seductively pull off his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest. As long as they have been married and as many times as she had seen him this way before, the sight before her still gave her butterflies.

In one swift motion, Elliot picks Olivia up and carries her to their perfectly made bed.

He situates himself to where Olivia is sitting in his lap with her legs wrapped around his body. As he begins kissing her neck, Elliot reaches underneath the teddy, sliding it over Olivia's head, revealing the most perfect pair of breasts he as ever seen. He begins to tease her nipples, sucking on one while pinching the other. He stops and glances up for a brief moment before returning back to the job he had started, showing her other breast the attention it so deserved. "Oh, god. Please, yes...more..." she pleads.

He lays Olivia on her back and slides the lace panties off. He caresses her whole body and it gives her goose bumps. He looks for a moment at his naked wife lying there. He takes it all in, her curves, her smell, her smile. He knows he will never get tired of the sight laid out before him. He sees the look in her eyes, knowing she is silently urging him to continue. He takes a finger and slides it inside of her soaking wet core, quickly adding a second finger, and begins thrusting them in and out, in and out. He leans down closer and buries his face in between her legs, using his tongue to start playing with her slit. He looks up at her, her juices covering his face. He licks his lips.

"You're so wet, Mrs. Stabler" he says with a smug grin..

"Mmmhmm" Olivia moans, gasping for air. Elliot can feel her body begin to tense up and he knows she is going to climax any moment.

"Come on baby, come for me. I'm right here. Let go." He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of her, feeling her walls continue to tighten around him.

Her back arches as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying not to find release without her husband. She lets out a moan. "No, not without yo-" and before she can finish her sentence she is grasping onto the sheets and screaming out in pure ecstasy.

Elliot holds onto his wife while she rides out her first orgasm of the night. When he sees that she is ready to continue he slides his length inside of her, gently at first, testing the waters to make sure she's okay. Once he feels her adjust to him, he begins pushing himself in and out of her at a tauntingly slow pace. Hearing her moan his name, his thrusts become more intense. Her arms tighten around his body as her hips come up to greet his every move, pulling him deeper and deeper inside of her. He was filling her body with every inch of him, making her complete in all the ways she wasn't before she met him all those years ago.

Tonight isn't about the urgency for release though. Elliot could make sweet love to this woman all night and that is exactly what he intends to do.