A/N: Sunday Morning at home with Olivia and Elliot. And who is Fin seeing? What's her little quirk?

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"Liv," Elliot whispered, nudging her. "Liv, baby."

Olivia stirred in the bed, a slow smile spread across her face at the sound of his voice, at the feel of his lips brushing against hers, and she fluttered her eyes open. She furrowed her brow, instantly asking, "What's all this?"

"Breakfast in bed," Elliot said. He glanced at the clock and said, "Okay, lunch in bed."

Olivia laughed and scooted over, allowing Elliot to slide into the bed next to her. He put the tray of food and coffee on his lap and picked up a strawberry, twirling it in his hand. "Six hours," he said. "Not as long as we've ever gone, but not too bad," he chuckled, bringing the berry to her lips. He watched, moaning slightly, as she bit it and looked into his eyes. "God, that's sexy," he groaned, kissing her and tasting the berry for himself.

"When did we stop?" Olivia asked, laughing and picking up an apple slice and holding it out to him.

Elliot bit it, and as he chewed he said, "Eight in the morning. Then we went to sleep. It's almost two in the afternoon."

"When did you wake up?" Olivia asked, sipping her coffee.

"About ten minutes ago. I got up, made all of this, and came right back in here. We, uh, need to eat, Liv. We need to refuel," he laughed. He wrapped an arm around her as he sipped his own coffee.

Olivia rested her head on his shoulder as she bit into a slice of melon. "This is nice," she said.

Elliot kissed her forehead and said, "This is Sunday."

Olivia heard a few quick crackling noises and she rolled her eyes. "Do you have to do that?" she asked.

"Would you love me any more if I didn't?" Elliot asked, smirking, as he cracked the knuckles on his other hand.

"No," Olivia said with a chuckle. "You would just be a little less annoying."

Elliot kissed the end of her nose. "I'll stop cracking my knuckles the day you stop twirling your hair and biting your pens and calling people 'dude'."

"Guess there's no hope then," Olivia sighed, tilting her head up to kiss him.

Elliot shook his head against the kiss and wrapped his freshly cracked hands around her neck. "I love you," he whispered. "Quirks and all."

"I love you, too," Olivia said with a smirk. She kissed him quickly and popped a grape into her mouth. "And there are those damn butterflies again," she muttered with her mouth full.

"You felt them, too, huh?" Elliot laughed, reaching for the remote. "I think we should start moving your stuff over today. Tell your landlord you're moving out, call a storage place, ya know?"

Taking the remote from him with a yank, Olivia turned on the bedroom TV and said, "Yeah. Maybe."

"Maybe?" Elliot asked, confused.

Olivia smirked. "Well, I might not let you out of this bed today, Stabler." She popped another grape into her mouth and snuggled closer to him as she flipped through the channels. Yeah, she thought. Sundays were pretty damn nice.

"Fin," his girlfriend said, in a scolding tone, "Please, can you stop?"

"No, Alex, I can't," Fin replied. "I can't stop in the middle of this, then one side of the room will be clean and the other won't."

"Clean, I get," Alex said, shaking her head, "But you're making everything precision-straight and almost antiseptic!"

"That's how I like it," Fin said, shrugging.

"That's a bit extreme," Alex said, chuckling. "It's an obsession!"

Fin looked up from the shelf he'd been dusting and smirked. "Let's talk about your little extreme obsession, huh?"

Alex smirked. "You love it."

"But how many people know, Al?" Fin asked. "How many people know that beneath your suits and stiff shirts you are pierced and tattooed and probably wearing a leather bra?"

"Not many," Alex said, stepping closer to him. "You wanna see if I'm really wearing a leather bra?" she asked, unbuttoning her stiff collared shirt.

Fin gulped. "But I have to..."

"Clean later," Alex said, opening her shirt just a bit, revealing a hint of black.

"Okay," Fin said quickly, abandoning his dust rag and practically leaping on top of Alex.

Alex laughed as Fin ripped off her shirt and ran his hands over the leather. "Told you that you love it," she mumbled.

Fin nodded and said, simply, "I do."

The empty tray, with two empty plates and cups, lay forgotten on the floor beside the bed. The TV was tuned to a movie no one was watching. The two of them were kissing softly, just kissing, as they relaxed, cuddled on the mattress. Elliot's hands were running gently through Olivia's hair, her hands were trailing lightly up and down his arms and back. Elliot pulled away slowly when it became impossible to breathe and told her, "I've never been so in love with anyone before, not like this."

"Me either," Olivia said, her eyes still closed as her forehead rested against Elliot's. "Just kissing you feels like..."

"Making love," Elliot finished for her. "Because it is, baby. Every kiss, every touch, every look. I'm actually making love to you right now," he whispered, nuzzling her nose. "It's intense, isn't it?"

Olivia nodded, pecking his lips lightly. "Very," she said. "I really feel loved when I'm with you. It's amazing."

"I feel the same way," Elliot said, pulling her close. "I don't doubt your feelings, because I can feel them. It wasn't like that when I was married, Liv. Not at all."

"That's probably why you're divorced," Olivia said, raising an eyebrow.

Elliot laughed. "I'm divorced because I wanted to sleep with and fall in love with my partner, so I spent all my time at work and let my marriage dissolve so I could be with said partner and make her fall in love with me."

"Yeah. Like I said," Olivia laughed. She kissed him, making it slow, and lingered on his lips for a few minutes. "Do you have any popcorn?"

Elliot shrugged. "I'll go check. I'm gonna call Cragen, too, and tell him to submit your COA form while I'm out there. Explain why you're moving. only...the lie not the truth."

Olivia nodded and chuckled. "Hey, El?" she called as he was leaving the room.

"Yeah, baby?" Elliot replied, smiling at her.

Olivia grinned and felt her stomach lurch as she said, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Liv," Elliot said, bending down to kiss her, "But you knew that, didn't you, you cute, quirky, little thing?"

Olivia kissed him again and nodded, saying, "Yes, I did."

A/N: How does Cragen take the news? A new couple's quirk revealed at work! And Monday night! NEXT, if you want it! Sorry my updates have been short and splotchy. I'm dealing with a very sudden and shocking death in my family, so these last few updates have been written on my phone, where I can't see page or word counts. Writing is taking my mind off of things, and I need the distraction. Follow me on Twitter, too, if you want. TMG212