A/N: 4 Days till Christmas…

DISCLAIMER: These characters don't belong to me. The story and words do.

Six Geese A-Laying

"So that's everything," Olivia said, plopping down on the couch, exhausted. "I didn't realize cleaning out an apartment would be that much work."

Elliot chuckled and pulled her closer to him, laying them down together. "Well, you spent a lotta years in this apartment." He kissed her damp forehead. "You collected a lotta stuff," he said, his lips still against her skin. He moved them down her face until he caught her mouth with his.

She moaned as she felt his left hand snake up her tee shirt, his fingertips gripping the flesh of her bare back. She hummed against his lips, shivering as she felt is fingers move lower and dance with the waistband of her sweatpants.

"Think we should say goodbye to the place," he whispered harshly. He tugged down hard, exposing the skin of her hips. He kissed her again, this time hiking her body up with his hips and sliding the thick cotton down her legs.

She took his cue, fiddling with his belt buckle and working open the fly of his jeans. She moaned again, when his fingers slipped between her thighs. "Elliot," his name came out of her opened mouth like a prayer.

He chuckled again, taking pride in how he affected her, how he made such a strong woman become putty in his hands. He gasped when he felt one of her hands wrap around his shaft and pull him free from his briefs and jeans. "Fuck," he said, almost a cough, as his hips bucked upward.

It was her turn to laugh, and she did as she ran the pad of her thumb over his tip, her nail slipping into the slit and making him seethe.

Unable to wait anymore, he grabbed her hips and moved her up on his body, setting his aim and thrusting hard, catching her yell in his mouth. Once he began to rock, a steady rhythm, he moved one of his hands up the front of her shirt and grabbed hold of her left breast. He squeezed and rolled her nipple between his fingers, pinching every so often, loving the small yelps it caused.

"Damn, baby," he said, licking his dry lips. He blinked and refocused, watching her face contort with each clash of his pelvis against hers. He craned his neck and kissed her again, his other hand moved around to her back and down to her ass, holding her down. He worked harder, thrust with more force, earned higher-pitched moans from her which were swallowed by his kiss.

She rocked against him, faster with every breath she took, and she growled out his name over and over. This wasn't going to last much longer, but, fuck, she didn't want it to end.

"Come on, baby," he whispered, his voice like hot gravel. He held her down harder, grinding with each thrust, knowing he was bringing her so very close to the edge.

She held on until it felt as though her skin was burning off, and finally, with one hard rock into him, she cried out his name and went completely still.

He met her at the end, shooting hotly into her, and he felt her shake and tremble. He held her, kissing her wildly. He moaned and cursed into their kiss when he felt hot wetness run down his inner thigh. Slowly, they calmed, and he kept her in place as he kissed her back into full consciousness.

She nuzzled him as she settled against him. "God, El," she whispered.

He laughed and lazily toyed with her hair. "Always so fucking incredible," he said. He took a deep, slow breath, and then said, "I want to lay here, with you, like this, for as long as possible."

She murmured her agreement, but when her eyes settled on the clock, she realized it wouldn't be long at all. She felt him twitch inside of her, though, and sighed. Not long, no, but absolutely perfect.

Five Golden Rings

"So how many ex-wives is it now?" Fin asked his partner, a smirk on his face.

Munch's weathered face twisted up in a disappointed frown. "Five," he said as he licked an envelope. He sealed it and said, "I just can't seem to make them stick." He tossed the sealed letter onto a pile of outgoing mail and shook his head. "There's something wrong with me," he declared.

"Nah," Elliot said, spinning around in his chair. "Nothing's wrong with you. You just haven't found the one, yet," he told Munch. "When you do, you'll know, and, uh, you'll make it stick."

"Spoken like a man who's only been married once," Munch quipped. He looked over at Elliot, and then glanced at Olivia. "You gonna make it twice?"

Elliot smiled, leaned back, and shrugged. "Who knows?" he asked facetiously. He looked toward Olivia. "I'm not the deciding factor, there."

Munch sighed. "You're lucky, though. Married or not, you've got someone who loves you, knows you inside and out and still loves you." He raised his arms and gave an exaggerated shrug. "I haven't found that, yet, and I don't think I will."

"You got time, man," Fin said, and he eyed Elliot, noticing the dreamy looks passing between him and Olivia. "You got time."

Four Calling Birds

"Of course," Olivia said, a snippy tone in her voice. "We would get handed a case like this right before Christmas."

"We just need to field calls, ferret out the bullshit, find the bastard," Elliot said. He looked up at her and saw the disappointment on her face, and he softened. "It won't be long, I promise."

"Four days," she whispered. "We were supposed to have tomorrow and Friday off, the weekend with the kids, the week to just be a…"

"Family," he finished in a soft voice. He took a deep breath and sighed, and he tried to smile. "Listen to me, okay? Munch and Fin are out there, canvassing, and if we wheedle out the nonsense from facts as these calls come in, then we will be home before you know it." He reached over his desk to hers and grabbed her hand gently.

She gave it a squeeze and tried to smile at him, and just as she opened her mouth to say something, the phone on her desk rang. She gave it a disapproving glare before answering the call. "Special Victims," she said curtly. "Benson. No, no, we're looking for a white male in his forties, not…yeah, thank you." She hung up and shot Elliot a look.

He laughed as his own phone rang. "Special Victims, Detective Stabler." He listened for a moment and then grinned. "Great, thank you, two guys will be right down. Hold him. Thanks, again." He slammed the phone down, waited a beat, and then picked it up to dial Fin's number. He looked at Olivia. "What'd I tell ya?" He winked at her, then he sat upright and spoke to Fin. "Hey, it's me. Our perp got pinched b the two-nine, trying to use the vic's credit card at a smoothie place. It was flagged, they got called, he's in holding down there right now. I know, man, a Christmas Miracle." He laughed as he hung up and shot another look at Olivia.

She smiled. "four more days," she thought to herself, "And then life really begins."

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