A/N: I'm really excited for this chapter, it's a lot of Bensidy Sexy Time, and a little fluff thrown in for good measure! Thanks again to my freaking amazing Beta, Liv Cassidy!

They were in the ocean together, kissing and playing. The water was so crystal clear, you really could see all the way to the bottom. Not like the water on the Jersey shore, where she went for a day to just get away. She had her arms around him, giggling before kissing him passionately. She rested her hands on his chest and she smiled, breaking the kiss. "It's so beautiful out here."

He kissed her again quickly, "Not nearly as beautiful as you in that bikini, or in anything, and in nothing for that matter."

She gasped and playfully swatted his chest. "You naughty boy," she bit her bottom lip.

He smirked and splashed her. "Yeah, what are you going to do about it?"

She smirked and looked at him. "Brian Cassidy, is that a challenge?"

He picked her up and gave her ass a tap. "You bet, baby," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

She smiled and looked down at him, leaning down and kissing him again feeling him lower her into the water. She broke the kiss and smirked. "Well, what I'm going to do will probably get us arrested, and no matter how much I want to… punish you… for being naughty, it's not worth spending time in a jail in the Bahamas."

Brian smirked. "Hm, maybe I should just keep us out here a little longer," he said, playing with one of the ties on her bikini top.

She gasped and looked at him. "You wouldn't."

He raised an eyebrow, "Wouldn't I?"

She copied his expressions, only she crossed her arms. "No, you wouldn't, because you wouldn't want anyone else staring at my half naked body but you." A sly smile came across her face and he moved his hand. She smirked and kissed him passionately, pulling away and running ashore, hearing him follow her. She put her hand out when she got back on the sand and smiled. "Come on." She smiled and they held hands as they walked back to their spot on the beach, cleaned up, and started walking back to the hotel. Olivia didn't bother putting her cover up back on. She knew that she looked good in a bikini, regardless of her age, and she was proud to walk around in her pink bikini, on the arm of a man who put the likes of Steven Segal to shame.

Once they returned to the hotel room, they put their things down and kicked their shoes off. She kissed him gently, leading him into the bathroom for a shower. She turned the water on, making sure it wasn't freezing, but that it was cool, so their tans didn't turn into sunburns. With the two of them in the shower at once, who needed hot water? She smirked and looked at him. "Still want to take my top off?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

He moaned and ran his hands over her body. "I want you out of the whole thing," he whispered. He kissed her and untied the strings of her bottoms, letting them fall to the tile. His lips moved to her neck, one hand moving to the back of her neck and untying her top. Then his hands moved to her mid back, undoing the last bow on her swim suit, hearing the top drop to the floor.

She smiled and gasped as his lips went to work on her neck. Her fingers ran through his hair as his unrelenting lips drove her wild. "Mmm." Her eyes closed and her head fell to the side, assuring that he had proper access to her neck, allowing her to get more pleasure. Her hands moved down his chest to his swim trunks, pushing them off his hips. She pulled him off her neck and looked into his eyes.

He saw that her eyes had gotten darker and he smirked. He did that to her. He got her so aroused, her eyes literally darkened with from the passion. They stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity.

She took his hand again, stepping into the shower with him, standing under the stream; she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. She kissed him lightly, their lips barely touching. It was sensual, not rushed or hurried. Brian ran his fingers through her hair and up and down her back. She broke the kiss and smiled. "This is incredible."

He pulled her close and hugged her. He heard her sigh, contentedly, and he kissed the top of her head. He loved that they could be sensual, and truly intimate, but that they could screw each other's brains out. He never questioned that they loved each other, but it just didn't seem like the right time to say it. It seemed too soon, even though he loved her for thirteen years.

She also loved that they could go at it like rabbits until the cows came home, but that they could be this soft and loving at the same time. The truth was that she loved him, and it scared the shit out of her. She never felt like this before, she never had someone in every fiber of her being the way Brian was. She wanted to tell him, but what if he didn't feel the same way about her? What if he wasn't there yet? She realized that she loved him before he ever came back into her life, and if she was more forward when it came to romance, she would have told him before now. But because of how shy she was when it came to love, she wouldn't say it until she was sure the other person felt the same way.

He smiled and ran her hands over her body, kissing her once more. He picked up her shampoo she brought with her, squeezing some into his hands then working it into her wet hair. She smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the massage she was getting from him washing her hair. He smiled, "Tilt your head back," he whispered. She did as she was told and he made sure she was under the water, the soap rinsing from her hair. He kissed along her throat, and over her collar bones.

She smiled and brought her head back up, lifting his head up and kissing him softly. She smiled. "That was nice," she whispered against his lips.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. But I'm not done," he caressed her face gently. He smiled and picked up the conditioner, following the same process. When her hair was washed and conditioned, he picked up a bar of soap and lathered it in his hands as he started washing her newly tanned skin. As he went, he kissed her lips; he cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them as he washed them. She moaned into the kiss, feeling herself getting more and more aroused as he went along. He smiled, washing her torso, and then her legs, knowing what she wanted, going just around her wet center, washing her legs, then standing back up. He smiled and turned her around, washing her shoulders and back, nipping at her ear, kissing her neck.

She gasped, feeling her knees starting to quiver. She moved her neck back, resting her hand on the back of his head, pulling his lips to hers and kissing him passionately. She smiled and took one hand and moved it down her torso, between her legs. She needed to be touched, she needed to feel him.

He smirked and ran his fingers over her folds, hearing her moan. He smirked, still behind her, feeling himself getting harder by the second. "You're so wet, baby," he spoke in a raspy whisper; one he knew drove her wild. "Tell me what you want," he said softly, knowing what she wanted, what she needed, but hearing it from her always made him so much more aroused.

Olivia gasped, audibly this time, feeling him touch her, feeling her knees buckle, luckily he was holding her up. "I want you, Bry," she managed to get out.

He smirked and teased her a little bit more. "Mmm, you've got me. What do you want me to do," he asked in a husky voice as he teased her opening, putting one finger just barely inside her, then pulling it out.

"That." She moaned. "I want your fingers inside me." She was out of breath, she was so aroused, and she needed some relief. "Please baby, I need you," she begged. She inhaled, followed by a high pitched moan feeling his finger inside her, starting to move. Her hips moved with his hand, arching her back. "Oh yeah, baby," she moaned, feeling him pushing another finger inside of her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

Her moans were all it took to make him hard and ready. "I want to be inside you," he whispered in her ear, turning her around. "You want me to get a condom?"

She shook her head. "I'm on the pill. I want to feel you inside me," she said, breathlessly, her chest heaving, her body aching for him.

He smiled and picked her up, pressing her back against the shower wall. He looked into her eyes as he pushed himself inside her. "Fuck, Liv," he seethed, one hand supporting her, the other on the shower wall as he started moving inside of her.

She let out a loud moan as her back arched and her head fell back, hitting the tile wall with a thump. Her hips started moving with his, and as they found each other's rhythm Brian started moving his hips into her faster, pushing deeper inside of her. He pushed as deep as her body would allow him, and he moved harder. All of this drove her wild. She wanted to moan, to scream in ecstasy, but no sound would come out of her open mouth. She heard Brian grunt, and it made her walls contract. He was so sexy when he was so passionate. He buried himself inside her, stopped moving and she pulled him closer and kissed him. She pulled away and started kissing his neck, biting gently. She didn't care if she left a mark on him or even if he left a mark on her. They were on a romantic getaway; people would be amazed if they came back without a few love bites. He moaned and started doing the same to her. She smirked and purred in his ear. "I'm so close, baby," she whispered in his ear, licking up the shell of his ear, then nibbling on his ear lobe.

He groaned and thrust a few more times into her, and that was all it took. Both of them went falling over a passionate cliff. He smiled and kissed her lips, holding her up, as she put her legs down, knowing they would be weak from the romp they just had, it always happened when they had sex in an upright position. He smiled and pulled away from her, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He smiled at her, as they looked into each other's eyes. She returned the smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. He turned his head and kissed her arm. "That was incredible, baby."

She smiled and let her hands run over his shoulders, and down his chest. "I can't think of a time with you that it wasn't. We know each other, inside and out. We're not strangers meeting in a bar," she smiled and caressed his face.

Neither was ready yet to say I love you, but they both knew. They could feel it in every kiss. They stood in the shower, holding one another until the water ran cold. They got out, dried themselves off and lay in bed, still naked, but not doing anything sexual. They exchanged small kisses here and there, he rubbed small circles on her back, and she cuddled into his chest. This, they thought, was bliss.

He kissed the top of her head and looked into her eyes. "I wish we didn't have to leave tomorrow."

She smiled. "I know, I wish we could stay here forever. Just like this," her voice was soft; she didn't want to break this feeling she had. She sighed and looked up at him. "This has been the best week of my life. I'm the luckiest woman in the world, to have you," she whispered and kissed his lips softly.

He smiled and kissed her back. He rested his forehead against hers. "I have the best girl in the world lying in my arms right now. I'm the luckiest guy there is." He caressed her face and ran his other hand up and down her side. "Not only are you the best, you're also the most beautiful."

She blushed. "Maybe when we first got together," she whispered, not used to being called beautiful.

He shook his head. "You were beautiful back then, don't get me wrong, but right now… just like this," he shook his head. "Liv, I've never seen another woman as gorgeous, as breathtaking as you. You may not look exactly the same as you did all those years ago, but the way your body has changed… God, I didn't think it was possible, but you actually got more beautiful."

She smiled and bit her bottom lip. "You really think so," she asked looking into his eyes. "I mean… I guess I just never thought of myself that way." She looked down at his chest. "I mean, I've gotten a little thicker, things have started moving south that shouldn't… wrinkles…" She shook her head.

"Well, you know what I see? I see a woman who has aged so gracefully. A woman who's wise and caring, who would bend over backwards to help anyone in need, I see a woman who is beautiful inside and out."

She smiled, feeling a tear well up in her eyes. "Bry, you really think all that about me?"

He smiled and kissed her. "That and more," he gently wiped the tear that fell down her cheek away with his thumb. "I want to lie here, just like this, forever, looking into your beautiful eyes."

"Oh, Bry," she smiled and rested her hand on his cheek, kissing him softly, but passionately. She put all her feeling into that one kiss. She hoped that he could feel every emotion; she hoped that he could feel how much she loved him.

And he did.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review! Here or on Twitter SVUConnoisseur (and yes, my display name IS Mrs. Dean Winters. Peter Hermann is taken, and Dean is just... Mmmmmm.) Anyways... Next chapter, back to NY... Valentine's day... and another trip... or two...

Also! Be on the look out for my latest fic, coming soon, 50 Shades of Benson (Thank you Pablo Schrieber {"The Beast"} for the idea, from your picture of Duct tape and rope with the caption "#wheresbenson?")