A/N: Quirk: (noun) a peculiarity of action, behavior, or personality; mannerism. A sudden twist, or turn. A clever or witty remark. In this story, each definition of the word is relevant. Forgive the typos. I've gotten a new keyboard, it's ergonomic, I'm not used to it yet.

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"What do you suppose he's doing?" Olivia asked as she and Elliot walked out of the precinct doors. She was looking at Munch, who was gazing at the sky and writing in a small notepad.

"Whatever it is, it's weird," Elliot answered. "Do you need a...never mind." He chuckled as he led her to the car. "I keep forgetting I don't need to ask you that anymore."

They ran into Fin in the parking lot, and he smirked at them. "So, you two enjoyin' livin' together?" he asked, knowing damn well they did.

"He's a slob," Olivia laughed.

"She doesn't cook," Elliot countered. "And she takes really long showers."

"You wanna talk about long showers? You were in there for an hour this morning! Don't start with me," Olivia teased. The truth was, they both took long showers, because they took them together, and it always led to sex.

Fin shook his head. "You guys know that I know about you, right?" he asked.

Elliot and Olivia stared at him, silently panicking. "What are you, uh, what?" Elliot babbled.

"L, Liv, Olivia," Fin said. "I can't believe I didn't have it figured out sooner." He looked at Olivia and suddenly remembered everything he'd seen in Elliot's desk. "Hey, uh, Baby-Girl, I didn't know you could be so kinky. Handcuffs, red lace, lube? That was all for you?"

Olivia blushed. "Stay out of Elliot's drawers!" she yelped.

Fin chuckled. "Gettin' into his drawers is your job, right?" He looked at Elliot and said, "I'm not gonna tell anyone, man. I swear. Hey, uh, either of you know what Munch is doin' over there?"

"No," Elliot said. "We're gonna go," he told Fin, leading Olivia to the car.

Olivia got into the passenger side and hung her head, running her hand down her face. "That was embarrassing," she mumbled.

"It could have been worse," Elliot said. "He could have walked into the storage room this morning, or found the letters in your desk." He smiled at her and asked, as he started the car, "How many are there now?"

"Three-hundred-and-ninety-two," Olivia said. "One for every day we've been together. Where do you find the time to write them?"

"I don't write them all at once, baby. I write down little things I wanna say to you, but can't because we're at work. Then, at the end of the day, I give it to you. I love watching your face when you read them," he told her.

"They're always so...beautiful, romantic, sexy," Olivia said. "And recently, you've said 'I love you,' more in those letters than I've ever heard in my whole life."

Elliot chuckled. "Because I wanna tell you all the time. I love you, baby," he said, taking her hand in his as he drove them home.


Fin walked over to Fin and pulled the notepad out of his hands, asking, "What the hell are you doin', man?"

"Trying to figure out who Benson's dating," Munch replied. taking his notepad back. "There's a numerical code hidden in the stars, and if you ask a question and translate the numbers to letters, you get your answer."

Fin looked down at the notepad, after stealing it back, and said, "I think you're missing somethin'. You counted wrong. She doesn't know anyone named 'Stan.' But you're surprisingly close." He handed the notebook back to Munch and laughed at the confused expression on his face.


"Can you see anything?" Olivia asked, tying the black fabric over Elliot's eyes.

"Not a damn thing," Elliot returned. "Why are you going first, again?" he asked, sliding down to flatten out on the bed.

Olivia chuckled. "Because you went first last week, and you just didn't stop, there was no time for me to do this to you," she explained.

"What can I say?" Elliot quirked, cockily. "I love loving you, Liv, and when I get going, I just don't wanna stop."

Olivia smirked as she reached for the massage oil on the nightstand. She flipped it open, dripped some in her hands, then dropped the tube. She rubbed her hands together, heating the oil, and then brought he hands down on Elliot's chest as she straddled him.

"Oh, my God, Liv," Elliot groaned, feeling Olivia working out the tension in his muscles, feeling that she was on top of him, naked, and if she just moved up a tiny bit, he could be inside of her, where he felt he belonged. "God, baby, I..." he stopped, and moaned at what he was feeling.

"Talk to me, El," Olivia demanded, rubbing lower, his abs and hips. "What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing," Elliot said, shaking his head. "Nothing important. You have magic hands, did you know that?"

Olivia chuckled as she slid down his body, squirted more oil into her hands, and began to massage his thighs. "Feel good?"

"Incredible," Elliot whispered. He loved Wednesdays, for what they proved, but he hated them, because he never got to really be with her on these sensual nights, never really touching her, never really in her, and it was frustrating for him.

"You're so tense, baby," Olivia said to him, rubbing out the knot she found in his upper leg. "Relax, breathe, let everything go. Concentrate on what you feel, El, nothing else."

"Liv," Elliot whispered. "Baby, this feels so good."

"Just wait," Olivia whispered. She continued her rubbing, massaging down his legs, his calves, and when she got to his feet, he moved a bit, popping up on his elbows.

"God, damn," he groaned. "That feels so damn good. Painful but an amazing kind of pain.

Olivia rubbed the soles of his feet, pushing, kneading, listening to the moans and grunts, and she had to admit, he was really turning her on. Tonight, though, wasn't about sex. She moved up his body and took his hand. "Turn over," she said, seductively.

"Hmmm, Liv," Elliot moaned, rolling onto his stomach, "You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?"

"I know exactly what I'm doing, baby," Olivia replied, climbing on him, her wet core resting right over the small of his back. He moaned at the feeling of it, he could feel how wet she was, and feeling it drove him wild. "Relax, El," Olivia reminded him, dripping the hot oil over his back.

"Sweet Jesus," Elliot moaned. He felt her hands rubbing the oil into his back, his shoulders, she applied great pressure in between his shoulder blades, making him writhe beneath her. "Fucking good," he grunted. "So good, Liv," he moaned. He felt her working the tension out of his spine and back with her strong hands and knuckles, and he moaned louder when he felt her moving her hips, bucking them over him. "Baby, if you want me to relax, don't do that," he mumbled, trying to control himself.

Olivia chuckled, moving her hands to his arms. She rubbed from his shoulders to his fingers, then gave a lot of attention to his palms and fingertips. "Turn over," Olivia demanded again. She moved up just enough for him to roll over, then lowered herself onto him, but not so he was inside of her. She was resting just below his hard rod, and he whined at the bare miss of feeling her on him.

"You might not wanna sit there, baby," Elliot cracked. "Could get a little messy," he quipped.

Olivia didn't say anything, instead she moved her hot, slick hands down to his member and rubbed every bit of him that surrounded it. She heard his moans growing deeper, louder. She saw him clutching the sheets, twisting them in his hands, and finally she saw his head slam down, back into the pillow behind him, and Olivia knew that with one touch, one swipe of her thumb over the head of the rigid pipe desperate for attention, and he's blow. With a smirk on her face and a plan in her head, she bucked her body against him.

"Liv, baby, come on," Elliot whined. "That's not fair."

"All's fair in love and war, El," Olivia whispered, her fingertips just barely grazing his shaft.

"Fucking hell, Liv," Elliot growled. He nearly flew off the bed when he felt Olivia's mouth wrap over his tip, catching everything that he was ejecting. "Damn it, baby," he grunted, his hands attempted to shoot to the back of her head. He was trying to move her, but his muscles weren't cooperating, he was far too relaxed. "Oh, Liv, baby," he whispered as his convulsions slowed and his breathing calmed.

Olivia swallowed then moved up his body, wrapping her delicate hand, than was forceful and strong only moments ago, wrapped around the black fabric and peeled it away from eyes. "Hello," she whispered, watching him blink and focus his vision.

"You were trying to kill me, weren't you?" Elliot asked, still gasping for air. "Shit, Liv," he chuckled, running his now-mobile hands through her hair.

"You enjoyed that," Olivia said, wrapping her body around his.

"Hell yeah, I did," Elliot confirmed, wrapping his arms around her and dropping a kiss to her lips. "You didn't have to do that," he whispered, brushing his lips lightly over the rest of her face.

"You did it to me last week," Olivia said, kissing him. "You think I'd forget?"

Elliot laughed and nuzzled into her neck. "We had a busy week, baby."

"Not too busy to forget one of the most incredible nights of my life," Olivia said, trailing kisses over his neck and chin.

"I love you, baby," Elliot cooed, pulling her close to him.

Olivia sighed into him and cuddled close. "I love you, too, sweetheart."

"Mine," Elliot said as he closed his eyes, sounding like a three-year-old guarding his favorite toy.

"Yeah, baby," Olivia said, closing her eyes with a smile. "Yours."


Casey was slipping out of Trevor's office, trying to stay quiet as she walked passed Alex's door. She noticed the light on, coming into the hall from the crack, and she didn't want to alert Alex to her movements. She heard something, then, and stopped. She tiptoed closer to the door and gasped.

"Oh, God, Fin!" she heard Alex yell.

"Take it, baby," she heard Fin growl.

Then she heard a slap, a yelp, and a growl.

"What the hell?" Casey asked herself, easing closer. "Oh, my God," she gasped, seeing, through the keyhole, Alex and Fin, her best friend and ex-boyfriend, in an act of what can only be described as animalistic sex. She saw all of Alex's back and shoulder tattoos and when she heard Fin's signature grunting curse and heard Alex scream his name, she knew what had happened. Casey blinked as she backed up, unable to admit that she was jealous. Fin was hers. And damn it, she was gonna prove it.

A/N: What quirky thing does Casey do? Cragen finally takes action when Olivia and Elliot's quirks come to light, and another violent Thursday night. If you want it, just ask TMG212 on Twitter or leave a review.