Author's Note: It sucks how time can get away from a person. The good news is that I am back on two feet. The better news is that my big Holiday Break is in less than two weeks, meaning that I will ample time for writing. This fic, among others will be getting much more attention because my longest fic (T&R) is finally coming to a close.

Now, back to the story. It's the morning after for our heroes and it's time to let people in on it all. This should be fun.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

His alarm clock blared like a siren and she quickly turned it off, groaning at the noise.

Detangling herself from him, she stood up and her legs nearly gave out on her. God, she was sore but it was a good sore, one that she could get used to. Olivia stretched her arms above her head and headed to his bathroom, needing to pee.

After finishing, she took a good look at herself in the mirror. Staring back at her was the Olivia of old, relaxed and content. Her eyes were bright and lively, shining amber and chocolate, instead of bloodshot mud. Her hair was tangled and her lips were a swollen bee stung red…matching the hickey on the left side of her neck.

Goddamned jarheaded caveman. As soon as I get full feeling back in my legs, I'm going to kick his ass all the way to Times Square!

That wasn't true. As primitive and juvenile as it was, the fact that he took the time to claim her, to want to claim her was a bit of a turn on.

Images from the night filled her mind and she licked her lips. Maybe he would be willing for Round 8? Or was it 9?

Shaking the last of the cobwebs out of her head, she turned on the shower.

She had a gym bag of stuff here someplace and it would be easier to just change and eat with him.

Plus, she didn't want to leave just yet. Being with him felt like home.

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He heard radio turn on in the bathroom and soon, he could hear her singing in the shower with Journey.

"….well, I want to be there…in my city…"

Elliot snorted and sat up, deciding that Liv sounded way better than Steve Perry. She certainly looked better. He could see her foggy silhouette in the glass stall and heat filled his groin. Olivia was wet, naked, and within his reach.

The door slid open and she stuck her head out with a knowing, playful gleam in her eyes.

"Get in here and do me. I know you want to."

"We'll be late." he protested even as he stepped in, pressing her into the wall.

"We're going to be late, anyway. Traffic's a bitch and you have no food in your refrigerator. After last night, I need to refuel." she purred.

Instead of replying he fused their mouths together and let his hands roam leisurely over her bountiful curves.

Who was he to deny her anything?

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"I'm telling you. Something's up.", Munch insisted between bites of his muffin.

"You and your goddamned conspiracy theories! Okay, yeah, things are better between them but it doesn't mean they're hitting the sheets!"

They had been discussing the status of their friends' not-coupledom for the last hour and it was starting to get on his nerves. Maybe Alex would know something. He had been meaning to call her anyway…

"Look over there and then say that."

Fin looked to where Munch was pointing and saw a couple making out against a car. Looking closer, he nearly dropped his Starbucks. Elliot and Olivia were the kissing couple. No, Elliot and Olivia were the dry humping couple. Stabler's hand was definitely squeezing her ass and it looked like she just bit him…

Okay. Looks like they had their answer…

"Well, hot damn." Fin said with a shake of his head. "I guess you were right. For once."

"Fuck you, man. No better yet, let's leave it to them." the old bastard leered.

Fin rolled his eyes and got out of the car, whistling to get their attention.

They lurched apart and Fin smirked as they flushed vermilion and beetroot.

"We...uh…this isn't what it looks like." Stabler stuttered weakly.

Olivia gave him such a "You fucking dumbass" look that Fin couldn't help but howl with laughter, joined by Munch.

"It's exactly what it looks like and he started it.", Liv grumbled as she headed for the door.

"You're the one that started it, woman! You and your damned flannel pajamas!" Elliot retorted he opened the door for her.

"I didn't hear you complaining!"

"That's because my mouth was full!"

And then the door slammed behind them, muffling the playful bickering.

Bemused, Fin grabbed his coffee off of the car roof and went in.

Elliot and Olivia had finally gotten their shit together.

He was happy for them but he would make sure to stay out of their way for a while.

The last thing he wanted was to see them making Stabler #5 in an alley.

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"Captain, can we talk to you for a second?"

He had been expecting this moment for almost a decade.

Olivia and Elliot came in, fingers entwined until they had to sit down.

Both of them looked content, relaxed, and were sporting hickeys. Her scarf always let it show when she leaned forward and Elliot's had no place to hide.

Olivia had probably done that on purpose.

"We…Liv and I, we're…we're going to need new partners." Elliot started.

"And no, it's not like the Gitano thing and the Oregon thing. It's for something positive this time. Well, 98% positive."

"Where's the other two percent?" Elliot asked her.

"In the court room with your nutty ex-wife.", she replied with a shrug.

"Hm…well, 98 is good. Basically, Cap, Olivia and I have decided to take our relationship to another level and since IAB hates us…"

"They hate you, not me.", Olivia corrected him with an arched brow.

"They hate you too because 9 times out of 10 when I'm in trouble, you have something to do with it. Don't give me that look. You know it's true."

Cragen could barely suppress his mirth as he surmised, "So, you want to switch partners. Okay. Elliot, you'll be working with Munch and Olivia, you'll work with Fin. Anything else I should know?"

"I got some legal stuff to deal with next week. Kathy and Kathleen…I'm going to need Liv with me."

The smile on her face finally broke through his professionalism and Don smiled.

"That's fine. Congratulations, you two. It's about damned time."

Both of them left with blushing faces and Don relaxed in his seat.

The extra paperwork would be worth the happiness of his kids.