Sydney: Thank you! I'm so glad you love this story. ghettobabe510: Thank you. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I promise to have another one up soon. :) edge15684: Poor Liv. I bet she's glad they approved of her, too. :D Anna: You're welcome! And thanks so much for the review. E: You're welcome. Thank you for saying that I've captured them well. that means a lot to me. I'm sad about writing their goodbyes though. :( Elliotandoliviababies: There will be lots more bonding time for those two. :) Sidle13: I'm really sad about Elliot leaving, but at least there will be an opportunity for some letter writing for them. :) gemfinder360: I'm glad you love it. Yeah, most people are apprehensive about it. It's a little AU-okay, VERY AU. haha.

December 13, 1941

Elliot had tried to stay awake as long as he could that night because the longer he stayed awake, the more time he had with Olivia. They spent most of the night making love to each other and Olivia tried her hardest not to cry. As Elliot was inside of her, she thought about how they were literally connected at that moment and she couldn't help wondering if she'd be fortunate enough to feel that sensation ever again. She thought about the act of lovemaking itself and how even though she knew she was going to have an orgasm it wasn't her primary concern. The reason she suggested that they make love is because she wanted to feel Elliot and she wanted him to feel her, too. She wanted him to remember the way she tasted and what it felt like to be inside of her. She had never been with a man before Elliot and, in a way, she wanted him to claim what was his and remember that she'd still be his even though he was leaving.

The moment Elliot drifted off to sleep, Olivia got out of bed and began rummaging through her chest of drawers for something to give Elliot. It was customary for women to give a memento to the men in their lives who were leaving for war and since everything had happened so fast Olivia hadn't planned on what she would give to Elliot that would serve as the perfect reminder of her love for him. She thought about giving him a picture of her, but pictures didn't serve as a reminder of her love and, besides, she could always send pictures to him in the letters she would write. She had thought about a necklace but where would he keep it? Besides, she didn't own any necklaces that were of significance to her. Most of them were merely used as accessories and held no sentimental value. Olivia couldn't fathom giving Elliot something that had no sentimental value; it defeated the purpose entirely. Feeling nearly defeated, Olivia looked down at her right hand and wondered how she had forgotten about the ring on her finger. The silver ring, with a peridot stone, was surrounded by ten rose-cut diamonds that resembled flower petals. The ring had been in her family since the 1890s and it was her most treasured possession. It was her grandmother's engagement ring and she had given it to Olivia right before she passed away. Whenever she looked at the ring, Olivia was reminded of her childhood and the fond memories she had of her grandmother. At that moment, she closed her eyes and felt as if she was five-years-old again, sitting on her grandmother's lap as she read her a story. She smelled a combination of her grandmother's lavender perfume and Christmas cookies that she'd bake every year especially for Olivia. Olivia never imagined herself parting with this ring unless she were giving it to her future daughter, but she knew it was the perfect memento to send with Elliot. It held all of the memories of her past and her hopes for the future, all of which would now be shared with her husband, the only person other than Alex that she loved more than life itself.

Olivia finally managed to fall asleep at five in the morning, two hours before they were supposed to wake up. The alarm clock was a rude awakening for Olivia; its ringing served as a reminder that she only had two hours left with Elliot until his train was scheduled to leave. Against their better judgment, the two of them decided to shower together. Elliot held his wife closely underneath the falling water before Olivia pulled away. As much as she loved being in his arms, she wanted to look at him and memorize every detail of his body. She couldn't get over how perfect he was and how lucky he made her feel. He was the perfect husband, the perfect lover—the perfect man by most women's standards and he was all hers.

He deserves something special, Olivia thought.

She began to kiss her husband in order to distract him as she ran her fingertips along the inside of his thighs.

"Olivia, what are you—"

"Just feel me," Olivia said as she slowly got down on her knees.

They never broke eye contact as Olivia took his entire length inside of her mouth. With every stroke of her tongue, she felt a reaction from Elliot's body and she couldn't believe what she was actually doing. It wasn't the act of a proper young woman, but Olivia felt as if what she was doing could be justified—her husband was going off to war and she had no idea when she would be seeing him again. She never had any desire to go down on a man before, but Elliot brought something out in her. She had boyfriends in high school and even after high school who made her feel beautiful, but Elliot was the first man who ever made her feel sexy and desirable—like a real woman.

Olivia had no idea how good she was until she felt her husband get his release inside of her mouth. The taste and the texture were new to Olivia but, without a second thought, she swallowed everything he had given her.

"Your turn," Elliot said and lifted Olivia up. While she was still in his arms, he stepped out of the shower and made his way over to the bedroom. He gently laid Olivia on the bed no matter how much she protested.

"We have to get ready," she urged him.

"I'm not selfish," Elliot told her. "What you did deserves something in return."

"If you insist," Olivia said, trying to let Elliot think she was giving him his way. Before she could say another word, his skillful tongue was already getting put to use on her.

All of her energy was spent and Olivia had no desire to get out of bed afterward, but she was thrilled to see that Elliot was surprisingly energetic. When he leaned in and kissed Olivia, she tasted a new flavor on his lips and wondered if it was herself that she tasted.

"I love you," he said, taking her face in his hands and giving her a delicate kiss on the forehead.

"I love you, too," she said, trying not to cry.

It was now 8 o'clock and they were due to leave in half an hour. Elliot's bags were already packed and it took no time for him to get dressed, but Olivia was an entirely different story. Not knowing when she would be seeing Elliot again, she wanted to make sure she looked flawless because the way she looked that morning would be the image of her that Elliot would take with him. She had no time to curl her hair, so she decided to wear it straight. She grabbed an already-pressed burgundy dress from her closet and a matching burgundy hat with a black ribbon.

Seeing his wife double-check her appearance in the mirror let Elliot know that she needed some reassurance.

"You look beautiful," he told her, his arms now wrapped around her waist from behind.

"Do I?" she asked.

"Like a living dream," he reassured her. "You look more beautiful than any woman has ever looked and that's just one of the many reasons why you've made me the luckiest fella in the world."

"Oh yeah?" Olivia asked with one eyebrow cocked. "What are the other reasons?"

"Well," Elliot began, knowing his answer would get a response from his wife. "Your performance in the shower is another one."

Olivia was nearly rendered speechless. "Well, I never," she began, feeling her cheeks start to warm up.

"Now don't snap your cap," Elliot said and tried not to laugh.

"I'm no fuddy-duddy, Elliot Stabler," Olivia said, wagging her finger at him, "but I'm also no—"

"You're also not a what?" he asked before capturing her lips with his.

"Never you mind," she responded.

Before leaving, Elliot kissed his wife for as long as he could until she pulled away.

"What's the big idea?" he teased. "I'm going off to war, remember?"

"Going off to war is no excuse to miss your train," she told him. "Now there's something I want to give you."

Olivia slipped the ring off of her finger and placed it in the palm of Elliot's hand. She hadn't gone a day without it ever since she was 18 and she couldn't help but rub the part of her finger where her ring once was.

"I can't take this," he told her. "I know how much it means to you."

"That's why I want you to have it," Olivia insisted. "This is my most treasured possession and you—you're my life. Both of you better hurry home to me."

Elliot took his chain off and slipped the ring on it. "I'll think of you every time I see this."

"That means I'll always be on your mind," Olivia said playfully.

"I think it's time to go," Elliot told his wife. "We're supposed to meet my parents and the girls right now."

"As much as I love them, I want you all to myself."

"You've had me practically all to yourself for the past couple of days," he reminded her. "And you're going to have me all to yourself for the rest of our lives."

"After this war is over," Olivia pointed out.

"After this war is over," Elliot agreed.

"Now that we're in agreement, this is what I need you to do: go over there, defeat the Axis, and come home to me—to us," she said as she placed his hand over her abdomen.

"Sweetheart, you don't know for sure."

"Something feels different about my body," Olivia told him. "Or maybe it's just wishful thinking."

"It'll happen," he promised her. "Whether it's now or when I come back. It'll happen for us. We're going to have it all."

Olivia had been let down by other people's promises in the past, but there was something about Elliot that let her know he was sincere. They were going to have it all someday, even if it meant waiting a couple of years.

A/N: I decided to split their goodbyes into two chapters because I couldn't resist adding more EO goodness. I hope you don't mind. :)