A/N: Unison

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It was Olivia's head that popped up first at the sound of his voice, her eyes that widened and then narrowed first, her temper that flared first. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Dean twitched, then smirked as he took a step forward. "My lawyer suggestion I drop this off in person." He waved a check in the air like a small flag, taking another step toward her. "Do you forgive me?"

"For following me home from work, following me to Kathy's house, following me back from there, and slamming into Elliot's car?" she asked, a sarcastic and accusing tone in her voice. "Let me think about it for a second..." she doesn't really wait at all. "No."

"Oh, come on, Olivia!" he barks, rolling his eyes. "You know you would have been just as jealous. Besides, I know now that what was between you to was just..."

"Porter," Elliot interrupts, his voice sounding gravelly, almost like a growl, "You have three seconds to drop the check and get out of here before I so something that I...well, I wouldn't regret it, but we're in the middle of a police station, so it would be a bad idea."

"Is that a threat?" Dean asked, turning around.

Elliot's jaw tightened. "Yeah." He nodded once and took a menacing step forward. "I always follow through on my threats."

Dean tilted his head. "You're still together?"

Elliot chuckled. "Even if we weren't, I wouldn't be nice to you. Give me the check and get out, and the next time you want to talk to her, go through our lawyer."

"Oh," Dean scoffed, "You have a lawyer? Together?" He turned to look back at Olivia with a scowl on his face. "You share a lawyer with this asshole?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "We've had the same lawyer for years," she griped. "And since we were both in the car, it's the same case. We filed the claim together, so you..."

"Right," Dean snapped. "Whatever." He thrust the check into Olivia's palm. "You're running out of time, Olivia. I'm only gonna wait for this to fail for so long, then you're gonna lose your chance to come back to me."

Olivia folded her arms again, the check folded in her left hand. "Oh, darn," she said dryly. "Whatever shall I do, then?"

Dean scoffed, turned and made a face at Elliot, and said, "It might be good for you to know that I saw your wife out with someone last night."

"Ex-wife," Elliot corrected. "And I don't care what she does."

"You should care," Dean said with a newly grown smirk. "She was with Ed."

Elliot's face fell. "Tucker?"

Dean chuckled. "Yeah," he said. Then he turned and said, "Guess he's finally over you, Olivia."

Olivia made a small gagging noise. "Thank God for that," she mumbled. She looked up at Elliot just as Dean began to whistle in victory and leave the squad room. "You okay?" she asked.

Elliot nodded, then asked, "Since when does Tucker have a thing for you?"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled as she handed him the check Dean had given her. "You know," she said. "It wasn't a reciprocated thing, obviously, and he hated you a bit more because I guess he knew...he knew that..."

"Right," he interrupted. "Can we just get back to work?"

Munch, leaning on Fin's desk, made a relived noise. "Thank you! I was just gonna suggest that myself."

The room broke out into soft laughter, and Olivia sat down in her chair. She had a bad feeling that the short visit from Dean Porter, and everything he said, had somehow shifted Elliot's mood and his emotions.

It was a feeling she hated with everything she had, but one she just couldn't shake.

"Quiet," he mumbled, lifting the icy bottle of beer to his lips. He sipped and glanced at Olivia, quirking an eyebrow up as he looked across the couch.

She shrugged, ran a hand through her hair, and said, "Your kids are with Kathy for the weekend."

"I meant that you're being quiet." He sipped his beer again, put the bottle down, and leaned over her. He dropped his lips to her neck and smirked. "Let's see if I can get you to make some noise," he chuckled.

Olivia, though, backed away from him and raised an eyebrow. "Really? You're just gonna jump right to..."

He sighed loudly, frustrated and exhausted, and said, "Well, I don't really want you to say what I know you're thinking, so...yeah, sex seemed like the better option."

She scoffed. "What do you think I..."

"I don't care, Liv," he snapped, looking at her sternly. "I don't care that she's dating, and I don't care that it's Tucker. Hell, I don't even know if it's true. You know Porter could have just said it, thinking it would bother the fuck out of me. But it doesn't. What bothers me is that you think it bothers me."

She lowered her eyes and shrugged again. "She was your wife, and he's our boss, technically. You have a right to be bothered."

He moved an arm, cupped her chin with his hand, and whispered, "It would only bother me if it was you. What does that tell you?"

She smiled softly and nodded, letting go of the tension that had built itself up in her neck. "I just...I need to know if we're on the same page here, El."

"Mine," he whispered, kissing her lips gently. "You're mine." He wrapped his other hand around her neck and pulled her close to him. "This, you and me, is it. Endgame." He squeezed the back of her neck softly, working away the last vestiges of tension. "Is that the page you're on?"

She kissed him gently and nodded. "Pretty much," she whispered, rolling into his touch, as if begging him to squeeze just a bit harder.

He smirked and gripped her neck a bit tighter, clenching his rough and strong and releasing, a pulse-like rhythm. "Baby," he whispered, looking into her eyes, "Whatever you want, whatever you need, you have to know that I want and need the same things. Always."

She said nothing as her head dropped forward slightly and her lips touched his. She let him take the reins, let him control the kiss, the depth and force, the speed and movement. It became one of the slowest, roughest kisses they'd ever shared in a matter of seconds.

He slipped his hands down her body, wrapped them around her waist, and he left her into his lap. He kept one hand splayed on her back as the other reached for her wrist. Still kissing her, slow and hard, he moved her hand down to his belt buckle, silently demanding she get to work.

She moaned into their kiss as she pulled the strap of black leather through the metal clasp. He was working just as fast on her black slacks, she felt him tugging and pulling, and he nipped at his bottom lip as she rolled her body against his.

He pressed into her as he got his hand into her loosened pants, and he struggled to get them low over her hips without breaking his kiss. "Liv," he moaned. "Fuck, Liv, I need you..."

She nodded as she kissed him deeper, shutting him up. She lifted her hips a bit, and she realized she could feel his heart beat against her chest. It was keeping the same staccato rhythm as hers. Her moment of peace was interrupted, though, when he moved.

Pulling her up with him, he took large steps toward his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed, breaking apart from her for the first time, and he gave her a predatory look as he pulled his tie and shirt off, throwing them both to the floor.

Her breath hitched. He was is in a forceful and demanding mood, and she was in no mood to fight, so he would get what he wanted tonight. No matter how he wanted it.

He yanked down his black pants and boxers in one hard tug, and moved toward her, naked and fierce-looking. He got onto his knees and pawed over her with his hands, stalking toward her like a panther. "Shirt," he hissed. "Off."

She choked a bit, but moved fast, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it off to the side. "El?"

He grinned like a hungry fox. With one hand, he pulled her pants down the rest of the way. He chuckled, then, looking down, and he crawled just a bit higher before bending his head and licking, one long swipe, up her exposed slit.

"Jesus," she whispered, her head dropping back. Her hands flew to the back of his head as her eyes drifted shut, but she popped them open when she felt Elliot swat her hands away.

He looked up and shook his head. "Don't touch me," he barked. "Not yet."

She gave him a cockeyed look, but as he suckled over her clit hard, she let out a soft growl and gripped the sheets beneath her instead of his head. "Elliot," she ground out, almost a whine.

He laughed to himself as he worked her over, moving his tongue up and down the wet flesh before him, stopping to poke the tip of it into her waiting opening, and to suck and gnaw at her clit. He knew he was driving her mad, making her crazy, and he knew she loved it as much as he did.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight and was mere moments away from exploding, when he stopped. She opened her eyes, shocked, and stared at him. He looked proud, he looked smug, and he looked almost starved.

"You taste..." he began, moving up her body further, "Amazing." He kissed her, hard and fast, deep and rough, making sure she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and she moaned in response, gripping his back with her fingers and hands.

He moaned, then, too, and he slowed his kiss. He nudged her legs opened further with his knee, and he sunk into her, slowly pushing inside of her.

Their moans were low and soft, and in perfect sync they began to move. Changing from manic and possessive to slow and romantic, they lost themselves in each other, and they moved and loved as they did everything else.

In perfect unison.

A/N: The kids come back from Kathy's with some news, and it might not be as easy to handle as Elliot claims. Review?