Then

December 2015

That night, Everyone told her, and told her, she was the luckiest woman in the world.

They weren't wrong.

To be able to discover yourself at 40 was a beautiful thing. To be able to discover yourself at any point in your life was a beautiful thing, but for her- now- in this moment when everything was so rich with life, when she was just who and where she wanted to be?

She was lucky

Fortunate.

Blessed.

Her life couldn't have been more perfect, she told herself as she watched David laughing and dancing with Amanda that night. It was Christmas Eve and they had all been called to attend the Commissioner's Gala. She and David had been going regularly since they started dating but with the new strides they'd been making with rape-kit reform, the Commissioner wanted the entire squad there that night. She was glad for it too. She wanted all of her family to experience the decadence of this party. It was held every year in an upscale ballroom, brilliantly lit by dozens of chandeliers. At the tip of the grand staircase they had an enormous Christmas tree that would light up at the stroke of midnight. Garland was everywhere. And during the last dance they would let fake snow fall from the ceiling. Their first time attending, David had kissed her in the middle of it, all but vowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.

A smile curved her mouth, her eyes becoming darkly dreamy as she recalled how it had felt to be in his arms just a few minutes before. The way he had held her close to the strength of his body, his kiss at her ear. He was dying to tell everyone about the baby, she knew, but she warned against it. Christmas Eve would've been magical but with so many of her superiors in the room she knew the minute word got out, calls would be made to have someone take her place, well before she was supposed to be on maternity leave. Ridiculous, patriarchal, and archaic but unavoidable.

Thankfully, he didn't fight with her about it, and besides, he knew she enjoyed keeping the secret just between them. Though it was hardly to be one for much longer. She was starting to show.

"You alright there Lieu?" Sonny asked leaning over her with a breadstick hanging out of his mouth.

This child.

If his mother weren't alive, she'd have to laugh. "Come here," she smirked. He knelt down beside her and she brushed the crumbs from his chin. "You're getting yourself all dirty."

"Ah don't worry about it. It's an old suit. I wore this to the junior prom."

Of course he did.

"Can I get you something? You barely touched your dinner. What's the matter with you. You alright?" He repeated, coming to sit by her side less than gracefully.

Out of all of her squad, Sonny was her favorite. Her history with Fin ran deep. They'd known each other for years, and he stood by her. He was family- that was a given. But the rookies. Out of all of them, Nick, Amanda, Dodds jr. Sonny was her favorite. A little too naive for the brass sometimes, but he was one of the best guys she knew. Always so concerned and so loving. And when it came to cases he was like a raging bull. Went non stop until they got the bottom of the story. He had no tolerance for lies or games. Just completely head on. Which was surprising to see the first few times. At the precinct he was so jovial. Always with the donuts and the ties.

"I'm fine Carisi."

"You're old man wearing you out?" He smirked, chin up, teeth bare.

For the first time in her marriage, her answer was no.

"He's been better."

"Oh good. We were starting worry. All of us were getting ready to chip in for physical therapy. You know like a midday massage."

"No thanks, that's alright." She laughed behind her frowning brows.

He started picking on other people's plates.

"So what do you think of Rollins?" He asked, stabbing a fork into a plate of lobster macaroni and cheese.

"What do I think of her?" Olivia arched her brow.

"Yeah? You know. I worry about her. She's a little this, little that," he stretched his hand out and gave it a shake.

He was killing her tonight.

"All over the place?" She quipped.

"No, I just mean you know, she's a little antsy I think."

"Amanda's just figuring things out. She needs time. She needs to feel liberated, and not held back."

"Oh, absolutely." More lobster. "But she's you know...on her own with Jessie and the dog."

"She's got it." Olivia pressed.

"All I'm saying is, someone should be looking out for her. She's got no compass. Nothing holding her to the ground. You think that's fair? If I just stand there and watch her with this goon and then the next? Watch her get heartbroken and walked all over? No. That's not right. What kind of friend would I be?"

"Amanda isn't that kind of woman, and I think you know that."

"She walks out her front door, with her daffodil hair, and her lip gloss from aisle 2 just like every other girl from the bronx."

"She's trying to make a life for herself. You want to hold her back from that? Shoot down every guy that walks in the door, so there's no one else in her life?"

"Like she's got such great taste in character." He threw back a glass of wine. "Bunch of sleeze balls that only got one thing on their mind."

"Let her figure that out. She values your friendship, Carisi. Don't make it more complicated than it already is."

"Yeah you're right…She'd never go for someone like me."

"Carisi." Her voice dropped in the way it did when she needed someone to hear her. "Any girl would be lucky to have you."

And for the first time she started to think maybe this thing between Carisi and Amanda was different than what she and Elliot had. But this wasn't the setting or the time and place. They couldn't have this conversation now, like this. He deserved more. They both did.

"People only say that to guys who don't get the girl of their dreams."

She felt David's hand on her shoulder. "What are you two monkeys talking about?"

"Daffodils," they said in unison.

"Are you almost ready to go?" She was starting to say yes when an attendee had interrupted them by tapping on David's shoulder.

"Mr. and Mrs. Haden. The commissioner would like to speak with you at his table."

Olivia turned back to look at Carisi who was still forking into every plate. She could see Fin was on his way back from the bar though and trusted he would look after him.

She took David's hand and they crossed the room where the commissioner, chief Dodds, Lennie Briscoe, Jack McCoy, Adam Schiff and two senators from D.C. were sitting.

"David and Olivia," Jack smiled warmly. He was an old man everyone knew, but an old man everyone loved. Real traditional guy, by the book kind of guy. Lot of battle wounds from playing one too many rounds of hard ball, but undoubtedly the most honest man in the room. The state wanted to replace him with Hank Abraham if you could believe it.. The slimiest grease in the city. They all loathed the day, but until then, Jack was the King of the Crop.

Olivia leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks.

"Commissioner, it's always an honor. Thank you so much for having us." Olivia smiled. "Dodds, Lennie, Jack. Good to see you."

"What? Don't I get a hi or something?" Adam chinned up.

"Patience is a virtue Schiff." Olivia kissed him too.

She sat in the chair David pulled out for her. "I promised this kid three years in a row, I'd get her in front of some people to talk about this rape-kit nonsense. That's why I've asked you here tonight, senators." Olivia looked at the two unfamiliar faces at the table. "You've heard from her superiors that she is by far, the best of what this city has to offer, now I'm letting you see her with your own two fucking eyes."

"Four eyes," Schiff corrected.

The table snorted.

"Four eyes. Humbly excuse my grammar. It would mean a lot to the state of New York if you would listen to her now and perhaps explore this issue in your own jurisdictions."

Olivia blinked. Subconsciously taking David's hand in her own underneath the table, and he put his arm around her in his way to show her support. Neither of them saw this coming. They were really put on the spot.

"Wow, this is such a surprise…." She smiled, though it was obvious she didn't know where to begin.

David spoke up.

"The truth is senators, the issue of rape-kits has been on my wife's plate for sometime now. She's very passionate about her job. It's who she is. And when she can't follow through because our laws and jurisdiction have an expiration date, or because our state governments are underfunded it poses an issue. A real life threatening issue not just for victims but in the light public safety too. We can not express this enough. Rape-kit reform should be paramount on everyone's agenda. It's as simple as easy as that."

"What's the backlog number here in New York State?" One of the senators asked.

"We're still getting those numbers but it's well over a thousand." Jack spoke up. "In the city though, Olivia and David have personally been funding the testing of those kits and that number goes down significantly each year."

"I'm curious," Dodds said. "When did you realize this was an issue?"

"I was in my 12th year. I had a case with a woman who was going under an alias name she took on to protect herself. When we met, this woman confided that she'd been raped by the same man four times on four separate occasions over the course of 15 years. When we finally caught the assailant we were unable to imprison him because the statute of limitations and the chain of custody could not be preserved. Fortunately with this case we were able to get him on a kidnapping charge but without it, it's very likely this survivor would've been victimized again. And you know listen, whether you're in homicide or narcotics, we all have cases and assailants that get through loop holes and actively commit the same crime or more over the course x amount of years. But one way or another we see justice served. Unfortunately at SVU this is not the case. Even when we have the evidence."

"Look gentlemen, it's simple." David tailed off of her. "Find the funding. Test the kits. Because if you don't you're looking at serial rapists, serial offenders, more crime, more death. It's just not worth it. It's common sense. If we're taking the time to put someone in the system with fingerprints we should be taking the time to put them in the system with their DNA."

"It's a win win for everybody involved really." Olivia added. "Preventing the rise of serial rapists should be enough but if it isn't, by processing the kits it's possible that it can aid to cases outside of sexual assault. It can exonerate the innocent or those falsely imprisoned for a crime they didn't commit. And where survivors are concerned, it gives them the chance to heal."

"That's an interesting backdrop to this administration. The president's trying to get a bill passed right now that's supposed to free criminals. We're in opposition." The other senator chimed in.

"This is different, Ed." Jack growled.

"My husband and I support the decision. With my experience I've seen a great deal falsely incarcerated, twice as many just for the color of their skin. What I've seen may not be enough to convince you but it should be enough to evaluate the situation. Which goes back to rape-kit testing. If they're going to let people out, don't you want to make sure it's the right ones?" Olivia replied.

Jack McCoy chimed in. "What about beyond rapists though? How many of them do you think they're going to sweep under the rug. Murderers, Robbers, terrorists. How many are they going to try and label under mental illness."

"You don't think people who shoot schools are sick?" She frowned.

"Of course they are but it takes more than insanity to pull a trigger. And you know that. And the disease starts somewhere. I mean it's crazy. And that's ironic. But it is. The opioid situation in this country is higher than it's ever been and they want to keep it on the streets."

"I lost a lot of kids fighting that shit." Schiff huffed. "That's what they do. They start 'em young. Oh yeah your kid needs this, oh yeah your kid needs that. These fucking kids are out here strung out at 10 and 12, and 13 years old. And then they go, oh yeah nothing's wrong with them. Then six years years down the line they walk into a store to buy a gun, put 'em prison, and now you're telling me that they're fine? They're just supposed to come out and lead normal lives? What are you fucking kidding me?"

"Well I have no doubt commissioner, that my gorgeous wife will keep us safe." David pulled her closer.

"Yeah god bless the fucking NYPD. Bunch a knuckleheads out there." Lennie chuckled.

"She got any pull with these tax regulations? What are you pulling these days? 2 million in taxes?" Adam asked David.

"I'm international. They tax me at home and at the border. I'm looking at anywhere between 8 and 10 in taxes."

Dodds shook his head. "It's unbelievable. How do they do this? How do they expect businesses to thrive in this country? They want these immigrants to come in here, and there's no business for them to do. They got no place to go but the streets."

"And yet, the wheel keeps on turning," The commissioner threw back his scotch.

They stayed at the table for another twenty minutes at least, and by the end of it both senators promised to set up meetings in Washington. Olivia was doubtful, but David stayed positive.

"One more dance before we go?" He asked as they approached the ballroom floor.

She agreed, letting him pull her into his arms so they could sway together.

"Well that was progressive," he said, once they got going.

"Yeah, but will it go anywhere?" She asked her thoughts and spirit permanently elsewhere.

"Of course it will. All 50 states. We just have to get people talking about it."

"It's not that easy."

"Of course it's not, but it's a start. And you'll see. This time next year, things will be different. For all of us." She started at him. "Cosa c'è che non va? What's this look?"

"I'm just thinking about you."

"Dirty things I hope."

"Everyone told me tonight that I was so lucky. Where does it end with you?"

"Why so curious? Are you longing for disaster?" He smiled, though he was frowning.

"No. Of course not, I just…I'm not a lucky person. Good things don't happen to me. One way or another something always goes wrong."

"That was before you met me." He nuzzled her face, but she hadn't changed. From where they were dancing she could see Carisi staring at Amanda at the bar with another guy.

"I want you to promise me. You're good at promises so promise me that whatever it is that's coming, you won't leave me. Promise you won't let go."

"I would follow you into hell, and you know that. You're my woman. I know you are doubtful of such things, but I believe in God. They say when he made Eve he took a rib from Adam. That always humored me. You need your ribs in order to breathe. And if you are not breathing you are not alive. You're my rib. My heart, my everything. I love you. I need you to go on. Don't you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you? That I would never leave you."

That was all good in fine, but she was waiting for him to say the words. Because Carisi had gotten up from that table and intervened between Amanda and the new guy she'd talking to.

She'd been there before. He needed to say it.

"Promise me," she pressed.

"I promise. Do you promise me the same?"

Of course she did. He was right about needing each other to survive. For her it was the same. They were missing parts of each other. Together they were complete. She couldn't imagine her life without him. Not even one second into the future.

They were in this for the long run. Always. No matter what. He was the one true love of her life. Not to mention he the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She wasn't going anywhere.

"I promise. Now take me home."

And like she knew it would, that night, Christmas came early.

She was grateful for it too. Marisol, and the kids had slept over and those little rascals were up at first light to open their presents.

She leaned closer into David's arms hearing their light pattering up and down the stairs. He held her. "It's quarter after 6..." he told her coarsely. She whimpered, her body still weak with sleep. "Do you want to stay here, and get more rest?"

"...No," she got out. Kissed him. Rolled him on his back. "I'm up."

"Merry Christmas," she pecked above him.

"Merry Christmas," he smiled. She strummed his cheeks with her thumbs. Their first Christmas together as husband and wife. She had to say, it was kind of nice. Wanted to take it in, and apparently so did he.

"Now?" she laughed. He was dry humping her, like the sexy boyfriend who couldn't get enough.

"You're pregnant, and horny. Don't deny it," he grinned kissing the inside of his neck.

"They're going to open their presents without us!"

"I want to open my present too," he begged, lifting her slip for him to feel and touch. His hardness starting to grow against her thighs. She spread her legs wider for him. He was right.

She was horny.

"It's our first Christmas together," he whispered, letting his hand stroke her back underneath the silk of her slip. He kissed her deeply, feverishly, with the hunger she loved.

She felt him press against her folds, and despite her better judgement started to grind against his body. Letting herself get worked up over just the tip!

"Liv?"

A current went through her skin that shook her so hard she jumped off him. Ed? Was that Ed?

"Yeah!" she called out.

"The kids are waiting for you. Marisol wants to know if you want tea." David groaned, falling back into the mattress.

It was him. Her heart was palpitating.

"Ok! I'll be right there!"

She waited until she heard his footsteps receding from the door.

"Did you know he was here?" she frowned, though she was in a panic.

"Of course not. She must've snuck him in while we were busy last night." He brushed the hair out of her face. "Just a second more."

"And you would've been inside me. Later," she promised, taking his hands in hers and kissing his fingers gently, before untangling them and going into the bathroom to clean up.

They made it downstairs just in time to see the girls open their gifts. "Zia!" Isabella cried, running and jumping into her arms.

"Be careful," David warned, though the damage was already done.

"I'm fine, baby," she promised as she hugged the youngest tight in her arms, planting kisses all over her face. "Merry Christmas, my love." And then again, kneeling down to do the same to Mia. "My beautiful girls."

"Buon Natale, Olivia." Marisol kissed coming up behind her.

"Buon Natale," she gleamed back.

"Your so damn cute," David gruffed behind her, before picking up Mia, tickling her hard in his arms.

"Zia, look what Babbo Natale gave me," Isabella said, wiggling out of her arms to hop on her new bicycle.

"I see! I see!"

Mia took her hand and led her into the pile of Christmas presents. "Ho una nuova bambola e nuove scarpe, una casa delle bambole..."

Olivia gasped theatrically seeing the new dollhouse David bought for the girls. "Ti piace?"

Mia nodded throwing her arms around her.

"David, Merry Christmas." She heard Ed say. She tore her eyes away from the children and stared at the interaction. David was taller than Ed. Bigger in every way. Shoulders. Arms. She had to admit it was funny looking at the two of them in comparison, but she was ready to defend Ed if he needed. Marisol crowded to her side with nervous fingers pressed to her lips.

David didn't say anything.

Just stood there looking at him. And right when the two women thought he was going to punch Ed in the jaw. Right when Ed was getting annoyed and started to walk away, David offered his hand. "Merry Christmas." He rasped. Even adding, "Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

Olivia and Marisol both sighed in relief.

"Madre de dio," her sister in law muttered. "I thought he would kill him."

But he hadn't. Both men ended up laughing together all morning after the kids opened their presents.

The girls each got new bicycles. Paint sets. Barbies and barbie houses. Designer clothes. Baby dolls. New jewelry and legos. Lots of toys and games that they would spend hours playing with into the day.

Anna Maria called shortly after while they made brunch, and to her surprise didn't care to speak to anyone except for her.

They talked for at least two hours, talking about the holiday, David's childhood…

"I told you she loves you," he said once they hung up.

"Because I'm giving her a grand baby."

"Yes. And because now you two have something in common." He circled her bump and leaned in to give her a quick kiss and together they sat down over breakfast. After they ate it was the adults' turn.

For Christmas she and Marisol privately exchanged recipes that Olivia wanted to try and jewelry that Marisol wanted to wear. With David's money though they spared no expense gifting each other fur coats and designer shoes.

One in particular that made an encore that night in David's office. It was getting late, an hour or so after dinner. Marisol was in the shower, the kids were sleeping, Ed had gone home…

She walked in on him typing emails, making a point to lock the door and close the blinds behind her.

"I take it you like the coat," he said, as he continued to type.

"Are you kidding, I love it." She walked over to his desk, and sat in the chair across from him. He looked at her. Bit his knuckles and rolled his eyes.

In addition to the fur coat she was in high heels and the diamond necklace he bought her.

"Jesus fucking christ. Give me five fucking minutes. Just five fucking minutes and I swear to God I'll tear that shit off you with my teeth."

"David it's not the coat's fault I have great legs. And besides, it's Christmas," she said as she started to undo the buttons. "You shouldn't be working on the holiday." She showed him that she was completely naked underneath, and then spread her legs like it was fucking Basic Instinct. "Especially when your wife hasn't given you her gift yet."

She started to play with herself and his face went a deep red, and he leaned back away from the keyboard, enjoying the view. She was glistening in front of him. The fingering action was hot, but she knew what really got him off was her eyes. Her lips. Both of which were filling with lust.

"You know if you were going to give me sex for Christmas, you should've at least let me open the coat."

She arched her brow. "You don't think I'm that tacky do you?" She didn't want him to answer that. "Open your drawer on the left."

He did it without tearing his eyes away from her. She imagined his fingers caressing the wood and paper the way he would touch her pussy and she felt a flare of heat flicker inside her. She wanted to go faster. Harder. But he was never going to take the gift seriously unless she stopped. So she got up and walked over to him digging her hand in the drawer with his. She found the coarseness of his skin first and led it gently over the box she'd hidden last night after they made love. Again, careful not to break eye contact.

He locked their hands together around the box and pulled her closer with this other hand so they could kiss. And then she hung over his chest and shoulders by his ear so he could open it.

A vintage, one of a kind Rolex, with an engraving on the back.

"To David. I'll love you until the end of time, Liv."

She felt him smile. "Do you like it?" She whispered.

"I'm never going to take it off. Come here." He pulled her down to kiss her again.

How had she pulled it off? Being a cop has it perks. Save enough lives or the right ones, some people like to share their thanks.

"Put it on me," he pleaded.

She came back to his front and took his wrist in her hand, unclasping his old watch so she could place the new one.

It fit perfectly on his wrist. She leaned into him kissing his lips again. "You are the love of my life. My rock and my shield. I can get through the day, and face whatever I need to face because I know you're behind me. Your love is all I'll ever need. Thank you for choosing me baby, and for giving the family I've always dreamed of having."

He grabbed her body through the jacket and held her close in his arms. "I wish I could give you more. You deserve everything, Liv. You're the sun. You're my heart. Until the end of time."

He kissed her.

"Hurry up and finish." She smiled as their lips broke. "I'll be waiting."

But his fingers were already tugging at his tie.

They'd gotten dressed up for Christmas dinner. He was in a full on suit.

"No." He said. "I want you now."

He picked her up with one hand and placed her on the table, gently leaning her back as they kissed. He groaned in her mouth feeling her hands start to peel off his shirt, her legs that he loved so much hugging him close.

She whimpered feeling him touch them, before tenderly holding them up to her chest while spreading them apart. He came off her lips, and looked into her eyes and she felt her entire body go warm.

The way he looked at her always undid her. David was never afraid to tell her how much he loved her. How much he cared. He would say it over and over again until it was engraved into her skull. Until she knew without a doubt. That what he was saying was true. But still. Words are just words. And yet, when he looked at her, everything was so honest in the face. All of his truths about loving her were thick in his eyes. His heart so evidently shining through.

It got her off every time.

Her brows contorted, feeling him suck deeply on her neck.

Lower. Her breasts which could only take a few kisses here and there.

And then finally.

Finally.

Her pussy.

She gripped his hair, the table, the sleeves of the coat, anything she could to gain leverage. With his mouth kissing and sucking her clit so good she was out of her mind with lust. She tried moving her hips into his mouth for more, but he held her down so tightly. She had to fight him, in order to move. And even that was controlled. Slow.

She closed her eyes feeling her breasts pinch. Everything he was doing so erotic. To the point that all she wanted was his cock. "Please baby," she begged.

He ignored her.

Instead keeping his slow torturous assault on her clit at a minimal controlled pace. Getting her so wet, she couldn't tell if it was his tongue or his fingers that were stroking her so wonderfully. Building her up to an orgasm so strong that she started to white out.

She was getting close.

The room filling with her moans.

Only then, when she was at her peak did he start to let go. Allowing her at last to hit his lips where she needed. She came fast. Hard. Breathless.

A thin sheen of sweat breaking out on her skin. She went flush, feeling her orgasm take her. So flush, she could barely hear him when he said, "I need you."

She quickly gathered herself and knelt down on her knees pulling off his belt before pulling his pants down. His cock springing free at last. She'd been wanting to taste him all day!

She stroked him a few times, looking up at him.

Feeling his fingers stroke her hair. Feeling her nipples pinch harder. So turned on that it physically hurt to not have release. Her eyes staring up at him. She felt the blood straining against her fingertips, as he got harder, and harder.

She sent her breath on him first and then kissed him, her lips pressing against the head of his cock until they opened taking him into her mouth. She moaned feeling her mouth fill with his precum.

She ran her mouth up and down sucking hard. Tasting. Licking. Loving every moment of it. Eager for him to fill her mouth. And he did. His length was one thing and his girth was another but she could suck him. And she couldn't wait to have the sweet creamy taste of him run warm down her throat. She moaned, sending vibrations against him

She hit the back her of throat against his head going minutes without air so a line of spit would come up, how he liked. And did it ever. A slippery white string from her lips to his cock branched out when she came up to breathe.

He was going crazy.

Saying a litany of things in Italian, too soft for her to hear.

Then again, and again, until he was thrusting in her mouth. Until she could hear him moaning. Until he began to warn that he was close to cumming.

"Liv, I'm really- I mean it. I can't hold off any longer." She didn't care. "Shit, I'm going to cum!"

He held her head down on him pushing his cock farther than it had gone in a long time. She forced herself to relax and feel his cum against her throat. But the volume of it surprised her. He had completely flooded her mouth, the way he could flood her pussy, and she couldn't hold it.

He let her go and she stumbled back, only to be caught by his hand which held her in place to take the rest on her mouth. Her lips. Her chin.

"Fuck," he tapped his cock against her chin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god."

She swallowed some, let the rest fall out. And panted. "I want you inside me." She stroked him some more but it was unnecessary. He was still hard.

He stood them both up and peeled the jacket from her arms, before sitting her on the desk again. Without letting her lie down, he placed her legs on his shoulders and slid in. He moaned feeling how wet she was. How easy it was to slide in despite her tightness.

Her pussy was so juicy these days, it couldn't have felt any better, she thought, as he began to slam against her thighs. His hands firmly holding her by the ass cheeks to keep in place.

The room filled quickly with her moans, and cries.

Like she said.

She really wanted it.

"Oh god baby, cum. Make me cum. Keep fucking me just like that," she wept. "Fuck me harder. Love me harder."

It was rough.

He was rough.

His cock so far in, slamming so hard that she knew it was going to hurt tomorrow. Knew her pussy was growing red. Sore. Numb.

He fucked her vigor and intense speed until his arms gave out and she fell back against the wood breaking the rhythm. Her legs fell with her, but not before he kissed her feet.

Her eyes widened, as she watched him climb on top of the desk with her, and push her legs back.

There was no way. "We're going to break the desk."

He didn't care.

He rubbed his dick between her folds. Teasing her clit, muttering something in Italian.

He slipped back only this time going until he was almost sitting against her legs. Until he was balls deep, so she could have a view of his big cock stretching her open. Her folds split wide and clinging to his girth.

He used her legs as leverage to keep from falling over. His thumbs sinking deep into her skin. His cock sinking deeper.

She wasn't going to last long.

"Take my cock, just like that baby."

She started to cry it felt so good. The slow pounding against her cervix. The feeling of being so filled with him.

"Yeah, fuck me David." She begged. He had inches on her g spot. The length of him appearing and disappearing with every thrust. It was too much.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum! Shit!"

David slammed into her harder feeling her walls start to squeeze him.

"Yeah! Yeah! Vaffancu- Fuck!" He erupted like a volcano, harder than he had with the blow job. She felt the warm rush inside her as he rocked desperately from above.

And when he pulled out she felt every inch. Their bodies crashing down and tangling with one another. He leaned over her, and kissed her waistline, her torso, her breasts that were so sore from lactating, and then finally her mouth. Uncaring that he was devouring the mess he left. It was her he wanted.

Again.

He gently pushed her on her stomach and rubbed his cock against her ass. He gave it a slap, and spread her cheeks apart before eagerly sliding back in. Careful to put all his pressure on her shoulders.

"Cazzo di donna…seduttrice."

She yelped beneath him, weeping with pleasure. Their skin and sweat sliding together. Her pussy licking his balls with every thrust. The erotic feeling of his cum dripping from her lips and her pussy had her on cloud nine.

She fingered herself while he fucked her now from behind, playing with his semen. Rubbing it all over inside her. She wanted to be stained with him.

That was really dirty she knew, but it wasn't her. The pregnancy had brought this all out of her, and once she got started up she couldn't stop! Most women had cravings for food, but she had cravings for sex. More than even her tubs of banana pudding. Feeling David inside her, was all she wanted.

"You feel all that gushing out of your pussy? All that cum I left inside you? You want to feel it tomorrow don't you?"

"Yeah baby, get it in there," she begged. "Cum inside me."

He was slow this time. Building up an orgasm that was more for her than him. Holding out on his own needs until she was close before slamming into her with reckless abandon. Her ass cheeks jiggling against the rock, firmness of his abs.

He had steady rhythm with her right up until the very end. When she squirted all over the place. He followed right behind her cumming softly, almost like a kiss. The whole of her body conjured at last. Every hole filled.

He lifted her in his arms by the throat, and licked her cheek afterwards, kissing her so gently.

"You're trembling." He whispered, still moving inside her.

"Continuate così."

She turned around in his embrace, wrapping her arms around him kissing, holding, loving. "Make me cum, again." She sighed. His hands cupped her breasts and lingered on her heartbeat. The other roaming through her hair, down her back, over her front. Gently passing the slope of their baby while he licked the inside of her lips.

She gasped feverishly, feeling his fingers slip inside her. So wet. Sticky. Messy. "Right there," she sighed as she kissed him. "Right there..."

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" he whispered in her ear. "I love you. I love you. I love you..."

Two hours later they had finally retreated to their room. While she got some rest, David ran them a bath and now they were just sitting in the water, together. Half asleep, half lucid.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"This time next year the baby will be here for their first Christmas….I can't wait to spoil them the way we spoiled Mia and Isabella." She squeezed a load of water out of her cloth, and brushed David's arm with it.

"We'll be worse. Infinitely worse."

She kissed his hand imagining the thought with a smile. "So you made peace with, Ed?"

"He knows you're mine. He doesn't know you like I know you. You've shared more with me than you've ever shared with him. He can't hurt you. And he makes my sister happy."

"He's becoming apart of our family. That doesn't bother you?"

"Should it?"

"Of course not."

"Does it bother you?"

She shrugged. Ed and Marisol...it was weird. She wasn't going to lie. "I just thought when we broke up I wouldn't see him again. That I was ending another chapter in my life. And it was really hard...He loved me, it wasn't easy to walk away from that, and now he's here again."

"And so what? You miss him?" He hadn't said it defensively and she was willing to bet it was because they just shared so much together. She really hadn't left any room for doubt with him.

"I would just prefer not to have him around when I'm trying to make love to my husband. It puts me in a different place..." She also wasn't to thrilled to have to parade her new life in front of him either. Ed proposed. She said no. And now here she was giving her whole heart to someone else, right under his nose. It made her feel cruel.

David understood where she was coming from. "Don't apologize for being happy. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this. You are living your life. You deserve everything and more. Don't settle. Don't be afraid. So he wasn't the one for you. So what? He's happy. I think I make you happy...We're all on our own paths."

"...You're right." She said, soaping up her legs.

"So what did you get me?"

"I'm tacky, I just got you some dick," he echoed from earlier.

She laughed harder than she should have.

"It's underneath your pillow," he kissed her. "I thought you'd wake up and feel it, but with all this sex you keep wanting to have." He hugged her, biting her ear. "You can open it when we get out."

Olivia knew whatever it was, she didn't need it. She had everything she wanted right there in that moment. "I love you."

More so when she finally told Amanda, Carisi and Barba she was pregnant. She had her family. Everyone was alive and healthy, and happy and in love…That's all she wanted.

All the Christmas she really needed. All she wished for on New Years Eve. Her perfect holiday season.