AN: So sorry for the long delay. I've been at a conference and haven't had any time to write. So, here's an update, and maybe, just maybe, there'll be another one tomorrow! Thanks for all your continued reviews. I love them!

EOEOEOEO

Olivia looked out the window, but Elliot and Walt's boat was nowhere in sight. She went to look at her watch, when she realized she wasn't wearing it. Time seemed to have no place here, and she realized she hadn't even checked her phone over the past several days.

Olivia walked into her room and looked around, unsure of where she'd even left it. She saw it on top of the old bureau, still plugged into the charger. She retrieved it and the screen lit up, showing two missed calls…one from Nick and one from Cragen…and several text messages. They were also from Nick and Cragen…and one from Fin.

Olivia sat down hard on the edge of the bed, staring at the screen. She knew that if she read the messages, the real world would come crashing in and the private cocoon they'd been living in would be smashed to pieces.

The past few days had been like a dream…especially since she had convinced herself so long ago that fairy tales were never meant for her. But she was here, with Elliot, and it was like nothing she could have imagined. Even driving up here to confront him, she had never dreamed they'd end up here.

Elliot's whispered words came back to her.

I don't ever want to leave this place.

If only it was that easy.

Olivia ran her thumb lightly over the screen.

Maybe it could be…

Olivia was startled from her thoughts by someone yelling. She listened and heard it again. It was Elliot calling out her name, and she dropped her phone on the bed as she stood up. She hated to admit how anxious she was to see him.

The messages could wait.

Elliot saw Olivia come to the door, and he smile broadly at her. He had enjoyed fishing with Walt, but he'd been impatient to get back to Olivia.

He held up the stringer of fish he and Walt had caught. They usually threw them back, but Walt had suggested they cook them up, and he thought it sounded good. Olivia came through the door and he spent the next half a minute just taking her in. She was standing in bare feet, that bulky brown cardigan wrapped around her body and held with one hand as the wind whipped her hair. He watched as she tried to hold it back with her hand, but the wind was winning. And her smile…

He felt like that smile was just for him.

"Looks like someone's happy to see you." Walt said, breaking Elliot's reverie.

"Yeah." Elliot said, never taking his eyes off Olivia as she headed down the stairs and towards the dock.

"You know…" Walt said. "I don't know that I'm feeling much like dinner."

Elliot stole a quick glance back at Walt. When Walt had suggested they keep the fish, Elliot had invited him to stay for dinner. Walt had protested slightly, but Elliot knew how lonely the old man got, so he figured a little less time alone with Olivia would be tolerable. Walt had done so much for him. But now, as he turned and watched Olivia walk towards them, he had mixed feelings. Still, it was the right thing to do.

Elliot stepped off the boat. "Hey Liv. Will you tell Walt that he can't back out of dinner?"

Olivia raised her eyebrows, surprised to hear Elliot had invited the older man to dinner. She looked down at the line of fish he was holding. "Of course, as long as you're cooking. I don't have the slightest idea what to do with those."

"Really…" Walt said. "We can do it another time."

"I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here." Olivia said. "So, you'd better have dinner with us while you can." She saw the surprised look on Elliot's face, and she realized that while she had been thinking about reentry into the real world, Elliot obviously had not. She reached out and grasped Elliot's free hand, tugging him slightly closer. "I figured the fish must be biting today." She said, trying for a distraction. "You two were out a lot longer than I thought you'd be." She gave Elliot's hand a squeeze, trying to get the look of surprise off his face. He kept his gaze trained on her, but Olivia looked past him at Walt. "Come on in. You two must be freezing. We'll have something to warm us up, and watch Elliot cook for us." She squeezed Elliot's hand again as Walt finally acquiesced, and he looked down at her, giving her a strained smile. "OK?" She looked up at Elliot, trying to give him a reassuring smile.

Elliot knew Olivia was waiting for a reaction from him…that she was seeking come kind of reassurance…but her comment had really thrown him. Of course, he had known that they'd have to make some decisions on what their future held at some point, but the fact that she had put a timeframe on it meant she'd obviously been thinking about it.

I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be here.

"El?" Olivia repeated his name.

"Yeah…" Elliot looked back down at Olivia and squeezed her hand. He turned and saw Walt standing awkwardly on the dock. "Walt, we'd really love it if you could stay."

"Alright. If you insist." Walt cracked a smile. He brushed by Elliot and looped his arm through Olivia's, tugging her away from him. Elliot watched as they walked up towards the cabin, but he hung back for a moment, just watching as she walked away.

He could see it then. Olivia packing and getting in her car…driving away.

Going back to the city.

Going back to the job.

She'd want him to come with her.

The reality of that started to sink in. He supposed there was a part of him that already knew that, but he'd put it out of his mind. He didn't want to think about it.

He didn't know if he could go back…

"Elliot!"

He looked up and saw Walt standing on the porch.

"Those fish aren't going to clean themselves."

EOEOEOEO

The sun had set by the time they had finished dinner, and Elliot worried about Walt going across the lake on the boat. He offered to drive Walt home, and after a few refusals, Walt finally gave in.

Olivia couldn't keep herself from looking out the window, even though she knew she'd hear his truck when he pulled in. Elliot had seemed anxious during dinner, and she knew it was her fault. She hadn't meant to upset him with her flippant comment to Walt, and she wished she'd had a moment alone with him before he'd taken off to try to assure him or ease his anxiety.

Maybe tonight wasn't the night to talk about tomorrow and beyond.

Olivia saw headlights sweep across the yard, and she pulled back, letting the curtains fall back into place. She went to the door and opened it as Elliot pulled into the yard, relief coursing through her. It wasn't that she had worried he wasn't coming back…she just didn't like this unsettled feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"Hey." Elliot said as he walked up. Olivia looked anxious, and his first thought was that something was wrong. He rushed up the stairs a little faster. "What happened?" He asked in a rush.

Olivia shook her head lightly. "Nothing." She pushed herself into his body and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I just missed you." She lay her cheek against his chest as Elliot wrapped his arms around her, and he smiled.

He kissed the top of her head, surprised and pleased by her sudden outburst. "I missed you too." He started to move their combined bodies inside the door. "C'mon. It's cold out here." Elliot kicked the door closed behind him.

Olivia pulled away slightly once they were inside, and she ran her hands up his chest. She looked up at him and was unnerved by the same look in his eyes that she'd seen at dinner. It was a look of anxiety laced with just a little bit of fear. "El…"

Elliot put his hands over hers, stilling them against his chest. Whatever she was going to say, he didn't want to hear it. He slid his hands down her arms until he was grasping her biceps. Before he even realized what he was doing, he turned them around and pushed her up against the door. It rattled on its hinges with the sudden weight thrown against it, and he heard a small gasp of surprise escape Olivia's lips. He didn't give her a chance to ask any questions or even protest before he crashed his mouth against hers. He kissed her with intensity…all his anxiety and uncertainty channeled into the act. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into the recesses of her mouth, and he heard her making sounds as he ravaged her mouth with his. But he couldn't stop…he wanted to stop the thoughts in his head and just feel. He wanted to lose himself with her.

Elliot shrugged off his heavy coat. Then he ran his hands up her body and grasped her cardigan, pushing it roughly off her shoulders. He ripped his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her jaw and her neck…nipping at the skin lightly with his teeth…sucking and teasing her skin…marking her. He worked his way down her body, teasing her peaked nipples through the material of her t-shirt until he was on his knees pulling up the material. He felt Olivia brace her hands on his shoulders as he placed open mouthed kisses on her abdomen. He pushed the shirt farther up her body as he made his way back up her body. He took her lace clad breast into his mouth and he heard a long, low moan escape from her as she dug her fingers into his shoulders.

The sounds she was making heated his blood and he felt frantic with need. He reached for her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly. As he released her breast, he stood up and grasped her lips with his again, hearing her head knock against the door. He knew he was being a little rough with her, but she wasn't asking him to stop…

He slid his hand roughly down over her breast and then her stomach…until he reached her jeans. He felt the lace of her panties, but he didn't hesitate as his fingers pushed beneath the rough material and through her folds. He could feel the effect he was having on her as he teased her entrance as the back of his hand pushed against the confines of her jeans. He felt her body jolt slightly as he slid a finger inside of her…then another…and her body constricted against the intrusion.

Elliot ripped his mouth from hers and buried his lips near her ear. "Olivia." He said her name heatedly.

Olivia heard the roughness in his voice…the tone deep…dark. She didn't know if it was an apology or if he was asking for some kind of permission, but he was pumping his fingers inside of her right now and she had no voice. There wasn't anything gentle about it, but she trusted Elliot implicitly. She knew he wouldn't hurt her.

Elliot flicked her clit with his thumb and Olivia lost it. Her hands left his shoulders and she slapped them hard against the door. The loud sound rattled around the room as she tried to clutch at something…anything. The movement of his fingers and the pressure of his thumb…just the intensity of his actions…his raw desire…all of it was threatening to send her over the edge. She wanted her jeans off now.

"Elliot." She strangled out, thrusting her hips forward. "Fuck." She swore.

"That's the idea." Elliot said roughly in her ear. He bit down lightly and then ran his tongue down her neck until he found a sensitive spot on her neck. He sucked at her pulse point and he could feel her body trembling. But he was going to be a selfish bastard…he wanted her to come with his cock buried deep inside of her. He pulled his fingers out quickly and Olivia gasped out a complaint at the sudden change in direction. He covered her mouth with his and drown out any other words from her, kissing her hard as he pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips. He used his foot to drag them to the ground. He released her mouth then and took a step back to pull his shirt over his head. He saw her eyes open at the loss of contact, and he saw her own lust mirrored his. Her skin was flushed, and her breathing was erratic, and he realized just how fucking deep in he really was. He didn't just love this woman…

"Elliot." Olivia reached for him.

The sultry tone of her voice made him throb with need. He shucked off his jeans and his underwear, and then he pinned her against the door again, knocking her knees apart slightly with his. She gasped slightly has he pressed his erection…hot and hard…against her. He framed her face with his hands, looking deeply into her eyes. "This is it for me Olivia." He said. "You and me…"

Olivia reached up and pulled him to her, sliding her fingers around the back of his head. As she ghosted her lips over his, she repeated his words, laden with emotion. "You and me."