A/N: When nothing in the world exists but you and the one you love, some things, and people, go unnoticed.

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"Okay, baby, step up," Elliot said, guiding Olivia to a window with her eyes closed. "Open 'em," he whispered.

Olivia opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she would see since they'd been in the elevator for quite some time. She gasped when she looked out in front of her. "My God, El, it's breathtaking."

"Yeah," Elliot said, looking at her. "The view's pretty cool, too."

Olivia rolled her eyes, chuckling, and looked at him. "I still can't believe you did this. Honey, you can see the whole city from up here, and the only thing you wanna look at is me? You have problems."

"My only problem is that we aren't naked yet," Elliot said with a low chuckle.

Olivia smacked him playfully in the arm, then turned to face the window again. "This city is so beautiful," she whispered, eyeing each sparkling light, and every Parisian building.

"Paris pales in comparison to you, Livvy," Elliot murmured in her ear, kissing her neck. "Ya know, they say if you make love to your soulmate at the top of the Eiffel Tower, you can feel the earth move."

Olivia blinked and felt Elliot's hands on her, sliding down the straps to the summery, breezy, dress she chose to wear. She looked into his eyes as he lowered the zipper, his hands sliding down her back, caressing as he unzipped, and he let the dress pool at her feet.

"I'm willing to do it up here as many times as it takes to prove that theory," Elliot said, dropping a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Olivia's eyes closed and her hand instinctively clutched the back of his head. She concentrated on his lips on her skin, and she smiled. One thing that had always amazed her, since she discovered it, was his duality. His soft roughness. His hands were strong, calloused, but when he touched her they felt like silk on her skin. His lips, that spouted rough, coarse, foul language, were like cool, moist pillows when he put his mouth anywhere on her body. His tongue, acidic and biting when provoked, was as hot, gentle, and comforting as could be when with her. He was a puzzle, that was it. The man was a double-sided puzzle, only complete with her by his side.

"Livvy," Elliot whispered, still running his amazingly soft lips over her neck and shoulders, "I love you."

Olivia forced her hands down to his collar, sliding his tie off, dropping it. "I love you, too, baby," she whispered to him. Then she unbuttoned the short-sleeved dress shirt he was wearing, shimmying her hand under the fabric to run over his hot, bare chest. Her fingers lightly traced the bullet wound just below his collar bone, and she gasped softly, remembering how dangerously close they'd come to losing each other. He dropped his arms and allowed the light fabric to slide away from his body. She moved to his black jeans, unbuckling the belt and pulling the zipper down. Kicking them off, Elliot wrapped his arms around Olivia, unhooking her bra, sliding it slowly off of her.

The blonde woman watching from the dark shadows near the closed door across the observation room took a few shallow breaths as she watched the scene before her unfold. She'd never seen anything so erotic, so amazingly hot, and so positively emotional in her life. She felt her heart race and her body began to react to what she was watching. She loosened her collar, and took off her black jacket, dropping it silently to her feet. "Touch her, Elliot," she whispered to herself. "God, just fucking touch her."

Elliot, as if hearing her, reached his hands out and grazed both of Olivia's nipples with his open palms. He caressed them, tweaked at them, rubbed them, and watched her eyes roll, her head drop back, and her mouth contort into a bitten together smirk. "I know what this does to you. You love it, don't you," he assumed, keeping up his actions.

Olivia moaned in deep pleasure, and nodded, her own hands running up and down his back. "God, yes," she whispered, her eyes opening and closing as her body ran wild with need and her core began to ache.

Elliot smirked, using one hand to guide Olivia to the floor and the other to remain as it was, teasing her left nipple. Once he had her flattened down, his left hand slid down her body, removing the pink satin and lace panties she wore. He tossed them to his side, where they joined her matching bra.

The blonde in audience moaned lightly, watching as Olivia was being brought to incredible peaks of pleasure from Elliot's attention on just her nipples. She whined a little as she saw Olivia's back arch when Elliot returned his left hand to her right nipple, and his mouth took hold of her left. She heard Olivia cry out and watched her buck her hips. "Holy shit," she whispered to herself, unconsciously unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. Her hands grazed her own nipples, and she bit her lip, her knees buckled. She wished she could feel an ounce of what Olivia was feeling. She watched the couple as heat rose within her.

"Livvy," Elliot Teased, pulling her nipple with his teeth, "You're gonna cum, you know that don't you? I'm gonna make you cum. From this alone," he whispered, sucking on the rosy bud in his mouth.

"Oh, God," Olivia moaned, her hips rolling beneath him, her nails digging into his back, noises of pleasure that sounded like pain being pulled from her throat. "Oh, El," she moaned, worming and writhing faster and harder.

Their voyeur was hoping for it, too. She wanted nothing more than to watch Elliot make the exquisite creature beneath him scream and cum and cry and yell his name. "Do it, Elliot," she demanded softly, her hands running over her stomach, which was tense with anticipation.

Elliot moved his mouth over to her other nipple, biting, sucking, flicking his tongue over it. His right hand was still toying with the one his lips had abandoned. He chuckled when he heard Olivia whimper, like a wounded cat. "Cum for me, Livvy," he demanded. He dropped a hand, easing it down to her slit. He ran one finger up the middle, just enough to tease her, and she bucked her hips madly and yelled his name. "You're so fucking wet, Livvy, I know you wanna cum." He sucked her nipple hard, keeping his finger near her slick center, but never slipping inside. He felt her tense, and he sucked harder, and that's when she exploded.

"Oh, God, Elliot!" Olivia cried, her head starting to thrash from side to side, her hips rising off of the floor, her nails breaking the skin of his shoulders.

"Yes, baby, yes!" Elliot encouraged.

"Oh, my God," the blonde watching whimpered to herself, her knees finally giving out. She dropped to the floor, unable to take her eyes off of Olivia and Elliot. She wasn't sure when her hand found its way into her black slacks, but she was glad it did. She watched their next move with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Elliot let go of her overworked, extremely sensitive nipples, and he yanked his boxers down and off. "Are you ready to feel the earth move?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He sheathed himself inside of her and cursed at the incredible feeling. "Oh, my God, Livvy," he grunted, staying still for a moment to enjoy the pulsing and squeexing she was foing around him. He hadn't quite given her enough time to calm down.

Olivia shot up, arching her back into a perfect curve and running her nails down his chest. "Baby," she cried, her eyes trying to focus on his.

The woman watching them felt herself, touching and teasing, and as she watched Elliot start to move she gasped. He was huge, and Olivia was taking him all in. These two were incredible. Her eyes widened when she saw Olivia rolling her body in an intraicate wave-like motion, driving Elliot not only deeper but crazier. He was cursing, crying her name, telling her he loved her. He bent over to kiss her and smoothed one of his hands over her belly, a silent acknowledgement of their child, and he drove in deeper but slowed down.

Olivia held his head down to hers and cried into his mouth. She moaned and returned every one of his "I love you's" with just as much feeling. Her left hand moved down his body, too, and slid around to rest over his on her belly. They linked their fingers, their gold bands clinking together. They moved, meeting each other thrust-for-thrust, feeling-for-feeling, and they came, violently and powerfully.

They weren't the only ones.

The blonde watching them had as well, and fell to the floor, on her stomach, still watching the astonishing couple before her. She gasped and shivered when her phone vibrated. She took a breath, and closed her eyes as she reached into the pocket of her unzipped, wrinkled pants. "Marlowe," she said quietly, pushing herself up and sitting against the wall. "Yeah, I found them. Been tailing them all day. No. No one. They're uh, they're enjoying themselves, yes. Have you told Kathy? Are she and Maureen safe? She is? She did? Well, that was unexpected. I will. Nothing will happen to them. Right. Bye, Don." She snapped her phone shut, closed her eyes, and tried to regulate her breathing as she buttoned her shirt.

In the closed off observation room, Elliot was still inside of Olivia, breathing slowly, but heavily, and kissing her languidly. "Did you feel it, Livvy?" he asked, kissing her. "Did you feel Earth move, baby?"

"God, yes," Olivia panted. "More than once."

Elliot nodded. "Me, too, baby," he whispered, beginning to move again. He heard her moan, deeply, and he kissed her again. "It's moved every time," he confessed. "I felt the Earth move when I met you, the first time I kissed you, the first time I touched you, the first time you touched me, the first time I felt what it was like to be inside of you," he listed, thrusting slowly. "The first time we made love, Livvy, I felt it. And every time since then."

"I know, baby," Olivia moaned. "I feel it, too. With you, I feel it. I feel everything."

Sitting against the wall, Jo had finished straightening out her clothes, and as she listened to them making love again, she sighed and closed her eyes, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she felt her world move a little, too.

A/N: Jo is protecting them, then? Maybe, but from whom? And a Parisian walk after dark, coming up if you want it! Click that button, faithful readers, and let me know! Follow TStabler on Twitter, too, TMG212