Today, this story comes to an end. It started out almost as a smutty joke but has turned into so much more. It actually ends in the future ... It is January, 2017 as I write this, and Mike and Olivia's first anniversary is on July 29, 2017. :))
With Mike's untimely departure from the show, I don't expect to write another Doddson story any time soon. You are most welcome to reread this story and my two one-shots preceding it from time to time though, to keep Mike alive!
A big thank you to all my faithful and patient readers! And my apologies to those who now ship a couple that will never be ... I have become one of them myself! :(

I hope you will enjoy this last chapter.

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36.

Mike had pulled her up and into his arms, and had held her until she felt balanced enough to get up and find her clothes. Once they were both fully dressed again, Mike surprised her by not starting up the motorcycle again. In stead, he started walking, pushing the motorcycle.

"What are you doing?" she asked her husband, walking next to him.

"No need to start up again baby, we're already here."

Before she could ask him what he meant, Olivia saw a small cabin by the lake, just two hundred yards away between the trees. She pointed at the cabin and looked at Mike, who just grinned at her.

It was perfect. It was a small cabin, consisting of just a living room slash kitchen, a bedroom and a modest bathroom. There was a fireplace and Olivia had spotted tons of wood piled up outside the cabin, but they wouldn't need the fireplace on this warm day. Mike had parked the motorcycle behind the cabin and came in, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"You like?" he asked her.

"I like," she smiled. "How did you find this?"

Mike chuckled and released her, walking into the kitchen area to check out the contents of the fridge.

"Connections, my dear. And we're fully stocked, too."

Olivia walked up behind him and looked over his shoulder. The fridge was stocked with food and drinks indeed.

"You're not going to tell me?" she asked.

Mike turned around and told her as seriously as he could manage,

"I left my detective mode at home, Liv. I suggest you put it away as well."

Olivia sighed, accepting for now that he wasn't going to divulge his connections to her. She had a way of getting the information out of him that she wanted though, but that would be for later. First, they were going to make a fire outside and prepare some snacks. It was a beautiful evening and once it was dark, the clear sky would be littered with stars. Mike produced a blanket, suggesting they get out of their motorcycle outfits and put on something more comfortable. In the bedroom, Olivia found out that Mike had brought all the clothes they'd need and she slipped into a long summer dress and a pair of slippers. The fire as well as the blanket would keep her warm enough in the cooling evening air.

Mike had changed into jeans and a simple white t-shirt and was also wearing slippers, and when she joined him at the beginnings of their campfire, he handed her a beer. They sat together for a while, stirring up the fire until it was big enough to be left alone for a while.

"So, Mrs. Dodds," Mike said, looking at his wife's profile.

"So, Mr. Dodds," Olivia replied, wondering where this little conversation was going.

"It's been quite a ride, hasn't it?"

She understood that he wasn't referring to their motorcycle ride to the cabin.

"It has," she said, nodding and staring into the fire. "To think it all started with an innocent massage."

Mike grinned.

"There was nothing innocent about that massage, Lieutenant."

"Well, I didn't know that when you started, Sergeant."

They both chuckled and Olivia felt her cheeks flush, remembering their first time. She still didn't know why she had let herself go like that. It could have backfired on her big time. She'd felt foggy and aroused and had just followed Mike's lead.

"You must have trusted me," Mike mused, staring into the flames as well.

"I must have. I did. It wasn't exactly a habit of mine to do ... that, you know."

"It wasn't?" Mike asked innocently, and Olivia tossed the cap of her beer at him.

They both smiled and Mike leaned in to give his wife a soft kiss on the lips.

"I'm glad it all worked out the way it did," Olivia said. "I can't imagine my life without you in it anymore. Or without Anthony."

Mike wrapped his arm around Olivia's waist and she leaned into him, resting her head against his.

"I'm so glad you and Noah accepted me," Mike said. "I know you would never have given me a real chance if Noah hadn't been okay with it."

"True. But he loved you even before I realized I loved you too."

Olivia turned her head to kiss her husband, and he kissed her back tenderly. Just when she felt that familiar pull in her lower abdomen start, Mike pulled back. She frowned when she looked at him, and Mike smiled.

"Patience baby. I want to do this right."

"You were doing it pretty right on that motorcycle with me earlier Mike," Olivia said with a mixture of excitement and impatience in her voice.

"That was just an appetizer," Mike said huskily, and Olivia bit her lip.

He looked so handsome in the light of the setting sun and their little campfire. And the look in his eyes, that seemed darker now than ever, was almost predatory. Almost. Because his love for her would always shine through whatever he said and did.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a little strained with anticipation.

"First," Mike said, turning to face their fire, "we enjoy these delicious sea foods. We'll need the nutrition to keep our strength up," he added, raising one eyebrow and trying to keep a straight face while he looked at her and showed her what he wanted to cook over the fire.

Olivia suppressed a giggle and looked in the aluminum plate Mike was holding out to her. She had to admit that the chunks of fish and shrimp looked great. Mike also produced a bottle of white wine and some fresh vegetables to go with the fish, and soon they were happily moving their late night snacks around the aluminum plate that Mike was holding above the fire with a meat tong. They enjoyed feeding each other and drank their wine, reminiscing about their stormy affair that had turned into a serious relationship for life. When Mike leaned forward to lick some oil from the corner of Olivia's mouth, she thought it would finally be time for some exercise. All this talk about the different places where they had made love, had definitely gotten both of them in the mood.

"I was so proud on our wedding day," Mike mumbled against her lips, and Olivia smiled.

"Me too," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"And I still can't help falling in love with you," Mike said before kissing her passionately.

They both stood up, never breaking the kiss, and Mike scooped her up in his arms. Olivia laughed, finally releasing his lips, and held on as her husband carried her into the cabin. He kicked the door closed behind him, not bothering to lock it, and walked her straight into the bedroom. There was a modest bed there, not even a Queen sized one, but they didn't need much space anyway. Mike put Olivia down on the bed carefully and started kissing her slowly, leaning over her and not getting on the bed just yet.

Olivia grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him along with her as she dropped on her back.

"Impatient again, are we?" Mike grinned, and Olivia had no problem admitting that she was getting impatient.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, our official anniversary and I plan to sleep in until noon, so you better wear me out, Sergeant," Olivia said as sternly as she could manage before pulling him on top of her and then turning them around immediately so she was on top.

"I think I can do that," Mike answered, looking up at his wife.

"Are you sure?" Olivia teased, straddling his chest so he was pinned to the bed. "You are almost forty now, so ..."

Her playful comment had the desired effect, and Mike showed her how fit he still was. They took their time once they had stripped each other of their clothes, and hands, lips and tongues found all their sensitive spots. After Olivia had been cleared for all activities after Anthony's birth, they had quickly found each other physically again. Mike had teased her about the vibrator he'd found with the anal stimulator, which had led to some exploring of that 'other' side of sex. They had agreed that Mike was just too big for her to take back there, it just wasn't comfortable for either of them. But they had found good alternatives. And Mike had brought all they needed.

"You actually brought these," Olivia sighed when she saw what Mike hidden under her pillow.

Mike just grinned at her. He'd already made her come once with his mouth, but he had asked her to sit up on all fours and reach underneath her pillow. She was now looking at him over her shoulder, holding up one of their anal toys while taking a second one in her other hand. Mike was sitting on his knees behind her, rubbing her ass gently and waiting for her to hand him one of the toys.

"Which one do you want?" he asked her, his voice already sounding excited at the prospect of taking her from behind.

Olivia looked at the two toys and she didn't hesitate. The black one was short and thick while the purple was longer and thinner, with ridges up the length of it. She tossed the black one towards him and put the purple one to the side for later. She loved how the thick one filled her up while Mike filled her up even more, and she knew Mike preferred the longer one. She smiled when Mike leaned over her and placed small kisses on her back and ass. What they were doing was pretty kinky, but it was never just sex. With Mike, there was always love and tenderness, no matter how hard they were going at it.

Mike had scooted back and had dipped lower, and Olivia gasped when she felt his tongue between her slick folds. She was still tingly from her earlier orgasm and she could barely tolerate gentle touches right now. She needed him to be rough now, not gentle.

"Mike," she sighed.

He knew perfectly well what he was doing to her. His cock was twitching, more than ready to be inside her, but he didn't want to rush her. She needed to be ready again. He grabbed a bottle of lube and covered the black toy with it before sitting up again. He placed more kisses on Olivia's perfect ass and then licked her little hole, making it wet and receptive. Olivia groaned and he could tell she had to make an effort not to move, and to relax. She could be quite dominant and he expected her to turn the tables again soon, but right now, he was in charge.

"Relax baby," he said softly when he placed the tip of the black toy against her body.

Olivia breathed out slowly and relaxed consciously while Mike pushed the toy in. He lined himself up with her body simultaneously and his tip knocked her entrance while the toy went in. She wanted to say something but her breath caught in her throat. This was what it meant to trust someone. To trust a man so completely that he could do whatever he wanted with her. She knew he'd never hurt her or betray her trust and she gasped when she felt him push forward, going deeper while pushing the toy in all the way.

"You okay?" she heard her husband ask.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Liv. So much ..."

He moved back a little and thrust forward again, his right hand gripping her hip and his left hand on the black toy. Olivia groaned and Mike repeated the motion. She was incredibly tight this way and the toy stimulated both of them, not just her. He was more than ready to come but he needed Olivia to come with him. He knew it wouldn't take long. She was already gasping for breath, gripping the headboard of the bed for support and grinding into him while he fucked her. He sped up, the feeling of her body so tight around him making him feel lightheaded. He pounded into her, pushing the toy into her in the same rhythm. Olivia cried out and he knew she was close already.

Pleasure and pain. Just like it had always been with Mike. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. His cock was hitting her so deep that it was almost painful and the added pressure from the thick toy made her feel like she was going to explode with pleasure. No other man had ever made her feel this way. She had never trusted anyone this way. And when she felt Mike bottoming out and grow even thicker inside her, she knew they were both going to explode.

The cried out each other's names again and again as they came, long and hard. Multiple waves of ecstasy hit their bodies and declarations of love were mumbled when they gradually came down from their high. Mike removed the black toy from Olivia's body carefully and wrapped his arms around her waist, still intimately connected with her. Olivia dropped down to her elbows and rested her forehead on the pillow.

"I could stay like this forever," Mike said softly against the skin of her back.

"I need to lay down," Olivia replied honestly, making Mike chuckle and pull out of her carefully at last.

They lay down next to each other, Mike on his back and Olivia on her side in his arms. They looked at each other and smiled. This was their little world. This was the part of their life together that was none of anyone's business. It was their way of staying connected, of building and fortifying trust. They had a secret that tied them together. They would do anything for each other and they knew that nothing and no one would ever come between them. They had two beautiful children that they would do anything for as well. But for the rest of their lives, they would make sure to always make time for each other like this. To love and cherish each other and reaffirm their unwavering trust in each other.

Olivia Benson had found her happily ever after at last. She could never have imagined her life to turn out the way it had. She'd had dreams about possible futures for herself, and later for Noah and herself, but everything she had ever dreamed up, paled in comparison to the real thing. She was Mrs. Mike Dodds. Proud wife and mother of two. She was loved. She was happy. She was home.

THE END

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Epilogue

Because I really wanted to give you this last scene ...

"You good to go baby?"

"Yes. God yes!"

Olivia chuckled. Mike was sprawled out naked in front of her, his amazing body completely surrendering to her. She'd peppered him with kisses and had covered his body with her own, scraping her hardened nipples across his chest while kissing him deeply. Even at 'almost forty', as she teasingly called him all the time, he still recovered in record time after each release. His erection was already impressive again.

Now, she was sitting on her knees between his legs, and he was spreading his legs further for her. The purple toy was in her hand, already slick with her own juices. Mike had groaned when she'd used her own body to lubricate it in stead of the bottle of lube. But he was immobilized, handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. She'd used two sets of cuffs, so his arms were spread out as wide as his legs. His eyes were dark with lust and there was not a hint of worry in them. He trusted her. Her trusted her with his life, his body and his heart.

Olivia moved the toy to his little hole, testing to see if he was ready. He was. His cock jumped up when she started pushing the toy in. He liked the long one, he'd told her. He liked the feeling of being filled up and each time she pushed a little further, his erection jumped again. When the toy was in almost all the way, Olivia leaned forward and took him in her mouth. Mike gasped and groaned, tugging at his restraints and bucking up into her mouth.

The feeling of the toy, now moving in and out of him, combined with her tongue caressing his tip and her mouth sucking him, was amazing. She hadn't cuffed him because she thought he'd stop her. Being restrained only added to his arousal. To feeling completely at her mercy. It was where he wanted to be, because it was where his heart was. Completely at her mercy.

She was sucking and licking him, pleasuring him and her flushed face was glowing. She was enjoying it. She loved pleasing him this way and in every way possible. There was so much more to explore and try out and they had a lifetime to do it. Mike bucked up again, unable to hold back. He knew she could take it. She was the strongest person he knew, in every way. She took him in without hesitation while working the toy on him. They had already found their rhythm and Mike grunted louder with each thrust. He finally dropped his head back and closed his eyes, succumbing to what his wife was doing to his body. Her left hand was moving the toy while her right hand was wrapped tightly around his cock. Her hands and mouth moved in sync and were taking him to new places like only Olivia could.

They didn't need words, they knew exactly what the other person needed. His body always gave him away and Olivia knew he was going to blow any second now. She took him in as deep as she could, his tip hitting the back of her throat twice, three times. And then he came, crying out her name. His hot seed hit the back of her throat and she moaned while she drank from his body.

Her eyes were closed and she devoured him like candy. He felt honored that she loved him like this. They loved every part of each other and the amazing orgasm that was tearing through his body and made him shake, forced the only words out of him that were appropriate in moments like this:

"I love you."

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Reviews to this final chapter are appreciated. I thank you all for reading this until the end. As you can see, for this couple, there will be no end. It's been quite a ride ...