A/N: Sorry to my lovely reviewers. I've been really slack lately. But I'll try to get my inspiration back and post more again. I have a new story to be posted to but I've been too slack to type it up right now. Please read and review for more.
Disclaimer: Only own Angie, Zac and Chelsea.
"This was so yummy, El, thank you," Olivia said, placing her knife and fork down on the empty plate.
Elliot got up and said, "You're very welcome, beautiful." He blew out the candles and helped her up. "I'll clean this up later. Come with me, sexy. We're going to have some Mommy and Daddy time," he said and guided her upstairs to the master bedroom.
"Let me just go to the bathroom first." Olivia opened her underwear drawer and grabbed something out before heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As he waited, Elliot stripped down to his boxer shorts and sat down on the bed.
The bathroom door opened a few minutes later and Olivia walked out.
"El," she purred seductively.
Elliot turned to her and his voice dropped. She was drop dead sexy.
She was wearing a pink and black satin and lace nightgown, which accented her sexy post baby curves and perfect, perky breasts.
"Wow, baby, you're absolutely sexy. Come here," Elliot said from the bed.
With a grin, Olivia climbed on the bed and Elliot, straddling him, her bare wet core on his forming erection, confided to his boxers. "You're sexy in your manly devil boxers," she said and grind on him.
Elliot groaned and grabbed her waist to hold her still. "Whoa, Liv, don't do that, sweetie, I'll lost it before we even get started."
"Well let's do something about that, huh?" Olivia winked and slipped her hand through the slit of his boxer shorts, grabbing a hold of his rock hard erect penis.
In response, Elliot groaned and subconsciously thrust in her hand.
Olivia stroked him up and down before Elliot grabbed her hand to stop her. "What's wrong, El?" she asked concerned.
"Let's get you ready, baby," he replied and gently flipped them over. He then leaned down and began to suck on the side of her neck as he manipulating her left breast through her nightgown with his right hand.
Moaning, Olivia arched into him, pushing her breast further into his hand as she clenched the bed sheets tightly in her fists. "Oh, God, El, don't stop. Don't ever stop," she murmured breathlessly as her nightgown rode up.
"Wasn't planning on it," Elliot groaned in her ear before beginning to kiss a trail down the valley of breasts, her stomach and slipped his tongue into Olivia's belly button, earning a deep, pleasurable moan from Olivia. He then continued his kissing trail down her body, skipping her core, where she wanted him most.
"El," she whined, writhing beneath him.
"Tell me what you want, baby," he told her in between kisses.
Olivia panted and arched into him. "Your tongue inside me damn it!"
Laughing, Elliot moved to the welcoming valley between her legs and inserted his tongue without warning.
"Whoa!" Olivia jumped startled but then moaned in pleasure. "More!" she cried out and wrapped her legs around his head.
Elliot gently pried them apart from behind his head and said, "Please don't, baby, I can't concentrate like that."
"Sorry," Olivia panted, clutching the sheets tightly in her fists.
"It's okay," Elliot replied and went back to what he was doing.
"Oh, God, El!"
"Let go for me, baby."
It didn't take long for Olivia to climax, hard.
Elliot drank all what his wife had to offer and lined his member at her wet, swollen entrance. "Ready?" he whispered in her ear.
"What about you?" she asked, thinking it was unfair. Her one orgasm to his none.
"It's about you tonight, my beautiful, amazing wife. Ready?"
Olivia nodded. "Yes, make love to me, my sexy beast of a husband."
"Guide me in, Liv."
Not losing contact with his beautiful, cerulean blue eyes, Olivia reached down, took a hold of his shaft and guided him in. She exhaled a deep breath as her inner walls stretched around him.
"You okay?" he asked concerned, resting her forehead against hers.
"Yes, please move, El," she whispered breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing him deeper into her.
Elliot groaned as he was completely inside of her to the hilt. He kissed her on the lips as he slowly and passionately thrust in and out of her.
"Make as much noise as you like, baby, we're alone remember?" he reminded her and kissed her on the nose this time.
Olivia screamed in pleasure and rolled them over to ride them. She increased the speed and took him in deeply each and every thrust. "Oh, God! This is fucking great!" she screamed, panting.
"It is," Elliot replied, just as breathless. "Come here, baby." He wrapped his arms around her back and gently brought her down to him. "Hey."
Olivia grinned. Her face glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Hey," she replied, continuing to ride him at a steady pace. "I love you."
"I love you too," Elliot replied and kissed her on the lips. "Let go, babe," he told her breathlessly, feeling her clench his member.
"Not until you do," she whispered, clenching his member tighter.
Elliot gasped and continued to ram in and out of her, against the resistance.
"Fuck, Liv!" He reached down and started to tease her clit.
Olivia threw her head back with a scream, in ecstasy, as she came, hard and loudly, sending Elliot over the edge with her. "Wow, that was incredible," she panted, falling on his chest, in exhaustion, him still inside her.
"Yes, it was, beautiful," he agreed and kissed her wet, sweaty hair.
Just as they went to get a short nap between love making sessions, the phone rang. Both Olivia and Elliot groaned and Elliot answered.
"Stabler residence."
"Sorry disturb you and Liv, El," Angie said, over the line. "But baby Chelsea won't settle down. She might just want her mommy."
Elliot sighed. "Okay, Mom, thanks for calling. Olivia and I will be there as soon as we can," he assured her and hung up.
"What's wrong?" Olivia asked, looking into his eyes.
"Mom can't calm Chelsea down. She thinks the baby just wants her mommy," he informed her, getting up.
Olivia got up as well and put on her pajamas and some slippers. "Let's go."
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As they approached the front door of the Stabler family home, the sound of Chelsea's cries hit their ears.
"Someone wants her mommy. That's her mommy cry," Elliot said, giving Olivia's hand a gentle squeeze before unlocking the door and walking in.
"Mom, we're here!" he called out softly.
"Oh, thank goodness," Angie replied and rushed out to them from the living room with a screaming Chelsea in her arms.
"That's her 'I want my Mommy' cry," Olivia informed her and reached out for her baby girl. "Come here, princess. Come to Mommy."
Angie passed Chelsea to Olivia and immediately Chelsea began to settle down in her mother's embrace.
"That's it, bubba, Mommy's got you," she murmured and kissed her forehead as she gently rocked her. "Where's Zacy?"
"He's still in bed asleep thankfully. Would you like me to get him?"
Elliot shook his head. "No, we'll both just give him a kiss goodnight. He can stay," he said and went upstairs.
When he returned, he took Chelsea and Olivia went upstairs to give Zac a kiss as he slept contently.
"Okay, ready to go?" Elliot asked, seeing Olivia returning and passed Chelsea back to her.
"Yeah. Let's got home, bubba. Oh, Angie, did she eat?"
Angie shook her head. "No, she refused the bottle, Liv. I'm sorry," she informed her, passing Elliot the diaper bag.
"That's okay, Angie. I'll just nurse her when we get home. Thank you."
"Not a problem. You still want Zac home at nine?" Angie asked, walking them to the car.
"No, you can take him out, Mom. He loves to spend time with you," Elliot replied.
Olivia laid Chelsea in her car seat and buckled her in before shutting the door, giving Angie a kiss on the cheek and climbing into the passenger seat as Elliot got in the driver's seat.
"Bye, Mom. See you tomorrow," Elliot said, backing out of the driveway then driving off.
Olivia sighed and leaned her head back on the headrest.
"What is it, baby?" Elliot asked, giving her pajama pant clad thigh a gentle squeeze, not taking his eyes off the road ahead as he drove along.
"There goes our night. Our baby girl is too attached to me to spend even one night with her Grammy," she whispered and used the vanity mirror to look back at her daughter sleeping comfortably in her car seat.
"It's okay, beautiful. We got to make love and eat a peaceful, romantic dinner. We can try it again soon. She might be able to handle it a little better when she's a bit older," he tried to assure her.
Olivia nodded in agreement but was unsure. "Yeah, maybe. She's four months old though, El, I thought she'd be able to handle it by now."
"So did I, Liv, but you have to admit that Chelsea has always been a major Mommy's girl," he said, laughing softly, turning on to their street.
Sighing, Olivia nodded. "Yeah, she is," she smiled as Elliot pulled up in their driveway.
Elliot turned off the engine, took the key out of the ignition as Olivia got out and got the baby out of her car seat.
"I'm just going to go up to the nursery and nurse Chelsea," she said as they headed inside the house.
Elliot nodded and kissed her cheek. "Okay, baby. While you do that, I will clean up down here from dinner."
"Okay," Olivia said and yawned as she took Chelsea upstairs to the nursery. "Let's get some milk in your tiny, empty belly, huh?" she murmured, sitting down in the rocking chair. She moved her t-shirt and bra and guided Chelsea to her breast, who latched on immediately and began to suckle hungrily. "That's it, baby girl, fill your belly," she whispered and slowly started to rock back and forth.
Just as Chelsea had finished and burped, Elliot came in to the room. "Hey girls."
"Hey El," Olivia replied with a tired smile. "Could you please change Chelsea and put her to bed? I'm really tired," she asked and kissed Chelsea's forehead.
"Sure, Liv," he said and took the infant. "Come on, princess."
Olivia then got up and went to bed. Their night was over.
