WARNING: Mature content ahead.

It'd been years since they'd last seen each other. After he left New York City in pursue of better career opportunities with the Police Department and an opportunity to continue bettering his relationship with his kids, Olivia had felt a little… lonely. She'd denied her feelings for her then partner and later on subordinate for the four years they'd spent working together. She'd thought that, once more, she'd fallen victim of having a constant masculine figure in her life that consumed her time, and when Noah had came into the picture, and Nick had come to stay with them for a while, she'd loved seeing his fatherly instinct shine through whenever the baby would need comfort or attention.

She'd convinced herself that her mind was playing tricks on her when the haunting feeling came forth that maybe Nick had feelings for her, but then he'd ended up bedding Rollins instead. It'd hurt, she couldn't deny that, but she knew better than to let that be known. She would find herself looking at Rollins through her open blinds, comparing herself with the young blonde, and almost beating herself up for letting time slip through her hands when it came to pursuing a relationship outside of the precinct and her consecutive—and somewhat preferred—male partners.

On the other hand, Nicholas, upon seeing Olivia, had been fighting against his better instinct to make a move. At first, it was because Maria and him were married, and he refused to be like his father: un picaflor, like his mother had resorted to calling Senior. He wouldn't abandon his wife and daughter upon laying eyes on another beautiful woman, no. Nor would he succumb to the gallantry he possessed when it came to charming the opposite sex. He would admire from afar, both professionally and personally, and that would be the end of that. After him and Maria began having problems, which truth be told, the problems had been there for a long time, he'd let his self be more… loose around Olivia, slowly but surely letting her in bit by bit.

He knew that her previous partner had… abandoned her, to be put simply, and shut her out, and he could feel the imaginary—but strong—walls Olivia had surrounded herself with. He'd tried and tried to break through to no avail and when he'd find out about Brian Cassidy, every neuron and nerve in his body had been firing nothing but rage and disdain. What exactly could Cassidy offer Olivia that he couldn't?

And, then, the unforeseeable happened: William Lewis.

The thought of Olivia suffering and being in the hands of a serial psychopathic predator churned his stomach at the mere thought of it. He'd blamed his self endlessly for not being there for her when she probably needed it most and most importantly, he'd blamed his self for not checking in on her sooner. The entire four days of Olivia's disappearance, he'd worked nonstop to find her, fighting their Captain tooth and nail whenever he would try and convince him to head on home and rest. In the four days that Olivia had been gone, he'd slept a total of eight hours, and when they finally found her, battered and distraught, he'd gone home and cried his self to sleep.

It was hard for Nick to see Olivia like that, but he knew that the kid gloves had to come off if he wanted her to talk to him. Day by day he saw her struggle, but day-by-day he saw her strength, too, until Noah came home with her to brighten her days. She'd been with him when Maria returned from her deployment, the hardships that followed afterwards, his discovery of Gil, his father waltzing into his life once more, only to cause trouble with his mental health and career, and even when he saw no chance of growth with the NYPD. None of that had mattered as much to him as when she'd solidified the unimaginable: her growth with him by her side.

And, five years later, there she was, sitting at the bar of a lively pub in downtown Los Angeles. She'd seen him first, in a booth surrounded by his colleagues; wearing that smile that on the grimmest of days could manage to liven her up. She'd smiled; unbeknownst to her, and felt her cheeks flare up underneath her skin. She'd looked down at her wine glass, hoping to escape the sudden scrutinous stares she'd gain from the couple of men that surrounded Nick and Nick himself, but she should've known better. Nothing escaped him, even when she thought it did, it didn't.

Nick smiled his signature smirk, throwing a wink towards her once she finally had the courage to look up from the still liquid in her glass. He nodded and swayed; feeling the gentle shove one of his squad mates had given him. He'd mumble something to one of the guys on his left, urging them to slide out of the booth. Once he stood, the guys had cheered him on, making an even louder ruckus than before.

They didn't know that even though cool, Nick was riddled with anxiety. This would have been the first time he'd seen Olivia since his departure from both New York and the one-six. Even though they'd kept passing contact, this would be the first time in years where they would be face to face and in the same room. He could feel the sudden change in air around him, just as Olivia's steady gaze trailed him, and when he was a mere footstep away, she slid down her stool, nearly throwing herself into his arms.

He smelled the same, maybe a little bit of beer, and smoke, but for the most part the same. She sighed softly, hiding her face in his neck, and releasing a pleasant hum near his ear when he tightened his hold on her. Hugging her like he was had brought back memories. He let himself be drowned by the calming scent of her hair and her soft curves.

"Here for the conference?" he husked near her ear.

She nodded, releasing him, and letting her hands drag against his shoulders. "Yes. I am the keynote speaker for tomorrow's main event," she smiled, looking briefly over her shoulder in search of the barstool.

He hummed, nodding slowly, and bringing his beer bottle to his lips. He was staring her down, his dimpled cheek on full display for her. Neither spoke, but words lacked when the tension between them was as palpable as it was. She smiled her pouty smile and grabbed her wine glass, bringing it to her mouth to take a hefty swig. He allowed his eyes to linger on her face, and then a little further down to her neck and chest, down her torso and over her thighs, and he sighed, attempting to reel in the growing desire for the woman in front of him.

"You look good, Liv," he said lowly.

Olivia scoffed, shaking her head softly. "As do you, Detective," she intoned, placing the wine glass atop the bar.

Nick cleared his throat, stepping closer to her. "It's Sergeant now," he finished, standing a little taller.

Olivia widened her eyes, gesturing the bartender for her tab, and stood. "Oh my God, Nick! Congratulations," she said with a smile, throwing herself into his arms once more.

Nick wasn't as quick as he had been at the beginning of the encounter and by the time he'd raised his free hand to hug her back, she was already pulling back, but he had managed to rest his hand on her hip, letting it linger there as if were something they'd done for ages. Olivia did not complain, she only stared at him with her head slightly tilted back. All of the feelings and emotions that she thought long gone were slowly but surely bubbling to the surface, as if the liquid she'd ingested had some type of chemical reaction with them. It dawned on her that perhaps they were standing a little too close for comfort and if the guys he'd been with were part of his new squad—or to make matters worse, were his subordinates—she'd most definitely be seeing them the next day at said conference, the sole reason she was in town for.

And, she'd be lying to herself if she said that she wasn't more than happy to leave her squad under the trusted care of her second-in-command to fly across the country for 'work'. As soon as she'd found out that the annual International Association of Chiefs of Police Conference was to be held for four days in beautiful and sunny California, she'd been more than hoping to run into Nick either at the conference itself or out and about in the city. Years of brief contact had caused for the both of them to lose their contact information, and it's not like she could just call every precinct in the Los Angeles area to find out his whereabouts, or worse, resulting in searching in the police database for him.

Tonight had been a fluke. A cruel joke played by the cosmos as a mean to shove in her face what could've been.

She smiled, biting her lip once she saw what she thought was desire in his eyes, and she shook her head, clearing her throat and turning to sign the receipt in front of her. "Here, my number," she said, scribbling the digits on the napkin underneath the glass of wine. "Maybe this time we won't lose touch," she finished, turning to face him once more. "I have an early morning, and so do you… Sergeant."

Nick scoffed, "Indeed… Captain."

Olivia raised her brows, how could he possibly have known? She decided her amused grin would have to do, and as she collected her belongings she gave him one last hug farewell. By the time she'd exited the pub, her phone had buzzed in her back pocket.

Text Message: [+12136617689] 11:19 p.m.
It was good seeing you, Liv. :)

She smiled, knowing exactly whom was texting her. She decided against texting him back. They'd for sure see each other bright and early the next day at the hotel where the conference was being held at, the same hotel she was headed to in order to catch a good night's sleep. Yet, once she stepped foot in her hotel room and actually began divesting herself from the day's attire, all she could smell on herself was Nick's lingering cologne and bar smoke.

She chuckled breathily, almost incredulously when the thought of his hand at her hip plagued her mind. She closed her eyes, sucking in air through her nose. A shower; that would help… most likely, right? It needed to help. She needed to sleep in order to wake up refreshed and ready for her long day ahead, but all she could think about was he and the proximity of her body to his. As she disrobed, she glanced at the bathroom mirror, thinking about the way his gaze had lingered on her face and the rest of her body, and unbidden, her hands trailed the dangerous path Nick's eyes had wandered her clothed body.

It wasn't until she reached her hip that she noticed the way her chest had flushed red and her breathing had picked up the same way it did after chasing a perp. She mewled and lowered her head, resting her hands against the cool edge of the bathroom sink. Her loose waves tickled her chin as she shook her head, and after taking a few deep breaths, she finished undressing turned away from her reflection.

If she thought the shower would help, she'd been completely wrong. No matter what she did or how she did it, her hands had memorized the trail of his obsidian gaze, and as she rid herself of the stresses of the day, her breathing became shallower, her eyes lulled, and her head fell back on her shoulders. She'd let her hands roam her body, slowly bringing it to a delicious hyper-aware state, but once she'd noticed and caught wind of what she was doing to herself, the shocking sting of the cold water had brought her back into the now.

She'd quickly rid her body of the suds and exited the tub, letting the rivulets of water sluice down her body. She shook her hands, grabbing the nearest towel to pat dry her face, and instead of doing the same for her body, she resulted in sleeping like that: cold and naked. She didn't deserve to touch herself in Nick's name.

She was cognizant enough to know that her leaving her number for him on that napkin wasn't exactly meant for just a catch up. In reality, she'd been hoping for more, and she thought herself slick by putting all expectations on his side. The proverbial ball in his side of the court, but Nick had evened out the playing field by awarding her his phone number in a matter of minutes. Then, there'd be no excuse as to why they hadn't communicated.

Hours passed and Olivia tossed and turned in the massive king-sized bed the NYPD had most graciously awarded her with. She saw the minutes tick on by until she finally had enough. She sat up, resting her warm back against the cool surface of the bed's headboard and she reached to the bedside table, unplugging her phone and quickly searching for the top text message on her messages thread. She sighed heavily, bringing the phone to her ear, as she shifted her legs on the bed.

Nick knew he'd be regretting his life choices the minute his alarm went off, but with a good strong coffee and some food in his belly, he'd be fine for the rest of the day. He'd watched her walk away from his life for a second time now, though granted, the first time, he'd been the one to leave, yet he gave no sign for her to even make a move. He chucked back the remainder of the liquid left in the bottle. It was late; he needed to get going if he wanted to catch a couple of hours of decent sleep.

As he was settling his portion of the tab, his phone began chirping. Great, just what he needed, a case right now in the middle of the night when he was a little bit intoxicated. He sighed, shaking his head. This is what it meant to have a higher rank—what it meant to share the charge of a unit. He loved it! He'd worked hard for his title, but it was times like these where he would question his life choices for a minute or two before pushing the impostor syndrome out the door.

He did not know whom he was expecting, but her name on his screen had not been on the forefront. He smirked, tapping at his screen. "Olivia," he husked in her ear. "Everything ok?"

Olivia cleared her throat, "Yea—Yea, I…"

He gave her time to gather her thoughts, to collect herself before he interrupted her. He chuckled, shaking his head as he slid out of the booth he'd been occupying for most of the night. "You know," he sighed, hearing his knees protest as he stood, "I used to… live by my phone, waiting for your call, and now, I don't even know what to say," he finished with a husky chuckle.

Olivia smirked on her end, biting her lip to prevent the minuscule moan that threaten to escape her, "How about, 'hi'?"

Nick shook his head, scoffing, "Hola, you're calling mighty late there, Liv."

Olivia shifted in her bed, feeling her body react to the depth of his voice and the proximity of it to her ear. As soon as he'd answered, her body had gone warm, her breathing had gotten labored, and she could feel the flush all the way up to her ears.

"I want you, Nick. I—I don't know if it's the time or the wine, but I want you… now."

Olivia's words hit him in two places; one of them totally unexpected and the other one had begun constricting the feeling in his crotch. He sighed, adjusting his inseam, and clearing his throat as he made a quick exit out of the pub without further humiliating his self.

"Where are you?" he asked, fishing his car keys out of his pocket.

"At my hotel," Olivia breathed out, shifting her knees together. "The same hotel where the conference is being held at."

"Hmm," Nick responded. "So, is this a formal invitation for me to come over?"

Olivia bit her lip coquettishly, "Nick, I can hear you walking. I think you know you don't need an invitation."

"It's past two a.m. This a booty call," he smirked, hopping in his car.

"More like a wet pussy call," Olivia husked.

"Jesus, Liv," Nick breathed out harshly, feeling the tightness grow between his legs.

Olivia's husky giggle did nothing to help Nick's current situation and to make matters worst, the vibration that suddenly interrupted the thoughts of a very turned on Olivia became fearsome as the thought of it being an incoming phone call from dispatch, putting a stop to something that had barely begun. If anyone could understand was she, yet he dreaded saying the words to her.

"You're not going to pick up?"

"Huh?" he responded rather confused, bringing his phone down to face him, and doing a double take between the screen of his phone and the road, only to notice Olivia's video call request.

Once he accepted the transition call, she came to view. The room was dimly lit, only casting beautiful shadows and lines across her face. Her cheek rested on her shoulder sweetly and on her lips was the most beautiful smirk he'd laid eyes on. Her knees were drawn against her chest and the way the floridness of her décolletage slowly creeped up her neck had Nick mesmerized. Her flush seemed prominent and it made him wonder, how long had she been fighting the desire to give him a call?

"What's underneath that sheet, Liv?"

His smirk was playful and she could appreciate the line of his jaw from the angle he'd placed her in. Lost in the beauty that was Nick Amaro, she almost did not hear the question asked, so when he repeated it once more for her amusement, she bit her lip. She loosened the grip of the sheet from beneath her arms, letting it pool slightly between her breasts, and giving Nick the show he'd asked for.

"You gonna tie me up?"

"If I had any panties on, that may have been a good idea," she husked, watching as he shook his head.

Nick shifted in his driver's seat, desperately waiting for the light to change. He rocked his hips forward, feeling the inseam of his trousers rub deliciously against his ranging erection.

"Liv," he gazed at his screen, still lost in the beauty of the woman on the other side. "I know what you want, it doesn't beg the question, but are you sure?"

Olivia smiled, and nodded, slowly leaning into her phone to provide a deeper view into the pocket created between her breasts.

Nick brought the hand at the steering wheel to his jaw, rubbing at it viciously, still giving Olivia the chance to back away from the situation. He knew exactly where the hotel was and how far it was from the pub. He was a mere two minutes from where he currently sat at and he glanced at his phone screen, smirking, and pulling at his lip. It was smolder against smolder; neither really coming to a conclusion on whom exactly was raging more for the other. Olivia's pupils had blown out; he could discern that from the subtle glow casted against her face, and to Olivia, his eyes were always dark, but she could tell how much desire had risen within him in the couple of minutes of their video conversation.

Nick eased on the gas pedal, "I'm almost there. Room number?"

"Floor twenty-two, room seventeen."

Nick bit his lip, turning into the street where Olivia's hotel was situated. He sped down the street, turning into the hotel's lot and finding quickly an empty spot to park his car. He exited his car, disconnecting his call with Olivia, and he quickly strutted to the inside. He gave a subtle nod and wink to the young woman sitting behind the front desk, causing her to visibly blush. His good looks and charming smile always came in handy when missions like this rose, though, if that hadn't worked, he would not have hesitated in flashing his badge to gain access to the hotel.

The ride up to Olivia's room felt eternal, but once the doors opened on her floor, ease consumed him. It was as if on his ride up, his body had shed the anxiety that had riddled him at the beginning of the call. He was about to bed Olivia Benson and the thought of it all made him smile. The room was quite far from where the elevators were situated, the stairs would've been a better option had she not been so high up. As the numbers increased, he could feel his heart beating in his ears. The adrenaline coursing through him once more. It was only when he knocked and leaned on the doorframe coolly that he was able to catch another breath.

The sight of Olivia wrapped in bed sheets, her hands clutching her phone, and her messy hair caused in him an organic reaction, one that he hadn't experienced since before Maria.

"Nick," she said breathily, taking a step back as Nick took one forward.

"Liv," he responded in the same breathy calmness he always possessed. He stepped into the room, letting the door shut on itself before circling behind her.

Olivia visibly shuddered, turning her chin subtly to be able to watch Nick circle her. She could feel his presence behind her, feel the warmth his body carried from probably the anticipation and the alcohol, but she daren't move. Her breathing had picked up, the excitement letting itself known, and she could feel her body preparing itself for whatever Nick had in store for her.

She turned around, finally facing him to see that he'd bared his chest for her by unbuttoning the dress shirt he wore. It was still tucked inside his trousers and she dared glance at his crotch, reveling in the sight of the noticeable bulge hidden beyond. She hummed, taking a step forward towards his space, releasing the hold she had on the bed sheets at her chest. Nick took a sharp intake of breath, setting his jaw, and raising his arms to circle her waist. Olivia sighed her moan at the contact her nipples had against the smooth skin of Nick's chest. His hands traveled south on her hips, his fingers circling around the flesh of her bottom.

He bit his lip, and Olivia wasted no time in bringing her thumb to his mouth, pulling his bottom lip free from his teeth and quickly crashing her lips on his. They swallowed each other's eager moan, quickly pushing their tongues together.

Nick walked Olivia back, her body thudding softly against the room door. He dragged his teeth across her bottom lip, opening his eyes just in time to catch her smirk before it disappeared on her lips. She dragged her hands from his neck to his chest, pushing the sides of his shirt further open just as she dug her nails into the sturdy flesh of his ribs.

Nick hissed, "Liv!"

Olivia couldn't contain the sound that bubbled up and out from her chest. It prompted Nick to turn her around, pushing against her back until she had no choice but to brace herself against the door with her hands. Her head was turned to the side, a smirking grin noticeable over her shoulder. Before Nick had the pleasure of sinking his teeth to the skin of her shoulder, Olivia arched her back, pressing her bottom into his crotch. Nick grunted softly, pushing into her backside. His hands felt divine sliding down her back and the sting they left behind on her ass cheek, had her vibrating in anticipation.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades. "You've no idea how long I've wanted do that," he spoke against her skin, fanning warm air across her back. His kisses continued down her spine, "And, now, I get to bury my face in it."

Olivia turned on her waist, watching as Nick knelt in front of her. She could hear his shallow breathing, just as his fingers kneaded her ass cheeks.

"Nick," she whispered, bringing her hand down to his curls, just as his tongue parted her cheeks and made contact with her hole.

She moaned, closing her eyes and just reveling in the intimate touch Nick was providing her. She was already wet, she could feel her moisture when she rubbed her thighs, but Nicholas' lithe muscle did more than just spread her cheeks apart; it was splitting her open, and it was more than she could take at the moment. Her fingers closed on a tuffet of hair, her nails raking against his scalp, and if she'd done a rough job of the motion, Nick hadn't seem to mind it one bit.

It was ambrosial the way her muscles contracted around his tongue.

It was bliss when he heard Olivia chanting his name at the feel of his tongue and teeth teasing her skin.

He was careful with his movements, not wanting to bestow ultimate pleasure by letting his tongue slip to her folds without completely savoring his time between her ass cheeks. He pulled her hips against his mouth, sitting her against chin. The way his jaw moved tickled Olivia's pussy, and the way he searched for more reach gave her just enough pressure to imagine him elsewhere.

He pulled back, delighted by the shine of his feast, and he smiled, right before biting gently at the fleshy part. Olivia yelped, but later giggled as Nick repeated his biting on the other side. Two equal bite marks were left on her flesh. A passing reminder that Nick had had her in his mouth tonight.

He dove once more, but this time lower, sticking his tongue out to be able to lavish her from top to bottom. She shivered, her moan guttural as Nick made sure to play and pay attention to the most sensitive of spots between her legs. He was gentle at first, his mouth fitting completely over her slit, and he breathed out at her earthy taste. He hummed on her clitoris, feeling the gentle shake of Olivia's thigh against his cheeks, and her feeling his smile against her skin. She shook her head, wanting to say something snide about his smugness, but the quick suction he'd awarded had her slamming her hand against the door.

She arched her back further, giving Nick more access between her legs. He laved his tongue against her heat, luxuriating in her scent until he his body begged for a reprieve. "Fuck," he mumbled, pulling back, and taking a breath.

He dove back with renewed vigor, longing to break Olivia in the most pleasurable of ways. He sucked and licked, basking in the breathy moans and growling grunts she was producing until the weight of her body on his face gave indication that she was bound to break.

He threw her leg over his shoulder and slid further between her legs, changing the direction of his mouth against her sex. "Fuck me, yes!"

Olivia's hair curtained her face, yet her eyes were still able to make contact with his. Her cheeks had a pinkish hue, her chest had a light sheen from the sweat, but the most enticing part of it all was the way her mouth had remained open and the ends curled at the fulfillment she felt.

Her brow furrowed once Nick increased pressure and pace of his tongue, her eyes momentarily shut, and she pushed down against his tongue, the faintest whisper of his name fell from her lips and her whole body quivered. Nick eased on his movements when Olivia buckled from an overload of sensations. She was still panting with her eyes closed when he leaned his forehead against hers once he stood.

She'd been wanting that sweet release ever since making it back to her hotel room. She'd been wanting it on Nick's name, and now that he'd given it to her, she was finally able to think clearly. Their lips crashed together and as she found her footing, she walked him back towards the bed. She could feel Nick's triumphant smile, and as she fumbled with his belt and trousers, the back of his knees touched the bed and he succumbed to it.

"Someone's eager," he commented, lifting his head to watch her quickly undo his belt and button.

"Says the one who answered a booty call."

He scoffed, giving his lip a gentle bite, "Thought it was a wet pussy call…"

Olivia hummed, reaching inside his boxer briefs to pull his heavy manhood, "Indeed."

She ran her tongue from the base of his dick to the tip, following the deep muscle, and encasing between her lips his reddened tip. It was dripping with pre-cum, unable to contain his arousal for much longer if his hissing and deep fall of his belly were any indication of. Her fist made up the for the sensation he lacked, meeting with her lips once she bobbed.

"Liv, Liv," he chanted, throwing his head back against the bed.

She came up with a pop, giving him a few more strokes for good measure. As she straightened, he took the opportunity to wiggle out of his trousers, pulling up his body in bed. Olivia climbed his length, resembling a lioness on prowl. She stopped at his lips, levering herself on an arm to run a hand into his hair. She lifted her leg, straddling his hips, and sitting back just above his dick. Nick took this time to fully admire Olivia's shape, running his thumbs against the smooth flesh of her thighs.

Olivia hovered slightly above his dick, running her pussy up and down his length. Nick hissed at the contact, feeling Olivia's wetness cling to his sensitive skin. "Fuck," he said in a breathy whisper, throwing his head back against the bed just as Olivia shuddered with pleasure.

She was building up the sensation between the both of them, teasing herself just as much as she was him. She spoke breathily, dropping her head to his shoulder. "You're going to make me come again," she moaned softly, the vibration of her moan reverberating through his chest.

His hand had traveled over her hip and down the muscle of her ass cheek and he'd pinched her flesh, sighing at Olivia's sharp intake of breath. She smirked at the low rumble his throat produced, tipping her chin to nibble at his jaw. Nick pressed his nails into the flesh of her backside, dragging his hand upwards to feel goosebumps erupt up the peach fuzz of her spine. He brought his hand to her jaw, turning it forcefully so that their lips could meet. He savored her kiss, just in case there wouldn't be a repeat of this night for them. He licked into her mouth and she responded alike, humming softly to the Dionysian rhythm Nick had set with his tongue.

Olivia faltered, having hit more than a sweet spot, and he took the opportunity to grab his dick, teasing her opening with his fingers. "Liv, you have five seconds to fuck me," he breathed against her mouth, brushing his dick down her slit.

Olivia parted her mouth. "Or, what?" she flicked her bottom lip against Nick's, leaning her forehead against his.

"I think you know or what," he finished, flexing his hips, pushing the head of his dick inside her and back out again.

The momentary stretch of pleasure was made audible with a small grunt. She reached behind her, straightening herself in the process, and fondling his balls quickly. She directed him inside of her, slowly sitting back until she was full with Nick. Her chest was heaving and she could hear her heartbeat resonating agains the walls of her hotel room.

Nick grabbed her ribs, caressing the shine on Olivia's glowing body. Her hands followed his until she was able to lean forward, pinning his wrists at either side of his head.

Their chests were flushed together as Olivia rode Nick with a deep wave. Nick sighed, attempting to lift his arms from Olivia's grip to grab onto her as she grounded on him. With each dip and roll of her hips, she managed to heighten her arousal further. The way he grew inside of her, filling her seductively after months of no known pleasure other than his hand, was driving him to the edge.

"You like that?" she breathed against his collarbone, sinking her teeth in. His answer came in the form of a thrust into her, hitting that forward wall inside of her. "Nick," she moaned softly.

The sound of his name from her lips, and that close to his ear, made his balls tighten. "Fuck," he responded, releasing all air from his lungs.

He struggled against Olivia's grip and she dug her nails into the thin flesh of his wrists. She bit her lip, utilizing all focus she had in her to lift her head to be in Nick's line of sight. She hissed, lowering herself to his lips, gently biting his lower lip.

"Liv, I'm close," he said once she released his lip. "Fuck… Liv!"

She hummed her laughter, hurriedly increasing the rhythm of her hips against him. Her orgasm was close, as close as Nick's was, too. Her clitoris had been rubbing against his happy trail all along, elevating her release by the second, and Nick's head had been hitting her exactly where she needed in order to reach both a clitoral and vaginal orgasm.

Her breathing quickened, alerting Nick of her impending release. "Nick, Nick… fuck!" she stiffened, simultaneously going limp on top of him.

Her temple had landed on his lips and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, benefiting from the aftershocks of her orgasm to thrust into her. It only took quick movements against her to enjoy the grip her walls had around him before grunting her name against the side of her face. He delivered a few short strokes, savoring the noticeable warmth that surrounded them.

Their bodies were thrumming with happy vibrations, their breathing in sync. Olivia barely had the energy to roll off from on top of him, but instead settled in moving her head to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips to the sweaty skin of his neck. She could feel his heart beating uncontrollably through her lips and she smiled, opening her mouth to taste the skin there once again.

"Liv," he mumbled with his eyes closed, smiling. "Olivia," he repeated when she pinched between her teeth his skin.

She sighed against his neck, tipping her chin to hide her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck, continuing her kisses, until she rested her cheek on his chest. "I guess a visit to LA is in order more often than not," she smiled, letting her eyes close.

Nick snickered, rubbing the tip of his fingers against her skin, "You know, I was just thinking about visiting my mother next month… Know anybody up for giving me a tour?"

"Hmm, I'd say you found your way around just fine…" she finished, placing a kiss over his heart.

A/N: I haven't forgotten about Benson's Memoir, it's just that the muse is not where it needs to be in order for me to write Liv and Tori at the moment. It's coming, I promise.