If you think I own Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, or anything Law and Order- I have a bridge in the middle of nowhere to sell you.

This story picks up one year after Kathy died. Wheatley has been already been brought to justice.

I am using google translate for any Italian, so blame Google if it's not right.

The Ghost of You

Chapter 1

Christ, he loves her.

Elliot Stabler loves her hair, which is longer than he has ever seen it before. He runs his fingers through it and gives a strong pull. Olivia Benson moans loudly and stretches her neck to relieve the tension. Her eyes locks onto his and he sees the fire that he has stoked in her eyes. She is going to make him pay for that.

He loves her face, new wrinkles and crow's feet included. Her face is still the most beautiful face he has ever seen. He leans forward and kisses her soundly on her perfect lips. Olivia opens her mouth and her tongue welcomes his in. After a few seconds, she bites his bottom lip hard. Petty, Liv. Olivia's retribution is swift. Before he can fully register the pain, she soothes his lip with her tongue. And just like that he forgives her.

He loves her breasts. They have always been a handful, but now he can barely fit one in his hand. He releases her hair and flicks her right nipple, just south of key-shaped scar. Still the prettiest breasts ever.

"Shit," Olivia whispers, her hips stutter minutely but she is undeterred and continues to ride him. Elliot moans his approval of her doggedness. Olivia Benson loves to ride him. In all his fantasies over the years twenty-three years they have known each other, he has imagined them in many, many positions- including this one, but he never would have guessed she would love riding him this much. He estimates she is on top every two out of three times they have sex; and on that third time either he has to beg her or catch her off guard. Occasionally, they even wrestle and he has to use his considerable strength to subdue her. When he does, he sees in her eyes how his dominance thrills her and she lets him enjoy being on top as his reward. But Olivia is a force to be reckoned with and she gets her way with him more often than not. Not that I'm complaining.

Looking up, he whispers, "Sei così bello." You are so beautiful. Olivia laughs breathily at his Italian tinged with his New York accent. She is not laughing at him. She is just still trying to reconcile the Elliot she knew who she had to help get a passport in his thirties so that he could go to Prague to bust up that international pornography ring- with this new worldly, multilingual Elliot. Ten years had changed a lot.

"Ti Amo," I love you. he continues undeterred. She will not say it back, but it is important she knows. Her hazy, lusty eyes lock with his eyes. For a moment, her eyes clear and soften. I know.

Then with that Olivia throws her head back and shatters around him- and takes him with her.

Ten years later and you two are still in sync.

Kathy's words echo between them. Maybe not the best timing but he cannot help thinking of his wife in this moment. Kathy never liked being on top. A shy girl of 17 the first time they had sex, she had lacked the confidence and skill to get on top. He had tried many times over their 40-year marriage to coax her into trying to ride him, but after five children and the stretch marks that had littered her stomach, she was never so inclined. Missionary was their mainstay. A sudden thought strikes him. I miss missionary.

Out of breath and thighs quaking, Liv falls on the bed to right of him. They had migrated to the left of the bed during their vigorous activity and the right side was the only space left for her. Noticing she is not on her side, Olivia frowns. As a woman who had been single almost all her life, she is not accustomed to sharing her space with anyone. Elliot prepares for Olivia to complain.

"Hey, that's my side," she wheezes out. He rolls his eyes at her, but smiles inwardly. It thrills him that in this new relationship-are they in a relationship? Olivia is not one for labels. Whatever they are now- she is already becoming predictable to him. He loves knowing everything about her. Even something as mundane as which of the bed she prefers.

He sucks in air greedily trying to regulate his breathing back to normal before he rolls off the bed. He knocks her nightstand by accident. Despite his age, his reflexes are still sharp and he catches everything that is on top her nightstand before they can fall. But a picture frame falls from the bottom shelf falls onto the floor. The picture frame falls on its face, hiding its content from view.

Elliot prides himself on being an observant person; it is why he is so good at his job. But he has never noticed there was a lower shelf on her nightstand. He glances to the bed and realizes he would never be able to see the lower shelf if he was on the right side of the bed. Only the person on the left side- Olivia's side- could see the lower shelf and this picture frame. It is like the picture frame was purposely placed for her eyes only. Elliot reaches for the picture, curious to see what picture it holds.

"El, don't-" Olivia warns. She scrambles across the bed in an effort to stop him. That only confirms he needs to see what is in this frame.

Elliot quickly turns over the frame.

It is a picture of Olivia and Edward Tucker in front of the Eiffel Tower…looking very much in love.

Elliot's eyes snap to Olivia's eyes.

"Edward fucking Tucker?"