A/N: You wanted more, so here's some more. I just want this to happen. They deserve it, we deserve it, the world deserves it.

It had been five weeks.

And for some reason, those five weeks felt longer than the ten years they'd been apart.

Maybe because she knew now. She knew what his body was capable of, what he could do to her, how he could make her feel.

She kept checking her phone, waiting for that call or that text, saying "Can we talk?" or "I'm outside."

But after five weeks she started to wonder if maybe her experience on that roof had been completely different from his. Maybe she'd pushed it too far, expected too much, demanded too much.

In the darkest corners of her mind she even wondered if he just felt sorry for her. Like a "hey, sorry for ghosting you for ten years, fuck and make up?"

But it hadn't been just her. Not with the way he had kissed her, touched her, loved her.

She most definitely hadn't been alone on that roof. All though, after five weeks of radio silence, she sometimes had to remind herself that it hadn't been a dream. Not this time.

Memories of the dark purple bruises on her hips and the soreness between her legs was all the evidence she needed to remember every single detail, down to the very last whimper.

All she knew was that he was alive, and for now that was the crumb that kept her going. Because captain Olivia Benson was exhausted.

A year into the pandemic, with an understaffed squad, too many losses, and then his chaotic return, she had nothing left to go on.

Hadn't it been for Noah she wondered if her body would've given up a long time ago. If being a mom was the only thing that kept her moving.

Being a mom, and knowing Elliot was still alive.

She leaned her head against the wall in the shower and let the water run down her body. Just the task of getting out, get herself dry and climbing into bed felt like too much of a job right now.

The two glasses of wine might've eased her anxiety somewhat, but now she wondered if she should just sleep it off in the shower because surely she wouldn't make it to her bed without falling to the floor.

Earlier that day Amanda had stepped into her office to give her an update on their latest case, and it had taken one tilt of the blonde detective's head and a soft "you ok", to make it clear to both herself and Amanda that no, Olivia was definitely not ok.

"You know what, the girls miss Noah. How bout you drop him off later today and he can spend the weekend with us?"

Normally she would've scoffed, and maybe felt mildly offended, like Amanda was implying that she couldn't take care of her own son. But that wasn't what Amanda had implied at all. And so, she had gratefully accepted the offer.

And that's how she found herself home alone for the first time in what felt like forever. No idea how to properly function as a human being when she didn't have to put on her "I'm fine" mask in front of her kid.

Eventually, when the water turned cold, she gave up on the idea of sleeping in the shower.

She stepped out, a little wobbly but still standing. Dried off and found an oversized T-shirt that she threw on.

Just as she was about to turn her lights off, her phone vibrated against the kitchen counter.

If that's work, I'm resigning, effective immediately.

But it wasn't.

This time it wasn't work.

It was him.

"I'm outside."

"Come up." She replied without hesitation as her heart suddenly started to pound. Like it had stopped for five weeks and someone had suddenly placed defibrillators on her chest.

In the two minutes it took from her reply to his knock on her door, her mind had managed to play far too many games with her. Maybe he's just here to remind me to back off. Maybe he's here to tell me we made a mistake. Maybe...

But then he was standing there, right in front of her.

"It's over."

Whatever that meant, and except for his "I fucking love you" on the roof, it was the most beautiful words anyone had spoken to her in years.

"Over?"

"Over."

And just like that, he was on her, and all over her, wrapped around her, devouring her.

"Over?" She asked again against his lips, because she needed to hear him say it over and over again. She needed more than anything to know that there would be no more backing off, no more waiting, no more checking her phone every five minutes.

She needed to know that she didn't have to survive on crumbs anymore.

"Yes, Liv. We're safe. You're safe. I'm safe."

"And you're here."

"And I'm here."

On the roof she had tasted his tears. This time he was tasting hers.

Suddenly and without warning she was turned around and her back was slammed against the door. A deep groan rumbled from her throat because fuck that hurt, but she wanted more.

She needed this to hurt because otherwise her brain would keep telling her that this wasn't real. And she was too exhausted to convince herself that it was.

His strong hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head. And then his tongue was in her mouth and fuck, she had missed that most of all.

She moaned against him as she pushed her hips out, seeking him, needing to feel him, needing to know that she wasn't the only one already on the breaking point. And when her pelvis met his, there was no room for doubt anymore.

He was hard against her, and the way he rocked his hips into her she worried this would be over much too soon.

But then he was on his knees and fucking christ, she just realized that she hadn't even put on underwear after her shower.

Her T-shirt was pulled up and over her thighs and she closed her eyes in anticipation because she just couldn't look down on him right now. She just couldn't trust herself to survive seeing him on his knees, for her.

"Fuck, Liv." He groaned when he realized her T-shirt was the only thing covering her. And she was bare and he wondered if she always looked like that, or if it was all for him. If she'd been waiting for him.

It was all for him.

"El..." It sounded like a warning, but she meant it as a plea.

Then one leg got hooked over his shoulder and when his mouth met her inner thigh, she almost lost her footing.

Do you really expect me to keep standing up, El?

But he gripped her by the hips then and suddenly she felt more grounded than she had in years.

I've got you.

And then he was on her. His tongue working diligently from her clit to her entrance, making her gasp for air and slam her hands against the door.

He circled her clit firmly and as much as she wanted to rock her hips against him, she just couldn't. The pleasure he was giving her was all consuming, driving her and pushing her higher and higher, and all she could do was to hope for survival when she tumbled down from the inevitable peak.

One of his hands moved from her hips and she wanted to cry again because she already knew what he was going to do.

She still wasn't prepared when he pushed into her with two fingers and she threw her head back, crashing with the door behind her.

"Fu-shit!"

She clenched around him, one, two, three times, and when his groan vibrated against her, she was lost.

She cried out sounds, his name, curses, words definitely unbecoming of an SVU captain, and she didn't care for a single second if her neighbors could hear it. Hell, let the entire state of New York hear this.

He slowed down only when her cries turned into soft gasps of air. But she didn't want to slow down, she couldn't.

As soon as he pulled out his fingers, now glistening with the evidence of how he effected her, she grabbed his shoulders and whispered "come here."

Her legs were already trembling, but when she tasted herself on his lips, they nearly gave out and she would've fallen to the floor if he hadn't pinned her again.

She pushed him backwards, practically leaning on him as she moved them towards the couch. "Off." She mumbled, and she meant all of it. It had been her only regret after what happened on the roof. She had wanted all of him, but because of their desperation and impatience, she had really only gotten a fraction.

Had this been ten or fifteen years ago, he would've teased her a little. He would've given her a crooked smile and taken his time and dragged it out while listening to her small puffs of frustration. But he didn't have that luxury now. So in the blink of an eye, his clothes were on the floor and finally, finally, she had him. All of him.

She gave him a little push and made him sit down before running her hands over his chest and down to his hips, all while slowly kneeling in front of him.

"Liv..." That was a warning.

He was on the verge of breaking already.

"Shut up." She said, her voice even huskier than usual.

She stared at him for a second, taking it all in before taking him in her mouth.

No wonder I was sore for days.

Her jaw ached, but she needed this. She needed him deep in her throat, needed to hear his gasps and groans. She needed him to feel what she had felt, even if it did only last for a couple of minutes.

His hips jerked suddenly and she willed herself not to gag. But if she was being completely honest with herself she hadn't really cared if she did. This was as uninhibited as she had ever felt, and no amount of self consciousness could ruin this.

He was sounding frantic now, and as much as she wanted him to come in her mouth she needed him inside of her more.

And as if he was reading her mind, he pulled her hair and lifted her head off him. "Come here."

As she climbed on top and straddled him, she could feel her wetness run down on the inside of her thigh and fuck, she'd never been this wet before.

She lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it mindlessly across the room. In an instant his mouth was on her nipple and she cried out from the sensation. She was so fucking close again.

He grabbed himself and positioned his cock at her entrance as she held herself up. And unlike the last time, they stared at each other intently as he started to fill her.

He felt bigger in this position, and she was so damn tight after her first orgasm that for a second she worried that he was too big.

Her eyebrows furrowed in pain, and he grabbed her hips to hold her steady.

"You ok?"

She whimpered and nodded frantically as she pushed her hips down. Fuck, it burned.

"Jesus fucking christ." Because surely this was the closest she'd ever been to a religious experience in her entire life.

"Does it hurt?"

Yes, yes it hurts like hell. But she still shook her head and breathed out a short "no", because she needed this pain and she wasn't completely sure if he could understand that.

She worked to get her breathing under somewhat control before she slowly started to move against him. And shortly after the burn was replaced by the sweetest ache she had ever felt between her legs.

"Fuck, Liv..."

Yes, absolutely. Fuck.

She somehow managed to lean forward and capture his mouth with her own, as she rocked her hips against him.

His grip tightened and she wondered if she would have the same bruises tomorrow like she had the last time. She didn't mind it. Not when it was Elliot Stabler who was marking her.

She was grinding against him now and she could hear him starting to lose it. She was so preoccupied with his impending release that when her second orgasm washed over her, she cried out more from the shock than the pleasure.

"Fuck...!"

His arms came around her and he pushed their bodies together as he jerked his hips and emptied himself inside of her.

She felt sweat running down her back, and his heart beating against her chest, and she wondered for a second if he had passed out because he was so still against her.

"Hey, you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah..."

He was crying.

She reached around his neck and held him close as he leaned his forehead against her collarbone.

"I love you." She whispered. "I love you." She kissed the top of his head. "I love you." She moved her hands to either side of his face and made him look at her. "I love you."

He was still crying but a small smile had broken through now and his crystal blue eyes had never looked more beautiful.

"I've missed you." She said with tears in her eyes, before she leaned in to kiss him.

"I'll never leave you again." He whispered against her lips.

"Good." She said simply.

"Because I couldn't take it."

They were full circle, but this time there were no blurred lines, no mixed signals and no more running.