A/N: I didn't feel right posting this on a Sunday, so happy Monday!

It has been a while since Olivia has wanted things to work out with a man. It's never mattered that much. She hasn't even been close to allowing any man to meet her son, because there hadn't ever been an actual future with anyone. She tries to settle the butterflies in her belly as she opens the door to reveal Elliot standing there with a smile on his face. He steps forward and he kisses her cheek sweetly, aware that she wouldn't want her son to find them making out at the front door.

Elliot is confident and he tells her to stay back. Instead of her making the introduction, he'd like to do it on his own, so she watches from the door as Elliot approaches Noah. He is sitting at the kitchen table having a snack while doing a project for school. She doesn't quite hear the hushed ice breaker, but whatever it is sends Noah into a fit of laughter.

"My mom told me you are her best friend," she hears Noah say as she walks closer and Elliot looks over his shoulder at her and he smiles.

"Yeah, she's my very best friend."

"I have a best friend, too, but it isn't a girl."

His eyes are still on her, though he is talking to her son. "Not yet… but soon. You'll find a girl and she'll be your best friend and she'll mean the world to you."

Again? He's saying it again, this time to her son? Behind them, Olivia melts. She has to physically stop her head from falling off of her neck, that's how loose his words make her. "Elliot," she says softly.

"What? It's true," he lips to her. "So, your mom said you have a project due. What is all of this?"

Noah begins explaining to him that his class is learning about each state in America and he has been assigned California. "I chose California because my mom wants to go there."

Elliot laughs. "She does?"

"Let me finish getting dressed. His sitter should be here shortly and then we'll go," Olivia says, her bare feet breezing past them. She wants to listen in on them, but she of course is running late and she needs to finish getting ready. She chooses a bright orange dress that compliments her skin tone. She pairs it with a denim jacket and a pair of wedged sandals. Her hair is straight and parted in the middle and because it's daytime her makeup is natural. She needs help with buckling the beaded necklace around her neck, so she walks out of her bedroom and down the hall to find Noah and Elliot laughing like old friends.

"My love," she calls, and both guys whip around, both of them searching her out.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Yeah, Liv?"

Elliot and Noah speak at the same time and it is the first time something like this has ever happened before and it takes her a moment to recover.

"Sorry," Elliot mouths.

"She means me, Elliot," Noah explains, standing to his feet. He pulls his chair out and they both watch as he climbs onto it. "You need help, Mom?"

Silently Olivia walks over and she turns her back to her son. He's done this for her plenty of times before. She holds her hair to the side as Noah quickly clasps her necklace together. "Thanks, baby."

Noah sits back down in his seat, pushing himself back to the table, shooting, "No problem!" over his shoulder.

Elliot steps in front of her, his bottom lip pulled into his mouth. "You don't look half bad, best friend."

Olivia grins. "Thank you, best friend."

—

When Elliot sits next to her in the taxi, his entire forearm aligns against her thigh. He's leaning into her and she shakes her head. He's not even trying to be subtle. "You look gorgeous," he grumbles against her shoulder. His fingers toy with her dress that falls just below her knees and he pulls it up high enough so he can clamp his hand around her right knee.

"Thank you," she mumbles.

"How long are we staying? How long is Lucy on retainer?"

Olivia laughs. "On retainer?"

"I'm trying to calculate the time I have to get you to my place and then back home."

"We're not going from Manhattan to Queens and then back to Manhattan—"

"You won't want your son to see what I plan on doing to you."

Her cheeks burn and she smacks him with the back of her hand, her eyes motioning to the taxi driver. Elliot chuckles and he shrugs a shoulder.

"Noah has a sleepover tonight. After he's done with his project, Lucy will drop him off. I uh... planned it this way."

Elliot is impressed by her foresight and his excitement is palpable. "So we've got your place to ourselves?"

"Yeah. I think we do."

Elliot sits up, finally sitting normally on his side of the backseat, and he presses his phone to his ear. "Hey Liz," he says, his eyes on Olivia. "I don't know if I'll be back at a decent hour tonight. Do you mind staying? You don't? Ok. Great. You're my favorite daughter." He laughs, probably at something she's said. "Just going to need to help my friend out. No big deal… I love you, too."

"By friend you mean yourself," Olivia says, her eyes darting down to her own phone.

Next to her, he smiles, but he says nothing. She can already tell that it's going to be a long day.

—

"What time were we supposed to be here?" Olivia asks, looking down at her watch. Behind her, Elliot is bumped for the third time and he grumbles angrily. Fin has picked a very popular brunch spot and everyone around them is already drunk and rowdy. The music is loud and one floor down is a day party.

"We're too old for this," Elliot says into her ear, his hands finding themselves on her hips. "Reservation is for noon."

"Under the name Odafin Tutuola. Brunch for four at noon," Olivia tells the hostess again.

"Oh! You mean Fin," the young hostess explains. "Follow me!"

Elliot has to hold onto her to keep up as they follow the maze of the restaurant. Finally tucked into the courtyard, they find Fin and Phoebe cheersing champagne flutes. They all stand to greet each other, exchanging hugs and kisses and when they're finally seated, Fin and Phoebe on one side and Elliot and Olivia on the other, they all share a beat of awkward silence.

"So when did this happen?" Fin asks, smiling from ear to ear.

Olivia looks at Fin, then Elliot, and then back to Fin. "When did what happen?"

"Are we going to pretend you guys didn't come together?" Phoebe asks smirking. "And besides, Fin told me."

"Of course, he did."

"She's my wife, Liv," Fin says in his defense.

"Better me than Kat," Phoebe says with a chuckle. "Elliot, have you been treating our girl okay?"

"This is not happening," Olivia announces. She reaches for the mimosa pitcher but before she can pour herself a glass, Elliot reaches over and he does it for her.

"I've got it," he whispers to her.

"When will you being going public?" Fin pushes, clasping his hands onto the table.

"Going public?!" Olivia cries, accepting her glass from Elliot.

"Liv, it's me. You're gonna sit here and put on a front to me?" Fin asks.

Elliot and Phoebe watch as they have a staredown before finally, Olivia breaks. "Fin, it's new. Very new."

"I knew it would happen!" Fin's hands fly up in victory and Elliot snickers.

"Liv, I don't think you realize how much these guys chat," Phoebe says and for the first time, she realizes that Elliot hasn't said anything to even contribute to the conversation since sitting down.

"Elliot," she says, glaring at him, questioning him with her eyes.

A grin breaks out on his face and he shrugs shyly. "The dance was step one."

"And brunch was step two?" she asks, looking him in his eyes. She wants to be annoyed but it's sexy to her that he's called in backup. He wanted this between them so bad that he recruited Fin, her second in command, for assistance.

"Who knew we didn't even have to get to step two before he'd go and seal the deal?" Fin laughs and Olivia's jaw drops.

"I'm still your boss," she reminds him.

"Not on Sunday. Not when we're drinking at brunch. You want a shot? I'll order some shots."

Olivia's eyes dance between Fin and Elliot once more before she sighs. "Fine. Get me a shot."

"Baby, you go back to work tomorrow, remember?" Phoebe says.

Fin chuckles. "That's tomorrow. Today is today."

Elliot's arm casually slips around Olivia's shoulders and he draws her closer. "You know what 'Drunk Liv' means," he whispers in her ear before pulling away.

Olivia laughs, cupping his jaw in her right hand and pulling him until his ear is at her mouth. "No. You know what 'Drunk Liv' means," she promises softly.

"I know I'm an advocate for this, but I do not want to see you guys kiss!"

"I didn't kiss him, Fin. Jesus," Olivia gasps before she turns her attention to Phoebe. "Tell me how was the honeymoon!"

Olivia busies herself with catching up with Phoebe and Elliot and Fin do the same until the waitress shows up.

"Can I order for you?" Elliot asks, their eyes connecting. Olivia fights the urge to brush her fingers across his jaw, fights the urge to kiss him right there at the table.

"Sure. I trust you." Elliot orders two chicken and waffles with two sides of baked macaroni and cheese. She wouldn't have gone with that choice, but he looks like he's sure of himself. Fin and Phoebe having already ordered, only order tequila shots for the table.

"Chicken and waffles?"

"Blame Bell. When I eat with her, she makes me try new things."

"I like her," Olivia says, finishing her first mimosa.

"More?" He asks.

Olivia's arm fits itself behind his chair and her hand drops to the back of his head. His grin deepens at her touch. "More," she says.

—

"Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry. He didn't order this." Olivia picks up the plate of food that's been placed in front of Elliot and she offers it back to the waitress. Elliot laughs at her seriousness, at the demand in her voice, and the way the waiter quickly takes his plate away.

"Sweetheart," Elliot says, his hand grabbing onto her knee. "It's okay."

"It's not okay," Olivia says with a shake of her head.

"Miss, I'm sorry. Wrong table," the waitress says before she scurries away.

"So," Olivia begins, "shot number three?"

"You need to eat something first."

"We'll be right back," Phoebe announces from across the table. "Shoot us a text when the food gets here, I want to check out the party downstairs."

"Ok," Olivia answers, but her eyes never leave Elliot. The moment they disappear from her peripheral like she's been waiting all along, Olivia clutches Elliot's jaw and she pulls his mouth to hers. She isn't one for public displays of affection. It just has never felt necessary. She remembers the way Ed would secretly fit his hand over hers in public and it's a far cry from the way Elliot's hand curves over her hip, dips lower, grabs a handful of her ass as her tongue thrusts into his mouth. "God, I've been wanting to kiss you this whole time," she whispers and he laughs.

"I don't think we're going to make it," he says.

"Can we just leave?" she asks. "Is that rude?" Before he can answer, she kisses him again, sucking on his lips erotically before pulling back. "Do you know that I still haven't seen you completely naked?"

"That can be our goal for today," he says, squeezing her over her dress. "All these years and I never knew you were a horny drunk."

"Why would you know? You were the last person who was supposed to know," she says. She realizes what she's saying, but she doesn't care. She's three mimosas in and she is buzzing from her head to her toes. "I've never been out with a man like this and was counting the seconds till we could say goodbye and go home together."

"You mean you weren't like this with Ed?"

Olivia pulls back to narrow her eyes at him. "Were you like this with Kathy?"

"Not after thirty years of marriage, no," he chuckles. "Let's not talk about them today, huh?"

"You brought them up," she whispers, leaning forward to kiss him again. "What do you like in bed? What haven't we tried yet?" Olivia asks suddenly. Elliot's hand instinctively squeezes again and Olivia squeals. "No ass stuff."

He chuckles and she notices the red creeping up his face. "Everything you do in bed is great, Liv."

"No, but what's your fantasy?" she asks, her eyebrow lifting.

"You."

Her eyes search his for a moment before she leans in, her lips brushing his. "I want you to fuck me from behind."

—

Stepping off the elevator, Olivia shrugs out of her jean jacket. She's serious about getting naked this time. Maybe the only way it'll happen is if she undresses at the door. Drunk Liv thinks that's a divine idea.

"Give me your keys, Liv," Elliot demands, his words only slurring marginally. Olivia tosses him her bag and he laughs at how carefree she is after an entire afternoon of drinking mimosas. "Which key?" He asks as they approach her door. Olivia turns around, her back to the door and she reaches for him, pulling at his belt already. "Olivia. The key," he bites out. But her mind is on one track and her lips have found his throat, so he begins trying each key one after the other. "Christ, Liv," he mumbles, his hands fumbling. Her teeth sink into his neck and she finally gets her hand into his pants.

"Have you been this hard since the restaurant?" Olivia murmurs against his skin. "So hard, so big," she whispers, stroking him inside of his pants. Elliot stops, his forehead dropping, meeting her shoulder.

"Liv," he groans, but she's relentless. Her soft palm continues to stroke him and her tongue lazily licks to his ear.

"I think I could get you to come right here. Would you like that?"

"We're in your hallway, for God's sake," he says weakly and she finally has mercy for him.

"It's the biggest key on the ring. Obviously," she says petulantly. "Hurry up," she demands. When he finally has the door unlocked, he pushes his way through until her back collides with a wall. "Lock the door!" She points behind him. Her bag and her denim jacket both fall to the floor, followed by her keys. He stalks after her, until she gets to the kitchen table. She turns around and she peeks over her shoulder. "I need help getting out of this dress," she says.

Elliot is behind her seconds later, his erection hard against her ass. He remembers her request, but she's already teased him enough today. He pulls the skirt of her dress up, snatches her panties down, and before either of them can utter a word, he is sliding himself inside of her. She moans, pushing herself back against him. "Harder."

He chuckles because God, they've only just started and she's already demanding more. He has a fistful of her skirt, holding her at her belly as he draws his pelvis away. "Liv," he groans, sinking back into her. His free hand grasps at her shoulder as he builds up a quick rhythm. Her hands are splayed onto the table and she groans, loudly as he penetrates her over and over. "You wanted it like this, baby?"

"Yes," she hisses, her nails scratching at the surface of the table. "My dress! Take it off!" she groans.

Elliot chuckles. He begins sliding the zipper down, his hips never stopping. He pulls the dress over her head and she sighs happily. "Olivia," he murmurs, seeing for the first time without any obstructions what it looks like when he slides into her. His hips slam forward and he watches as the power of his thrust ripples over her ass.

"Yes, baby," she says nodding. She turns to look at him over her shoulder, their eyes meeting instantly. The fire she sees in his eyes makes her grip even tighter around him, clamping her walls tighter around him.

"Oh, baby."

"Right there!" she groans and she begins pushing herself backward, grinding back. He wraps his hand around her jaw, pulling her up to a standing position. His lips immediately attach to hers and without warming she begins trembling around him. He pulls back and he smiles at the face she's making, at her eyes rolling back into her head, at the flush over her cheeks. "God, El. Don't stop."

"I know," he grunts. "If I keep going, you'll keep coming." He repeats her words back to him from their first time. She only nods in response and she bends all the way over, resting her forearms on the table. He grabs her by the hips and he forcibly pulls her into him as he thrusts forward, fucking her, by the sounds of it, almost obliterating her. She screams his name over and over, her body twitching and crumbling around him. He pulls out of her and he turns her around, her ass colliding with the table. His mouth seeks hers out, clashing his tongue against hers, tasting as much of her mouth as he can.

Olivia snatches her mouth away from his to look at him, to catch her breath. They're breathing heavily until finally, she spins them around. She pulls a kitchen table out for him and she motions, "sit." His pants and underwear are pooled around his shoes as he sits before her. She readily climbs on top of him, sitting down until he's penetrated deep inside of her. "You're still dressed," she chuckles, pulling his shirt up and over his head. She scrapes her nails up his arms and then down his chest and he growls in response. She sets a slow pace, her eyes gazing into his as she takes him. Her hands wrap around his neck, her nails scratching at the skin there. "Faster?" she pants.

"No, you're perfect," he whispers, his nose bumping into hers.

"Perfect?"

"Yes, you're perfect." This time when she comes, she brings him grunting along with her.

—

"Did we even eat?" Olivia asks, laughing. They'd been resting in silence. Not sleeping, just resting after all of the activity of the last hour. She'd stood to her feet and she pulled him after her until they both fell across her bed.

"We did eat," Elliot responds.

"I'm hungry, baby. Feed me." Her arms wrap around him and she pulls him onto her until he is resting on top of her, his head on her chest.

"I love when you call me baby."

"And my love," she reminds him and he laughs.

He laughs, his slip-up from earlier replaying in his head. "Sorry about that."

"You know," Olivia begins, her hand drifting down his back. "I still have clothes on," she says, referring to her bra. It was only when they got to her bedroom that his pants and shoes came off and when he pulled her sandals off for her.

"We can fix that."

"I thought you liked my breasts," Olivia muses. "I used to catch you looking all the time. It's the what? Fourth time and you still haven't gotten my bra off."

Elliot picks his head up so that he's able to look her in her face. "Are you still drunk?"

"No… maybe a little," she mumbles, rolling her eyes. "We drank too much."

"You almost gave me a hand job at the door."

"I did," she corrects, bending forward to kiss him chastely. "I did give you a hand job at the door."

"I can barely believe it and I was there to experience it."

Olivia laughs before she reaches down for him again. He obliges and he stretches forward to kiss her, but he breaks the kiss before she deepens it. He inches down until he's eye level with her breasts. "Lift up," he murmurs, his hands snaking around her back, finally unfastening her bra. He pulls it off of her before he flings it behind him.

She throws her arms behind her head and she watches as his lips wrap around one of her dark nipples, sucking gently.

"Elliot," she moans, her hips thrusting forward. He has himself positioned between her legs, but he doesn't give her any friction. His focus is her sensitive breasts, since clearly she's felt he's neglected them. He licks and kisses his way between them, squeezing on one, his mouth sucking on the other.

His nails scratch gently and his eyes are closed like he's really enjoying himself. He lightly bares his teeth against her and she thrusts her hips upward again. "El, please."

"Please what?"

"Come here," she says, reaching for him.

"Tell me what you want," he says, climbing up, until he's face to face with her, nose to nose. She reaches between them and she wraps both of her hands around him, guiding him to her opening once more.

"Make me come. Over and over," she whispers, rubbing the tip of him over herself.

"How?"

"You know how," she says urgently, going to kiss him, but he pulls back. "Stop," she chuckles, her lips clamping together. "Come here," she pouts.

His eyes darken. "Liv, parlami," he grumbles. Tell me, in Italian. She moans involuntarily.

"That! Speak to me in Italian," she commands. "Lift my leg," she tells him and he hooks her left leg around his arm. "Higher," she whispers and he lifts it until her leg is over his shoulder. "Now fuck me, Elliot." She doesn't have to guide him into her, he pushes forward, sliding back inside of her until their pelvises are flushed.

"Hold out," he whispers, a small smile playing on his lips. "Just wanna see something."

"Don't come?"

"Not just yet."

"Ok," she agrees, nodding.

He picks up the pace just a little and her hands fly to her head, threading her fingers into her hair. Maybe it's because he's just told her not to, or it's the glimpse of his muscular forearms on either side of her. She tries, she really does, but she is a loose cannon at this point. She tries to hide it on her face, pretends that nothing at all is happening. She bites back the moan threatening to tumble out of her mouth, and above her, he laughs. "You're coming, Liv. I feel it."

Since he knows, she arches into him, groaning loudly, planting her foot farther into the mattress as she finishes disintegrating around him. When her eyes open, he is gazing down at her, amused. She shrugs a shoulder, knowing that she's failed miserably, but she doesn't even care. She grabs him, pulling his face down to kiss his lips once more. She pulls back, her eyes boring into his. "I don't care and I'm not sorry." She lifts the leg that isn't on his shoulder and she snakes it around his hips, pulling him deeper into her. Huskily, she prompts, "again!"