Thank you everyone for your lovely reviews... something dramatic is coming!

Olivia left him to calm down. She knew better to crowd him if he was emotional.

She sensed his embarrassment with her seeing him become emotional. She got out of bed and pulled on a pair of warm pajama pants from her bag and looked for a hoodie in his cupboard.

She pulled it on and slipped her grey beanie over her head again. She got some fresh socks and slipped them on.

After a little time, she headed downstairs and looked around for him. "Trevor?" she called, hearing some thumping coming from a doorway that was open leading down to some steps.

She figured he was in the basement.

She slowly walked down the stairs, the even-paced thumping getting louder.

She spied him on a treadmill running flat at a pace she couldn't conceive of ever being able to run. She descended the rest of the stairs, she didn't want to startle or annoy him, she promised herself to give him space if he needed it.

He acknowledged her, seeming to have at least calmed down. His expression was blank and unreadable but he was concentrating so hard on keeping his pace. She went and took a seat on the bench press of what looked to be a very well-kept and well-used home gym.

She waited patiently for him, laying back and staring at the ceiling, if for no other reason but to show him that she was there in solidarity.

Eventually his running slowed to a jog and then a walk. Finally, he stopped – pools of sweat beneath his arms and beads threatening to trickle down his forehead.

"Are you warm?" he asked in his usual kind tone but there was absolutely nothing behind it.

"I'm fine…" Liv's voice trailed off. "Are you fine?"

He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, "I'm fine…"

"Cool, so I guess we're both fine…" she replied to him nonplussed. "I don't think your phone is fine…"

He shrugged.

"Trev-"

"I can't talk about it Liv," he said bluntly, "I'm not ready to… I'm angry right now and I don't want you to have to deal with that."

She sighed, she wanted him to feel comfortable enough to discuss it in depth and wondered if had felt the same to him when she avoided discussing him. "We don't have to talk about it," she said finally, "but… I just want you to know that I'm here when you are, the same you are for me."

"Thanks," he replied. His attitude a little sterile and cold toward her. She couldn't help but to feel hurt.

"Trev-" she started but decided to give up.

"Stop, Liv," he cut her off bluntly. "I'm not talking about it," his tone was cold. he wasn't snapping at her, but she did sense that he would become angry if she continued.

She wasn't going to play his game. It was his urging that she would run at him with her problems, not in the other direction. It was his own pushing and his physical affection that he never backed off even when she tried to push him away.

"Fuck it, I don't know why I bother," she got up from the bench and headed back up the stairs feeling insecure and hurt; more by his coldness than the fact that he wasn't ready to talk.

She wondered if it was how he would respond in the future if any problems between them arose and within seconds she was talking herself out of a relationship with him – she figured it might have been best to back out now before it got too far involved.

Noah, she thought with a surge of panic, Noah would be crushed.

She went to his bedroom and pulled the hoodie off and looked for the sweater that she'd discarded earlier.

She started to put all of her things in her bag.

As she found her jeans she heard footsteps behind her. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm gonna go-"

"No, what?" she turned around to face him, his expression was confused, agitated even. "Why are you going?"

"You don't want to speak to me, you don't even want to be near me, I can tell, I'm a detective, remember, I pick up on body language." He saw that she was serious and her face was awash with hurt, trying to hold back her emotions.

He realized quickly that his reaction to the phone call was probably not helpful to Olivia and her own trauma and abandonment. He softened and made his way over to her, "I'm sorry, Liv," he apologized. "It's not your fault and I certainly don't want you to leave. I just needed … a minute to just get my anger out of my system."

"You're allowed to be angry, you're allowed to be hurt … fuck it, Trevor, wanting to cry over those awful things she said would be warranted, but I didn't say them. I just want to make you feel better the way you make me feel better when I've had a hard day or a shit thing happen."

He nodded with understanding, "Okay," he replied calmly. "I want to hug you and I want to give you a kiss and show you that I'm okay but I am covered in sweat, so… can we please just press pause on this for a minute so I can rinse off?"

She sat back down on the edge of his bed with a sigh.

"I'm really sorry," he said again, his voice was no longer void of feeling. "Just… give me a few minutes," he motioned to his shirt pooled with sweat.

He disappeared through the door of his bathroom.

Trevor felt bad. He didn't want Olivia to feel as though she had done something wrong and he had witnessed many times just how skittish she could be. He knew he had to take care of her heart first and foremost and not give her reasons to want to run.

He hadn't meant to be rude to her, but he really wasn't sure how to share the issues of his marriage with her without feeling his masculinity slip. He worried that she could think he was weak.

He rinsed off from his run and got out of the shower, pulling on his fresh trunks. Olivia was laying back on the bed with his hoodie back on, looking cute. He couldn't help but to smile. His hoodie was a little bit big and swallowed her up but she looked very warm. She was scrolling through her phone.

"Hey…" he remarked. He dried his hair with the white towel, staring at her, waiting for her attention.

"Hi," she replied, glancing up briefly from her phone before giving it back her undivided attention. He pulled on a t shirt and another pair of sweats. He went and hung his towel up and climbed in to the empty side beside her on the bed.

"Baby," he started softly, "I'm really sorry if I hurt your feelings."

She locked her phone and put it on the bedside table and turned to him. "Don't do that to me, Trev, I never did that to you – even when I was so ashamed of you seeing my scars for the first time, when you brought attention to it, I was never rude or sterile toward you. It's a trigger point for me."

"I'm sorry," he said again, "I didn't mean to respond to you like that, I just … wanted to compose myself and I can understand why it's upsetting to you. I won't do it again."

She looked at him, looking for the sincerity within his words. "I'm sure you will do it again, but I want you to try."

A smile crossed his lips slowly.

"That's all I ask Trevor – the same way every time you catch me in a vulnerable moment, I have to try not to be resentful or scared or insecure… it's hard but I trust you."

He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead. "I love you and I will never stop trying."

"I love you too," she replied. Trevor enveloped her in his arms and brought her close to him, kissing her temple. Olivia couldn't deny how safe she felt in his strong arms. She tucked her head beneath his chin and closed her eyes and they lay in silence for a short while.

"I feel like something to eat…" Olivia complained, helping herself to the kitchen. "Why is everything in this place 7ft high? How do you not keep your snacks at least at eye level," she sighed, standing on her tip-toes to see what was on the shelf.

Trevor laughed sleepily. They'd both fallen asleep and were now awake and hungry at a time where they probably should have been thinking about bed. He made his way around the kitchen counter, "things are up high because my eye level and your eye level are not the same."

He stood behind her and rested his hands on her hips and looked above her head to the shelf that held cookies and crackers and chocolates. "Okay, I have Chips Ahoy, a bag of ranch flavored Lays right at the back, a lot of Peanut Butter Cups and some Goldfish Crackers…. What'll it be?"

"Blarrgghhhh," Olivia complained, "I don't want any of that."

He laughed at her being difficult. "Okay, well what do you want?" he asked, "I don't know how to help…"

"I don't know…" she replied. She was very aware of his hands on her waist, his soft touch that always seemed to intimate.

"Okay what if I get a post mates order?" he asked, slipping his arms around the front of her. Olivia leaned in to him. "I'll get some brie and some cold cuts and some fruit… I don't have a lot here, it's shopping day tomorrow."

"I'm sorry I'm being so difficult," she replied.

"You're not being difficult; you just don't know what you want… so do you want me to do the post mates thing?" he asked.

"Okay, I can do it, I'm the one who's being a pain in the ass…"

He laughed, "I've got it, why don't you go and hang out in the living room, I'll get you a glass of wine or whisky, what would you prefer?" he asked. Olivia turned to face him and gave him a smile.

"Whisky…" she smiled. "Thank you." He leaned over her and pouted his lips, signifying that he wanted her to kiss him.

Olivia and Trevor sat side-by-side eating from a board of snacks that he'd put together for her, using up some cheese, some crackers, her favorite olives that he'd seen her eat straight from the jar like rice peanuts and some Italian meats. He'd also cut up some strawberries and grapes, insisting to her that fruit was a perfect match with a bite-y cheese.

"Will. You. Just. Trust. Me. Woman!?" he joked, speaking in fragmented sentences as he paired a slice of strawberry with a slice of chedder on a cracker. He perched it before her mouth. She turned her head and made a face, trying not to laugh.

"I. Will. Not!" she pushed his hand away.

"Olivia Benson!" he sighed as if he was resolute, "You should try new things! If you don't like it, I will never bring it up again."

She sighed, "Didn't we already try new things at the beach?" she asked with a subtle smile, her cheeks flushing. "I don't think I've ever had someone trying it on at the beach with me?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Well, it could have had a happier ending but you made me stop, baby, so… how about you put this in your mouth and enjoy it and then you can tell me how right I am…"

She opened her mouth, leaning forward and let him hold the cracker while she took a bite, leaving a little for him. "Happy?" she asked, covering her mouth so crumbs didn't fly out.

"Very…" he laughed, putting the rest of it in his own mouth. He sipped his whisky and smiled contentedly at his beautiful company. Once he had swallowed what was in his mouth, he kissed her forehead lovingly, making sure to make a smooch noise, "you're a good sport, baby."

"Actually, it was kinda good…" she admitted sheepishly, before they both began to laugh. It felt good for him to laugh after such a crappy afternoon.

"See? You think I would try to involve you in something that wasn't going to be excellent?" he asked with a sweet smile.

Olivia regarded him with a look of appreciation. "No, I know you're pretty exceptional when it comes to most things… and because I'm a total good sport, I go along with whatever."

His smile grew. He watched her take a sip of her whisky before setting it down again. "Actually," she began, "you're a good sport too, if I hadn't been so worried about you earlier, I would have been foaming at the mouth watching you run flat out like that – I didn't know you could run."

He laughed at her admission, "I like to run, if I'm mad I just … get on the treadmill and run flat out as hard as I can until it goes away."

"Sounds dangerous," she replied, "I didn't even know that you worked out, to be honest."

"Really? But… I have such big muscles!" he winked, grinning again.

Olivia laughed. "Well, I mean, it's true, you do… you have the best body, I have absolutely no complaints…" she jokingly went to lift his shirt as if to expose his six-pack, "but I guess I've been here so many times and didn't even know you had a gym in the basement."

"Well I guess now that you and I are more comfortable, you won't mind if I steel away and work out like I do most mornings before anything else."

She smiled, "Oooh we're comfortable."

"I certainly am. I am comfortable, committed and deeply, deeply in love with you and I am reluctant to admit this, but I feel so honored and grateful that you've allowed me to fall in love with Noah too…"

Olivia was overcome with the warmth of which his words came; they were always with ease and with confidence. It was overwhelming yet she didn't care for him to stop communicating his feelings even if by comparison, admitting her own fell a little flat.

"Why are you the way that you are?" she asked him quietly with a look of amusement.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"So… special and wonderful and so forward with how you feel…"

He was taken aback. He thought about her remark for a moment before he answered, looking down at the quickly disappearing platter he'd made. "Liv, I'm in my mid 40s, I don't want to waste my time messing around. I love you. I just want you to feel secure, I want you not to question how I feel… and…" he paused, "I had an entire marriage of someone constantly questioning me and feeling like I constantly had to prove my love because apparently I didn't say it enough – maybe that's on me, but I won't make that mistake again."

Trevor felt her hand on top of his. "Trev, I don't think you were the person in the relationship that did anything wrong… I think, if I can be so honest, you were probably made to feel like you didn't do enough because she was projecting her guilt."

He seemed to tense a little, but still he nodded.

"Its okay, Liv, you don't have to defend me, I just want you to know that I only ever want to be wonderful and kind toward you. I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled at him and moved closer to kiss him. His kiss lingered against her mouth. "I love you, Trevor Langan, and I really don't have the words to tell you how much your relationship with Noah means to me. I'm scared about it, but I am so happy for him that he has someone to look up to and someone else who will be there for him besides his Mom," she admitted, knowing that she needed to be as open with him as she could be. She didn't want to be like his ex, she wanted him to feel as special as she did when they were together.

She paused, collecting herself, "Trev…" her voice choked. She paused again. Realizing how hard she was trying, Trevor sat forward, grabbing the board and moving it aside, out of the way so that he could pay her his undivided attention.

"Liv it's okay, you don't have to-"

She held her hand up and gave a laugh to relieve her emotions. She started again, "No," she stopped him, "I don't want another father for Noah," she told him, "but all I want is for someone to be good to him and to accept him for all his little quirks and very specific obsessions," she chuckled, "and I know I said I'm scared but I'm also so touched by how much you have developed this relationship with him, it makes me…" she placed her hand on her chest and felt her eyes fill up, "it's just what I dreamed of for us… and I never want it to end."

Trevor grinned at her. "Thank you Liv, that means a lot to me…"

"Also," she added, "you need to know how good you make me feel. I had this moment today when we were at Noah's game when I was with you and we were just huddling close and you were so sweet and kind and gave me your gloves… it just sums you up."

"Isn't that a normal gentleman thing to do?" he asked, a little confused.

"Not when I already had a pair of gloves on!" she laughed.

"But you were so cold, I would rather be cold than you be cold."

She smiled faintly. "That there… no one has ever loved me like that before and your heart is amazing. No one has ever made love to me like you, no one else understands my job or my sense of humor…" she paused, avoiding his eyes, finding it so hard to push the words from her mouth. "And above it all, you listen, Trevor…" she flicked her eyes up to meet his, "No one has ever listened to me and still stuck around."

He went to say something but she smiled, proud of herself and held up her hand again. He closed his mouth.

"But I fell in love with you because you are funny, handsome, kind, very, very smart, sweet… and did I mention talented with your hands and…. Other things?"

He managed a laugh, feeling very good about himself and so happy that he was finally hearing the words that he needed to hear. He didn't realize how much her assurances made him feel secure – that they were on an equal playing field when it came to their feelings.

"Thank you, Olivia," he said gently. "For being so open with me, I love you and I know this is new, but I really hope that my feelings about what we have is spot on and …. that one day down the track when Helena calms down, you will be able to have a relationship with Eloise the way I have with Noah."

Olivia smiled. "I hope so, I always wanted to have a son and a daughter."

Trevor laughed. "Really?" it made him happy to hear that, "I actually wanted to have a son as well, I thought Helena and I would have another, but … I guess the reality of having one child was enough for her to realize things were going a different way between us."

"Honey, you know that Helena was just saying that stuff about Eloise to be hurtful, the first time I saw her, I knew immediately she was your daughter, she looks so much like you. She has those beautiful angles and her eyes… she actually doesn't look a lot like Helena."

"Thanks for saying that, I did have an interior panic but you're right, Elly and I do look a lot alike, even I can see it."

Olivia scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I think she was trying to hurt you when she said she slept around too…" she added, hoping that she was right about it.

"No…" he said softly, "I knew… I mean, I was in denial, but I knew… I guess I just thought it was my fault, so I tried to be more loving, more kind, I worked harder and tried to give her so much more because I thought that would make it stop."

"You deserved better and that's not as a girlfriend, but someone who genuinely knows you. I'm sorry."

He gave her a weak smile. "Thank you." He paused, "Ever been cheated on?"

"Well, once I had to witness Brian getting a blow job while he was UC with Nick and Fin with me, so … that was fun, but I mean, he was working."

Trevor made a face. "Did he really go through with it?"

"Yeah… but I get it, it was part of the job, it just didn't feel great."

"Liv," Trevor said, "he didn't have to go through with it, that is disgusting. Someone's job description isn't to have sex. I'm sorry, that must have been fucking awful."

Olivia laughed sardonically. "He did try to apologize but truthfully, I wanted to pretend it didn't happen…"

She slipped her arms around his waist and felt him reciprocate. "It doesn't matter, it's the past. I'm living for the present and our future," she told him.

Trevor kissed her forehead and enjoyed holding her.

As they got in to bed at some time after 2 in the morning Trevor had an idea. "Want to work out with me in the morning?" he asked.

She laughed, thinking he was joking.

"No, seriously," he added.

Olivia gave a yawn and let her eyes close. She curled her body against his, feeling his arms wrap around her. "Not a chance," she replied, "I don't work out… I have more important things to do."

"Like what?" he challenged her, pushing some of her hair out of the way so that he could rest his chin on the top of her head. He loved the feeling of spooning her, feeling her warmth against him.

"Like laying in bed, getting all the extra sleep I can get," she shot back.

"Hey, you told me you were involved in athletics at school, you said you loved running."

Olivia laughed, she remembered telling him that on their first official date. "Yeah that was elementary school, honey, before my boobs came in," she replied.

"Maybe you should have better chest support then," he muttered.

"Alriiiight, I'll come to the gym and watch you work out," she sighed.

"Maybe you could just run on the tread mill while I lift weights."

"No deal," she replied in an emotionless, sleepy tone.

"Okay maybe just a walk."

She sighed. "We'll see…"

He realized she was falling asleep. He could feel her body getting heavier against him.

"Goodnight Olivia, I love you so much," he professed.

"I love you so much too," she said in an almost-whisper, just on the cusp of sleep.

"Baby," Trevor softly shook Olivia, "it's time to get up…"

She grunted at him and rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. He sat up bleary-eyed. "Come on honey, wake up…" he said softly, running his fingers through her hair.

"Too cold out," she replied sleepily.

"You'll warm up with some light exercise," he insisted, "don't make me pick you up in your underwear and drag you downstairs with me…" he threatened in a sing-song voice.

"No... must sleep. It's Sunday, God's day." she informed him, still not lifting her face from the pillow. Her words were muffled but Trevor got the gist.

"What was that?" he continued to tease, stroking her warm back with his fingertips, grazing all the way down to her backside and back up again. "C'mon baby, we can't stay in bed all day…"

She rolled over on to her side and opened her eyes. His blue eyes sleepily stared back in to hers. He had a little smile. She sighed. "I don't like exercise," she complained.

He kissed her cheek. "Okay," he smiled, smoothing her arm, "I'll go work out, you rest in bed." He kissed her on the lips.

"Wait, is that passive aggressive?" she wondered, half sitting up.

"No," he laughed, "you want to stay in bed, I'm cool with that, you just enjoy a sleep in, I won't be long and I'll come and wake you up and I'll make you breakfast." He kissed her again upon the forehead. "I'm going to turn the heating on so you'll be nice and toasty and not freezing your sweet ass off like you were last night."

"Love you…" she replied.

She realized she wasn't going back to sleep any time soon. She sighed heavily and rolled over to look at her phone. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Noah via Lucy.

"Hi Lucy, could you tell Noah that Mommy says good morning and she'll see him later today." She put the phone down as an idea came to her.

She got up, and brushed her teeth and gargled some mouthwash. The heating had already significantly warmed up the house. She smiled to herself, putting on his t-shirt over her chest and making her way downstairs to the kitchen.

If there was just one skill she had in the kitchen, it was breakfast. It was kind of hard to mess up.

She found a fry pan and checked out what he had in the refrigerator. She found some bacon and eggs and tomatoes. She could do that, bacon, eggs, toast and fried tomatoes.

As soon as she was able to figure out his cook top and started to make her way around the kitchen the way that he did in hers. She felt happy and confident and looked forward to his reaction; he was always poking fun of her poor cooking skills.

She wondered when he would be finished as the smell of bacon wafted through the kitchen. She watched it carefully, wanting to make sure she got it perfect; Trevor was such a good cook that she wanted to be able to at least have something up her own sleeve.

"What on earth…" she heard his voice sound from behind her. He chuckled, "Liv?"

She turned around to face him. He looked a sight. She let her eyes linger from head to toe. He was sweaty and sexy and she could barely resist him. In turn, Trevor had a huge grin on his face to find her standing barefoot, bare-legged in front of the stove, cooking what smelled like the most amazing breakfast.

She returned his smile once she had lifted her jaw from the floor; he pretended not to notice. "I'm making breakfast for once…" he made his way over to her, his eyes focused on the flesh of her ass peeking out from beneath his t-shirt, he couldn't help but to notice looked damn sexy on her.

"It smells so good," he peered over her shoulder as he rested his hands on her hips. "You smell good…" he spoke against her ear, pressing his lips against them.

"Babe, you better step back or I may burn myself…" he ignored her and slid his hands down to the hem of the shirt she wore, letting his fingers outline the waist of her black underwear.

"Over easy?" she asked him, trying very hard to ignore the desire brewing at his grazing touch beneath her shirt.

"Sunnyside up," he replied, kissing her neck as a hand covered her breast. He felt her body react instantly and smiled to himself.

"Stop, Trevor," she said, "I don't cook often enough for you to ruin my hard work."

"Okay," he said, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, respecting her first protest. He removed his hands from beneath the fabric. "Sorry, I didn-"

She turned around and showed him that she wasn't upset. "No seriously, I want you too badly for you to continue touching me," she chuckled, "look at you… so fucking hot in your gym gear…" he was wearing an old pair of grey gym pants and a white tank top, showing off his arms, parts of his body glistening with post-work out sweat.

"I should shower…"

"No time, breakfast is ready," she told him, moving across to the toaster. She pushed the four slices of toast down.

"Okay… by the way, you look stunning, is it chauvinistic to say that you look sexy in the kitchen?"

She laughed, "Maybe, but I'll take it," she replied.

"Can I do something?" he asked, watching her mill around.

"Yes Trevor, take a seat before one of us has an accident," she laughed.

He smiled at her and didn't mind doing exactly what she said.

Olivia put a plate in front of him and put one down for herself, she'd managed to figure out his coffee machine and made his coffee just the way he liked it. She finally sat down and smiled at him.

"Thank you Liv," he said with genuine appreciation. "I truly thought you couldn't cook and this looks amazing… and it's not even greasy."

She smiled, proud of herself. "Don't get too excited, my repertoire doesn't go much further than this."

"I don't care, this is great… what other breakfast foods can you do?" he asked, reaching for her hand across the table. He laced his fingers through hers, so pleased and so happy.

She felt her cheeks heating up with his praise, "I can do French toast with ice cream and strawberries – it's a special occasion type thing… maybe your birthday."

"Welllll…. Actually," he began, "I wasn't going to say anything but, it's actually my birthday the weekend after next."

"Seriously?" she rose her eyebrow.

"Yeah," he laughed, "I don't have a great track record with birthdays but, I actually thought this year could be different…"

Olivia smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "The big 45, huh?" she asked.

He smiled back at her. "Yup…"

"Well, do you think that you'll have Eloise?" she asked him curiously, "because I'd love to plan something special with you and our kids if that's good with you."

He grinned, "I actually have it in writing that Helena said I could take Eloise on my birthday weekend and I'd love to have you guys spend time with us."

"Awesome… is there anything specific that you want to do?" Liv asked, excited at the idea of them all spending time together.

"I actually I did have something in mind. Depending on how we both go with work, I really wanted to take you guys to Connecticut… I thought we could find a nice AirBNB and there's a very cool locomotives museum with a nice, short steam train tour that I know Noah would love and Eloise would love it because it'll be a novelty..."

Olivia was touched that he was always thinking of her son. "We don't have to spend your birthday finding something interesting for my son," she told him.

"I know, but that's only one thing to do, there's a whole heap of things we can do with the kids – I just thought it might be nice for you to get to spend enough time for Eloise to warm up to you," he told her as he ate his bacon. It was so good, she cooked it the exact way he liked.

"I'd love that…" Olivia smiled.

They both sat contentedly. "Noah and I will bake you a cake, it may be awful, we may have to go and buy you one instead, but … we'll try," she chuckled. She sat back after making a toasted sandwich out of her bacon and eggs. She finished it except for a small bit of crust.

"I would love nothing better than to spend my birthday weekend with the three people that mean the most to me in my life," he replied. "Thank you…"

"You're welcome. Let's make your birthday tradition fun and full of love."

"Thanks Olivia, I hope that we can do that… "

After breakfast, Olivia insisted on cleaning up. Trevor wanted to help but she wouldn't hear of it. "Didn't you say you needed a shower?" she reminded him.

"I do but… you just look so sexy that I don't want to," he replied, watching her leaning over to stack the dishwasher. "Wow," he added as a loud remark, "this is a very good view."

She immediately stood up straight, her face flush with embarrassment, forgetting herself. "Oh my goodness."

Trevor threw his head back and laughed, "Olivia Benson, presenting her beautiful, beautiful ass…"

"Shut up!" she feebly snapped.

He went over to her and wrapped himself around her, "I'm kidding baby, I'm just being silly, you look beautiful, I love you walking around my kitchen like this…" he told her, "and I love looking at your ass."

"Nooo stop talking about it, I'm so embarrassed…" she turned away from him and stood at the sink, rinsing off dishes.

"Don't be embarrassed…" his voice trailed off, his lips at her ear again, letting his hands linger over her backside, he squeezed her flesh. "I never want you to be embarrassed," he added, "you are so hot, Olivia Benson…"

"Trevor… I'm trying to wash dishes…"

"I know, I know. I'm not allowed to help you clean up, but I thought I could help in… other ways…" he added finding his way beneath her shirt, covering her breast, dragging the pad of his thumb against her nipple.

He watched her hands stop scrubbing the dish, losing her thoughts for just a second. With his free hand, he swept her dark waves from her shoulder and planted a wide, open-mouthed kiss on her neck, letting his tongue massage against her skin. Her head tilted to the side, allowing him more room.

He couldn't help himself and he wasn't really in the mood to play around, he let his hand run over her ass softly before finding his way to the front of her underwear.

Olivia let go of the dish and also the cloth and leaned back in to him. She let out a sigh and Trevor knew she had given in. "What is it with you wanting to do this in the kitchen?" she murmured as if she actually gave a shit about the answer.

She felt his hands slide beneath the material of her underwear teasingly, caressing the waist band, letting it snap against her flesh.

"Trev.." she began as if in protest.

"Yes baby?" he paused, not moving his hands for just a second, "what is it?"

"Don't tease me…" she finished, her heart racing.

He pushed her underwear down her thighs and watched her wriggle them all the way down to the floor. "Yes," he said, "this is a fantasy come true…" he chuckled in spite of himself. Before she had the chance to say anything she felt his hand between her legs. She lost all of her senses and was only able to grip the edge of the kitchen counter, pushing her hips against his, feeling his penis harden against her backside.

His mouth covered the same spot on her neck again as he slid a finger inside of her.

"Oh…" she gasped feeling his thumb brush against her. Her knees weakened and she let out a soft moan, barely audible, but enough for Trevor to know how much she needed him.

He really wanted her naked in his kitchen. He reached for the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over her head. She shakily pulled it the rest of the way over her head. He took it and tossed it to the floor. He felt her hands reaching behind her to feel his erection.

He continued to explore her, taking a little too much time, Olivia thought. She wanted him inside of her.

"Trev..."

He knew without her having to say what she wanted, she was trying to get his gym pants down his hips. He pushed her hands away. "I've got it, you just…" he started between kisses, "get ready to come…" his teeth tugged playfully at her earlobe as he watched goose bumps rise to the surface of her skin.

He crouched slightly, pushing her legs apart with his knee. He slid inside of her from behind. He watched her hands grip the edge of the countertop, the flesh of her knuckles going from olive to white.

"Is that okay?" he wondered.

Olivia nodded gasping as she took his full length inside of her. Trevor reached around her, resting his hand over the top of hers, feeling her lift her fingers to link them with his. He pressed his lips against her temple as he thrust inside of her.

He let his hand find its way around her flesh, always as if he'd never touched her before. He thrust again and Olivia felt it throughout her entire body. She could barely breathe for how good it felt, how sexy he made her feel when she was doing what she deemed to be the most mundane of tasks.

She felt his mouth at the back of her neck, kissing her bare shoulder blades as he moved in and out of her. His hand settled back between her legs, two fingers brushing against the sweet spot just inside of her. He knew the exact pressure to use, having figured out exactly what she liked early on.

His fingertips made light circles around her, careful not to put too much pressure before she was ready. Olivia's head became light and with the lightheadedness, all of her inhibitions went out the window. She moaned his name with the intention of giving him direction but she stopped short, she didn't need to… he knew exactly what he was doing.

With his penis buried deep inside of her and his fingers working their magic, pooling with her wetness, she knew she wasn't far off.

He pulled her hips further back, leaning her more over the countertop, allowing himself better access as his dove in to her faster, making all of her nerves around her opening tingle with pleasure.

He could feel her walls tightening around him and he knew she was close. "You good, baby?" he asked softly against her ear.

She stammered for her words but finally nodded. He loved her reactions to him. I put some direct pressure on the spot between her legs and began to circle his fingers faster as he plunged himself deeper inside of her over and over again until he could feel himself building up.

"Does that feel good?" he asked with urgency.

"Yes, yes…." She replied, right on the cusp of an orgasm rippling through her.

She felt his thumb take over from his fingers, added pressure; moving faster; his cock inside of her, she felt like could pass out. "It feels so good," she told him between breaths, rocking her hips to meet his movements.

Her legs began to tremble. He let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist for extra support. "Shit…" he muttered breathlessly as he felt her jolt from the orgasm that began to quake her body. It was enough to send him over the edge. With one last thrust, Olivia felt his warmth fill her up.

It took a few moments for her to regain the use of her limbs after going all but limp in his arms. "Shit," she breathed.

He let out a satisfied laugh, feeling accomplished. "Jeez, I've been waiting to do that since the beach…" he remarked.

Olivia laughed too. He slipped out of her and spun her around to face him. "I love you," she told him. "You're really talented at that, you know?" she asked him slowly.

"You're not bad yourself, baby…" he replied, "that felt good but I do love to see your face…" he reached with both of his hands, running his fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face, giving her a long, slow kiss on the mouth. "I love you, too, by the way."

"I'm definitely going to need that shower…" she told him.

"Me too," he replied. He let go of her briefly to fix himself up.

"Okay, I'm feeling really self conscious here…" she replied, looking around to see her underwear and shirt on the ground.

"Don't worry, we'll come back for these casualties later," he replied, lifting her up, causing her to yelp in shock.

He took her upstairs in to the bathroom so that they could shower and begin the day together.