A/N: Everybody go on Twitter & say Happy Birthday, Puff!

"I'm sorry for what I said about Tucker, but I meant every word."

Olivia turns Maury up on the television. She's much more interested in finding out who the father is than this. Elliot barely knows how to apologize and it's hard to take him seriously as he lies there completely naked with only a sheet covering his middle.

"Did you hear me?" Elliot pokes.

She glances to her left before focusing back on the television. "You're right here. Of course, I hear you."

Elliot rearranges his pillow before his head falls back down on it and when she glances back down at him she smirks because he's literally gazing at her. "I said I'm sorry."

"You should be."

He rolls his eyes at her response, but continues, "anyway, I'm happy we did this."

She's happy, too, but what's going on at the sixteenth precinct without her watchful eye is heavy on her mind. She can only imagine what Fin has told the squad. He isn't the most secretive person she knows. He probably told Kat and Amanda she was 'under the weather' with his stupid, obvious smile and sparkling green eyes. "I'm itching to go to work."

"No," he says like there's no argument to be had here.

She settles her back against the headboard and she crosses her legs at her ankles. "Fine. We have to do shit then."

He grins at the idea of doing things to her. "Give me another fifteen, Liv."

"I wasn't talking about sex."

"Oh," he says, not even attempting to hide his disappointment. "We can talk then."

"Ask me anything," she says, running her hands through her hair.

He thinks about it for a moment, while he turns the television down. "You ever had sex with a woman?"

"Yes," she answers simply. His eyes widen and she smirks, but she offers him nothing else.

"Yes?" he gapes.

She shrugs because it's no big deal. "Yes."

"You ever had a threesome before?"

"No, not really."

"Not really? The hell does that mean?"

"I said you can ask me anything. I didn't say I'd explain everything in graphic detail," she whispers, still smirking. He looks like he can barely breathe at the idea of her with other people.

"Who was the lucky fucker?" he almost growls, and it makes her laugh. No matter how many apologies he makes, the jealousy always finds its way back. He can't help it.

"My turn," she tells him, finally turning to look at him, folding her legs in front of her. "You into anal sex?"

Elliot's cheeks redden and she can't imagine why after he's had his thumb shoved up her ass, this line of questioning could be too much for him. "No, not really."

"Well, what was that earlier?"

He shrugs. "Fun."

"Your best sexual experience?"

"Getting a hand job in the hallway."

"You keep bringing this up."

He grins. "It's worth mentioning."

"You like public sex, then?"

"Absolutely not. I don't want to even risk anybody seeing you like that ever again. Only me."

"Interesting," she says, nodding. "Your worst sexual experience?"

"I don't know. I think every guys is the same. Not being able to get hard for whatever reason." He shifts uncomfortably like he's had the moment with her. "Or saying the wrong woman's name. I've done that."

"Who's name did you say?"

"Didn't you say no explanations?"

"You don't want to tell me," she pouts. She pretends to think about it and she can only come up with a handful of women. Kathy, his ex-partners Jo and Dani, Williams from Immigration, and Angela. Though he's said nothing happened with Wheatley, she still makes the list. "El, what's your type?"

"Huh?"

"Just have this visual in my head of these beautiful blondes and black women, and I think you have a type."

He ignores her question and he clears his throat. "Your worst experience?"

"There are many. Guys find out what I do and they think I'm a nympho—"

"You're not?"

Olivia laughs and she bends over to kiss his lips. "With you."

"Did you think of me over the years?"

"Yeah, sure."

"No. I mean in here."

"In bed? By myself or when I was with other men?" Her eyebrow quirks as she waits for his answer. He wants to know if she thought about him when she was with Ed and it's obvious by the way he won't look at her. His eyes are refocused on Maury, so she nudges him with her knee. "Did you think about me?"

"Yes," he answers emphatically.

"Me, too." They both nod and mutually decide to let this part of the conversation die. It's too difficult to think that in the years they were apart they spent secretly yearning for each other on opposite sides of the world. "Other than the hand job," she strikes up after a silent stretch, "what is your favorite experience between us?"

"God, Liv." He blows out a dramatic breath. "Everything you do—"

"Stop being safe. Tell me what you like."

"The multiple orgasms."

"AKA Drunk Liv?"

"Yes. You always been like that?"

"When I'm drunk. I could close my eyes and just feel and let my imagination run free and—"

"The hell are you thinking when I'm—"

"I don't have to do that with you," she confesses softly. "I don't have to close my eyes with you." He leans over and he grabs her hand to kiss. He plants a wet kiss on her knuckles before he deposits her hand on his head. He pushes himself until his head is in her lap and he sighs happily as her fingers stroke his almost bald head. Sometimes he's this big, cocky asshole, and other times he's this sweet boy who likes head rubs.

"What's something you didn't think you'd like?" When he talks now, she feels his hot breath on her thighs and it sends her heart thumping just a little quicker.

"You're asking me about the thumb thing?" she asks smiling. "I did like it."

"You said no ass stuff."

"Good thing you didn't listen," she whispers.

"What's your least favorite feeling?"

She answers without pause, "when you pull out."

"Your favorite?"

"I can't choose. Your kiss, when you're inside of me. Just when you get inside, or when you're so deep I can't talk." She's blushing but she pushes her hair behind her shoulders and pretends she's not. "Tell me something you've never tried but have always wanted to try."

"Never had sex with food before. I think every man has that fantasy. Squirting some whipped cream or chocolate sauce or—"

"Get up."

"Huh?"

"That's an easy fantasy to fulfill. Get up."

—

Olivia is in the kitchen and he hears her opening cabinets one after the other as he sits on her couch completely naked.

He'd been in the refrigerator earlier and hadn't seen any whipped cream so he has no idea what she could possibly be looking for. Instead of rushing her, he turns the television on and this time he settles on Jerry Springer. Two women are fighting over a little person and it's an oddly intriguing spectacle. The scroll at the bottom of the television reads 'just because I'm little doesn't mean I don't have enough love to spread.' "The hell does that even mean?" he mumbles to himself.

He hears Olivia clear her throat and his head drops to the back of the couch just in time to see her coming out of the kitchen with her hands behind her back. She's grinning like a Cheshire Cat by the time she's stepping in front of him. "Are you ready for me, Daddy?" she asks and she wonders if he even remembers that night years and years ago.

He remembers and so does his body.

His dick twitches right in front of him and he forces himself to take a deep cleansing breath. "Olivia," he greets again. She'd redressed in her black robe some time ago, but it's loose and her left nipple is hard and half exposed. He goes to reach for her again, but she bats his hand away. He frowns, almost petulantly, but he settles back onto the couch. "Don't call me daddy."

"Why not?"

"I might come before you touch me. That's why."

She laughs as she sinks to her knees in front of him.

"What's behind your back?"

Olivia lifts one hand and he can't even imagine what the hell she could have that small that could be used for sex.

"What is it?"

And then her fist opens and a colorful strip tumbles down, and he laughs. "Is that a fruit roll up?"

"Fruit by the Foot, but same thing."

"That Noah's?"

She doesn't miss a beat. "He won't miss it."

"What are you going to do with it?"

One of her hands run up his thick thigh, over his groin, purposely avoiding his swaying erection. "What do you think?"

Olivia rips the fruit snack in half and grabs a handful of him and his eyes go wide.

"Liv," he mutters and she hears the trepidation in his voice.

"Shh." She winks up at him and then her focus is on him. She tips forward and she wraps her lips around him, sucking him into her mouth, only going down far enough to wet the tip and the sensitive skin just under. "I'm going to wrap this around," she explains as she wraps one loop of the fruit snack around his shaft. "Then I'm going to suck it off," she says, looking him in his eyes.

"Fuck."

"Try not to come until I finish."

He gives her a pained look, but he nods like he is up for the challenge. The first time she'd had him in her mouth, it had been all at once. She couldn't wait to taste him and she couldn't wait to get him inside of her, so it'd been heated and a little rushed. It's only ten in the morning now and they have the rest of the day ahead of them. There's no need to rush anything.

She tilts his solid erection forward, relishing in the way that he reaches his belly button. He's groomed just enough that she doesn't mind putting her mouth on his balls. She sucks softly and he adjusts on the couch, sliding closer to her. She licks and swirls her tongue, swiping the area just beneath his balls for just a taste. It's a quick moment and it jolts his eyes open and she dances internally. He always makes her feel like everything she does to him is amazing. He makes her feel like she's the sexiest woman on the planet. All it does is give her the motivation to impress him and even though she said she wouldn't, she'd told herself that she'd ease him into it, the second her lips wrap around him again and she finds herself sliding all the way down. The candy is so sweet it makes her mouth water, makes the saliva drip a little more.

"Sonofabitch," he gasps because her eyes are closed and she's in her own world as she pleases him. Her hands glide up his sides until both of her hands are cuffed around his ribcage and all he sees is a flash of color and her head bobbing up and down. She moves rhythmically, uses her lips and her cheeks to suck him harder until she feels the fruit snack slowly disintegrate. He's flexing up slowly into her mouth and she moans and moves in perfect tandem. "Jesus, Liv."

Her eyes open just to see what she's doing to him and it takes all of her self-control to not laugh. His arms are stretched over the back of the couch and his smooth chin is pointed up to the ceiling and he's moaning softly.

When he comes in her mouth, he tastes like candy. And normally she'd stop there, but this is a special occasion and he tastes so good already. She slurps and sucks on him until he is unable to take it. Until he yelps and both of his hands are on her jaw physically extracting himself from her mouth.

"Jesus Christ, Olivia," he says seriously.

She can't help but laugh.

—

"What are you going to tell my five children when I end up in the cardiac wing of the nearest hospital?" He offers her a cup of coffee and she takes a sip, an appreciative smile gracing her face. They stand there for a moment and he watches as she sips at the beverage, fully nude, one hip leaning against the counter. Her hair is unruly and her eyes are still low with what he thinks is lust and he finds himself astounded. He's always known that he was in love with her. It'd been a love kept buried under labels like partner and best friend, but he has always understood the capacity of it.

He lost his wife this year. As much as he loved her and would've traded his life for hers, as loyal as he's always been to her, Olivia has always had pieces of him still within her grasp. He remembers vividly being enthralled by her, by her strength and her heart. He remembers all of the efforts that went into keeping his feelings for her concealed. He's spent years denying the love he has for her, so now all these years later, there isn't an ounce of guilt. Not anymore. Not when he'd been as true to his vows as humanly possible.

He'd given Kathy everything he had for her until the day she was taken away. He still struggles with the loss. He still has nightmares. He still has healing to do, but his grief doesn't diminish his capacity to love Olivia.

The sound of her abandoning her coffee cup on the counter brings him out of his reverie. "I'll tell them you died a happy man."

"It'd be true."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just..." There are so many things he knows he can't say to her yet. He doesn't want to push her away or scare her even more than he already has. "I know we're taking it slow..."

"But?"

"Can we have dinner with Noah? Hang out?"

"Let me ask Noah his opinion on you and then I'll let you know." She pulls the shower door open and she steps inside. "If the results are good, I wouldn't mind cooking you dinner one night this week," she teases.

As the hot water pours down, she steps backward, drenching her hair and her body before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. As his arms close around her waist, they're both reminded of dancing at Fin's wedding. Their naked fronts are pressed firmly together and when her eyes meet his, she melts against him.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too."

She's said it back with no hesitation at all. No tricks, no cute little notecards to give her prompting, just complete honesty. She'd been waiting for the right moment, but maybe any moment with him is the right moment. Maybe they were never going to have some grand romantic moment. It wasn't them. Showering together to wash the sticky remnants of a fruit snack off of him in the middle of a workday sounds more their speed.

He's not even shocked that she's said it back because he's felt it. In the way that she holds him. In the way that she kisses him. In the way that she's always given freely to him.

He's always known.

She pushes up, her chest slipping across his, her body wet and slick with water. Her hands pull his head down to meet hers, splaying across his face, her lips claiming his in a soft kiss. Just a meeting of lips, consummating what's finally been given a voice.

She breaks the kiss, reaching behind her for a white bar of soap and her loofah. She quickly makes suds before handing the loofah off to him. Wordlessly he scrubs it across the skin of her back as she runs the soap across his chest. She turns around to face the showerhead, allowing the water to fall over her. He offers her the loofah and he goes for the soap and they wash their own bodies. They maneuver in silence, besides the groan they both make when they switch sides, allowing him the chance to stand under the water, too. They switch one last time and this time, she feels him hard against her belly. She shampoos her hair and she feels his eyes on her as she massages the soap into her hair.

"God damn it, Liv," he grunts when she allows the water to rinse out, white soapy suds slipping down the curves of her body. "You look like— I feel like this is another fantasy."

She steps forward, pushing her wet hair backward. "Isn't it?" Her eyes actually glimmer at him and his hand absently drops down to fist himself. She grins at him because watching him touch himself is more erotic than she's ever imagined. Knowing that it's her body that's giving him this reaction just adds another layer of need.

Olivia reaches out, grabbing for their towels, handing one to him before wrapping hers around herself. The second they reached the bedroom, his hands are on her and their towels are abandoned on the floor. They fall into bed together with her beneath him. Her legs snake around his, her smooth skin gliding over the hair on his calves. Her hands grip his shoulders and she drags him down to her, her lips immediately attacking his. All this emphasis she'd put on slowing down and as he enters her this time, she sees their future very clearly. This is only the beginning. They still have a life left to share with each other.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

She doesn't even realize she's saying it until he's saying it back. And now that she's said it, she doesn't think she'll ever be able to stop.