A/N: Idea I had to get out after last week

She had a smile on her face when she opened the door this time.

A refreshing change from when he last appeared at her apartment.

"Sticking with the beard?" She asked and responded with his signature smirk.

"Why. You like it?" He asked.

"It's growing on me," she said, stepping aside and letting him in.

He gently grasped her arm as he walked in and spun her to him, pulling her for a tight hug. "Missed you… I'm glad I'm back. Can we make sure we don't lose touch again?"

She smiled and inhaled his scent, resting her head a little too long on his chest. "Please."

Shutting the door, she led him to the couch to sit where two glasses of wine were waiting for them.

They talked for a while, about the the kids and work, before he smiled small at her. "Heard your replacement me came back for a case."

She laughed. "Yes, Nick… he was great- I really missed him so it was good to catch up."

"Also heard that's not the only person who showed up." He said with a smirk.

"Yeaahhh…. Not the best moment," she said, taking a big gulp of her drink.

"The guy you were engaged to right? That was him?" He asked and she nodded, sinking back in her couch and leaning against him lightly.

"He was cuter when we was younger…"

"Slimmer too, I bet," he teased and she laughed smacking him.

"Not everyone can look like you at 55, El. You're an anomaly."

They were silent for a few seconds more before and chuckled. "You sleep with him."

She turned back to look at him, challenging him like always. "Did you sleep with that Albanian human trafficker?"

He smiled, their familiar banter warming his heart. "I asked first," he said, channeling his inner teenager.

She bit her lip, rolled her eyes, and sat back against him again, leaning a little further. "Yes."

He nodded, slouching back more. "Me too. The Albanian human trafficker, not Santa Clause."

The laughter that came out of her mouth was contagious, and he joined in it, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Was he good?"

Trying desperately to hide her grimace, she nodded slowly. "I mean… I orgasmed."

He laughed harder. "You 'orgasmed'? That's the least sexy way to phrase that ever."

She covered her face with a hand and chuckled. "What do you want me to say? I came so hard I couldn't walk for a few minutes? And not cause he was any good, simply because I hadn't been touched in two and a half years?"

Her comment made him choke on his wine and she laughed. "How could you go that long?? You're like the most gorgeous woman alive. Who wouldn't want to touch you."

Ignoring his comment, she smiled small. "Busy life. Mom. Captain," she shrugged. "Now, I answered so it's your turn."

Taking another sip he nodded. "Yeah, I slept with her."

"And??? You broke the one UC rule- was it good at least?"

"I broke a lot of UC rules," he paused and shrugged, trying to hide his smile. "I orgasmed."

It was her turn to push him, now. "Orgasmed?? Thats the least sexy thing ever!" She mimicked and he smiled.

"I was thinking of someone else. Boring missionary so I didn't have to look at her face."

It dawned on her that it might have been his first time since Kathy died, so she chose to tread carefully. "Kath?" She asked gently, looking up at him.

His eyes squinted as he looked down at her. "No, Liv… not Kath."

She gave him a look before realization hit her. Her mouth opened half way to say something before it closed again and she turned back, sinking against him.

Changing the subject, he gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "So? Boring missionary for you too?"

She shook her head and her hand fell to his knee without thinking. "No…" she said, taking a sip of her wine. "I like to be on top. Control and such."

"You? Needing to be in control? Noooo." He mocked and she started laughing again.

"It's fine," he continued, "he probably doesn't know how to treat a woman like you. Let me guess. Night cap and clothes off after one sip."

"How did you know," she scoffed, "and what does that mean? A woman like me?"

He shrugged. "A woman of your caliber. Your integrity. Your passion."

"I don't think any of that was going through his mind, El."

"Well," he paused, "he doesn't know you like I do."

She rested her head against his chest and he felt her smile.

"Sounds like you're trying to get in my pants, Stabler."

He smiled small. "Would that be so bad, Benson…"

Gently squeezing his knee, she shrugged. "Depends. How would you treat a woman of my caliber, as you put it."

"Well," he said, and she smiled as he puffed out his chest, "first, I'd invite you out for drinks, not some cheesy night cap."

"Mhmmm," she said.

"Then, after I wooed you and we had a wonderful time, bickering, bantering, and laughing, I'd ask you to continue the party at my apartment, to which obviously you'd agree."

He was oozing confidence and cockiness. Usually it would be a turn off but tonight, it was making her drip.

"And when we got to the apartment?" She asked, trying to hide the sudden husk of arousal in her voice.

"When we get to the apartment, I'd pour you a glass of my best Cabernet and curl up on the couch with you, chat about life, and drink our wine," he said. His voice had become more gravely and he squeezed her shoulder.

"Like we are now you mean?" She asked and he nodded.

"Like we are now," he affirmed and she nodded, thoughtfully. "Then… maybe we'd have too much wine and I'd move the hand I snuck around your shoulder to your hair," he said, narrating his actions and smiling at the shudder he felt.

"I'd tell you how much I love your hair this length. How it softens you and makes those damn lips even more kissable than they already are."

She was looking up at him now, and the hand that was on his knee moved to his chiseled chest.

His free hand gripped her's and he rested his forehead on hers. Their chests had begun heaving just a bit, and he continued.

"I'd tell you… I'd tell you that every day for 10 years I missed you and wished you were with me. How I Kicked myself for not shooting my shot when I had the chance."

Their lips were grazing now. "I'd tell you how I've loved you for 23 years."

Closing the distance, he pressed his lips to hers, smiling through the kiss. It was sweet and passionate, and when they pulled apart, they both were grinning with tears forming in their eyes.

"I'm never going to be able to stop kissing you, you know." He whispered, cupping her face.

"I know… please don't…" she begged and he nodded, pushing his lips back to her's, this time with more fire than before.

They made out, hands running, for several minutes before they broke apart, breathless.

"So what happens next," she panted, "after we've made out."

"If you'll let me," he panted, "I'd put a hand here," he whispered, placing a hand on the back of her thigh, under the curve of her ass, "and here," he said, putting the other on her waist, grazing the side of her breast with his thumb.

She nodded, her perfect breasts heaving under the lose shirt she wore.

"And then I'd lay you back," he whispered, pushing her back and positioning himself over her in one fluid motion.

Grasping at his toned hips, she groaned when she realized he had a deep vee that started at his hips and extended downwards.

His head moved to her neck and his lips began to explore. "I'd start to try and find that spot on your neck that I know is there…" he whispered into her ear before kissing just behind it.

She let out a long and deep moan, and felt him smirk. "There it is…" he said, his voice low as he attacked the spot.

Her hips were grinding wildly upwards to him, desperate for any type of friction she could get on her throbbing clit.

Pulling back fully, he looked down at her and her swollen lips pouted at the loss of contact.

"I'd tell you I don't want our first time to be on the couch," he whispered and she nodded.

The pair stood, and he remained behind her, hands on her hips and kissing the spot he'd just found as she led him into her room

He spun her right before the front of her thighs hit the bed and she smiled against his lips. Her hands went to his cheeks as their lips dueled quickly, tongues seeking entrance.

His hands fell under the curve of her ass and she jumped up, holding onto him as they both laughed. Her legs locked around his waist and she gently ground herself into his low stomach.

"El I need you," she said into his mouth, and with that, her back was hitting her mattress and his fingers were slipping into her waistband.

Her grin illuminated the room, his heart, and the fire brewing in his belly as he shimmied her pants and underwear down.

"Oh baby…" he literally whimpered at the sight of her cleanly shaven, olive mound, that was already glistening with her arousal.

He started to kneel, ready to devour her but she sat up and put a hand on his cheek. "There will be time for that… right now I need your cock," she practically begged as she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy bra that matched her thong.

Reaching around to unclasp it, he kissed her neck and she felt him smirk. "Matching? Were you anticipating something tonight," he whispered before pulling back.

"Yes," she answered honestly and he smiled, sitting back to admire her full breasts. "You're fucking perfect, Liv." He smiled, cupping her breasts and attacking her nipple with his mouth while she worked on his belt.

He heard her moan when her hand gripped the base of his cock, pulling him from his painful confines. Her delicate hands ran the length of him and he his breathing quickened slightly.

"Fuck…"

"You're so big," she whined and her hands pushed him to stand so he could remove his pants fully.

He did, and tossed his shirt to the side. Her eyes went wide and she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping and her finger from going to her clit at the sight of his muscles and long, thick length.

Smiling, he climbed over her, taking her free hand and raising it above her head. She moved her other to the back of his neck and her legs automatically spread in anticipation for him. His mouth molded to hers as he pushed into her slowly.

Her jaw went slack and her eyes rolled back as he stretched her. "Fuck you're tight and you're wet," he groaned, stopping half way and pulling out again, coated in her juices.

She gasped as he swiped two fingers into her glistening heat, collecting her arousal and spreading it over himself.

Pushing back in, they both let out low moans and she stuttered into his mouth. "Youre s-so fucking big," she said as her back arched up into him.

"Willingly boosting my ego," he teased into her open mouth as he began thrusting. She breathed out a laugh that ended in a moan and she nodded quickly. "I-if I h-have to boost your, shit Elliot right there!!"

"What was that?" He grunted out, reaching his hand between them to knock hers away and begin a slow assault on her clit.

"If I have to boost your e-ego to make sure you n-never stop fucking m-me I will," she cried out and his lips crashed to hers again.

"I'll fuck you willingly every day for the rest of my life," he moaned, kneeling back and wrapping his thick hands around her waist, holding her steady as he pounding into her.

She clenched around him, his thrusts becoming more powerful and his eyes locking with hers. He grinned as she came undone under him, screaming his name.

"Elliot!!! D-d-don't stop!!!" She cried as he fucked her through her orgasm.

"C-can I keep it in," he asked desperately and she nodded, screaming again as he sped up, primed to explode into her.

His hands were on the bed, framing either side of her face before she knew it. Crushing her with his weight in the most erotic way, his hips and mouth moved in perfect synchronization.

The new angle had him nudging her over stimulated clit just right, causing them to cum together, moaning each other's names.

With his head collapsing in the crook of her neck, her arms circled his broad shoulders, nuzzling into the other side of his neck.

"Better than Santa," he whispered and she smiled nodding.

"Better than the Albanian?" she teased back and he lifted his head to capture her lips. "No comparison, Liv."

He came back into her room with their wine glasses and two water bottles, smiling as he saw her lounged back in bed, the covers pulled up to her chest with one arm above her.

"You look fucking gorgeous right now… I mean you always look gorgeous but right now…" he smiled letting out a content sigh.

She smiled and took her wine from him, sweetly kissing him when he leaned down.

He started to climb back into bed but she shook her head. "Boxers off. I'm not done with you."

"You're gonna kill me woman," he groaned playfully as he stepped out of his boxers and crawled in beside her, kissing her slowly.

She leaned her head back to look at him and he smiled small, cocking his head to the side. "What?"

"I'm just really glad my Elliot is home," she whispered and he smiled, kissing her and pulling her on top of him, causing her to giggle.

"I'm really glad I'm home, Liv. Really glad."