AN: A rerun of season 10 was on TV and that's how it came to be, Elliot's mother's return is a coincidence.
Also this is apparently my story #100.
Olivia locked the door after her and sighed. She leaned back against it, closed her eyes and ran her hands through her short hair.
"Liv," he said from the living room.
She opened her eyes and jumped – the light had been off, she wasn't expecting him to be home. She saw him in the living room under the faint light coming from the street below.
"What are you doing sitting in the dark?" she asked with concern
Elliot shrugged and turned on the living room lights, he squinted his eyes at the light. He was still wearing his work shirt, he had unbuttoned the top buttons, and tie was hanging loosely around his neck, he looked to be hurting. He stood by the couch in the living room and made no move to come closer to her.
"Liv, I'm sorry. I should've told you about my mother, it just never came up. I wanted to, but I didn't know how to and I haven't seen her in years. Liv, I swear to you, I never meant for you to find out like this," he said, she could tell he meant it. "I was going to tell you, I guess I was waiting for the right moment."
She pushed herself from the door, slipped her jacket off her shoulders, and hung it on the rack by the door.
"I've been calling you," he said, when she remained silent.
"I know, I was busy," she replied.
He took a step closer to her, then halted and looked down, a bit unsure what to do.
"I didn't know if you wanted to see me tonight, I tried to call you to ask if I should come home tonight or sleep in the crib, but you didn't answer, so I wanted to come see if you were okay, but you weren't home," Elliot explained, he lifted his head and his eyes met hers. She could tell how much the situation with Kathleen was hurting him – it hurt her too – and she knew he was probably also flooded with all the bad memories from his childhood that he'd been repressing for all of his adulthood. "I was worried, so I waited," he added.
Olivia didn't say anything, she took a step towards him, then another and kept coming.
"I should go now, I'll sleep in the crib tonight," he decided.
She was coming towards him and Elliot prepared himself for the worst, he knew he was in the doghouse with her, but once she reached him, she didn't hesitate and wrapped her arms around his neck, then pressed her lips into his. He placed his hands on her hip, surprised by her actions.
She moved one of her hands to rest on his cheek, she held him gently.
"Liv?" he asked when her lips parted his for second, but her lips were back on his too quickly, not that he'd complain.
He moved his palm up on her back, wrapped his arms tight around her back and held her against him, he made a sound at the back of his throat, which told her he was enjoying it.
"Liv?" he questioned her again between receiving kisses from her.
Olivia pulled her lips from him and looked at him, she tilted her head.
"El, I'm so sorry," she said and hugged him, she kissed his neck. She cradled the back of his head in her palm. "And you are not sleeping in the crib tonight, you'll come to the bed with me where I can hold you," she whispered.
"Olivia," he whispered, it sounded a bit like a plea.
She moved her lips on his neck, and placed her palm on the nape of his neck. She moved her lips over his ear, nibbling his earlobe, then reached his jaw and kissed his freshly shaven skin. He angled his head so her lips would meet his. He kissed her with hunger, with passion and need.
Olivia let him take control, he moved his hands from her back to between them and started unbuttoning her shirt. She loosened her hold on him to give him space but didn't help him. Once it was unbuttoned, he took her hands from around his neck and pulled them down, so he could slip the shirt off. It fell to the floor behind them leaving her only in her gray tank top.
"Liv, I want you," he said with need, there was a hint of anger in his voice.
"You have me," she replied.
"Liv, I mean, I really want you right now," he repeated himself, more urgently this time. He moved his hands to her bottom and squeezed, then pulled her lower body into his. He buckled his hips into her.
"How about we take this to the bedroom and then you can have me," she suggested calmly, her hands went around his neck again and her fingers played with his hair at his nape.
He moved his hands down to her thighs and lifted her, she hooked her ankles together around his back while he carried her to the bedroom and then dropped her on the bed with him on top of her.
That night Olivia was willing to be whatever Elliot needed her to be and if he wanted to have mind numbing sex with her, then she was prepared to do just that. And at the end of the night she was fully intending to hold him tight against her and give him all the love his mother didn't know how to. The man might be tough and all macho on the outside, but sometimes even he needed to be loved gently and held tight enough to make him forget all the problems he had outside of their bedroom.