A/N: I just want to say this is my favorite chapter so far. I am pretty far ahead right now and I have a few more major plots in my head, but still, don't have a perfect ending. Thanks for all the reviews and follows!

Raphael was shocked when Olivia kicked him out of the bedroom after he got ready for their date. She insisted he wait for her out in the living room. Lucy would be there any minute, and Noah was excited for his weekend plans climbing all over Raphael, wrinkling his dress shirt to say he didn't mind wasn't exactly accurate, but if climbing all over him made Noah happy, he was delighted. Lucy walked through the door , and Noah ran to her.

"We're going to have SO MUCH FUN!" Noah squealed.

"That we are Noah." Lucy stated.

She looked over at Raphael on the couch.

"You are wearing that on your date with Olivia?" Lucy asked.

"It's my best suit, Lucy!" Raphael insisted.

"They all look good, but you need to lose it," Lucy stated.

"Excuse me!" Raphael asked.

"The place you're taking her does it require a jacket?" Lucy asked.

"Well, not entirely , but it's to be expected," Raphael stated.

"Lose it, I'm serious," Lucy stated.

"What now your taking fashion design?' Raphael asked.

"Trust me," Lucy stated.

He begrudgingly took it off.

Lucy smiled.

"Trust me again?" Lucy asked as she walked up next to him.

He shook his head, yes.

"Take off your tie unbutton, your shirt, the top 2 buttons." Lucy requested.

Raphael did as he was told.

"Can I?" She asked she went to mess with his hair.

"yeah." Raphael agreed

She just loosened the tightness of his comb marks. It loosened his hair; it didn't make it look messy just a little more casual.

"There. Go look, you look more relaxed, but still perfectly suited for your date." Lucy declared.

Raphael went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror.

"Damnit," he said out loud.

He must have said it louder than he thought because he head Lucy giggled.

"You're right, and to be honest, I feel better, too," Raphael stated.

"Just relax, it's you and Liv," Lucy stated.

"I know." Raphael stated.

Olivia came out of the bedroom, in a navy dress, it had a sweetheart neckline and flared at her hips hitting right on her knees she was wearing gold flats, and had a matching clutch. She had an overnight bag in her hands. Raphael looked surprised as did she at his wardrobe adjustment.

"Ready to go?" Raphael asked.

"Yeah," Olivia replied.

Olivia and Raphael said goodbye to Noah, hugged them, and seemed content to spend the weekend with Lucy. Raphael took Olivia out to Le Coucou. Olivia loved the gesture and got the filet. He had gone with sea bass. She loved Raphael, but his world of yacht sailing and skiing wasn't hers, and him taking her to Le Coucou reminded her of his upscale taste. Not that she didn't dream about it when she was a little girl, but she was 50 now, and some of the things he enjoyed she never even dreamed were obtainable. They didn't talk much. Raphael seemed nervous for some reason, and Olivia was taking everything in.

Olivia focused back at Raphael, who was staring at her.

"What's wrong Raphael?" Olivia asked.

"I don't even know if you like French," Raphael stated.

Olivia laughed, "I love it." Olivia stated.

"I know just last night, I..." Raphael trailed off.

"You what?" Olivia asked.

"I thought about how long we've been friends and known each other, but I don't even know your favorite color," Raphael stated.

Olivia looked at him a second her face softened.

"We'll get there. I sure hope the color blue isn't a deal-breaker for you." Olivia stated.

Raphael laughed. "I like green more." He stated.

Olivia smiled, and he visibly relaxed.

They made small talk the rest of the time Raphael asking easy questions trying to open up not wanting to anything too serious to come up, they had all night, and they both knew it.

"What's your favorite dessert?" Raphael asked.

"Cream Brulee'" Olivia answered,

"Damn, they don't serve that here," Raphael stated.

"Well I already have my second favorite." she said, reaching for his hands across the table.

Raphael gave her a smug grin. They ordered their food, forgoing dessert, and heading back to Raphael's apartment.

They walked through the door, Olivia, and Raphael instantly walked over to the windows. She sat between his legs and leaned into him.

"Thank you for tonight. I think we both needed this," Olivia stated.

"Thank me after the couples massage I have booked tomorrow at 2," Raphael stated.

Olivia tensed. She remembered the discussion but didn't think he was serious.

Raphael felt her tension.

"Sorry, Liv, if it's not what you want, I can cancel," Raphael stated.

"No, I do. It's just the scars. I know I'll have them forever, and I should just get over it." Olivia stated.

"You can leave the sheet on," Raphael stated.

"Okay." Olivia stated.

"Okay." Raphael kissed her temple, and she relaxed back into him as they looked out over the water.

"Raphael, I don't know how to ski." She started suddenly.

Raphael was confused for a second and realized that he has taken a lot of ski trips the past few years. Olivia was suddenly worried in the middle of June about a trip to the mountains.

"I'm getting too old for it, it's hard on the knees," Raphael stated.

"You're not old you're just trying to make me feel better," Olivia stated.

"No really, the last ski trip I took I vowed would be my last. I couldn't walk right for three days. It doesn't mean I wouldn't take you and Noah up to the mountains. He would love to go tubing. Can you ice skate?" Raphael asked.

"I think its a requirement if you live in Manhattan to at least go to Rockafeller center at least once in the winter," Olivia stated.

Raphael laughed. "Not sure on that one, Liv, but I won't deny you," Raphael stated.

"I've never been a Yacht." Olivia stated.

"You've never been on a boat?" Raphael asked.

"I didn't say that I said a Yacht," Olivia stated

"Same difference, just a fancy word for rich people. You'll be my plus one next time I get invited by one of my friends." Raphael stated.

"Raphael, you know all my friends, they're your friends too, am I even going to fit in with them?" Olivia asked quickly.

"Liv you act like I was brought up in the Hamptons or something, You've been to my mothers, I grew up there. Yes, I like a lot of nice things, and I have been grateful for friends and my paycheck and the fact I've been single my whole adult life to get what I want generally. That doesn't mean we're from different worlds. Liv, you made more than me the last three years I've known you I know most of it goes to for things for Noah, and you have to pay Lucy, but you can take care of yourself, you need to choose what you want to do." Raphael stated.

Olivia knew she never let herself come first, and at 50, she wasn't sure she knew how to do that. She shook her head, knowing he was right and let her thoughts cease about their differences.

"Noah would be jealous to know we're looking out your window right now," Olivia mentioned.

"Yeah, I know." Raphael started thinking back to the little boy's question yesterday.

"I'm not saying now or even next year, but why don't you live here?" Raphael asked.

"I do love this place almost as much as you," Olivia stated.

"Noah does too." Raphael said, hoping it would help his case.

"I know, but it would be a big change. Besides, where we would go when we wanted time to ourselves?" Olivia asked as she turned to kiss him.

"You have a point," Raphael stated. As he smiled and kissed her.

Olivia started unbuttoning his shirt, her hands rubbing over his chest. He kissed her neck, and she couldn't help but moan out. She wasn't loud but Raphael heard her, and he moaned in his own pleasure, remembering there was no need to be quiet without Noah running around. Raphael had his hands under the back of her dress, rubbing her back. She reached for his suspenders, rubbing them up and down a few times, making sure her knuckles scraped across his nipples. His breath hitched and found a new appreciation for them. Olivia simply pushed them off his shoulders. She was working on his belt next.

"Jesus, Rafi, why so many obstacles?" Olivia asked.

He laughed and swiftly took his belt off and unbuttoned his pants.

"Why are you fully clothed?" Raphael ask.

"Easy access." Olivia states as she guided his hands up her dress.

He grabbed her hips and pressed them to his, and he started to push her, hardback her into the wall.

"Don't push me!" Olivia stated firm and loud.

Raphael immediately froze.

"Sorry, Liv in the moment, I wasn't thinking," Raphael stated as he let go of her.

She looked back in his eyes and his fear and frustration.

She took a second to collect herself.

"Hey, it's okay. I can't be up against the wall, and I know I do it to you, so it's okay that you thought it was okay, and sometimes it is, just not now. It's hard to explain." Olivia stated.

"It's okay, just tell me what you want," Raphael stated.

Olivia took a deep breath, reset her focus. Raphael no longer had a hold of her, so she leaned into him.

"I want you," Olivia stated.

"You have me, Liv." Raphael confirmed.

She kissed him hard, and he reset his hands, pushing up the side of her dress. He was playing with the hem of her underwear. Dipping his fingers to touch her bare bottom. He put his arms at an awkward angle to try to get to her front, and Olivia couldn't help but laugh.

"You know you don't have to break your wrist. We can go lie down," Olivia stated.

Raphael blushed. He took the lead to the bedroom. Olivia took her shoes off, pulled her underwear down, running to catch up with him. He didn't notice. Raphael sat on the bed, suddenly unsure of the next step. He had to admit he was still a little wrapped up in his miss-step, but now was not the time to discuss it. Tomorrow morning he would, but he was giving her tonight whatever she wanted to do, and he would allow her to take the lead.

Olivia walked up to him smiling, capturing his lips quickly, He smirked with his feet still on the floor he leaned back his back laying on the bed, he grabbed two pillows to prop his head up. She now had her knees on the edge of the bed. She pushed his pants, and he slid them down along with his boxers, jealous she was still fully clothed. He tried to unzip the dress, but she playfully slapped his hands away.

He took the hint. She was touching and rubbing playing with him, to the point he was so hard, it hurt.

"Liv, please." He begged.

She smiled and nodded her head. She stroked him a few times, touched the tip of his penis to her wetness, and was shocked by the lack of fabric between them. Raphael couldn't help but try to pull her down further on him. She smiled at him as he held her, making sure she wouldn't fall back, and the feeling was incredible. This was very different, and Raphael wasn't complaining.

"You got me?" She asked.

Raphael fought through the fog, trying to figure out what she was asking, his hands were around her, and he nodded.

Olivia leaned back slightly creating a new angle finding new pleasure for both of them. Raphael heard her moan out in pleasure loudly, and he loved it; he wasn't exactly quiet either, but he was sure that Olivia's moans were enough to do him in. He felt her tighten around him, and he couldn't breathe, and he was utterly overwhelmed by her. He was tugging on her dress he's not really sure why or how it will help with his release, but she doesn't say anything, and suddenly, he feels himself spill into her, and she slows down and stops, sitting on top of him. His legs hurt, but he doesn't care, and he takes his time to catch his breath. Olivia smiled at him and kissed him hard. Raphael knew she had a good time but hadn't quite finished.

Raphael bounced his legs, and she took as an indication that she had put to much weight on him. Olivia rolled towards the bottom of the bed.

"Liv, that was..." Raphael was still trying to catch his breath.

She giggled. She liked that she could get that big of a rise out of him.

"I know you didn't finish, can I help?" Raphael asked.

"Please," Olivia asked.

"Can the dress come off now?" Raphael asked.

She smiled and stood up. Turning her back so he could unzip her, he unhooked her bra, she let the dress fall to the floor and shugged the bra off turning to face him. From the bed's height, he was staring at her stomach and he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. He released her and shuffled in the bed allowing her to climb in beside him. He touched her all over, paying attention to her breasts, running her fingers down her stomach feeling her muscles contract. Her legs were slightly open already, and he slid his hands down her thighs. He sat up, she looked confused, but he was getting in a comfortable position. He laid his head down her chest and took a nipple in his mouth, and she instantly bucked her hips in the air. He had been touching anywhere and everywhere except her folds, and she was getting tired of it, so she touched herself, and Rapheal huffed and smiled at her allowing her to finish herself as he took the other nipple in his hand. It didn't take long before Olivia had pushed his hand downwards. He looked at her a second.

"Inside." She demanded.

He put a couple of fingers, and she instantly groaned, and Raphael kept pushing harder and harder, and she screamed out in pleasure and felt herself stop her movement. He pulled his fingers out, smiled, reaching for him, kissing his lips, and then moving down to his pulse point.

"Let's do it again," Olivia stated.

"Liv, you're going to have to give me a minute," Raphael stated breathlessly.

"I don't need one." She stated.

"Oh Mi amor vas a ser la muerte de mi." He stated. (My love you're going to be the death of me)

"Lo sé," she responded. (I know)

For a moment Raphael just laughed. He knew that Olivia Benson was full of surprised, but her response in Spanish was too much, and he pulled her close kissing her lips, giving himself the time he needed to recuperate.

He lay there roaming her body, every so often lightly picking a nipple or swiping at her upper thigh. She would shudder in pleasure. He smiled at her, and they weren't really talking but just enjoying the time. When Raphael felt he was ready to go again, he asked Olivia, he could be on top.

"Yeah." Oliva stated.

He hovered over her, and sat upright so he could enter and touch her at the same time and she was hypersensitive at his touch at this point, and it didn't take her long to finish her second orgasm of the night, He pulled himself down closer to her not pressing himself on top of her. He reentered her and couldn't help but feel the slickness making him want to push harder and faster, and she let him. Her legs were high on his back, he didn't realize how fast he was going until he hit his head on the headboard. He didn't stop, though, and Olivia didn't look upset and continued has a quick pace and felt himself let go for the second time that night.

Liv looked up at him wide-eyed, and for a minute, he totally thought that he screwed up, but she was breathing hard and smiling.

"Sorry Liv, you okay." He asked.

"I'm fine, but I'm sure you hit your head hard enough for a concussion." she stated.

"I don't know what got into me." Raphael stated.

"I think you're the one who got into me." She stated.

"Sorry if that's going to hurt in the morning." Raphael stated as he rolled over.

"worth it," she stated.

The night was still young, and the sun had just gone down. It was about nine, and all though what they did wore them out, they weren't tired.

Olivia had to admit she wanted nothing more than a hot shower, but they were still laying in an afterglow.

"No offense, but I feel gross." Olivia stated.

"What if we take a nice hot bath, I'll grab a bottle of wine, and we can relax.

"Mmm, that sounds perfect."

Raphael got up out of bed and pulled on his boxers.

"Get the water comfortable, there are some robes in the closet pick whichever one you like." Raphael stated.

'Robes as in more than one' Olivia thought.

She shook her head. She went to the closet, a walk-in as she figured and the front left there were six different robes. A white terry cloth, a black terry cloth. One that, she checked the label on and was, in fact 100% silk. One that was very thick made of fleece and the other two were cotton. Olivia felt the silk one moment but decided against it a grabbed the white terry cloth, knowing it would be the most useful. She slipped it on and went to the bathroom to find a vast tube hiding in it. When Olivia and Noah spent the night, she never noticed. It had jets a button in the corner to turn them on. She set the tap feeling the water she liked it hot but remembered Brian had mentioned how he wasn't sure how she didn't get burnt by the water. Olivia made it only slightly cooler than she wanted. Raphael came back in a robe of his own with a dessert wine; it was sweet and smelled like berries. He poured a glass, and the 2 of them waited till the water was over the jets. Raphael put his foot in.

"Did you even turn the cold water on?" He hissed, immediately turning the cold all the way on and pulling it back out.

"I actually made it cooler than I normally would." Olivia stated.

He sighed, and turned the cold back ½ way, and put his foot in again. Oliva dropped her robe went in and sunk into the warm water while Raphael stood in front of her, not sure how her skin wasn't bright pink in a first-degree burn. He took another deep breath and got in, setting down their wine on the wine. On the edge of the tub.

Olivia took a sip and leaned back. There was enough room the 2 of them could stretch out there legs. Raphael pushed the buttons, and for a fraction of a second, the water was cold due to the air but instantly warmed back up and Olivia was putting her legs up next to the jets.

"Mmm maybe we should move in." Oliva stated.

Raphael laughed.

"So a nice bath and you'd just move into any old place?" Raphael asked.

"Pretty much. The wine helps too" Olivia stated back.

"Liv, I'm sorry about earlier, and I know it's not easy to talk about, but is there anything I shouldn't be doing?" Raphael asked.

"Yes and we should have had the conversation before any of this started, but I'm tired of having it." Oliva stated.

Raphael just looked at her for a second.

"Maybe writing it down would be more helpful." Raphael stated.

Olivia gave it some thought.

"Yeah maybe but then it feels like its set in stone, and I don't want it to be." Olivia stated.

"One day it might not always be like this, but for now, it is, and I hate that, but I know there are things I'm still working on." Olvia stated.

Raphael just shakes his head.

"Can we continue this discussion tomorrow. I just want to enjoy this." Olivia asked.

"Of course." Raphael stated.

Olivia took a large sip of wine and closed her eyes, leaning back, allowing herself to float.

Raphael didn't say anything again, until he asked if it was okay to add bubbles.

Olivia shook her head, and whatever the scent she wasn't familiar with, but it was comforting. She felt the mix of soaps and oils on her skin, and she sighed in relief.

She finished the glass of wine she noticed the number of bubbles it was more than she thought and she giggled.

"Noah would absolutely love this." Olivia stated.

She grabbed up a wad of bubbles and blew the at Raphael.

"I say we keep this bathtub a secret then, or you'll be moving in by the weeks' end." Raphael warned

She laughed, knowing it would be true.

"Come here." Raphael stated. Olivia turned and leaned back into him. He rubbed her shoulders and down her back.

She leaned into him feeling his skin and loving the melding of the two. Olivia rubbed his legs; they sat there in comfortable silence. When the water finally cooled, Olivia and Raphael got out, putting on their robes. Raphael changed the bedsheets, and the two lay comfortably in bed, falling asleep before either noticed.