Olivia was in the kitchen after work, making Noah's favorite dinner, spaghetti and meatballs with some honeyed carrots on the side. "Noah, honey are you ready? My friend will be here any minute." "Yes mommy! Your friend is coming, his name is Elliot, and he used to be your partner. And you have a picture of him in your drawer by your bed." Noah giggled as Olivia raised her brow. "Someone is gonna be a detective like mommy huh?" Liv hugged him tight, ready for this next step, but nervous all the same. When the doorbell rang, he asked if he could get it. "Please mommy?" "Alright my sweet boy. Go let him in and show him to the kitchen. " Noah runs to the door and quickly opens it. "Hi, you must be Elliot. Mommy says to come to the kitchen. I'm Noah Porter Benson" Elliot paused momentarily at the name before bending down to Noah's level and holding out his hand. Noah gave it a excited shake. "As long as I've known your mommy, she has always wanted to be a mommy. You have no idea how good it is to meet you Noah P...Noah Benson. Noah looked up at him with big eyes. "My mommy has a picture of you in her drawer by her bed. I've seen you before. Mommy's waiting. C'mon." Wordlessly, he took a beaming Elliot's arm and pulled him into the kitchen. "MOMMY, ELLIOT IS HERE!" "I can see that sweetie. Remember our manners, please, no yelling. Go wash your hands and then we can sit down and eat.' "Yes ma'am!" Noah scampered off. Quickly, Elliot pulled Olivia against him, kissing her softly. "Mmmm..." "Good evening beautiful." Olivia blushed before bringing the dishes to the table. "It is now." "Liv..I have to ask you something. Noah's dad...Noah *Porter* Benson?! How could you go back to that moron? He'd never put you first and he lied to your face! Has he even seen his son?" "Woah. What the hell are you..." Recognition dawned on her face and she started to laugh. "El, Noah's adopted. Porter is his biological mother's last name. You really think I would have..." *laughs harder* "Oh." A blush creeped over his cheeks. I thought...I'm sorry. But adoption...a son...good for you. Really Liv. I am so proud of you. And he seems great. He has a good role model." "Thanks, El. That means a lot coming from you. But I have a lot of help, he has a great sitter, and he has...well that's actually something we should talk about. Sometimes..." Just then the doorbell rings again. "I'm not expecting anyone else." "I'll get it mom!" Noah runs to the door before anyone can stop him and throws it open. "Sissy! Momma, Kathleen is here!" Noah runs into her arms, enveloped in a big hug by the elder Stabler. "Hey bud! Sorry to just drop in but I wanted to see your mom for a minute." Just then she looked up, right into the eyes of her gaping father. "Um...hey dad. You're here." "Kathleen?! Did Noah just call you...how do you know him?...I..Olivia!?" Noah looked between the two Stabler's. "Dad? Elliot's your dad Kathleen? Woah..." Olivia spoke quietly. "Kathleen, why don't you join us for dinner? Take Noah and get started, we'll join you in a minute." She nods, taking Noah's hand and quickly exiting. "El...the last few years Kathleen and I have become close. She comes over a lot, and Noah considers her to be like a big sister. He loves her. I love her, and when she needs someone to talk to, she calls or comes over. I was about to tell you, but I suppose Noah did that fof me." Elliot shook his head, still surprised. "I just didn't realize...she never said. But if I couldn't be here for her, I'm glad you were. She always looked up to you. I'm really glad you and Noah have her." "Me too, El. She's a great kid. And she's helped me as much or more than I've helped her. It's actually one of the things we need to talk about. She helped me through...a rough patch. Which I'll tell you about. Just not tonight. Tonight, let's enjoy dinner with our kids hmm?" Elliot gripped her hand tightly, and together they walked in to eat, Kathleen and Noah already in an animated discussion.
A few days later...
Elliot sat in a cold interrogation room, alone, waiting. Suddenly, thick thighs appeared in front of him encased in tight jeans. He looked up, his gaze drawn to the blouse in front of him, dipping to showcase the very top of some very full breasts. His unwavering stare finally met her face. "Olivia!...What's happening? Why are we here?" She leaned down, gripping the table, giving him a direct look down her cleavage encased in a black lacy bra. "That's Captain to you, detective. I'll need to do a full body search. Strip. Now." "What? Olivia..." "That's a direct order detective." "Yes ma'am..." Elliot quickly stripped down to his boxers, already semi hard. "Standing right here captain." Olivia reached down and cupped him, stroking him over the material as his length grew in her hand. "I think it's time for your oral exam..." Running her nimble fingers down his strong chest, she kneeled, pulled down his boxers and took him in her mouth. Over and over she sucked and licked and took him to crescendo until he came with a guttural scream, waking up sweaty and with a raging hard on. His mind still on the vivid dream, he stroked himself to fruition before finally laying back down and trying to sleep.