AN. I am so sorry for how I just abandoned this fic. I don't know what's come over me lately! But I'm back to finish it!

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Olivia is in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee when there's a knock at the door. She furrows her brows wondering who would be calling this early before walking cautiously over. All her years in the job had made her wary of unplanned callers. Luckily for her when she opens the door she finds Elliot there still half dressed with his shirt still untucked with only half the buttons done up. Against her better judgement she couldn't help but drag her eyes across the hard muscles of his chest and he pretends not to notice.

"Is everything ok?" She eventually asks when her eyes finally meet his face.

"I need a favour. I'm out of sugar"

She rolls her eyes but opens the door for him to enter as she walks to the kitchen.

"Sorry but you just can't eat weetabix without sugar"

Olivia laughs as she pulls down a mug from the cupboard and opens the sugar canister.

"You can when you're a grown up Elliot"

"That's criminal"

She turns around to face him and rolls her eyes for him to see.

"Enjoy your weetabix" she says, holding out the mug for him to take.

"You've just made my morning" he replies cheekily as he takes the mug making sure his fingers brush along hers.

Olivia's mouth opens and quickly closes as she realises the reply she was going to give wasn't acceptable for ex's and Elliot noticies the slight blush to her cheeks.

"No problem"

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

Olivia sighs as she hears the door knock again for the second morning in a row and she knows who it is before she gets to the door.

She opens it to find Elliot leaning against the porch frame with a mug in his hand and a silly grin on his face.

"Can I help you?"

"I could do with a coffee"

"You don't have any at home?"

"Only an emergency stash. I thought you could lend me some of the good stuff"

Olivia rolls her eyes but pulls the door open fully and walks towards the kitchen allowing him to follow.

"Do I look good in the mornings or something?" She jokes as she pulls the box of coffee pods towards her.

"Always." He answers without hesitation and she grins as her back is towards him.

"Well maybe you can check out the woman at the store next time." She tells him as she turns around making sure to hide the smile.

"None of them will be as good as you Liv, you know that." He winks as he speaks to her and she blushes.

"Hmm. The kids are with you tonight, is that right?" She clarifies, eager to change the subject.

"That's right and don't worry, I'll stop at the store on the way home"

"Make sure you do!"

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Elliot sighs as he sees the clock strike 9pm. The kids had already gone to their rooms, the excitement of having dad live next door hadn't lasted long and now it was just like they were at home, confined to their bedrooms on their phones.

He tries to watch some tv for an hour before finally flicking off the tv after realising he'd not paid one bit of attention. He wonders what he's going to do when he retires. Will he take joy in sitting on the sofa and rewatching reruns of 'cheers'? Will he take up fishing? All the things retired people do sound boring as hell to him without Olivia by his side.

Pushing himself off the sofa he groans as his muscles ache. He'd taken a fall today chasing a perp and his body was beat from it. This he wouldn't miss.

In the house next door Olivia is having the same problem as she sits alone in the dark living room. The news was playing on the tv but she wasn't paying attention, instead she was looking around at her big empty house wondering how she had got here. Was this her life? A few more years of shared custody and then the kids going off to college? Would she want to retire then? Then she'd be really lovely.

Maybe Elliot had the right idea with retiring. They could have spent their time doing whatever they wanted, what did retired old ladies do on their own? She'd have to learn how to crochet wouldn't she?

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Elliot sat on the edge of his bed staring absentmindedly out of the window. He didn't intentionally look over to his old bedroom but the way the houses were set out he found himself longing to be over there more than he should.

It wasn't long before he sees the light flick on and the sight of Olivia walking in the room catches his attention. He thinks she looks over at him, her eyes flickered in this direction but she doesn't acknowledge him. Instead she shakes off her blazer and throws it on the chair as she stands in front of her dressing room mirror to take off her jewellery.

Olivia could see him in the mirror. She tried not to look directly at him in the reflection but he was still sitting on the bed and she knows he is likely watching her. When all her Jewellery is removed she turns back around and moves closer to her bed, her body is facing the window but she keeps her eyes down.

Her fingers start to unbutton her blouse before her brain catches up and she feels a heat wash over her like it had the other week in the garden when he had almost touched her. As she pulls the blouse open she lets her hands rub against her hardened nipples.

Elliot watches her blouse fall to the floor and he feels himself stir down below as he watches Olivia's hand rub on her neck, trying to get rid of a kink in it he assumed, before her hand strokes painfully slow over her breasts and across her stomach until she is on the button of her trousers.

She hesitantly unbuttoned them, wondering if she was embarrassing herself but she knows he's still there watching her and she bites her lip as she's finally courageous enough to push them down and bare herself to him.

Elliot adjusts himself on the bed, the bulge in his pants growing as she stands there in just her underwear and doubt starts to creep in. What if she doesn't know he's there? What if she's just getting undressed and he's watching without her consent? They arrest people for this.

Olivia turns back around to unclasp her bra straps and Elliot's mouth dries. Turn around he begs but she doesn't. Instead she drops her bra to the floor and walks towards the door to take her silk dressing gown off the back and wrap it around herself.

That's enough. She had told herself. What are you going to do? Fuck your self as he watches? Invite him over? Don't tempt me.

Instead she walks into the bathroom and takes a deep breath trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs and the need to reach between them and take the edge off. By the time she walks back out of the bathroom, freshly showered Elliot's bedroom is dark and she can't see him anywhere. Logically she hadn't expected him to still be there waiting after all the time she had gone but she still felt abandoned nonetheless so she did something she hadn't done in a long time.

Reaching into the bedside table draw when she was dressed for bed she pulls out an old T-shirt of his and buried her face into it inhaling his smell that somehow still lingered. Or maybe it was all in her imagination after all this time but either way she could still smell him.

She laid down on the bed with the T-shirt still in her hands and closed her eyes. Allowing herself for tonight to pretend he was laying next to her.

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

The headboard bangs against the wall and Olivia reaches her hands above her head to try and grab onto it and Elliot laughs pulling her further down the bed by her thighs.

"Don't worry about it Liv, the kids have gone, we can make all the noise we want."

His thumb moves between their bodies and presses on her clit the way he knows she likes it and she moans.

"Oh god, El.."

She can feel the pressure rising as he fucks her, her arousal probably already on the bedsheets where it had been so long.

"Yes Liv."

"I'm gunna.."

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Olivia's eyes fly open and she sees nothing but the ceiling above her. Her hands were thrown behind her and she was panting just the way she had been in her dreams. She could feel the throbbing between her legs where she had been so close to the edge with the thought of Elliot inside her and she clenched her legs together.

"Fuck." She groans embarrassed, swiping her hands over her face before throwing the blanket off her and getting out of bed to wrap the dressing gown around herself.

She knew who was banging at the door and he must have a death wish to wake her up on a Saturday morning when she knew he could just send the kids over with their keys for anything they needed.

She swings the door open to see him leaning against the porch frame just like yesterday with a smile on his face.

"What?" She snaps but he doesn't stop smiling as he steps towards her and she feels her clit throb at the proximity.

"I'm out of milk."

"So?"

"Wondered if you had some?"

"Do I look like Walmart Elliot? Go to the godDamn store!"

Olivia slams the door in his face and he blinks back his shock. Ok he could see the slightly annoying side of it but he thought it was a little bit of banter, he hadn't realised it would wind her up so much.

She waits for Elliot to move from the other side of the door before she sighs loudly. She sounded crazy she knew but just seeing him and feeling his presence had set her body on fire and if he had walked in this house she knows she wouldn't have been able to keep her hands off him.

deciding she needed a cold shower she walks back upstairs to her bedroom and undresses herself. She steps into the shower that she used to love because it was big enough for two and sighs because she wishes he was in here with her now like he used to be.

Her hands touch the wall that they used to push against as he fucked her from behind and she groans at the memory, the cold water of the shower not calming her at all with the memories going around in her head.

"Get a grip Olivia." She whispers to herself as she slides her hand between her legs as the urge to touch herself becomes too hard to resist.

She pictures Elliot behind her as she slips two fingers inside her pussy, her memory making her think of his length hitting her G Spot from this angle and her walls clench around her fingers.

"Elliot." She moans barely audible as if saying his name aloud will alert him to what she was doing. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of her ex husband like this but she can't remember the last time she'd been so aroused, between her dream still fresh in her mind and thinking of them fucking in the shower it was hopeless to try and think of something else.

After she makes herself cum she slams the wall embarrassed by her own actions.

"You can never do that again." She promises herself but she doesn't believe it.