Content warning: A jump scare at the haunted house triggers a mild PTSD response from Olivia. If this is something you feel you'd like to skip over, it's placed between the triple page break (~oOo~).

Sexual Content Warning: The last third of this story is heavy on the smut, so if that's not your thing, please feel free to stop reading at the triple page breaker.

Prompt #75: Elliot takes Noah to his first haunted house

Sweet and Sour

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"Bye Dad, see you at Thanksgiving," Eli says through the phone.

"Bye, bud. Love you. Be good," Elliot tells his youngest son.

Elliot sighs, and plops down on the couch with an unopened beer. It's Halloween, and his place is quiet tonight — Eli is away at school, hanging out with his friends tonight, and Mama is resting in her room; she'll most likely fall asleep early, reading her book. He doesn't really feel like handing out candy to the kids from his building that will inevitably stop by, so he pulls out his phone and texts the only person he does feel like seeing. Olivia.

They've spent one night together now. It had been a beautiful night — the two of them together, talking for hours about… everything. The progression to something more felt right, natural, as if they'd done it a thousand times before. Yet, it seemed new and almost too much at the same time.

He's excited to see her now, more than ever. If he's being honest, she's all he can think about, dream about. Her face, her voice, her scent, linger with him as he goes about his days, and he can't wait to see her again.

E: [Hey Liv. Happy Halloween! What are you up to tonight?]

O: [Happy Halloween, El! Just getting ready to take Noah trick or treating around our building, and then heading to the haunted house you mentioned at the pier. Maybe watch some spooky movies after. You?]

E: [Oh, just me tonight. Eli is out with friends.]

O: [Want to join us?]

Is she actually inviting him this time, after he'd made so many attempts before? Would he like to spend quality time with her and her son? Of course, he would… That's everything he wants; everything he's hoped she'd be willing to share with him.

E: [Sounds great! What's the plan?]

O: [Want to meet us at my apartment? Then we can drive to the pier together.]

E: [On my way.]

Elliot gets up from the couch, returns the unopened beer to the fridge, and pokes his head into his mother's room. "Hey Mama. I'm gonna head out for a bit. Might be back late, wanted to say goodnight before I go. You gonna be ok here by yourself?"

"Hi honey," Bernie says. "You going to see your partner?"

He furrows his brow. How does she know where he's going?

"Please Elliot, don't bullshit me. I know things. I'll be just fine — going to read my book here and turn in early. Have fun and give Olivia my love, okay?" She waves him off.

He huffs out a laugh and moves closer to kiss her forehead. "Alright, Mama. Love you, sleep well."

"Oh, Elliot?" she says as he's leaving the room. "Don't worry about coming home tonight — I'll be alright. You just… Enjoy yourself."

He halts at the door, scrunching his eyes in minor embarrassment. "Thanks for that, Mama," he chuckles.

He heads back into his room to change, realizing it is Halloween and he did not prepare a costume. He used to love dressing up for Halloween when he was a child, and sometimes even when his kids were younger. But, it's been a while. Was she going to be dressed up?

He makes a half-assed attempt to look through his closet, and across a blue t-shirt with the Superman symbol on the front. That'll do. He puts it on and tops it with a black button-up dress shirt. He checks himself in the mirror, and if he must say so, it looks pretty damn good with these jeans he has on. He slips on his brown dress shoes and grabs his wallet, phone, glasses, and a red and blue striped tie on his way out.

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He arrives at Olivia's building, and parks in her designated guest spot. The last time he was there, she had told him that next time he could park there instead of finding street parking.

E: [Just parked.]

O: [Come on up! Gene at the front desk is expecting you.]

"Hi!" Olivia almost coos, when she opens the door for him. He's not sure what he expected, but it wasn't this.

Olivia is standing in the doorway, dressed in a black, full-length, long-sleeved damn near skin-tight, velvet bodysuit. His eyes are immediately drawn to the zipper that starts all the way down the front, at her lower belly, and up to the top of the collar. The zipper is stopped in the perfect place at her cleavage, and it's finished off with a pair of tall, black leather boots. Her hair is a little curly; the way she's been wearing it lately, the length cascading over her shoulders. She has a black mask over her eyes, and atop her head, sit two black cat ears. Elliot had never been one to entertain fantasies, but this was… Intriguing.

"Seriously?" His bawks, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

"What?" She furrows her brow in return.

He widens his eyes and just sort of gestures with his hands at… All of it.

"See something you like, Detective?" She smirks, realizing her effect on him.

He takes a deep breath, but before he can speak, Noah emerges behind her, dressed as Batman. "Hi, Elliot!"

"Heyyy bud! Nice costume," Elliot chokes out, one o five too high.

"Thanks! Where's yours?" Noah asks, a little disappointed to see Elliot show up on Halloween in regular looking clothes.

"Oh," Elliot clears his throat, and fishes his glasses out of his pocket. He unbuttons his dress shirt a little to reveal the Superman symbol on the shirt underneath. "How's this?" He asks, putting his glasses on for the final touch.

"Clark Kent!" Noah yells in excitement. "How did you know we were doing a superhero theme?!"

"Lucky guess," he smiles, as Olivia gestures for him to come in for a minute.

"I'm Batman and Mom is Catwoman! Doesn't she look pretty, Elliot?" Noah asks, elbowing him in the side. Did he just… elbow me? This kid…

"The prettiest," Elliot glances at Liv and smiles. He swears he sees her blush for a moment, but she turns away quickly.

"Okayyy, Batman," Olivia says. "Let's get moving. We have a lot of doors to hit before we go to the haunted house!"

"Yesss!" Noah cries as they head out the door.

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Each year on Halloween, Olivia's apartment building coordinates a trick or treating event. From 5:00pm to 7:00pm, each apartment keeps their front door open and the residents sit in their doorway with a bowl of candy. Then, all of the kids in the building trick or treat in a sort of parade to each door.

They've been doing this since Noah was about two years old. Her neighbor at the time, Deborah had invited her, and she gifted Noah a hand-me-down costume of her own son's… A carrot. That year, Olivia bittersweetly paraded her little boy around in that carrot costume, and Noah has loved it ever since.

Noah marches his way around to each door, saying "trick or treat", while Elliot and Olivia trail behind him. Each new door introduces another neighbor gushing over their costumes, and how cute Noah is. Olivia snaps pictures here and there with her iPhone, and when Mrs. Nichols from 11B offers to take a photo of the three of them together, Olivia answers quickly, "Please, we'd love that!" Maybe her abrupt response is because Noah is antsy, but deep down she takes a guess that there's a deeper version of herself who still worries this is too good to be true. If she's not quick to grasp the opportunity, it might slip through her fingers. But that's for another day and another place, like her appointment with Dr. Lindstrom scheduled for next Thursday.

Olivia and Elliot stand beside each other. He wraps his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. She snakes her arm around his back, tucking her thumb in one of his belt loops. Noah assembles in front of them with a big cheesy smile, holding his pumpkin-shaped bucket of candy up high. Olivia flashes her 'sunshine smile' (the one that escapes when she's truly happy), and wraps her other arm around Noah, her palm flat on his chest.

Elliot squeezes Noah's shoulder, and gives a shy smile. "Oh, come on honey, act like you like her a little bit, huh?" Mrs. Nichols teases Elliot. He looks over at Olivia, and the joy on her face is so contagious, he can't help but flash his own 100-watt smile. "There we go!" Mrs. Nichols coos just before she snaps the photo.

Olivia takes her phone back, and thanks her. She studies the photo, it's a great photo. Portrait mode is on, the lighting and angle are good. This woman knows how to take a picture. The longer she looks, it hits her. It's not just that it's a well-captured photo… It's a photo of the three of them. Together. Olivia purses her lips and swallows thickly, taking a deep breath as that notion settles in her chest.

"Hey… You okay?" Elliot leans in and asks privately.

She smiles and shows him the photo, nodding her head, "Yeah… It's just a really good picture."

He smiles and nods, and squeezes her arm in acknowledgment.

Yeah… It is.

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They make a pit stop at their apartment before heading out to the haunted house.

Olivia uses the restroom, while Noah plops down on the floor of the living room to assess his candy stash. When Elliot hears the toilet flush and the sink running, he makes his way down the hall. Olivia gasps in surprise when she opens the bathroom door to find him leaning against the door frame.

Elliot's gaze scorches her as he wraps his hand around her bicep, and backs her into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. His other hand moves to her hip and squeezes as a tortured sigh escapes his mouth.

"You were planning on inviting me tonight, weren't you?" He looks down at the zipper, perfectly placed at her cleavage.

"Maybe," she whispers, looking up at him through her mask and thick lashes.

"So, you wore this on purpose," he rumbles.

"Maybe," she teases again.

He inhales and runs the hand that was on her hip up to the zipper, and starts to pull it down. Her hand flies up to stop him, "Not yet. Haunted house first, remember? Can you… Stay the night?" she asks.

He nods in the affirmative, and she gives him a peck on the lips. "Good." She wiggles from his grasp and slips out of the bathroom as furtively as the feline vigilante she's dressed as.

Elliot emerges from the bathroom a few moments later, (which he desperately needed to take), just in time for Noah to yell, "To the Batmobile!"

"He's been waiting all day to say that," Olivia smiles. Elliot chuckles with her as they head out the door.

Elliot drives his SUV. Noah lists off and ranks worst to best the different candies he collected in the back seat. Olivia reaches over to grab Elliot's hand on the center console. She leans her head back and rolls it to face him with a peaceful, content smile, and he smiles back with a wink.

They pull up to the pier and find a parking spot amongst the other cars. This haunted house was new this year. An entertainment group had turned an old, abandoned warehouse into a haunted house for the season. Elliot was a little skeptical before they arrived, and more so now because it looks pretty plain and unsuspecting from the outside. "Are you sure about this, Liv?" he asks as they get out of the car.

"You scared, Elliot?" Noah asks.

"Yeah, are you scared, Elliot?" Olivia parrots.

"Scared for the two of you chickens, that's all," he quips.

"I'm not scared," Olivia stands a little straighter. "The stuff I see every day. This is a cakewalk."

"Yeah, my mom's not scared of anything," Noah defends.

As they're standing in line to get in, Noah's speculating all of the things they might see inside. "I heard there are platters with people's heads on them, and jars with real eyeballs and body parts. OH! And Zach said there was a murder clown!"

Olivia raises her eyebrows at her son's seemingly newfound excitement for horror and gore. Elliot remembers he never really cared for haunted houses as a kid and he doesn't think he cares for them now.

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Olivia had purchased the tickets online, so she opens her email on her phone to get the barcode they'll need. While she's searching through her emails, Elliot continues talking to Noah, and no one sees it coming. A man who works for the haunted house, dressed with a burlap sack over his head, two eye holes cut out, sidles right up behind Olivia. He growls loudly in her ear, "Enter if you dare!" and laughs maniacally as he turns to move on to the next unsuspecting guest.

Olivia's eyes go wide and she practically jumps out of her skin. In a split second, she instinctively turns to punch the guy in the face. Before she makes contact, Elliot grabs her wrist mid-swing, and he wraps his other arm around her stomach from behind to hold her back. It takes everything in his power to hold her back, and he remembers how strong she is.

"Mom?!" Noah calls to her, trying to reach past her fog. It works.

She halts, realizing her actions, becoming aware of her surroundings again. Elliot, with his palm wrapped around her fist, brings it down to cross their arms together in front of her. He keeps his arms wrapped around her firmly from behind, whispering in her ear, shhh and it's okay, breathe, you're safe, I'm right here, we're here. It took every ounce of Elliot's self-control not to chase after that asshole and punch him himself. As much as he wanted to, he needed to stay here, like this, with her.

It turns out, the man was planted there by the haunted house, trying to stir up the patrons before they went inside. Problem was, Olivia is still a little jumpy sometimes with… surprises. Elliot knows this now after their conversation about her "brush with the devil," as she'd called it, so he holds her until she stops shaking and her breathing slows.

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"I'm okay. I'm okay," she whispers, tilting her head to bump Elliot's. He loosens his embrace and she squeezes his forearm in gratitude.

"You sure?" He whispers back as she turns to face him. She grounds herself by holding on to the sides of his shoulders. He brushes a piece of hair out of her face, searching her eyes for the truth. Like hell you are.

She sighs and nods. "Sorry, I— I just hate shit like that. Why did he get so close to me? How did he get so close?"

"No, Liv… I'm sorry, we didn't even see him coming," he says.

"Ugh, it's fine guys. I'm good. Look, we're up next. Let's just get this over with," she says as they approach the entrance. The guy at the door scans her phone and they tentatively go in.

It's dark, really dark. It doesn't seem like there's anything around them at all, and they need a minute to adjust their eyes. They can smell the mist from a fog machine, and all they can hear are the distant screams of the other patrons who went in before them. Noah grabs his mom's hand and squeezes it tight, her brave kid. Elliot grabs her other hand and they begin following the glow-in-the-dark arrows that start to appear on the floor.

They round the corner, and go through an archway that reads, "Uncle Buck's Butcher Shop". Olivia's stomach turns as they do in fact pass the fake body parts and fake eyeballs in jars Noah had heard about. She grimaces and looks at Elliot. He reads her mind… This isn't actually entertaining to them, considering they've seen the real thing in the years of their partnership together. He squeezes her hand tighter as they follow the people in front of them onto the next section.

A darkened doorway with a strobe light inside comes next. When they enter the room, the walls are brushed with dirt, and splattered with fake blood and neon paint. A black-light must be on too, because everything is glowing, and there's a bed in the middle of the room with, ah there it is… The murder clown. A big, filthy looking clown with red hair, yellow eyes, and sharp teeth. He's holding a knife, laughing his head off, flopping all over the bed. He occasionally lunges at the line of people making their way around the bed and out the door on the other side. Noah presses his body into Olivia's side and she can feel him let go a sigh of relief when they exit.

The next and final section they come to is a maze made out of hay. The walls are about waist height so you can see over them, making it pretty easy to find the exit. There are pumpkins and scarecrows and other farm-type equipment lying around. Animatronic crows perch atop the hay bails, squawking at passersby, and every so often they pass a scarecrow that Olivia can tell is a real person.

She sees one hiding behind some stacked bales of hay, and she sees him start to lunge toward her in an attempt to scare her. Not a good idea, so she pokes her finger in his chest. "Not in the mood, sweetheart," she says. He breaks character and apologizes before retreating back to his previous hiding spot, "Sorry Ma'am. Have a nice evening."

When they come out the exit, they walk to the SUV in relative silence. "What did you think, Noah?" Olivia asks, swinging his hand a bit.

"Eh, I don't think I like haunted houses very much," he admits. "I mean, it sounded cool when Zach was talking about it, but I don't think I like to be scared. It doesn't feel fun," he continues.

"I hear that. It was brave of you to try something new, and it was equally as brave to admit you didn't like it. I'm proud of you, Noah," Olivia says as he climbs into the backseat.

"I'm proud of you too, Mom," Noah says before she closes the door. "You're brave too."

"Thank you, baby," she smiles and ruffles his curls.

~oOo~

The drive home is quiet, and Noah is passed out in the back seat.

"You sure you're ok?" Elliot asks quietly, reaching for her hand.

"Really, I'm good," she says, ready to just drop it already. She couldn't help but feel as though their haunted house experience was tainted by her reaction to that jump scare. But you know what, that guy shouldn't be getting that close to people. He was essentially asking for a punch in the face. If it didn't come from me, he's going to earn it from someone else eventually, she thinks.

Looking out the window, she says softly, "You know… You're the only one who can do that… Hold me back like that."

He glances at her, giving her room to continue.

"You grounded me, calmed me down almost instantly. You… and Noah's voice. Anyone else would have made it worse. You've always been able to do that with me, though." She huffs a little laugh from her nose and shakes her head in reminiscence. She thinks of the times he's done it before, held her back, soothed her with his big arms, made her feel safe. The times she's done that for him… Ten years apart and he still has the same effect on her. She knows that sounds absurd to some people, but it's their reality.

Elliot looks over at her again and they share a permeating gaze. He nods his head and squeezes her hand. Their connection simply transcends words. He knows her.

When they get home, Elliot unbuckles a still sleeping Noah, and carries him inside. Elliot lays him down in his bed, and Olivia slips the Batman armor, mask and ears off of him, leaving him in the black long-sleeve top and leggings. Elliot leaves her to tuck him in, and she kisses his forehead, whispering words of love at his cheek before closing the door.

Olivia comes out to the kitchen to find Elliot peering into Noah's plastic pumpkin-shaped bucket. It's filled to the brim with candy.

"Anything good in there?" she asks, moving right next to him, inspecting the stash herself.

He roots around, "Hmmm… Let's see… We've got some Red Vines, Pixy Stix. Oooh, and some Pop Rocks," he says pulling the items out as he names them.

"Mmm, Pop Rocks? Never had them. I'm more of a dark chocolate kind of girl," she says.

"I know. There's a couple of Hershey's Special Dark in here," he says, pulling those out too. "I'm more of a sweet and sour kind of guy."

"Really…" She eyes him.

"Mhmm…" he hums, pocketing all the candy. "Never tried Pop Rocks, huh? Let's go…" he whispers as he nods toward her bedroom.

"Is that so unbelievable?" She scoffs and smirks, but follows him anyway because she admittedly has been waiting for this all day. To just be with him… Alone again.

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When they get to her room, Elliot locks the door. He turns to see Olivia bending over, removing, struggling actually, to remove her boots.

"Here, sit down. Allow me? Please?" He reaches for her boot. She plops down at the foot of the bed at his request. All the times she's come home alone, wishing she had someone to help her get out of her shoes or a complicated dress. She didn't realize the relief that comes with letting someone take care of you a little, until right now.

She watches as he kneels in front of her, and something about the image of Elliot on his knees, at her feet is making her warm and tingly. He lifts her right foot, the one she had already started removing, into his lap and finishes unzipping it.

He looks up at her with something familiar in his eye. Something that, during their twelve year partnership, she had come to recognize as stability, comfort, and trust. Only now, she can allow herself to see that it's also adoration, desire, and maybe even love. She watches as he removes each boot, and when he rubs her feet, a sigh slips from her parted lips, releasing the day with each stroke.

"Thank you," she says, leaning back on her hands.

"My pleasure… So, you've really never tried Pop Rocks?" He asks, a teasing grin on his face.

"No… Why?!" She laughs, curiously.

"No reason, I just assumed everyone has tried them at some point. My kids were obsessed with them around Halloween when they were younger," he explains. "Wanna try them tonight?" He suggests, pulling the package of Pop Rocks from his pocket and shaking it.

"Sure," she shrugs, with that playful smile of hers. The smile that makes her nose scrunch between her pretty brown eyes.

He grins mischievously, and rises to his feet, parting her legs gently with his so he can stand so he can stand between them. He leans down to peck a sweet little kiss to her nose scrunch because he can't help it. He towers above her like this, and it's doing something for her, feeling so slight in front of him. Like she doesn't have to hold up the world by herself.

"Here, hold this," he hands her the little black and neon packet of Pop Rocks, and tosses the rest of the candy from his pocket onto the bed. Olivia starts reading the candy package, but she's soon distracted by the sight unfolding before her. He's rolling up his sleeves… Fuck…

A pool of dampness grows between her legs, and she clenches at the sight of his thick forearms and USMC tattoo being uncovered. The protruding veins twisting under his skin as he rolls the fabric up to his elbows. He extends his hand to her, palm up, wiggling his fingers in a 'gimme' motion. Those fingers. She's distracted by the way they move and the memory of the last time they were together.

Oh, right… The candy… He wants the candy back, she realizes. Looking up at him through her mask, she places the Pop Rocks packet in his palm, and suddenly the tension between them skyrockets. Bracing herself for whatever he has planned here, she straightens her arms, running her hands along the tops of her thighs and squeezing. At this point, she's not even embarrassed to admit that she would do anything he wants.

He takes her chin with his index finger and thumb, gently tilting her head up towards him.

"Open," he says, pulling her bottom lip with his thumb. And she does.

Her gaze still locked with his, she opens her mouth and she can see his breathing deepen.

"Tongue out." He commands. She slowly lets her tongue fall forward out of her mouth.

"That's it. Stay just like that." He studies her in this position for a moment. Still dressed in the Catwoman costume, a pointy cat ear headband still in place atop her pretty caramel highlights that curl over her shoulders. Black mask over her eyes, now wide and curious and dark. Her legs parted as he stood between them, her hands on either side of him, bracing herself on her thighs. Mouth open, and tongue out. Waiting for him.

His cock stirs in his jeans and he almost forgets what he was going to do next because he just wants to take her right here. Right… Pop Rocks.

He rips open the packet and raises it above her mouth. He holds it there for a moment and then shakes out enough to cover her tongue in the tiny, blue, sugar crystals. The candy immediately starts to crackle on her tongue and Olivia giggles at the sensation, tongue still outstretched. God, that giggle of hers… He swears she saves it just for him now, and every time he hears it he falls in love all over again.

"You like it?" He asks.

Olivia nods, giggling once more. Elliot can't help himself - He leans down, threading his fingers in her hair. He brings his face to hers, so close, so quickly, but she doesn't flinch. Then, he presses the flat of his tongue against hers, sandwiching the Pop Rocks between them. She kisses him back deeply as she wraps her arms around his neck. Their tongues roll, swishing the melting sugar around until all they can taste is each other.

Little hums and groans of satisfaction escape as they're inexorably lost in each other. Elliot rises, pulling her up to stand with him. He grips her tightly, one hand at her ass, the other between her shoulder blades. She can feel him hard against her thigh already, and when they pull apart, they're both panting. As one smile spreads, the other mirrors it. So in sync.

"Pop Rocks…" She breathes, smirking up at him as he holds her. "I like 'em."

"Mhmm. I missed you," Elliot laughs, pecking a kiss to the top of her nose.

"I missed you too. I'm really glad you came with us tonight," Olivia says, swallowing the remaining candy in her mouth.

"I wouldn't dare miss this costume. You kiddin' me with this thing, Benson?" He spins her around. "Goddam!"

She giggles again, "You like it?"

"Fuck… Yes, I like it! I couldn't keep my eyes off you all night. Same goes for every other man, and some of the women, out there too," he growls as he pulls her against him. He squeezes her hips and runs his hands up her sides, to her cleavage where that damn zipper is. He's been fixated on it all evening, "May I?"

She nods, "Please."

Elliot pulls the zipper down one notch at a time. He watches closely as the stretchy fabric gives way to her heavy, confined breasts and she watches his face. The black lace of her bra appears and he inhales raggedly. The thumb that's holding onto the zipper trails over her skin as he guides it all the way down to her belly button.

When the fabric parts, further exposing her skin, his breath catches in his throat - He's spent the majority of two decades waiting for this. Even though they've been together one night, he thinks about her all the time. The real thing will never cease to amaze him. She's beyond his wildest fantasy, and he doesn't think he'll ever get over it; he doesn't want to, honestly.

"So beautiful," he says, running his hands up over her bra-covered chest. He turns her around to face away from him, keeping her close enough to brush her ass across the front of him. She moves her hair to the side, draping it over her right shoulder; an invitation.

He holds her close, arms wrapped around her waist. She leans her head back against shoulder and melts into the thick wall of his chest. Lets his steady breath pull hers into a shared rhythm between them.

As he kisses behind her ear and down the side of her neck, she hums her contentment and grips his forearms. He licks a trail all the way back up, and she can feel the warm buzz of arousal travel from his lips, through her chest, straight down between her thighs.

She takes his hands and moves one up to cup her lace covered breast. The other, she moves down, over her smooth belly, beneath the fabric, and through the soft curls between her legs. They both breathe deeply as she guides his fingers through her slick folds. He starts slow circles over her clit, and the fingers of his other hand pinch and roll her nipple through the lace.

Lost in the warm pleasure spreading through her, she turns her face into his cheek. She closes her eyes as little pants of breath hit his skin, and he can tell she's getting close. He kisses her again, begging entrance with his tongue, swiping it over the roof of her mouth, over her teeth.

He ceases his ministrations, and eases the jumpsuit down over her shoulders. She whines at the loss of his hands working on her, but his warm, wet kisses are helping. They pepper her neck, shoulders, and scapula as they're exposed, and she ignites all over again.

When the black one-piece is at her feet, she steadies herself on his arm so she can step out of it and kick it to the side. She unhooks her bra and he meets her during the process to help her shed it the rest of the way. That too, joining the rest of her clothes on the floor.

He kisses her again and she reaches up to lift the mask off, but he stops her hand with his and says, "Leave the mask and ears…"

She raises her brows at this interesting request. "Okay," she whispers tentatively, replacing the mask back down over her eyes. She's willing to roll with it.

He leans down and murmurs in her ear, "Get on the bed. All fours." And She does.

Admittedly, she tends to need control when she's in bed with someone, but she's actually enjoying it when he commands her like this. It does something to her she can't explain. Something she's never trusted with anyone else, so she gives in beyond any hesitation because she knows he's got her.

She climbs up the bed on all fours like he asked, and he's distracted again. She's breathtaking; the ridge of her spine stretched out, long, dipping and curving lightly at the small of her back. Shoulder blades shift under her soft, golden skin. Her hips sway slowly from side to side, the way a cat's tail might move when it's content. She's waiting for him.

She looks back at him as if to ask what's taking him so long, and wiggles her hips a little more to get his attention. That's his cue. He reaches out, running his hands over her ass cheeks, spreading her. Admiring the view, he wants to touch, so he runs his thumb through the wetness gathered at her entrance, and spreads it around. She moans at the sensation, and his cock twitches again.

"Oh Liv," he whispers.

She fixes her eyes on his, encouraging him to say more. He's new to the talking in bed, but he wants to try.

"Look at this pretty pussy," he tries.

She closes her eyes and moans. Oh, does she like that?

"Was that… too weird?" He asks, scrunching his face at the prospective embarrassment.

"Mmmm, no. I like it," she purrs.

"Really?" He asks, relieved she hasn't slapped him for being so crass.

"Elliot… shut up now," she says, dipping her head down between her hands.

"Yes, Captain," he says, squeezing her hips again.

Something bright orange on the bed catches his eye and he remembers he threw the rest of the candy aside earlier. She can almost hear the mischievous grin that spreads across his face. What she does hear is the ripping of paper behind her, so she turns her neck to look at him over her shoulder again.

His pupils are blown, and he's holding an orange Pixy Stix tube with the top end ripped off.

"Whatcha doin' back there, Stabler?" she asks.

She had told him to shut up now, so he decided he was going to let his actions speak for a while.

She watches as he takes the Pixy Stix tube and taps the sugary powder out in a line across the top of her left ass cheek.

Her brows furrow, wondering where he's going with this. Her questions are answered when he leans down, and licks the whole line of powder up in one wet, hot swipe.

Her jaw drops as she lifts her mask to watch, and she can feel herself clench at the thought of his tongue in more places.

Their first, and only night together so far had been sweet and beautiful. Honestly, she's never felt more loved in her life than she did that night. It was… perfect. She wondered if every time would be like that with him, and now she's pleasantly surprised to learn that he's not afraid to explore a little with her. She wants that so much.

He looks up at her, smirking at her expression, and he places a kiss on the spot he just licked. "Mmm, I love Pixy Stix. Sweet and sour…" he says, voice dripping in sex. "But mostly sweet."

He moves up the bed next to her to give her a kiss and a taste. "Mhmm," she agrees, licking her lips and sucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Don't worry, I'm just getting started," he says, returning to his position behind her.

He spreads her cheeks again and leans his face close to her core. She watches as he inhales her scent, a low growl escaping his throat. The anticipation is obviously doing something for her because not only can he smell her, he can see the wetness collecting and oozing from her opening. Tongue outstretched, he licks her from end to end in one long swipe.

"Oh," she moans as his tongue dips inside along the way. She tries to clench around it but he's too quick, pulling back to admire the view of her pulsing in front of him.

"You taste so good," he says, running his index finger along her slit, pushing in to the knuckle and pulling all the way out. She gasps and he feels her muscles grabbing at his finger, trying to keep him in.

"Elliot…" she pants. She's so turned on, she can't see straight. Her skin is hot and flushed, and the combination of his eyes on her, and the feel of his thick, teasing digit is making her buzz.

She looks back to see him raise the index finger that was just inside her, up to his mouth. He watches her back as he sucks it clean and licks his lips. Fuck. He does it again with his middle finger, and she realizes he's sampling her.

She gasps again when he pushes two fingers in and twists them back and forth. When he pulls them out of her, he pulls a deep moan from her throat. He brings his fingers to her mouth this time to share in his tasting, and she thinks she might actually combust at this point.

"Please," she begs. For what? Anything. More. Everything. She just wants all of it, and she can't take it anymore.

"What, baby?" He goes back to working her over with his tongue.

"Please, Elliot," she pleads, voice thick with want for more, more.

"Tell me, baby," he mumbled, his mouth full of her soaked folds.

He wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, pressing the pad of his thumb to her perineum, stroking her, winding her even tighter. "God, El—"

"Hmmm," he hums.

"Fu— Fuck me. Now, Elliot," she can barely manage between heavy breaths.

In one swift motion, he's on her. He tucks her right knee out to the side, and pushes down on her hips, bringing her down to the mattress. Her arms are caught under her, but she grabs a pillow and buries her face. Something to brace on, something to muffle herself from her son's ears down the hall, something to hold onto. He lines himself up and pushes all the way in with one long stroke.

She cries out into the pillow as his hips connect flush with hers, and he can feel her muscles squeezing the life out of him as she tries to adjust. Yes, that's exactly what she wanted. What she needed. She loves this feeling, when he gives her everything because he knows she can handle it. He feels even bigger like this and he hasn't even started moving yet. That thought alone is enough to make her flutter around him.

"That feel good, baby?" He asks, but all she can manage is a whimper. He pulls back only and inch and snaps his hips forward again, even deeper, and that's it… She's coming around him, hips convulsing, knuckles white from gripping the pillow her face is pressed even further into.

When she comes back from her delirious high, she lifts her head from the pillow and her face mask is crooked. The cat ear headband falls down over her face, and she laughs at how ridiculous she must look. He rolls her over to her back, laughing too.

"Okay, forget these," he laughs harder as he pulls the mask and ears off of her head. He covers her body with his and brushes her hair out of her face.

"Oh, what's the matter, not feeling the Catwoman fantasy anymore?" She giggles as he plants his forearms on either side of her head and settles between her thighs.

He pulls back just enough to her face, smiling bashfully before he confesses, "Liv, you… You're my fantasy. The costume was hot, don't get me wrong, but… I just want you."

Her eyes soften and she looks up at the sincerity on his face. Oh okay, she loves this side of him too. He just licked Pixy Stix off her ass, and now he's making her emotional all within a matter of an hour. The range of this man, she chuckles to herself.

She takes a deep breath and cups the side of his face, kissing him sweetly. "Mmm, show me," she purrs into his mouth.

Her mouth drops open when he maneuvers his hips and presses himself into her again. Slowly this time, inch by inch, he watches her brow furrow at the intrusion. When he can't go any further, he brushes his nose against hers and kisses her sweetly, deeply. His hips start rocking against hers, scraping her clit with his pubic bone, and pressing that spot deep inside her. Her mouth parts into an O shape at the sensation, before she buries her face in his neck. Murmurs of yes, right there, please don't stop, flow from her lips.

She can believe they're here. Doing this, after so long. So many years of wondering, waiting. She thinks about the photo of the three of them tonight. The decades-long collection of memories they share, and the ones they get to share now. A future - the idea of a tangible future with him, it's enough to push her over the edge. Her body goes rigid and she grips the back of his neck, holding him to her as she comes around him. Her hot breath and little whimpers pouring into his ear send him coming right behind her.

When they come down and untangle, with lingering touches and breathless chuckles, they settle, sitting up at the head of the bed.

Olivia takes Elliot's hands in hers and gives him a look that only he can read. She wants to say something but knows she doesn't need to.

He nods his head and leans in to whisper in her ear, "I know."

When he pulls back to put his forehead to hers, she nods too. She looks beyond him at the little piece of Red Vines candy still sitting on the edge of the bed and she smirks. She leans over him, snatching it and working it out of the wrapper. When she has it open, she puts one end in her mouth and giggles again, swinging it in front of his face. Her playfulness gets him and he lunges forward to grab the other end of the long, red candy stick in his mouth. He slurps it up like spaghetti until he meets her lips with a kiss full of hums and pressed smiles until they both erupt into a fit of laughter.

"I— I love you!" Her admission comes on a belly laugh and the heels of a security, a trust that in a moment of joy just made sense.

He kisses her again, on her lips, her cheek, her eyes. "I love you so much, Liv… I may not be Superman, but there's nothing stronger than you and I together."

"That was cheesy." She groans and kisses him on the cheek.

"You like it though!" He barks out a laugh.

"Hmmm," she hums, settling into his side. "I do. I really do."

Note: The author of this SVU: Fall in Love story will be revealed in November