"Olivia, you look," he exhaled, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Wow."

She chuckled. "This old thing?" She winked, leaning up to peck his lip.

"This is not old," he insisted, putting his hands on her shoulders and holding her at arms length so he could examine her properly. "Wow…"

The sequined navy dress fell just above her knees, hugging all of her curves and making his mouth go dry. It was long sleeved but low cut, giving him an unbridled view of her cleavage.

Her heels were high and gold, her make-up was fresh and her hair was loose on her shoulders.

"You mentioned that."

"I want to take this off of you right now," he admitted with an affirming nod that made her giggle.

"We have reservations. You can take it off of me after… but I'm glad you like it," she smiled, pecking his lips.

"No, no, no," he said as he wrapped a large hand around her lower back and pulled her flush with him. "I get to kiss you."

She melted into his embrace, smiling against his lips and pulling back only when she felt his half hard cock pressing desperately against her hip.

"Nope," she said, stepping back. "Nope, nope, nope," she giggled. "Come on, Stabler."

He groaned playfully, following her out of their hotel suite.

"Hi guys, my names Tom and I'll be your waiter this evening. Can I get you started with something to drink?"

"Your best Cab," El answered for them, his arm wrapped around the small of Liv's back.

They were seated in a back booth of the restaurant, snuggled up beside one another and choosing some options from the appetizer menu.

"We celebrating anything tonight?" Tom asked with a smile.

"Uhhh," Liv said, looking at Elliot with a smile.

His eyes were still trained on the waiter and he grinned. "Just us."

"Just us is a great answer. I'll be back shortly."

"Thank you," Elliot smiled, pulling Liv a little closer to him.

"So? What should we eat?"

"I mean I wanna eat you buuut," he said, laughing softly when she nudged him. "Maybe start with some calamari?"

"That sounds good… that bruschetta looks good, too."

"Sounds good to me," he nodded, turning to face her a little better. "I'll probably get a steak and some potatoes."

"That sounds good," she said through an involuntary moan. "Maybe I'll do the grouper… we can share?"

"Of course," he smiled, pecking her lips and putting his hand on her inner thigh as discreetly as he could.

"Elliot," she scolded playfully, and he laughed, leaning over to kiss her temple.

"Can't keep my hands off of you," he whispered, and she smiled, settling her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not wearing underwear," she whispered to him after a moment, just as the waiter came back with wine.

He dropped his head to study the menu before him, and Liv couldn't help the smile in her voice as she conversed with the waiter, thanked him for their wine, and ordered both the appetizers and main dishes.

"You're bad," he mused softly, once he got his bearings.

"You're the one with the hand between my legs," she giggled softly.

"Like your legs," he muttered. "Like everything about you."

She sighed happily and melted against him, sipping her wine as they picked at the appetizers in front of them after they were dropped off.

They talked about everything; their boys, jobs & squads, one another and their little family.

Their future.

"Think we need a bigger place?" He pondered as they exchanged bites of their main courses.

"Maybe?" She said after a moment. "Eli will be going to college soon so maybe not?"

"God, I can't even think about that," he chuckled softly.

"I get it," she laughed. "The two of them are growing so damn fast."

"In height and maturity," he sighed with a chuckle.

"Noah needs new clothes," she whined playfully. "All his pants from last season are high waters."

Elliot snorted. "I'll take him out this week. Probably should have Eli go through his clothes, too."

"Good luck with that," Liv laughed and El groaned playfully. "True. Maybe we should set aside his old pants? Noah's gonna be tall."

"Might not be a bad idea," Liv nodded. "I can't believe Eli is still getting taller!"

"Right!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "You know... jeez I don't think I stopped growing till I was 21 or so."

"If Eli keeps growing till he's 21 and you didn't set up our retirement on his non-existent basketball career I will never forgive you," she teased.

"Oh?? Our retirement?" He laughed softly.

"I know what I said," she winked, gently cupping his cheek and using her thumb to wipe sauce from the corner of his lip.

"Retirement... 's'not something I ever thought you'd bring up."

"Well, Stabler," she husked softly. "There's a lot of things I never thought I'd want to bring up... but then you came home to me... and Noah... and changed my mind."

"Oh yeah?" He whispered, dropping his mouth to her ear and kissing the shell very gently.

"Yeah," she nodded, a shiver passing through her.

"Like?"

She smiled small, pulling back slightly so that she could look down at her left hand that was rested on his chest.

Following her gaze, his eyes widened a little, getting lost in thought at the magnitude of what she'd just admitted to him.

A million things rushed through his mind as he wrapped his free hand around the neglected side of her waist, finger tips cutting into the delicate beading of her dress.

Engagement.

Asking Noah's permission and asking Eli to help find the perfect ring so that he felt included.

A solitaire seemed like her style... something big and flashy, because he knew deep down she liked to show off, be feminine.

Engravings on the inside of the band to make it that much more special.

Marriage.

Olivia... a vision in white.

Olivia Benson-Stabler.

Adoption...Noah Benson-Stabler!

Retirement.

Partners for life.

Tears had welled up in his eyes, startling him back to reality as they began to fall into her hand that still cupped his face.

"El?" She whispered, looking up at him through her own, tear-soaked, brown eyes. "Let's get a box for this," she nodded, gently caressing his cheek and dropping the hand that was on his chest to This now full-of-life cock in his dress pants.

"Yes, my love," he whispered, leaning in to capture her lips. "Say less."

She giggled. "Say less?"

"Yeah... I'm hip now, thanks to our sons," he said, pulling back slightly to wave down their waiter and ask for a check and boxes.

"Careful... Jet will be jealous if she finds out she's not getting credit for your hip-ness."

"So don't tell her," he teased, laughing when Liv gave him a look. "You're gonna tell her huh?"

"Totally gonna tell her," she smirked, leaning over to peck his lips again.