Sorry this took so long , I've been sick with this damn cold thing for weeks, I get better and then I get worse. It's a cycle. There's been some stuff going on in my personal life as well, it's been a whirlwind. Enjoy, and shoutout to BenoightLangson for the idea for the last part of this.

Olivia sat on the kitchen island and watched Charles. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him move as he cooked, his muscles straining against his shirt. She felt like a cheetah stalking her prey.

Charles walked over in front of her. He'd been calling her name for a solid minute. He touched her outer thighs before slowly pulling her bottom lip from her teeth. "My love," he whispered.

Olivia looked down at him and smiled. "Yes, handsome?"

Charles pulled her closer. "Dinner's ready," he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck. "I was trying to tell you, but you seemed to be more interested in staring at me."

Olivia smiled. "I was picturing you naked, doing very naughty things to me," she giggled and moved his face so she could kiss him passionately. "Mm," she broke the kiss and smirked. "Let's eat, so we can take advantage of our child free night and you can do those naughty things to me," she licked his nose and giggled.

Charles rubbed his nose against hers. "Come on, sexy. Let's eat."

Olivia looked at him. "You may want to move so I can jump down," she touched his shoulder and gently ran her fingers over it.

Charles smirked. "Or I could do this," he whispered, picking her up off the counter and carrying her over to the breakfast nook where they were going to eat. He set her down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

Olivia moaned and rested her hand on his cheek. This was the sexiest thing, the kind of intimacy she craved. She broke the kiss and smiled. "Let's eat and then we can continue that," she whispered and looked into his eyes.

Charles caressed her face and felt her nuzzle into him. "Let's eat," he whispered, pulling away from her gently, slowly.

They ate with comfortable, flirty banter. Once they finished Olivia cleared their plates and then looked up at Charles. "Bedroom? We can kiss more," she whispered.

Charles smiled and walked her up against the wall, leaning in close, but not kissing her yet. "We can kiss anywhere in the house, we have no kids for the night," he whispered, his lips crashing into hers.

Olivia kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him. She swayed with him as they kissed, she felt his hands on her hips and she smiled into the kiss. She softly broke the kiss, but stayed close to his lips. "Bring me somewhere to sit down so we can properly make out," she whispered, her eyes falling closed and her lips finding his again.

Charles picked her up and carried her to the couch in their living room. It was big and cozy. He sat down and pulled her closer, having her straddle him. "We hardly ever use this couch to make out on, and this is the perfect place for a good make out session. A big, comfy, cozy couch."

Olivia giggled and ran her finger over his lips. "I agree, it's hard to get make out sessions in down here when the kids are home though," she whispered and nuzzled into him.

Charles caressed her face and slid his hand to the back of her head. "Perhaps we should fix that. Instead of going immediately to the bedroom when the kids go to bed, we should come in here and cuddle and kiss on the couch, maybe watch a movie or two that we forget about," they shared a chuckle. "And then if things progress… we run upstairs and get naked," he whispered.

Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck. "I like that idea," she whispered and kissed him gently. "But tonight we don't have to run upstairs," she whispered. "We can have sex right here," she giggled and kissed him gently. "Mm."

Charles wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. He ran his hands down her back and kissed down her jaw, kissing her neck. "You're so sexy," he whispered and ran his hands under her shirt.

Olivia moaned and started grinding her hips into his, tilting her head to allow him better access to her neck. "My God, touch me," she begged.

Charles smiled and took her shirt off over her head, revealing her bare breasts. He leaned in and started sucking on her nipples, running his hands under her pants, grabbing her ass. "Short make out session."

Olivia sighed and pulled him into a passionate kiss, her hips still moving into his. She broke the kiss and smirked. "You want to complain or you want me to ride you?"

Charles held her hips and groaned. "I just want you. However you want it."

Olivia smirked and stood up, taking her pants off and leaving her in her lace panties. "I want to ride you, then I want you to take me from behind, fast and rough."

Charles held her hips and looked up at her. She was breathtaking. He leaned forward and took his shirt off over his head. He kissed her abdomen down to the waistband of her panties. He took in a deep inhale and he smiled. "Mm, you intoxicate me, Livia."

Olivia moaned and looked down at him. "Take off your pants and boxers," she whispered and slid her panties off, kicking them to the side. She watched as Charles obliged her and she smiled. "My husband is so sexy," she whispered and watched him sit back down. She straddled him and sank down onto his rock hard cock. "Oh." She started riding him fast, grinding her hips into his as hard as she could, when her phone rang. She groaned and fell forward, still riding him.

Charles held her hips and heard her phone ring. "Let it go to voicemail. God, please let it go to voicemail, you're not on call tonight."

Olivia moaned loudly and looked at the screen, it was Muncy. "Screw it, she can call Fin," she started riding him faster, her arms wrapped around him, moaning with each thrust, her orgasm taking over. "Charles!"

Charles smirked and kissed her passionately, his cum spilling inside her, he closed his eyes and thrust up inside her a few times before he fell back against the couch. "Wow."

Olivia smiled and kissed him softly. "You can say that—" her phone rang again and she groaned and looked at her phone, seeing Muncy's name again. She answered the phone, still breathless. "Where's the fire, Muncy?"

Muncy took a deep breath. "Sorry to bother you on your night off, Captain. But we were given a Manila envelope with some rather racy photos—"

Olivia was trying to figure out why this warranted Muncy calling her and interrupting her night. "And… are they of minors?"

Muncy paused a second before saying, "Captain, they're of you."

Olivia's heart fell five stories and she stopped breathing for a moment. "Who gave them to you?"

Muncy could tell she was upset. "Detective Stabler. He said you have two days to meet with him or he's putting them on the internet."

Olivia's mouth went dry, she climbed off of Charles and suddenly she could feel her legs again. She got up and walked away and shook her head. "This can't be happening. How did he get those photos?" She was terrified. "Okay, thank you for calling Muncy. Do me a favor, keep those photos as evidence but make sure as few people see them as possible." She wiped a tear from her eye.

"I want you to start an investigation into Detective Stabler. I'll call my contact at IA, who I trust to keep it under wraps." She nodded and hung her head. "Thanks again Muncy." She hung up, and taking advantage of the fact that there were no kids there she screamed and then started cursing. "That miserable son of a fucking bitch I can't fucking believe that he would have the balls to do this." She walked back to the couch and sat next to Charles. "We're done for tonight," she whispered, seething, embarrassed, on the verge of tears, suddenly feeling exposed.

Charles looked at her. "What happened?"

Olivia stood up and held her hand out. "Let's go to bed, I'll explain everything," she whispered and led him to the bedroom where she dressed in baggy sweats and an oversized sweatshirt. "Those pictures I had taken for me? The one I gave you from that photo shoot? Elliot Stabler somehow got a hold of them and is trying to blackmail me." She finally let out a sob and she took a deep breath. "He said I have two days to meet with him or he's putting them on the internet. So tomorrow I'm going to call my ex's partner in IA, I trust him to keep this as quiet as possible, figure out what next steps are."

Charles dressed in comfortable clothes and wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried into his chest. "I've got you," he whispered. "We'll figure this out."

Olivia wiped her eyes. "Can we just curl up together in bed, cocooned in our blankets where it's just you and me?"

Charles kissed the top of her head. "Yeah, come on." Both climbed into bed and cuddled up together. He wrapped the blankets around her and rubbed her side. "You and me against the world, baby."

Olivia nodded and looked up at him. "The thing I hate the most," she whispered, trying to keep her composure. "Is that he saw those pictures before you did," she whispered before breaking down and crying.

Charles held her tighter and kissed her forehead. "It'll all be okay. I promise. We'll figure it out."

Olivia nodded. "I feel so embarrassed and dirty," she whispered and buried her head in his chest, crying.

Charles rubbed her back. "You're not dirty. You did nothing wrong. Those pictures were taken for you, you never had any intention for anyone to see them."

Olivia nodded. "The only person other than me that I wanted to see them was you. And Elliot took them and brought them to my squad. The newest member of my squad saw them. How am I ever going to be able to show my face at SVU again?"

Charles tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. "Hey, you're a victim right now, you will show your face at SVU again as the badass Captain you are because there is nothing shameful in those pictures. Not a single thing."

Olivia looked into his eyes and nodded. "I hate that he's made me a victim. I've been the victim once before and I swore it would never happen again. But he went and made me a victim again."

Charles caressed her cheek. "Hey, you're a survivor, you survived Lewis, Utley, Burton, your mother. You'll survive this," he whispered and kissed her forehead. "Let's try to get some sleep before you go to IA tomorrow. I'll hold you all night long, okay?"

Olivia cuddled as close as she could to him, feeling the blankets cocoon around them, over their heads. She closed her eyes and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She relaxed in his arms. He always knew exactly what to say, exactly what to do to make her feel safe, to make her feel loved, and to pull her out of her own head. "I love you Charles," she whispered and wiped her eyes, drying the last tears that fell from her eyes. "I love you so much, and I truly don't deserve you," she whispered.

Charles looked down at her. "I love you, too, Olivia. So much, and you have it wrong, baby. You deserve someone who will move Heaven and earth for you. Not someone who will try to take down your career because you're with the person who would do anything for you. And I know that's what you were thinking because I know you probably better than I know myself." He wrapped her tight in his arms. "Now, get some sleep my love. Relax, and let me take care of you tonight."

A/N: What did you think? Let me know in a review if you feel so inclined, and I'll see you all soon!