Summary: Elliot's been moping around since Eli moved out and Bernie decided to hang with her grandkids. Olivia devised a plan to cheer him up, but they are interrupted.

AN: Thank you all for still reading this story. As much as I love the caught trope, I think this one may be running its course.

What are your favorite tropes? I'd like to try my hand at another fun trope.

No beta, all mistakes are mine. And like most fic authors, follows, favorites, and comment make my day, so please feel free to leave them.

Olivia anxiously fluffs her hair in the mirror before smoothing down the imaginary wrinkles in her negligee. It's red and lacy and new. She bought it just for tonight, for this. Elliot would be home any minute. She turned and looked at the bed, thinking of the best way to present herself. Eventually she decided that she should take advantage of his empty apartment and she heads to the living room to situate herself on the couch.

Elliot moved Eli into a boarding school in Colorado two weeks ago. Eli had begged him all summer, and Elliot, after a long deliberation (and extensive discussions about the harmful effect of weed and mushrooms), agreed. Bernie was still staying with Kathleen. And all week, he's been moping around his empty apartment. He'd invited Olivia over, but she had Noah, who wasn't as fond of the idea of sleepovers now that Eli wasn't there to play video games with.

So, Olivia had devised this plan to surprise him, to help him see just how beneficial it was to have an apartment all to himself. She'd ordered several new lingerie pieces, took off work early, and snuck over to Elliot's apartment to surprise him. She set up a bottle of champagne on ice and chocolate covered fruits on the kitchen island and dressed up (or down). And now all she had to do was wait for him to get home from work.

But Olivia wasn't the only one who'd noticed Elliot's melancholy demeanor this week. For all his bluster and professionalism, Elliot wore his heart on his sleeve. He'd been in late this week, grumpy, and dragging his feet when he had to go home. Having an empty nest for the first time in his adult life was new and uncomfortable for him.

Ayanna and Jet noticed and decided that they were going to take Elliot out for drinks. He wasn't the only one who needed the libations. Ayanna was still fighting with Denise and frustrated over the lack of time she got to spend with Jack. Jet, on the other hand, was repressing how much she really missed Malachi and silently struggling with her growing feelings for Jamie. She was lost in her feelings, which was not something she was used to feeling.

"Stop right there Stabler!" Ayanna called from the doorway of her office, causing the man to freeze by his desk, his bag in hand.

Elliot turns his head to ask "What is it, Sarg? New case?"

"No, something much more serious," Ayanna answers with a nod and walks down the steps from her office.

He looked at her confused.

"We are going out for drinks," she tells him.

"We?"

"You, me, and Jet."

He spun around and looked up at Jet who just shrugged noncommittally

"Can I change first? I don't want to go out in this," he asks looking down at his vest and his jacket still slung over the back of his chair.

"What? Can't see all those tiny buttons on your vest when you are drunk?"

"Har har," he laughs sarcastically. "No, I just want to be more comfortable."

"That's fine, but we are following you," she adds with a point of her finger.

"I can make it home without escorts."

"It's not you getting home I'm worried about. It's getting you back out."

"Fine," he grumbled, "Let's go."

Elliot should have known something was up. He hadn't heard from Olivia all afternoon. She told him that she'd caught a case and was going to be busy. He wasn't upset about it; he understood her job. But he was disappointed. He was hoping to see her and maybe stay at her place. He just wanted out of his apartment and into her arms. On his way home, he'd thought about texting her and letting her know his plans but decided not to interrupt her work for no reason.

He jingles his keys and mutters as he approaches his door, "You two really didn't need to walk me to the door."

"We wanted final approval on your outfit. I've seen you pick out your own clothes," answers Ayanna.

Jet chuckles behind them, thinking of a couple of ridiculous t-shirts and too small pants she's seen him wear in the last year after shrugging off "Eddie." Most of the time he does just fine, but then every once in a while, she has to double take at his outfit.

Elliot turns and asks, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Ayanna puts her hands up, "Nothing, nothing."

"Just for that, I'm wearing something outrageous. Paisley or something else gaudy, and a hat!" Elliot threatens over his shoulder as he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

"Oh boy," she chuckles.

"Come on, the sooner I change, the sooner we can go."

Olivia hears the door open and some quiet talking. She can't make out what Elliot's saying but she assumes that he's on his phone. She grins as she looks down over her body, covered in red satin and lace, draped over the couch. She knows that he's going to be excited when he realizes that she's here.

She watches him walk into the kitchen from the entryway and toss his keys onto the counter, taking in the champagne and fruits. He turns towards the living room and sees her.

Unexpectedly, however, his eyes don't grow with excitement but with shock, and then fear.

Time stands still as disappointment rushes over Olivia's face. Had she really misread their relationship and his desires that badly? Did he not want her here? Did he not like her new lingerie?

He swallows and calls her name quietly, "Liv."

Before she can answer, the reason for his fear walks through the front door.

"What are you waiting for, old man? Chop! Chop!" Jet's voice through the entryway, getting louder with every word as she walks up next to Elliot in the kitchen with Ayanna right behind her.

Olivia moves as quickly as she can, flipping around on the couch and searching for the throw blanket that usually sits on the arm. But it's nowhere to be found. Bernie must have taken it with her. She grabs a couch cushion and covers her front awkwardly before she looks back into the kitchen and all three individuals are frozen, mouths agape.

Finally, Ayanna snaps out of her shock, shouting, "Oh! Shit! Sorry…sorry," as she turns around, grabbing Jet's hand, and pulling her back down the hall and through the front door.

Olivia gets off the couch and heads to his room, still covering her body with the couch cushion.

Olivia does know how Elliot talked her into coming out with him. She knows it's going to be awkward, so awkward. This is the second time that Ayanna and Jet have caught her and Elliot. But Ayanna had called Elliot's cell about three minutes after leaving his apartment, while Olivia was still searching for her clothes, demanding that Elliot still join her and Jet for drinks and inviting Olivia along too.

Now she's in the car with Elliot, following behind Ayanna to the bar.

"Liv don't get into your head. It's just drinks."

"Yea, just drinks with your boss and colleague who have caught us in the act, twice now."

"Olivia, it's going to be okay," he says as he pats her knee. "They are happy for us."

"I don't think they are happy about what they've seen. They must think that I'm…I don't know, some sort of nympho."

He laughs, "Nympho?"

She crosses her hams over her chest, "You know what I mean."

"Liv, they aren't thinking anything. There is no judgment coming from them. Hell, Jet helped find Mama when she was kidnapped because she'd been to that BDSM sex club before. We are all adults here"–-his constant refrain when they've been caught in the act-–"with healthy sex lives. There is no reason to be embarrassed."

She huffs and admits, "I know you are right, but that doesn't make it any easier."

He pats her thigh before gripping it a bit, "I know. Luckily we are getting drunk." He tosses her a grin before looking back at the road.

She snorts.

Drunk is exactly what they were getting. Forty-five minutes later they were three shots in.

"Okay, okay," Ayanna starts loudly over the music. "We need to address the elephant in the room."

Olivia and Elliot look at each other and then back to Ayanna, bracing themselves for the onslaught.

"You," she points at Elliot, "need to learn to keep it in your pants."

Elliot's mouth gapes open, and he points at his own chest, "Me? What does that mean? I can keep it in my pants!"

"Oh no you can't!"

Olivia laughs into her beer, happy that Ayanna is putting the blame on Elliot and not her, even as unfair as it is.

"Liv stand up for me here," Elliot begs.

Shaking her head and drinking more, she refuses. "You are on your own on this. It's your fault we always get caught."

"Oh no, no, no…at least half of the time it's been your fault," he argues.

"I am so going to regret asking this," Jet speaks up, "but just how many times have you two been caught?"

"Uh," Elliot thinks, lifting his hand and folds down a finger with each location, "the patio, the shower, my room, your couch…twice…"

Olivia slaps his shoulder, "Elliot! They don't need a full list."

"You can't forget the parking lot and the interrogation room…" Ayanna adds.

"Wait! How do you know about the interrogation room?" Elliot exclaims, his head whipping around to Ayanna.

"I'll never reveal my sources," she answers smugly.

"Damnit Fin," Olivia mutters under her breath as she picks up her phone to text her sergeant his new assignment.

"The interrogation room? You know there are cameras in there too?" Jet asks.

Olivia answers quickly, blush rising to her cheeks, "I flipped them off first."

Elliot gapes at her again, "I didn't know that."

Jet nods, ignoring Elliot, "Good thinking. Depending on how long ago it was, I'm not sure I could delete it without tipping anyone off."

Thankful for Jet's support, Olivia downs the rest of her beer. "Can we change the subject now?"

Three hours later Elliot and Olivia were in the back of an Uber playing game of sex-chicken. Her hand was inching up his inseam and his was already under her shirt as their lips were locked.

Olivia is the first to pull back from their kiss, tugging his hand from her shirt, "El, we can't…not here."

He tucks his head into her neck, panting, "Yea, I know, I know," but his hand covers hers and pulls it to cover his erection and pressing down and squeezing as his hips thrust slightly, grunting, "Fuck," into her skin.

She looks to her phone app, tracking their trip progress. "We are almost there, hold it together for a few more minutes." She gives him one last squeeze before she pulls her hand back.

He nods, inhales deeply, and then sits back in the seat. He catches the eye of their driver in the rearview mirror and gives him a harsh look. The driver gets the message, turning his attention back to the road.

They get to his apartment less than five minutes later. Elliot almost pushed her from the car and up the walk to the entryway to his apartment building.

Olivia chuckles as his urgency, "Calm down, El, you are going to knock me over."

"Nuh uh, I'll hold you up. I got you, I've always got you," he answers back.

He opens his door quickly and pulls her though the door, right into his chest and his lips crash into hers. His mouth opens immediately, and he sweeps his tongue through her mouth.

"You looked so hot earlier, Liv. All that lace, barely covering you. I could see your nipples from the kitchen," he tells her as he kisses down her neck.

"I picked it out just for you, for tonight."

Elliot tugs her shirt up, disconnecting his tongue from her skin only long enough for him to yank it over her head. "Can you put it back on?"

"Now?" she asks breathlessly, her hands guiding his head to her chest.

He flicks his eyes up to her, his mouth still on her breast, mumbling, "Please," before seeking out her nipple.

"You're gonna need to let me go."

His head shakes against her skin. She chuckles. "Then, this is as good as it gets," she says pointing to her everyday bra and jeans that are unbuttoned.

"Hot," he grunts, "sexy." But he finally stands up straight and kisses her lips. "Fine, go."

She pecks his lips and pats his chest, "Just go sit on the couch, I'll be back in a few minutes."

Elliot grins and watches Olivia walk to his room. Once his door clicks shut, he dashes to his couch. He thinks for a second before he strips and plops down in the middle of this couch.

Olivia changes as quickly as she can, the alcohol in her blood making her limbs loose and disrupting her balance and coordination. Then she's standing in front of the mirror just as she was earlier tonight, running her hands down her body and fluffing her hair. Happy with how she looks in her new lingerie, she steps out of the bedroom.

"Fuck," Elliot exhales on a rough, would-be whisper if he had any control over his volume, as Olivia saunters over to the couch. She smiles, chuckling at his eagerness, he's got one hand on the back of the couch and the other on his cock, stroking up and down slowly.

"I can't believe you bought this for me." He lifts his hand from the couch to trace the deep V-neck, gently pressing the lace into her skin, his other not moving.

Olivia straddles his thighs, rubbing her hands over his pecs and shoulders, "You've been sad, I thought this might cheer you up."

"It does," he kisses her before repeating, "Oh god, it does." He lifts his hips, trying to find the friction he needs.

She smiles as she strokes his cheeks and lets her hips drop to his crotch, teasing him "So eager."

"You have no idea, I need you," he answers before burying his face into her chest, hugging her body tightly to his, confessing, "I've always needed you," into her flesh.

She holds his head to her breast and begins rocking her hips, "I need you too, El."

He groans at her heat on his erection, lifting his head to look at her. He grabs her ass, forcing her hips to move harder. "You look so hot in this Liv, I can see your nipples. They are so hard for me."

Elliot leans back in, taking a nipple in his mouth through the mesh and lace covering her breasts, sucking. Olivia's head falls back, a moan escaping from her lips.

"Was this your plan?" he questions as he kisses across her sternum, "Huh? Dress up in this, wait for me to come home, and then what?" He sucks her other nipple into his mouth roughly, letting it go with a pop, replacing his lips with his fingers. "Then what, Liv? Were you gonna fuck me on this couch?"

"Yes," she groans, rocking her hips against his, feeling him hot and hard between her legs.

"Is that what you need now? Do you need me to fuck you?" he growls.

"Yes," she pants again.

"Are you wet for me?" he asks, not needing an answer as his fingers rub the material over her core, feeling how slick it is as it moves against her skin.

Her head tucks into his shoulder. She's not sure how she lost control of the situation. She feels loose and aroused in his arms, and if he doesn't put his fingers or cock in her immediately she's going to combust.

"This is in the way, baby," he says with a tug on the damp lace that covers her core. He doesn't want it off, the red lace and mesh are sexy against her skin, complementing the curves of her body.

"Snaps, it has snaps," she tells on a whine, giving him permission to yank at the fabric. Thank god, he thinks before he pulls. She hears a few threads rip before the snaps give way. "Hurry," she pants again, reaching for his erection, angling it towards her entrance.

He chuckles before inhaling sharply at her touch, "Now who's the eager one?"

"Shut up El," she huffs as she lifts her hips and slowly lowers herself back down.

The smile on his lips is quickly replaced by tight lips, a frown of concentration and pleasure, and he hisses "fuuuuck" through gritted teeth.

"Hmmmm. God El, you feel so good."

He nods in agreement, not able to unclench his jaw yet.

She begins to move over him, her knees tucked into the cushions on either side of his legs and helped by his hands on her ass. It doesn't take long for her to feel her thighs starting to lock up, cramping. She usually likes being on top, able to ride him until they both come. But the cushions are too soft and he's moving her quicker than her muscles allow tonight.

Making up her mind, she lifts herself off his body, his cock slipping out and bobbing to his low abdomen.

"What? Where are you going?" he pants desperately, reaching for her.

She turns around and moves to sit back into his lap. Seeing her movements, he shuffles forward to the edge of the couch and guides himself back in. With a hand in the middle of her back, he pushes her forward until her hands are resting on the coffee table in front of her. He leans forward and thrusts his hips, pounding into her at the new angle. He can feel his need growing fast, the tingling at the base of his spine barreling ahead at full speed.

"Shit Liv…so sexy…" he grunts, one hand following the line of decorative lace down her spine before he grabs her ass, squeezing the flesh in his palm.

He reaches for her shoulder and tugs her towards him, he falls back onto the couch with her on his lap again. Her back is to his chest and he wraps his arms around her stomach. He lowers a hand to her clit, flipping the lacy material out of his way so he can work quickly. He doesn't want to beat her to the punch.

Olivia gasps as the change of positions, he's deep before she's prepared, and moans loudly as his fingers move hurriedly. "El, I'm close."

"Yes, yes," he grunts with exertion of thrusting into her and holding back his orgasm, "Come on me baby. Let me feel it."

His fingers move faster, pressing roughly on her clit. His other hand clutches at her breast, the lace scratching her pebbled nipple. She whines at the sensation, her body overloaded with pleasure. "Oh god! El…ah…damn, I'm gonna…" And she hurdles over the edge, her legs seizing a top his; her core clenching on him tightly.

"Liv…please, ung…fuck" Elliot's cock swells inside her before he finally lets go, exploding deep.

"So, what do we need to do to get privacy?" Elliot wonders aloud as he carries the open bottle of champagne and plate of chocolate covered fruit to his bedroom.

They'd relocated after they'd come down and cleaned up. Olivia had pulled on his soft Henley and was relaxing in his bed.

He sets the plate down over her legs and crawls under the covers next to her, taking a sip from the bottle before passing it to her.

"We have privacy now," she responds, taking a drink from the bottle, curious at what he means.

"No, I mean, I feel like the universe is conspiring against us. Someone is always interrupting us or catching us."

"Oh, yea," she says as she comprehends his meaning. She takes a bite from a chocolate covered strawberry, joking with her mouth full, "I think we are doomed, El."

"I hope not, I have a lot of plans for us and I don't want any more interlopers." He wiggles his eyebrows as he picks up a piece of fruit, trailing the chocolate up the side of Olivia's next, following it with his tongue.

"Hmmmm," she hums as her eyes close, "I think I'll like your plans."

"Dear god I hope so," Elliot whispers as he captures her lips.