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Elliot knocked gently on Olivia's door. He wasn't sure if she would want him to be there, but he knew she needed to talk about it. He was surprised to see her smile when she opened the door. "Hey El," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close to her for a kiss.

"You're in a good mood tonight," he replied, after she'd pulled away. He glanced at her hand, and saw the ring back on her left hand. "I must say, your ring looks better there." She looked down at her hand and smiled.

"Yeah. It does. If the offer's still on the table, that is," she replied.

"It never got taken off the table," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again. "Hey, why don't we go get some dinner?"

"I cooked," Olivia replied.

"You cook?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah I cook. How do you think I managed living with a drunk mother without knowing how to cook?" she asked him.

"Good point," he replied, finally closing the apartment door. "Where's Kaitlyn?"

"Sleepover at Heather and Amanda's," Olivia replied. "Meaning we've got the apartment to ourselves." She smiled at him mischievously.

"I like the way you think," he said, leaning down to kiss her again. His hands began moving slowly towards the waistline of her pants, as he untucked the white shirt she was wearing under her sweater. She moved closer to him, deepening the kiss. Suddenly, she pulled back.

"As much as I want to continue, the food's getting cold," she said, gently loosening the grip he had on her shirt.

"You're right," he said, kissing her one more time before letting go. "You need to eat."

"I'm sure you do, too," she said.

"I'm not pregnant."

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Olivia leaned back against Elliot's chest. "So, where were we before we ate?" he asked, leaning down to kiss her neck. They were laying on the couch, with Olivia leaning back against him.

"Can it wait just a little longer?" she asked. He pulled back.

"If you don't want to, we don't have to," he said.

"No, I want to, El. But we need to talk about… stuff, first," she said. She pulled one of his hands so it rested on her belly. "I'm sorry about trying to ruin everything."

"You didn't," he insisted. He used his free hand to pull the hair out of her face.

"I'm just so afraid I'm going to screw up again," she whispered. "With Nico, everything was so perfect until I told him I didn't want kids right away. I told him before we got married that we would have to wait on that, but apparently he didn't listen." She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, causing Elliot to hold her just that much tighter. He had to let her know he was there for her.

"I wouldn't hurt you, Liv. You know that," he whispered.

"I knew I wasn't in love with him. He was just another way to get back at my mother… I didn't think he would be like her…" Olivia's voice trailed off. Elliot gently stroked her arm in a reassuring gesture. He knew she had to do this, but he didn't want to force the issue. "I'm sorry, El."

"You don't have to be sorry, Liv. You didn't do anything wrong," he assured her. She turned so that she could see him.

"I love you, El. More than you'll ever know," she whispered. She gently kissed him, before standing up and pulling on his arms. He followed suit before leaning in to kiss her, going back to the hems of her shirts. He gently reached underneath them, running his hands across the smooth skin of her abdomen. She took off his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of the waist of his pants. She carefully undid the belt buckle, pulling away from his kiss to force it open. She pulled the belt off his pants before going back to kiss him again. Finally, she pulled herself away from him and stood up, wiggling out of his grip.

"Where are you going?" he asked. She smiled and pulled on his hand, signaling that he should follow her. He got up, wrapping his arms around her shoulders so that she could lead him and he could still kiss her neck. She led him into her bedroom and then turned around to face him. They began to kiss again as Elliot's hands played with the button on her jeans. She pushed his dress shirt down his arms until he could throw it off. He pushed her sweater and white shirt up, and then helped her take them off. Then he removed his undershirt, exposing his chest in the darkness of the room. "I love you," he whispered, as he began to remove her bra.

"I love you too," she replied.

A/n: Okay, so I suck at writing sex scenes, which is why I'm stopping here. I know you probably hate me, but deal with it. Plus, I don't think it's appropriate to go any further, going by the ratings guide.