A/N: Thx for coming back. Still no idea what I'm doing.
The ball dropped around 4pm. She knew it would.
She directed her squad and waited for them to bring back their victim for a statement.
She began getting photos of the boys around the same time as they rode the subway to Yankees Stadium, rocking matching hats that Elliot had gotten them.
The boys. Her boys. She couldn't help but smile.
She replied:
L: Awesome. Have fun! Just caught a case so God only knows when I'll be home. I love you.
E: Of course you did— I'll wait up. ;) Keep me posted. Love you more.
She glanced up as Amanda walked in with their vic. She had just enough time to forward the picture of the boys in her group chat with the girls, along with a caption: boys night at the ball game.
The replies were instant.
M: Look how cute they are matching!
K: Noah looks like his face is going to break from smiling
E: I know right! Eli too- been a while since we've see that.
Liv smiled at the texts and replied.
L: He certainly loves them! You guys too :)
She got home around 11:30 that night. They'd done all they could do. Their vic was rightfully traumatized and went home with her parents, and their suspect had lawyered up.
It was an especially brutal case. She was exhausted and a bit traumatized herself.
The vic had cigarette burns and she shivered at the thought.
She came in quietly, setting down her bag and toeing off her shoes. Laughing silently at Dickie passed out on the couch and hugging a bottle of water, she put an extra blanket around him and rubbed his arm gently.
Moving through through the dark apartment, she poked her head into Noah's room. He and Eli shared his new bunk beds when the Stablers stayed at her place.
Both boys had fallen asleep in their clothes, still wearing their matching hats. She shook her head and exhaled and soft laugh.
She shut the door quietly and moved to her bedroom, slowly opening the door.
The lights from the city illuminated the sleeping and boxer clad Elliot that was sprawled towards the center of her bed.
She unconsciously sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him. His even breathing indicated a deep sleep.
After all this time, she still couldn't believe this was her life.
She shut and locked her door, careful not to disturb him, and slowly stripped down to her bra and underwear.
It wasn't even close to being the sexiest thing she owned, but she knew he wouldn't care.
She loved that about him.
Crawling on the bed and straddling him, she ground down slightly, smiling when he let out a soft moan in his sleep.
She felt his hands trickle up her thighs and land in her hips. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at her.
"I thought you were going to wait up for me," she said softly with a smirk.
He chuckled. "I was. But our boys are wild and I'm old."
"You don't feel old," she said as she ground down into his now solid length again.
He moaned softly.
"Well when I'm with you I feel 17 again."
She smacked his chest and laughed.
"That was so corny."
He smiled. "You ok? Case alright?"
She shrugged. "It was rough. Brought up some memories." She paused. She was working on being more open with him. She was silent a moment before sliding her hands to his that still rested on her hips. She squeezed them.
"Vic had cigarette burns," she said, just above a whisper.
He frowned and scooted back with her on his lap so he could sit up. He pulled her flush to his chest and just held her.
She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he kissed the side of her head.
"I love you."
It was all he needed to say. It was all she needed to hear.
She squeezed him a little tighter and they stayed like that for several minutes before she looked up.
"Make love to me?" she asked softly.
"Always, babe." He answered as his lips pressed against hers in a passionate kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth slightly, allowing his tongue entrance. He gently squeezed her hips, allowing his finger tips to brush under her waist band.
She knew what was coming before he did it.
In one fluid motion she was on her back and he was hovering above her.
He pulled gently at her lip before releasing it and trailing kisses down her cheek towards her ear.
"I love you so much. You're beautiful. You're strong. You're sexy." He whispered, nipping gently at her ear lobe.
"You're the best mom and partner and captain and friend." He said as he trailed kisses down her neck to a rather sensitive spot he knew she loved. She blinked a few tears away, smiling at his mantra that he said to her that first night in her bedroom after they bared their souls and truths to one another.
It'd become his thing. Whenever Lewis entered her mind or their world, he repeated it as he held and kissed her.
She loved him for it. His understanding. His compassion. The softer side she'd rarely seen when they were work partners.
He began to kiss further down her body, wanting to worship her as he pressed his lips to every lasting reminder of the ordeal that he wasn't there for.
He knew she wouldn't let him. When she was in this space, the only thing she needed was to be as close to him as humanly possible.
On cue, she pulled him back up and pressed her lips to his.
"I need to feel you inside of me." She whispered.
He nodded, making gentle haste of removing their underwear and tossing them to the side. He reached between them, brushing his fingers between her folds and groaning softly.
"Baby you're so wet," he whispered with a soft moan.
She raised her hips to meet his fingers and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his lips back to hers.
"Please." She whispered.
He nodded and fisted his hard length, gently pushing into her.
He swallowed her deep moan and moved slowly in her, not breaking the contact of their lips.
Her hands grasped desperately at his back and she knew he needed more. He lifted her right leg slightly higher and covered her mouth with his hand as he pushed back into her, knowing this angle would hit all the spots that drove her crazy.
"Shit baby oh" came her muffled cry into his hand. He replaced his hand with her lips and sped up his pace. He placed a hand under neck pulling her closer as his other trailed down between them, rubbing soft circles on her clit.
When he felt her flutter around him, he moaned and increased his tempo until they shattered together.
They lay together, her head on his chest as their breathing returned to normal. He held her securely, tracing small circles on her back, lost in his own thoughts.
She could sense something on his mind- she always did. She turned on her side more to look up at him, one leg tangling between his and her knee brushing his still sensitive cock.
"Tell me." She whispered.
His grip on her tightened a bit and he took a deep breath.
"Noah asked if he could call me Dad tonight."