Happy Holiday Hookups

A/N: With American thanksgiving this weekend past, or as a Canadian, a weekend to do some major retail damage on my credit card (knowing my credit card off by heart, and being on heavy pain killers, is not a good combo fyi), I was once again inspired by a conversation with a friend. These are all rated M for smut, unless otherwise specified. Happy Reading! Canon up until November 2022, on both shows, any mistakes my own. No mention of a squad splitting up, or any characters leaving etc.

A/N 2: I'm gonna act like covid doesn't exist since everybody seems to be acting that way now anyways… I wrote this before this past week's winter storm, total coincidence.

A/N 3: I took some liberties with what actual days of the week Americans get off for the holiday, and what break kids get off from school. Oh and don't know how old Noah is on the show, he's 10 in this story. Tried to keep this on the shorter side, but alas I failed again. This being a one-shot though, I did keep it light on details. Bold words are texts. Italic words are character's thoughts. Posting this later than planned, but just like this story got away from me, so did my health over the weekend. A hospital unit locked down again this time with covid and influenza, as well as a severe kidney infection. Hope this story cheers up somebody's day/week.

Chapter 02: My Eyes Are Blue, How About You?

Summary: What happens when members of Elliot's and Olivia's squad, unknowingly sign them both up for online dating? Snowstorm + Holiday + Persons Met Online = a Thanksgiving no one will forget.

Disclaimer: Dick, and TPTB on both shows, need to sort out their priorities. In the meantime, imma correct what they're doing wrong, here in fantasyland.

OCCB Headquarters, Evening, Friday November 4th 2022

Elliot had just been wrapping up for the night when he overheard a conversation between his colleagues. Tilting his head in their direction, he momentarily wondered why Jet, Reyes, and mainly Jamie, were talking so loud, but he quickly realized he had no interest in the subject matter.

"You can't be serious?" Jet muttered. Jamie, a new member of their squad, had been talking to the other newest member, Detective Bobby Reyes, about his latest dating experience.

Jamie ignored Jet's comment, "Bobby, man I'm telling ya, the girls-no the women I've met from this app, bruh! All quality, grade A-"

"Hey!" Elliot exclaimed, interrupting the young hot shot's rant. "What are you two kids on about?"

Elliot buttoned up his long winter jacket. Despite a balmy start to November, winter had prematurely arrived in the city. As he did up his coat, and pulled on his black beanie, he missed the knowing glances between the other members of his squad.

"It's this new dating app a friend told me about, for the mature person," Whelan explained.

Not looking up Elliot let out a barking laugh, "Then what the hell are you doing on it?"

"Ohhh burn," Bobby commented from his desk.

"Ha Ha, look man, I'm serious come look at some of the fine, sophisticated women, I've had the absolute pleasure of meeting," Jamie pulled the desktop version of the app, up on his laptop.

Elliot leaned against his desk, folding his arms across his chest, he noted his boss was watching with rapt attention now too.

Elliot furrowed his brows, "These are just words on a screen. I thought these things had pictures? People are always complaining someone was not looking like their display picture?"

"That's why this app is different, you can LIKE someone based off the words on their profile. If you both LIKE one another you can start a chat. From there you can share pictures, or meet up, schedule a date, whatever floats your boat, but that initial connection has nothing to do with looks, pretty cool huh?" Jamie was smiling broadly, feeling he had made his point.

"Hmmm," Elliot grumbled. He thought the concept was actually kind of interesting, he believed you could probably create a much deeper emotional connection if you got to know somebody by talking to them, versus seeing them physically, at the beginning of a relationship. The strongest relationships were built on connections, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. They all helped to build a solid foundation. Looks changed over the years, but a heart of gold, a winning personality lasted forever.

"Hey you should totally sign up!" Jamie, nearly jumped out of his seat with excitement. Elliot knew the kid looked up to him, like he was some kind of mentor, but he wasn't about to start taking dating advice from his protégé, as he liked to call himself.

"Wh-what?" Elliot stuttered, looking around at the faces of his other colleagues.

Bell hummed, "He's not exactly wrong… This could do you some good."

"Pardon me? What? What are you talking about?" Elliot asked, flabbergasted that his colleagues would even suggest such an absurd idea.

"Look Stabler," Jet began, "It's been a hot minute, since you've dated anyone. And just because you sign up doesn't mean you have to do anything. You can stay anonymous in the beginning too."

"A person could be clear across the states, or in a different country for God sakes!" Elliot exclaimed, trying to poke holes in their insane suggestion wherever he could.

Jamie shook his head, "The app only shows you profiles of other people in the same city as you, I think within 200 sq miles of your phone. Which is pretty cool, if you travel, you can match with people wherever you are."

"Plus it could be good practice," Bell picked up where Jet had left off, the more she heard, the more she got on board with this idea. "No offence but aside from a murderer's ex wife, and a semi psychotic trafficker's wife, the last time you dated, most of the people in this room weren't even born, you could probably learn a thing, or two about flirting, if nothing else."

"Yeah man, what have you got to lose? Unless there's someone else? Somebody who's already in the picture?" Reyes inquired, he was the newest member of the task force, but he had already heard the rumours concerning Stabler, and a certain SVU Captain.

Elliot stared at the 4 other people in the room, he felt cornered, and wondered if this was some kind of set up?

"So as Reyes said Stabler… You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain," Bell gave him a tight lipped smile, as she came to know more about Elliot, she knew he would never back down from a challenge. "Unless you really are… What did Flutura call you again?"

Captain Olivia Benson's Office, 16th Precinct Manhattan SVU, Friday November 4th 2022

"You can't be serious?" Olivia removed her glasses after reading the small bio her Detective had created for her, on the app they were investigating.

Everyone had one. Her, Fin, Velasco, Muncy, and the person who created them all, Rollins. They were using their accounts to try to catch a perp, who was using a dating app to assault civilians. They didn't know if it was a man, a woman, or a couple, people from both genders had been assaulted.

" Legs4Days01139, I mean really Rollins?" Olivia's mouth had opened in shock. "And did you use-is that my sergeant badge number?"

Rollins shrugged, "Needed names that would stand out, attract the attention of the perp. Besides it's not like it's a real account for you. Legs4Days was taken, I needed to add a number on the end. Besides you do, you know."

Olivia gave her a questioning look, her eyebrows flying upward.

Rollins sighed loudly, "Have legs for days." The way she said it made her sound like an annoyed teenager, she might as well have added 'DUH,' to the end of her sentence.

The other three Detectives in her office were trying, and failing, to hold in their laughter.

"Alright, everybody go home, work your profiles, use the app, match with everyone you can, if anyone gets a hit, somebody wants to meet in person, or call it in, otherwise enjoy your weekend," Olivia ordered, putting her glasses back on.

Everybody left her office, trying to wrap up their day so they could all start to enjoy their weekend.

Fin hovered by her office door, "Liv, you sure you, and the little man don't wanna join Phoebe, and our fam for Thanksgiving in a couple weeks? She told me to ask you again."

Olivia shook her head, "No, you guys have fun though."

"What about Carisi, and Rollins? She told me she invited you to their thanksgiving too," Fin pushed the subject, not wanting his best friend, the woman he thought of as a sister, to feel alone on the holiday, even if she did have her son.

"Hah, talk about a third wheel and a half, I'm not that desperate for companionship, plus they're going to spend the first two days with her family, then the last two days with his, we'd definitely stand out," Olivia informed her Sergeant.

"Alright, well let me know if you change your mind," Fin told her, closing her office door behind him.

Olivia sighed loudly, leaning her head against the back of her chair, "Will do…will do."

One thing she knew she was always thankful for, was her Sergeant's enduring friendship.

Detective Stabler's Bedroom, Manhattan, Friday November 4th 2022, Night

PosteriorlyBlessed6313, Elliot sighed as he logged onto the app that his squad members had installed, and proceeded to sign him up for, on his phone. He had to admit his screen name could be worse, but it still embarrassed the hell out of him as they tried to come up with different usernames. He was lying in bed when he finally decided to open the app.

As Jamie pointed out, it was the first thing a prospective date would see, and this name already boasted about one of his apparently good physical attributes.

Elliot scrolled through an abundance of different usernames with small 3-4 sentence biographies. None of which caught his eye.

He wasn't even sure what he was looking for.

He wasn't even sure he was looking. Period.

Physical appearance didn't mean much to him in his older years. He supposed he'd prefer someone tall, or close to his height, his body could no longer take the constant bending over to hug or kiss his significant other.

Elliot continued swiping up and down his screen. He liked brunettes, but didn't care that much one way or another.

Glancing at his own Irish skin, he didn't really care what ethnicity or skin colour she would have.

Perhaps somebody with a tan. Yes brunette, tanned skin, tall, with legs that-

Elliot froze as a screen name caught his eye, Legs4Days01139.

"Hmmm," his thumb hovered over her profile.

"'Career-oriented woman looking for a few laughs, and a fun time.' Pretty simple," Elliot spoke out loud, his apartment was deserted, maybe he should just get a pet.

He liked her name and biography. It didn't seem like she was looking for anything serious, which was exactly his MO. Before he could stop himself he noticed he had hit 'LIKE' on her profile, establishing a connection. He found himself hoping she'd like his profile too. Maybe his squad was right and he could correspond with Legs4Days01139, work on his flirting skills, skills he would need for that woman he told Tia he was in love with.

Captain Olivia Benson's Bedroom, Manhattan, Friday November 4th 2022, Evening

Olivia took a sip of wine, as she opened the app on her phone, having heard a ping she did not recognize, moments earlier.

She had come home late, taking a moment to dismiss her nanny, she said goodnight to her son, who she could hear snoring heavily from his room, through their open doors.

"' PosteriorlyBlessed6313 has LIKED your profile, LIKE back, or DISMISS', Oh jeez!" Olivia chuckled, "These names just keep getting better," she muttered to herself.

"Let's see, 'you enjoy long walks on New York's polluted beach, candlelight takeout because you work long odd hours, and your incessant coworkers tell you, you have a great ass. If any of these things work for me, tap that LIKE button, and maybe I'll get the chance to tap him.' Jesus Christ!"

She didn't think it was likely that their perp would be funny, or this forward.

Olivia continued to chuckle looking over his profile again, "He's funny, I'll give him that." She paused, her thumb hovering over the DISMISS button.

Olivia closed her eyes and pressed down on her phone screen.

Detective Stabler's Bedroom, Manhattan, Friday November 4th 2022, Night

Elliot was scrolling through his work emails when a notification came through on his phone.

He nearly dropped it when he saw that Legs4Days01139 had liked him too. He knew it was late, but clearly she was up if she had just liked his profile.

Following the directions Jamie showed him, Elliot started a message to Legs4Days01139.

E: Hi there, I was pleasantly surprised to see you liked me back. Your username caught my eye.

Elliot pressed send. There that was easy, his colleagues didn't know what they were talking about, he knew how to talk to women. Flirting after all these years was like riding a bike.

O: Your biography caught mine. You're funny.

Elliot smiled as her reply appeared on his screen. Funny was never the first characteristic used to describe him. It probably wasn't even in the top 10 from most people that knew him. He tended not to share that side of himself unless it was with those closest to him, or people he really trusted. Maybe there was something to this kind of app. Without the pressure of a physical relationship, this woman could get to know him by his personality first.

Elliot bit his lip as he struggled with what to say.

E: Ty, believe it or not that means a lot. It's not a trait most ppl would associate w/ me, especially in the beginning of a relationship.

O: And what traits would someone associate you with?

Elliot frowned, concerned with how honest he should be. "What the heck," he muttered.

E: Stubborn, angry, tenacious, bullheaded, hotheaded…

Elliot instantly regretted being so honest with the stranger. He could see she had read his message, but she didn't immediately respond. After a couple minutes her message appeared below his.

O: I use to know someone with those kind of traits too.

E: An ex-boyfriend kinda someone?

O: Um no actually he was a colleague, of mine for many yrs before he retired suddenly, and left the company.

Elliot gulped, it sounded just like his situation, and the way he had abandoned Olivia without any notice.

E: I've been in the same kinda sitch, and I just wanna say and I'm not makin' excuses, but it's a hard situation for every1 involved.

O: Maybe. But having been on both sides of the coin myself, I'd rather be the one running then the one who got deserted.

E: Both sides hurt me immensely.

Elliot took a deep breath. He hadn't expected the sudden turn the conversation had taken, once more thanking the app for its different approach.

O: Not that I don't love this painful trip down memory lane, but I have an early day tomorrow, I should be calling it a night. It was nice to 'meet' you. If we don't chat tomorrow then have a good weekend.

E: You too, sweet dreams.

Elliot didn't need to wonder when they would converse again because they did the very next day.

In fact 'talking' to Legs4Days01139 soon became the highlight of his day. They had somehow fallen into a weird schedule where they messaged each other for a few hours on, and off all evening. They normally started around 7 or 8pm, and went until one, or both of them called it a night.

It was the week of thanksgiving, and Elliot couldn't believe how much time had passed, and not only how much he had opened up to this woman, but how much he had learned about her as well.

He still didn't know what she did for a living, they had agreed to leave that out of their conversation. He chuckled to himself as he recalled learning the small things about one another too.

After agreeing NOT to exchange photos for the time being, she had asked him what colour eyes he had.

E: My eyes are blue, how about you?

O: Brown eyed girl.

Elliot smiled as he played the song of the same name, in the background on his phone.

He had also been working on his friendship with Olivia over the past couple weeks, and was pleasantly surprised when she asked him if he wanted to come over for a little thanksgiving dinner at hers, with just her and Noah.

Which is how he found himself holding a bottle of wine, and a soft nerf football in his hands, knocking on his ex-partner's door on November 24th.

"Who is it?" Noah asked through the door.

He was already 10 years old, and Elliot figured Olivia probably taught him from a very early age about never just opening their door when someone knocked, even if they buzzed them in.

"It's Elliot," he replied through the door. He was nervous, for multiple reasons. Legs4Days01139 had encouraged him, given him advice on how she would like to be pursued, if she was in Olivia's position. He had to admit her assessment of Olivia, and her feelings were spot on.

He had only ever met Noah one other time, when he ran into the pair of Benson's randomly on Mother's Day. Being in Olivia's presence, especially not related to work, had his blood pressure spiking, he wasn't suddenly, out of the blue, running into them on a busy New York street. This evening, this dinner was planned, and as excited as he was for it, it also gave him an excessive amount of time to worry, and wonder how the night would go. He had no doubt that Olivia had probably gone through every plausible scenario when her thoughts kept her from sleep at night too.

The door swung open, revealing the younger of the two Benson's.

"Happy Thanksgiving Mr Stabler!" Noah greeted him happily, holding out his hand to shake Elliot's. Only 10, Elliot reminded himself, but the Benson boy acted years beyond his actual age.

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too Noah, here this is for you! And please call me Elliot," it was obvious to him that Olivia had taught Noah to have manners, and to address his elders by their last name unless they told him otherwise.

"Wow thanks Elliot, come on in, Mom's in the kitchen," Noah informed him as he shut the door.

"Now that's a sentence that use to send the fear of God coursing through anybody's veins," Elliot joked.

"I heard that, it's not too late to uninvite you, you know," Olivia called from the kitchen.

"I'm already here, and I'm feeling adventurous so…" Elliot trailed off as he chuckled, winking at Noah who was giggling beside him, while tossing the squishy football between his hands.

"You can leave your coat, and stuff right there," Noah directed him still smiling.

"Thanks," Elliot replied taking off his winter jacket and snow boots. New York had gotten hit with a winter storm a week earlier, bringing with it not only cold temperatures, but over 2 feet of snow. It brought the city to a standstill, it seemed even criminals were taking a break.

Elliot glanced at his phone, noting the time was just past 8pm. He didn't have any new messages from his dating app friend, not knowing exactly what to call one another yet. They had described their physical appearance to one another, but aside from that they had kept their names, and occupations out of their conversations. It was nice for a change, getting to know somebody who didn't know he was a cop. She was just getting to know him, Elliot, not Detective Stabler, with the murdered wife, five kids, and an estranged ex-partner who he was slowly reconnecting with as well.

He didn't know what it was about Legs4Days01139, but the more they texted, and got to know one another, the more he felt they had a special connection.

She was funny, but quick as a whip too. She was smart, brilliant really. Like him she worked too many long hours, and although he didn't know what she did, she was passionate about it, just telling him she helped people who had been hurt. He considered she may be a nurse, or paramedic, but at his age, he honestly didn't care.

She had informed him that she wasn't sure how available she would be to text him tonight. She was having someone over for thanksgiving. He had a feeling she was maybe in the early stages of a relationship, with someone she use to know. She had briefly told him an ex of sorts had recently reappeared in her life. He encouraged her to be open to a chance of something more between them. She gave him advice too. He explained he was in a similar situation. She told him not to give up, that perhaps she just needed time, and to see that he wasn't going anywhere. She kept emphasizing that with some women, actions speak louder than words.

"Hey," Elliot looked up from his phone, he had been blindly following Noah into the living room, to find his ex-partner cooking multiple things in her kitchen, steaming pots, and dirty pans littered the area.

Elliot slipped his phone into the back pocket of his dark washed jeans.

"Hey, this is for you," he said as he handed her the bottle of wine he had picked up for them.

"Wow this is…1999?" Olivia questioned as she examined the vintage bottle of red wine that he had gifted her.

Elliot shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uhhh, that's the year my life changed, the year we-"

"Met," Olivia finished his sentence for him as she stared at him from the other side of her kitchen counter. Their eyes remained glued to one another, as a plethora of memories flashed in both their minds.

'Actions speak louder than words,' Elliot repeated in his head as he got caught in her warm brown eyes. Olivia too was lost in his bright blues, she opened her mouth to thank him.

"Wow, so you've known my Mom since the last century!" Noah declared as he came around the kitchen counter to stand beside his Mother.

The minute they heard Noah's voice their connection was broken. They both smiled widely, "You make us sound ancient," Olivia replied as she ran her fingers through her son's wavy brown hair.

He was growing taller every day, almost reaching her shoulder, he shrugged against her. Despite his age he had no problem with showing his affection for her in private, but she was a bit surprised that he was curled into her side. Then again, aside from Fin, and Carisi, Noah didn't spend a lot of time in the presence of any other male adults, or maybe like her, he was feeling a little nervous about their upcoming night too.

Elliot had to admit he had never met someone in his whole life who he believed was more destined to be a parent than she was. He felt an ache in his chest as he observed the two of them, he couldn't believe he had missed out on her becoming a mother. Growing swollen with a baby in her tummy, watching her go through the exhaustion of a new born, while simultaneously glowing, knowing she wouldn't trade it for anything else. Seeing herself in her child, as they grew older. He was sad to have missed her go through all the wonderful stages, and he couldn't help but wonder who the stupid bastard was that got the chance to be with Olivia Benson, only to have clearly squandered it.

Since being back he found no physical traces of the father, or any man in her life. Fin had told him to ask her himself. He had tried, perhaps the timing had been off, but her answers didn't get him anywhere either.

The boy looked like her, right down to his mop of curly brown hair. But his eyes, that were sparkling with mischief as they joked together in their kitchen, were as bright blue as his own.

Elliot tilted his head, if he didn't know any better Noah could easily pass for being their child. His eyes, her hair, his pale Irish skin.

"Is that true Elliot?" Noah's voice broke through his thoughts once again.

"Sorry, what?" Elliot asked, not having heard their conversation.

"You okay?" Olivia inquired, seeing the distant expression on her old partner's face.

"Yeah I'm good, I'm good," Elliot promised.

"My Mom said you taught her everything she knows, and my Mom's pretty smart, so that must mean you're super smart too," Noah reiterated.

Elliot chanced a glance at the woman stirring a pot of something on her stove, "Your Ma is giving me too much credit. In fact I think I learned more from her than anybody in my life."

"Nonsense," Olivia replied, dumping the contents of the large pot into a bowl.

"How about we agree we learned a lot from each other?" Elliot proposed.

"Deal," Olivia agreed, she wiped her hands on a towel. "Um I was already chilling some wine for dinner unless you wanted to have-"

"Oh no no, you can save that bottle for another occasion, or dessert, whenever you want. I'm sure whatever you have will go better with dinner anyways. Smells great by the way, anything I can help with?"

Olivia handed Noah a bowl which he took to the small table that was set up for them to eat at, in the main living area.

"Nope I think we're good, I'm just going to run to the bathroom before we sit down. Would you mind pouring our drinks? Bottle opener is in the top drawer next to the fridge."

"Isn't that where you use to keep your recipes?" Elliot snickered, "Sorry, I meant your takeout menus?"

"Keep it up chuckles!" Olivia laughed, "Just remember I have just as much dirt on you."

He held up his hands in surrender, "Wine, I'm on it," Elliot replied as he stepped into the kitchen while she was on her way out. They stutter stepped, trying to avoid one another, but instead walking into each other. They laughed awkwardly as they paused. Elliot grasped both her biceps, her red cashmere sweater felt soft under his calloused hands. He rotated them so that he was in the kitchen and she was in the hallway. They smiled as Elliot released her, and turned to assume his wine duties.

Noah smacked his forehead from where he stood in the living room, awkwardly watching them. "Adults," he muttered, shaking his head.

Elliot poured the wine as instructed, he was just about to carry their glasses into the living room when he heard his phone ping.

O: Hey there. Hope you're having a good evening, I'm just about to sit down for some hopefully good turkey, and all the fixings. Don't know how available I'll be to text later. Have a good night if you don't hear from me again.

E: What a coincidence I'm in the same boat as you. Took ur advice, trying to talk through my actions instead of my words. Thanks again for the advice and have a happy thanksgiving legs ;)

Elliot smiled as he sent his text, he had jokingly started to refer to her as legs. Which he thought was better than her nickname for him. Ass.

"What's put that smile on your face?" Olivia asked as she came back into the main room to find him standing in her kitchen, a wide grin adorning his face as he stared at his phone.

Elliot slipped the device back into his pants, and picked up their wine glasses.

"Oh um nothing, just wishing a friend a happy thanksgiving."

Olivia nodded but furrowed her eyebrows, what a coincidence that she had been doing the same thing?

"Wow," Elliot exclaimed, tossing his napkin onto his plate.

"Guess people really can change," he admitted, slumping down in his seat, and patting his stomach.

"What do you mean?" Noah questioned as he moved to clear the dirty dishes from the table.

"Tread carefully Detective," Olivia warned lowering her voice.

Elliot couldn't help the way his body reacted to her words, calling him Detective, and the tone of her voice.

He tried to laugh it off, "Just that your Mom wasn't exactly known for her cooking skills when I knew her back in the last century."

"Ow!" Elliot mumbled as she kicked him under the table.

"I never said I couldn't cook, I chose not to, there's a difference," Olivia explained, getting up to clear the table.

"No no, here, mini Benson and I got this, you did all the hard work let us clean up at least," Elliot moved quickly, taking the dirty dishes from her hands. Depositing them on the counter in the kitchen, Elliot unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling his long shirt up his forearms, exposing his strong muscles.

Olivia always had a soft spot for those hands, and forearms. Sure she knew her partner was strong, with bulging biceps, and thighs that could chose a bear. But she also knew those muscles would be capable of cradling her body, keeping her warm, and safe in his protective embrace.

The two boys made quick work of clearing the table, and loading the dishwasher.

They had just sat down to watch a movie when there was a knock at her door.

Noah popped up from where he was sitting between them on the couch, "That'll be Mrs. Tibbler!" he exclaimed happily.

"Noah you still need to ask who-"

"I know, I know Mom!" Noah called as he rushed to answer their door. Olivia smiled at her so n's excitement, she had warned him earlier that her elderly neighbour might stop by. Noah often played with her twin grandson's who were also his age.

"Who?" Elliot turned his head to ask Olivia.

"Oh she's my neighbour, her grandson's live with her part time, anyways whenever they're over they always want to play with Noah, I think she promised them a sleepover this weekend," Olivia explained as she too got up from her couch.

Noah came back into the room flanked by two twin boys, they all looked around the same age. "Mom would it be okay if I stayed-"

Olivia cut him off having already discussed the idea with Mrs. Tibbler, "Of course, go grab what you'll need for the night."

Noah was barely gone from the room for more than a couple minutes. Barely giving Olivia time to gift the boys with a homemade pumpkin pie. Making them promise to share it with their grandmother.

"Have fun my sweet boy!" Olivia leaned over, kissing his head as he gave her a hug.

"Thanks for dinner Mom, have a good night Elliot!" Noah called as he left with his two friends.

Olivia locked the door behind him, and sighed loudly as she returned to the living room.

"They grow up so quickly," Elliot easily read her thoughts as she plopped down on the couch, leaving a few feet between them.

Olivia rolled her head to the side to look at him, "I know. I'm sorry I didn't warn you, I had already invited you over when Mrs. Tibbler asked me if Noah was available for a sleepover."

Not wanting to dwell on the subject, she searched for another movie they could watch now that they didn't need to keep it PG.

"What are you in the mood for?" she muttered, as she concentrated on the screen in front of her.

Elliot licked his lips, this was his moment, this was his chance. Legs had told him, actions speak louder than words. Here they were, together, alone, after an exemplary home cooked thanksgiving dinner, it was the perfect setting. Just as he went to slide closer to her, the apartment was plunged into darkness.

"What the hell?" Olivia asked, not having seen him make a move.

Olivia carefully stood, and turned the light on from her phone. She walked towards the windows, "Wow it looks like the whole city is out!"

"Really?" Elliot asked as he stood beside her staring at the darkened city.

"It looks so different, not illuminated by all the lights, all the time," Olivia whispered, without all the background noise, she felt like they were screaming even though they were talking at a normal level.

"Just goes to show how something can look completely different, depending on your perspective…" Elliot trailed off.

He raised his hand, about to place it on her back, when they both jumped hearing her cell phone ring.

"It's-um Noah, it's Noah," she turned her phone around so he could indeed see it was her son calling, her son who had interrupted the tense moment they both were feeling.

"I should um-answer Noah," Olivia stuttered.

"Yeah, no for sure, it's your son, it's Noah," Elliot repeated, he cringed as he walked back to the couch, using his own phone to guide him. He knew they both sounded like idiots, teenagers on first dates were more eloquent then they were being.

"Hi sweetie, yes I'm fine, uhhh yes Elliot is still here, do you want me to come and get you? Oh hi Mrs. Tibbler."

Elliot could hear the older lady talking to Olivia.

"One great thing Greg had installed before he passed was this backup generator, if you get too cold you are more than welcome to take shelter here too dear, although I'm out of beds, and rooms, the boys are camping out on the living room couches…"

"Are you sure you don't want me to come get Noah?" Olivia offered.

"Of course not, I just wanted to tell you we'll all be fine, thank goodness none of us are traveling, it's really coming down out there dear, the weatherman said we should expect another…" Mrs. Tibbler continued rambling on.

"Alright well, my phone is fully charged in case you need to contact me for any reason tonight," Olivia informed the older lady.

"Oh and thank you for the pie, you're just the sweetest! You stay warm now!"

"It was no problem, thanks again Mrs. Tibbler," Olivia ended the call on her cell.

Elliot rubbed the back of his head, "So uhhh, do you want me to hang around, or should I get going? Do you need help with anything?"

Olivia walked back towards her windows. "Are you working tomorrow?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Ummm, no no I'm off this weekend," Elliot replied.

"Mrs. Tibbler was right, it's like a blizzard out there," Olivia nodded to the dark skyline, the moon was the only source of light illuminating the snow.

"That's gonna be a bitch to drive in, even with my snow tires," Elliot grumbled.

"It's late, why don't you-" Olivia started.

Elliot interrupted her, "Yeah you're right, it's not far but still, I should get going."

Elliot turned away from the window, but a firm hand on his bicep prevented him from moving any further.

"I was going to say, it's late, why don't you just crash here for the night," Olivia proposed.

Elliot gulped loudly, "You, you sure?"

Olivia nodded, "Couch is pretty comfortable."

"But I didn't bring any jammies," Elliot tried to lighten the mood.

Olivia stepped up to him in the dark, only the moonlight allowed them to see anything in her apartment.

"Maybe you won't need any."

Olivia didn't wait for a response, smirking while making her way into the kitchen. Elliot pointed his phone's flashlight in her direction, seeing her reappear, placing a brown box on her counter. "Candles, matches, flashlights, batteries, and glow sticks, anything anybody would need to produce light in a blackout."

"Glow sticks?" Elliot chuckled.

He watched her shrug before exiting her kitchen and disappearing into the darkness.

Next thing Elliot felt was a large hoodie hitting him in the face. He picked it up, it was black with SVU in yellow letters on the front.

"Not to sound like a dick, but I don't really fancy wearing some other guy's…well one of your ex's sweater," Elliot grimaced while holding the offending garment, like it had cooties.

Olivia folded her arms across her chest, her tone bordered on offended, "Well aren't you lucky then that I purchased that sweater, and the only person that's ever worn it is me."

"Why's it so big?" Elliot was trying to remove the foot he had inadvertently stuck in his mouth.

Olivia shrugged, "I like them big."

They both paused, Olivia was extremely happy that there were no lights on in her apartment, she could feel a blush working it's way up her neck, into her cheeks.

"That's what she said," Elliot let out a barking laugh, hoping to ease the tension he could feel in the air.

"Do what you can with the flashlight and stuff, I'm going to change into something more comfortable," Olivia chose to ignore his previous joke.

"And sorry, but I don't have any bottoms that would fit you," she called over her shoulder, disappearing into the dark once again. Elliot smirked, happy that she didn't seem to keep any ex's clothing around, or worse anything belonging to Noah's father. He briefly wondered if she still had any of his old things, but sighed sadly, realizing she had probably thrown out anything that reminded her of him as well.

Olivia struggled to find some comfy clothes to change into, using only her phone's flashlight to illuminate her room. She wasn't gone long, returning to the main living area in less than 10 minutes, she gasped as she saw what Elliot had created.

She forgot she even had a package of small circular silver candles, but Elliot had taken the opportunity to place over 50 of them around her apartment. It created a warm orange ambiance, allowing her to see things clearly.

Olivia gulped taking note of her ex-partner wearing her sweater. He had stripped down in her absence, her baggy zip up was tighter on him than it was on her, he had also removed his pants, standing by her useless electric fireplace in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.

"Too much?" Elliot asked, referring to the candles, he had tried to create a romantic atmosphere.

"No, no it's perfect," Olivia smirked unable to take her eyes off of the Detective.

"Uhhh, you're staring," Elliot crossed his hands over his underwear.

"You look good in my clothes," Olivia teased, knowing it was normally the other way around in most relationships. Guys got off on women wearing their clothes, Olivia finally got the appeal from the other perspective.

"Ha ha," Elliot grinned, immediately picking up on the joke.

"I know your fireplace is useless but I figured we could maybe camp out, out here like the boys are doing at your neighbours apartment?" Elliot explained.

"Ummm sure, sounds reasonable, we could put the cushions on the floor? Move the coffee table." Olivia suggested.

Working together they set up a cozy space to sleep for the night. Olivia had managed to fetch extra bedding and pillows, creating a nest of comfort.

"This should do you just fine right?" Olivia asked, standing back with her hands on her hips admiring their quick work.

"Me? I thought you were gonna camp out here with me?" Elliot pushed, wanting to spend more time in her presence.

Olivia gaped at him, "You were serious about that?"

"Well…yeah," Elliot mumbled, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Olivia guffawed, "Elliot I'm not 22 anymore, hell I'm not even 42 anymore!"

"Neither am I, come on we've put down every cushion and pillow you probably own, our backs will be fine," Elliot explained, while kneeling on their creation.

"Give me one good reason I should forfeit my bed to sleep on a bunch of pillows?" Olivia stood her ground.

"I don't know how good of a reason it is, but it sure is practical… The electricity is out, you've got no heater, you'll freeze your ass off in your room alone. Let's face it, we may have to share body heat just to survive this night," Elliot tried to maintain a stern serious expression.

Olivia smirked, "I'm surprised you could even say that with a straight face. One good reason Stabler, or I'm off to bed."

Elliot leaned back on his hands, staring into her eyes from feet away, "Because I asked you to Liv."

Olivia swallowed, recognizing the seriousness of his request. "Fine, but I reserve the right to retreat to my bedroom if you a) snore or b) hog all the blankets."

"I accept your counter offer," Elliot grinned widely.

Elliot suggested they play some cards, as they whined down for the night. He was just getting comfortable when he decided to text Legs, to see how she was managing in the blackout, while Olivia went into the kitchen, searching for something.

Olivia was returning to their little nest of cushions, blankets, and pillows, with two wine glasses, and the vintage 1999 bottle he had gifted her upon his arrival that night.

"Who are you talking to?" she asked, noticing the smile was back on his face.

"Hmmm?" Elliot replied distracted, turning his attention back to the woman kneeling in front of him, getting into a comfortable position too.

"On your phone? Every time you look at it, a grin is plastered on your face," Olivia explained.

"Ummm, promise not to laugh?" Elliot rubbed the back of his neck, under the hood of the SVU sweater he was wearing. He had considered confiding in Olivia anyway about the other woman he was forming a relationship with. He didn't feel right pursuing Olivia, while he was talking to the mystery woman. Especially since she knew the basics about Olivia.

"Oh boy, this is going to be good," Olivia grinned.

"Yeah, yeah," Elliot waved her off, "Anyways, a few weeks ago some colleagues of mine signed me up on this dating app. I've only 'LIKED' one woman, but we seem to be hitting it off, actually she's responsible for parts of tonight."

"Wow, really?" Olivia was flabbergasted, she had no idea the Detective was even trying to date again. Sure she heard about his 'fling' with Angelina, and something with one of the Albanians wife, but this was Elliot, as himself, proactively pursuing another woman. Perhaps even women. Olivia didn't like the weird sensation she suddenly felt in her gut, however she didn't have any kind of argument to fall back on as she too had been conversing with a man she met online.

"Yeah, she's given me some dating advice," Elliot left out the part that Legs gave him advice concerning Olivia.

"Huh, I don't know if this is some freaky coincidence, but we actually caught a case a few weeks ago, perp assaulting people he found on this dating app, but anyways Rollins signed me up for it as well. I matched with someone after he 'LIKED' me, he's actually the one who pushed me to invite you to dinner tonight," Olivia explained, stretching out on the pile of cushions, her feet poked Elliot in the shins.

"Damn Liv, your legs go on forever," Elliot mumbled, feeling something click in the back of his mind. He wasn't happy to hear Olivia was talking, and apparently taking the advice of a new man she met online too.

Adjusting slightly they laid parallel to one another, both propping their heads up on their hands, and bent elbows.

Olivia found herself tracing the contours of his face, trying to memorize it as it was now, even in the flickering candlelight.

"All the time we spent apart, I'd nearly forgotten just how blue your eyes are," Olivia whispered between them.

Elliot blinked a couple times, feeling a shift in the atmosphere, "Probably the only part of me that hasn't changed." He couldn't keep his eyes still, examining her in her loose long sleeved shirt, and thin yoga pants that clung to her legs like a second skin.

Olivia suddenly had a nagging feeling, as she tried to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from, "Do you mind?" she asked, indicating the bottle of wine she set in between them.

"'Course,'" Elliot took a moment before safely popping the bottle. He poured them both a glass.

"I'm sorry I don't have any bottoms that would fit you, but your butt alone wouldn't fit in any of my pants, or shorts," Olivia joked.

"Ahhh, so you've been checking out my ass? Gotta admit we're both pretty blessed in the ass department," Elliot smiled as he concentrated on not spilling any of the 25 year old amber liquid.

"Cheers to being posteriorly blessed?" Olivia smiled like the Cheshire Cat, as everything suddenly fell into place.

Elliot looked up from his glass of wine, and equaled her with a dimpled grin of his own, "No, to Legs4Days, and her swell advice, that actions, hah-that actions speak louder than-"

Elliot's toast was cut off by the feel of her lips on his own. She stunned him into silence. His entire body had stopped working, until he felt the tip of her tongue graze his bottom lip.

Elliot blindly placed his glass down on the coffee table above their heads, while simultaneously keeping their lips together. Once his hands were free he wrapped one around her body, pulling her closer.

Olivia grasped the back of his neck with both hands. He didn't know when, or where she had put her wine glass, and as long as they weren't going to roll over, or step on it, he didn't care either, loving the way her fingers scratched at the nape of his neck.

It had taken them nearly 25 years, and one blackout, for them to finally throw caution to the wind. He hadn't made out with a woman, the way they were, ever in his life. Their kisses were slow, purposeful. Of the hundreds, possibly thousands of times he had fantasized about this exact moment, they were always frenzied, in a hurry to get to the main event.

What they were doing was steady, and passionate. Their hands were staying in the same place, not wandering, stripping, grabbing at flesh as he had imagined they would have.

Their tongues took turns exploring the others mouth, before coming together, caressing one another. Olivia released small moans, which Elliot happily caught in his own mouth. He was never a vocal lover, quite the opposite in fact, but he was already struggling to stay quiet, cutting off every groan that bubbled up his throat, originating from his chest. His chest that was rapidly beating, rapidly beating for her.

He sucked on her plump bottom lip, slowly pulling back, and releasing it. Staring at her for a moment he was floored by the sight of her wet swollen lips. Lips that were glistening because of him, lips that were curling up into a smile, baring a glimpse of white teeth, a smile that was because of him too.

He moved his hand until it rested just above her ass, and pulled her lower body until it was snug against his. He wasn't embarrassed that she would be able to feel the effect she had on him, just from kissing. On the contrary, he wanted her to know, that just a kiss from her, could have him up, and ready to go.

Elliot lowered his mouth down her neck, leaning lightly, until she rolled onto her back. He sucked on the pulsing vein in her neck, knowing he would probably get shit for it, if she didn't notice it herself, before going in to work on Monday.

"PosteriorlyBlessed? I mean really El?" Olivia huffed, as he made his way down her body, igniting a path of goosebumps along the way.

She could feel him smile against her collarbone.

"Squad came up with it, not me," he explained sucking on the top of her left mound.

"You're one to talk, Legs4Days," Elliot hummed, while pulling her loose, long sleeved shirt to the side. He miscalculated just how stretchy her shirt was, as her bare breast popped out from underneath her sleep shirt.

"Shit!" Elliot exclaimed, having accidentally taken their physical encounter further than they should have gone without him verifying that this is what she wanted.

Not sure what to do, Elliot reached up with the intent of pushing her breast back into her thin shirt. They both groaned when he cupped the naked flesh.

"Jesus Christ!" Elliot let out on a breathy exhale, her skin left a burning impression on his hand.

"Fuck, fuck," Olivia hummed, bending her arm behind his head, she pulled Elliot into her ample bosom, sighing loudly when instead of his mouth wrapping around her aroused nipple, she was hearing him talk.

"Liv-I shit is this, I didn't mean to take things, I didn't come here expecting this, and we've been drinking, I've wanted this, you, us, for so long, but I didn't mean to advance things without checking-" Elliot stuttered.

"Oooooof!" Elliot exclaimed, suddenly finding himself on his back. His high school wrestling coach would have been horrified how easily somebody had flipped him, and a woman no less.

The next thing he felt was Olivia's knees digging into his sides, as she perched herself atop his body, her legs straddling his waist.

Elliot couldn't keep his mouth shut, "Seriously Liv, I just want you to know, I didn't mean to take that next step, not without us talking-"

"Enough! We have waited 25 years, I think the time has come for us to stop talking!" Olivia whisper shouted, and slapped his hands away, hands that were trying to fix her clothes, she grabbed the bottom of her thin top and with her arms crossed, she yanked it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her.

"I can think of many other things you could be doing with that mouth Detective, things I'm pretty sure we'd both enjoy more than the sound of your voice," Olivia explained, leaning slightly over his body, planting her hands on either side of his head.

"Whatever you say Olivia, yes, I completely agree," Elliot nodded, while staring at her chest. Just like the rest of her exposed body, the candles surrounding them, had cast them both in a warm orange glow. Her breasts swayed slightly as she leaned above him. He was memorized. He felt like a teenager reading his Dad's playboy for the first time.

Elliot always knew she was beautiful, inside and out. And although he was thankful to discover her inner beauty first, he was grateful to get the chance to explore her outer beauty now. Her breasts were large, a fact he tried very hard not to notice for the first thirteen years of their relationship. He spent the next twelve years trying to forget them. Her surprisingly perky mounds were capped off with a pair of light brownish hard buds. He couldn't wait to get them in his mouth, as he unconsciously licked his lips.

Olivia smiled widely, as Elliot seemed to be under a trance. Wanting to equal the playing field she lowered her body, and after kissing his cheeks, she moved her head, grasping the zipper on her sweater with her teeth. She slowly pulled it down, hearing the tracks separating in her otherwise quiet apartment. The only other sound she could hear was her partner's laboured breathing.

Olivia scooted down his body until her sweater fell open, revealing his chiseled abs.

She smoothed her hands up his torso, parting the sides of her SVU sweater. Olivia licked her lips, and fulfilling a fantasy of her own she kissed his pecks, swirling her tongue around his raised pinkish nipple.

Elliot had never thought of men having sensitive nipples like most women did, but Olivia had quickly proven him wrong, once again.

"Ah ahhhhhh," Elliot grunted, entangling his fingers in her long brown locks, he tugged lightly, and tipped his head back, succumbing to the sensations his ex-partner was creating inside him.

"Jesus Liv, are you trying to kill me?" Elliot huffed. Realizing that he had two working hands too, and a unquenchable thirst to feel her skin beneath his fingers, he raised them from their idle position.

He felt Olivia smile against his firm peck, as he withered, and moaned beneath her. The moment his hands touched the warm skin above her yoga pants, Elliot knew he wanted to memorize every inch of her body.

"I! Fuck Oh-livvvvvvv!" Elliot stuttered when her mouth trailed lower, down his abdomen, and he felt her tongue trace his first set of abs.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Elliot mumbled. Not only was her tongue tracing the indentations on his torso, but the way she was leaning over him, he felt the hard pointed tips on her breasts, scrape along his navel muscles.

"I've had this dream before," Elliot confessed, as his hips started bucking against his will.

"Really?" he heard Olivia's muttered response, as her tongue continued to tease his quivering abdominal muscles.

"Mmhm, but our positions were reversed," Elliot hummed. "And there was whipped cream involved…" Elliot sighed heavily, taking a chance he looked down his body to see the glorious Captain rest her chin just above the lip of his boxer briefs.

Olivia opened her mouth, and leaned forward, making her intent clear, she was going to use her tongue to trace the 'V', indentations that he worked so hard in the gym to get.

Elliot whimpered, "Please Liv, please-don't I, hmmmph." He was beyond the point of caring, or making sense. He was a big, bulky, stubborn, bull headed, strong guy, and this woman had brought him to his knees. She single handedly turned him into a withering, blithering mess. He wasn't even naked, she hadn't touched him below his waist, and she had already reduced him to a begging mess.

"I I I ohhhh," he grunted as she slowly slipped her tongue out of her mouth, and swirled it in circles on the skin just below his bellybutton. Making it even worse was the way she stared at him, her warm brown eyes were a shade darker than normal, sparkling with emotions he knew were reflected in his eyes too.

"Fuck," Elliot exclaimed while he slammed his eyes shut. He bucked his hips, unable to keep still any longer.

"If you don't stop this torture I'm gonna come," Elliot threatened.

"Torture?" Olivia asked as she sucked on his hip bone, lightly biting the skin in her mouth. She didn't know if he had realized it, but she had left marks all over his body. She felt an unknown pleasure at seeing her handiwork all over him. "I was under the impression you've been enjoying yourself, but if I'm just torturing you, then I can definitely stop," Olivia hummed as she nipped his other hip bone while wracking her nails from the top of his chest, over his hard nipples, down the rest of his torso.

Olivia sat up, and admired his body, every inch of him was quivering. The candles cast a warm orange glow over both of them. Elliot gasped when he opened his eyes, "Come up here," he demanded. His eyes zoned in on her nude chest again, as her breasts swayed with her movements. She walked herself back up his body on her hands, and knees, making sure her body never came into contact with his.

She came to a stop as she hovered above him, and Elliot snaked his hands back into her hair. Bunching it up over her shoulder with one hand, he used his other to cup her cheek. Using his thumb he smoothed it's over her bottom lip, gasping when she took it into her mouth. She used her teeth to suck softly on the digit, causing Elliot to squeeze his eyes shut. He tugged on her head, miscalculating his strength, her mouth crashed into his, his freed thumb rested on her cheek bone, as her body collided with his partially covered one.

"Mmmm," she moaned as Elliot opened her mouth with his, resuming their previous kiss.

Olivia squeezed his ribs between her spread legs, and together they groaned when her breasts rubbed against his pecks. The fine hair on his chest was causing a tingling sensation along her distended nipples.

Olivia trailed her mouth over his chiseled jaw, feeling his muscle flex just like the rest of his coiled body. Every place they connected, skin on skin, she could feel the tension building up in him. She gulped, thinking about the power she could unleash in him, how he could use all his strong, bulging muscles, to work her body. In most men the thought of being overpowered would scare her, and was a reason she had always maintained control in bed, preferring to be on top at the very least. But with Elliot, possibly being the strongest man she had ever been intimate with, she knew she didn't need to worry. It actually added a new element to her sex life, she felt a tremor in her lower body at the thought of Elliot taking control, being the lover she knew he must be capable of being deep down.

As much as she liked reducing him to a squirming, begging mess, and it gave her a much needed boost to her ego, she just hoped and prayed he had that other side to him too. She slid her lips down his neck, she could feel the tension in his muscles just waiting to be released, and wondered how she could make it happen.

By ending their kiss she had inadvertently freed his mouth, which he promptly used to start talking again.

She huffed against his collarbone, the man spoke more when they were being intimate, than he did for 12 plus years as her partner on the job.

"Ca-can't believe this is finally happening," Elliot smoothed his hands from her yoga pants, up her strong back.

"Mmhm," Olivia replied, snaking her hands down to his boxer briefs.

"Waited-Jesus waited so long for this, for you, for me, for us," he continued to rattle on.

"You-shit Liv, you're so God damn beautiful, can't believe it's taken us 25 years to get to this point-"

Olivia didn't know where her feelings suddenly came from, "Yes and who's fault is that?" she snapped, sitting up on his hips.

"Wait-what?" Elliot asked, confused by the sudden loss of her warm body against his, as he too sat up.

Olivia shook her head, and pushed against his strong chest. She grabbed her SVU sweater that she had stripped him of minutes earlier.

"What am I doing?" Elliot heard her whisper.

"Ummm, I thought that was pretty obvious?" he replied even though she didn't actually ask him the question.

"I'm going back to my room," Olivia stated, turning to walk away.

"No!" Elliot exclaimed, jumping up from their nest. "Don't go, don't run away from this!"

"Hah, that's rich coming from you Stabler," Olivia chuckled.

Elliot crossed his arms over his broad chest, "I'm not the only one who ever ran from these feelings Olivia."

"Excuse me?" Olivia felt scandalized.

"Twice actually."

"Oh I'm sorry," Olivia placed her hand on her chest, "I didn't realize this was a game, and we were keeping score."

"That's your fucking problem, right there," Elliot pointed around her. "This is a joke to you isn't it, even here tonight, minutes ago. This was gonna be a one night stand for you wasn't it? And when we woke up tomorrow you were going to tell me how the mood was right, and that it was something we both needed to get out of our systems. Closure. Am I right?"

Elliot knew he was right, as he watched the emotions play across her face, as he made his correct accusations.

"Fuck you Elliot," Olivia mumbled, "You think you're so smart, that you know everything. Well. Fuck. You!"

"I'll bet you can't even give me one reason why I should trust you after all the shit you've pulled on me in the last two decades!" Olivia threw the ball back in his court.

"Me? Me? It's always me isn't it partner? What about you, you ditched me twice!"

"And even when I did, I was still the one to get hurt!" Olivia's face was beat red, no longer from the glow of the candles.

"How the fuck did I hurt you, when you bailed on me?" Elliot couldn't even fathom her logic behind that statement.

"Hah, haaaa," the fine hairs on his arms stood up as she laughed, it sounded particularly evil, sarcastic at best.

"The girl from immigration, Dani Beck, shall I go on-"

"Are you serious?" Elliot inquired, disturbed that she would be pulling those names out twenty years later.

"Sure didn't take you long to move on in my absence partner…" Olivia trailed off.

"Wow, I see how it is, hah, you know since being back, all I've heard from the people closest to you, is how bad I fucked up, that it took you forever to move on, those people must have been fooled just like me, by you too," Elliot sighed loudly, still standing beside their makeshift bed.

Olivia quirked an eyebrow, "What's that suppose to mean?" She noticed Elliot had been staring at one of her pictures on her wall.

"Say Liv, how old is Noah?"

Olivia felt the blood drain from her face, "I'd be very careful if I were you, about what words you say next."

Elliot looked away from the picture of her and Noah as a toddler, "Guess it didn't take you that long to get over me after all?"

Olivia walked towards him, he thought she looked like a panther, dressed all in black, stalking her prey.

"The only reason I haven't thrown you out of my home, is because I don't want you to die trying to drive home in this blizzard, that wouldn't be fair to your children," Elliot had only heard her use that tone of voice with perps, or other disrespectful colleagues.

"But mark my words Stabler, whatever you think, or hoped was going to happen between us? It's done, it's over. Do you understand me Detective?" Olivia raised an eyebrow as she stood less than a foot away.

"Over? Hah, you think this is over? Ten years across an ocean couldn't end this! Over? It was never over! It'll never be over!" Elliot raised his voice as he grabbed her under her thighs, hoisting her body up, feeling her long legs wrap around his hips.

Non too gently, he slammed them against the nearest wall, causing Olivia to gasp. He took advantage of her open mouth, sealing his lips over hers, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, caressing hers with his.

"Owww," Elliot exclaimed as he pulled his head back. She had bitten his lip.

"Why do you keep fighting me? Fighting this?" Elliot asked in a hoarse voice.

Olivia tilted her head to the side as he tried to kiss her again. His lips landed on the corner of her jaw, which he hummed against before moving down her neck.

"Because I don't trust you!" Olivia confessed.

"Good, because I don't trust you either!" Elliot replied.

"Wh-why?" Olivia turned her head again, looking down to see Elliot sucking on her collarbone, just as she had marked him earlier.

Elliot tipped his head up to look into her eyes.

"Do you honestly believe you're the only one in this relationship who bares scars caused by the other?" Elliot whispered between them.

"I carry you everywhere I go, and not just a piece of your heart, that I think you subconsciously gave to me years ago. I carry the scars you left on my soul. When you left for computer crimes after I told you, you were one of the only things keeping me tethered to this Earth… you broke me Olivia. And just when you started to weld my spirit back together, boom, you destroyed me, and took a piece of me with you. A piece of me you never gave back," Olivia stared at him, watching his blue orbs become moist, a couple tears slipping down his face, as he was unable to hold them back.

"Why was it easier to talk to you when you were a stranger on a dating app?" Olivia sighed loudly.

"Because Legs4Days, we had nothing to lose. Elliot, and Olivia have already permanently scarred one another. We can never go back, and fix the damage we caused. As strangers we got to start from the beginning, no hurt, no tears, no yelling, a fresh clean slate," Elliot explained. "Maybe that's what we need."

"There are no do overs in life Elliot," Olivia stated, watching as a vein pulsed on her partner's head, the more worked up he got. She was supremely impressed that he could hold her up against the wall for as long as he had.

"I know that, I just-"

"We can't live in a bubble, in a fairytale world," Olivia continued.

Elliot furrowed his brows, "I never said we could I just wished-"

Olivia cut him off again, "We don't always get what we wish for."

They were both getting heated again.

Elliot let out a grunt as he pulled them off the wall they had been leaning on, taking a few blind steps he lowered them to the cushion covered floor.

Pining Olivia to the pillows with his body, he felt her hands wrap around the back of his head, and neck. She pulled him into her until their lips connected.

They both angled their heads, immediately deepening their kiss. Elliot grabbed both her hands from his head and intertwined their fingers. He kept their hands connected as he held hers, moving them beside her head.

Elliot broke the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip, he tugged on it lightly before releasing it. They were both panting.

Elliot ducked his head, and using a flexibility he didn't know he had, he grasped the zipper of her hoodie in his mouth, just as she had done earlier, and pulled it down, revealing a tan strip of skin. He pulled the zipper lower, and lower. First revealing the inner round curve of her breasts, breasts that were jiggling as she tried to catch her breath. His nose grazed the soft sensitive skin on her sternum, as his mouth tugged on the zipper.

Elliot felt Olivia shiver the lower he got, before coming to the end of the track.

Olivia sat up, and allowed Elliot to push the baggy sweater from her body.

Elliot pushed her back down, hearing a gasp escape her swollen plump lips, as he took control. She had unleashed something from within the deepest part of his soul. He scooped her hands up and pined them above her head. Elliot knew he wouldn't be comfortable, being this aggressive with any other woman.

Holding her hands in one of his, he leaned over, and swirled his tongue around one of her hard buds, before sucking it into his mouth. He could feel goosebumps erupt on her areola with his lips. Using his free hand, he circled her neglected nipple with his index finger, then used his thumb to run the pad on it, up and down the distended tip.

Elliot released her hands, and they immediately moved, slapping down hard against his upper back, she pulled them back towards her, her nails digging into his flesh.

They both moaned for different reasons.

His hand and mouth were creating a sensation on her chest that was making her lose control.

"Again!" he demanded, wanting to feel her emotions, and the marks she could leave on his body.

They both cried out as Elliot flicked her swollen bud with his tongue, at the same time she scratched his broad back again.

Olivia had her eyes previously closed, but opened them to look over his head, and shoulder. The sight of her tanned hands against his pale skin, and the scratches she had inflicted, all over his back and shoulders, had her core flooding with moisture.

Using her feet and toes, she semi successfully tugged his briefs down past his butt. Elliot switched breasts, making sure to blow on the tip of her large mound, enjoying the way she was now quivering under him. He loved seeing her breast, not just her distended nipple, shining with the saliva from his mouth.

Feeling what she was trying to do Elliot took a moment to divest him of not only his underwear, but the skin tight yoga pants that coated her lower extremities. He could feel her moisture through the thin material, a slick patch covered his skin below his bellybutton.

"Finally," he mumbled, kneeling between her spread legs. He couldn't help but to take a moment to stare. They had been frenzied as he took control of the situation.

Elliot ran his hands over the smooth skin on her spread legs, groaning as he noticed how she kept herself groomed.

Olivia sighed, happy that he had slowed down for a moment, allowing them both to admire the other, and catch their breaths. She nudged his derrière with her foot, giggling lightly as he quirked an eyebrow.

"She was right you know," Olivia spoke up.

Elliot leaned over her, on one elbow. He looked down between them, lining his erection up with her entrance. He glanced at her face, seeing her nod. "'Bout what?" he whispered between them, swiping the head of his cock, through her swollen folds.

"Actions do speak louder than words," Olivia moaned as he rubbed himself against her clit.

Elliot couldn't keep the smirk off his face, but gasped suddenly when Olivia shifted, widening her legs even more, causing him to rest against her liquid coated entrance.

Olivia nudged him with her feet, her heels digging into his ass. He slipped inside a couple inches, freezing, they both took a moment to breathe.

Part of his shaft was encased in her warmth, her wet walls moulding around his hard on.

Elliot let go, lowering his arm until his whole body covered hers. He felt like he might have squished her, and tried to pull back, but he felt her arms and legs squeeze him tighter. She was wrapped around every inch of him, as he sunk in even deeper, until their hipbones connected. They were both going to be sore, and have their fair share of marks littering their body's.

"Liv," Elliot breathed, feeling her stiff buds scrape against his firm pecks. As he pulled his hips back, to snap them forward, a creak in his knee, and a crack in her back as she arched it, reminded him that they were no longer twenty as she had said earlier, and they probably would be sore tomorrow.

Olivia could only nod, no longer able to concentrate enough to speak, and make love at the same time.

Because that's what they were doing.

They had started out being sweet, and tender, and after a few choice words they had progressed to fucking, and now they had somehow transitioned to making love.

Leave it to them, they sure didn't let anything be simple.

"I I I, ohhh, harder El!" Olivia exclaimed. "Just let go," she ordered.

Taking her words to heart, he allowed himself to pick up his pace, he ran one hand that had been massaging her breast, to drop to her leg, he hooked his elbow underneath her knee and raised it, bringing her calf to rest over his shoulder and back.

"Jesus Christ!" Elliot couldn't believe how flexible she was, the raised leg making her feel even tighter than she was before.

"Christ, fuck me, fuck me Detective!" Olivia chanted as her tunnel narrowed, contracting around his hard dick.

"Liv, Liv, Liv-via!" Elliot repeated over and over, he felt himself let go, jerking inside her, his ass and hips flexed as he drove into her, pursuing both their climaxes.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssss," Olivia seethed, she felt his warmth spread through her lower belly, as a series of pleasurable shocks wracked over her from her head, to her curled toes.

They clung to one another as they came down from their highs. Elliot panted as she wrapped her arm around his upper back. He released the leg he had positioned over his shoulder, hearing her groan, he knew he owed her a massage.

"Holy shit," she mumbled in his ear. Her voice was hoarse from their earlier yelling, and the amazing orgasm he had just gifted her.

Elliot could only nod as he tried to push his body off of hers, figuring her struggle to breathe was because of him.

She clung to his sweaty body, "Stay."

He didn't have the energy to fight her, or the will, he was exactly where he had wanted to be for years.

Olivia sighed happily as Elliot used her chest as a pillow. Looking around she pulled an afghan over their bodies. When Elliot raised his head, and gave her a questioning look, she let out a short giggle, "You did say we'd have to share body heat, correct?"

Elliot gave her a full dimpled grin, and nodded before lowering his head back down, onto her ample bosom.

Olivia was stroking his head just above his ear, the rhythm lulling him into a peaceful state.

"I love you," he whispered, glancing up, he placed his chin on her sternum.

"I fucking love you," he repeated, as if he was scared of saying it too loudly, or somebody overhearing. He kissed the skin over her heart, hoping to lock those words in it forever.

Olivia closed her eyes, "I think Legs4Days has strong feelings for PosteriorlyBlessed."

"She does hmmm, and what about Olivia how does she feel?" Elliot wrapped his arms under her back.

Olivia could feel the exhaustion overtaking her body.

"Pretty sure she's in love with Elliot Stabler…"

"Think I can live with that," Elliot noticed how sleepy she was getting.

"You gonna kick me out early so Noah doesn't catch us?"

"He knew you were staying over, plus Mrs. Tibbler always makes brunch whenever she has the boys. Noah comes back with homemade Belgium waffles," Olivia explained, her voice getter softer, the deeper she relaxed.

A bright winter sun beaming her in the face is what technically woke her up, but she instantly smelled the scent of coffee in the air.

Olivia sat up, clutching the afghan to her chest, as Elliot came back into view, carrying two steaming cups of coffee.

Olivia burst into laughter as he sat them down on her coffee table. He got back down on his knees and smiling widely, he gave her a short kiss, "Good morning, hope you don't mind I took a quick shower."

Olivia chuckled, smoothing a hand up and down his torso, "I did say you looked good in my clothes."

Elliot was wearing her pale pink bathrobe that Noah had gifted her one Mother's Day.

He shrugged, "Couldn't find anything else, and it was too chilly to just wear my underwear."

"Thank you for last night," Elliot kissed her again as he tried to lift the afghan so he could snuggle with her.

"Are you thanking me for sex?" Olivia lifted the blanket, happy to feel his body against hers.

"No, although I believe you deserve more than thanks for that, hell there should have been applause," he confessed. "Thank you for not giving up, giving me the kick in the pants that I needed, and giving me a second chance."

"Thank you for not letting me run when things got, too intense," Olivia curled her body into his, one thigh dipping in between his.

"I know we still have a lot to talk about, but I think we have a lot to be thankful for too," he mumbled, smoothing his hands up and down her naked back.

Olivia glanced up at him, "Pun intended? I never thought we'd actually get to this point. And it sure didn't come easily. But I'm thankful for us too."

A/N: Sorry this is so long. And I was hoping to post it for the American thanksgiving weekend but my hospital unit has been put on a covid, and influenza outbreak. As well I've been diagnosed with a wicked kidney infection. Please be patient as I work to update my other stories, this infection is kicking my ass.

And I hope any Americans reading this had a good thanksgiving weekend.