A/N: Different timeline, but it's explained. Just roll with it and enjoy.
Two-shot.
Maybe three.
And review. Please.
I need positive reinforcement or I die.
"Faster…. Faster Elliot fuck they're gonna be home soon," she directed, crying out when he did speed up.
Her back arched and hips jutted backward, jumping a little when he gave her ass a hard smack.
"Stop being so fucking bossy," he growled, pushing her upper body down and making a high pitched scream fall from her lips.
He felt her begin to flutter around him, and raised her leg up to the counter she was bent over, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her with a little more force.
Knuckles white against the edge of the counter, she clenched hard around him, cumming and letting her signature groan/scream/whimper that she'd made sure to tell him only he could get out of her.
"Shit Liv," he mumbled, thrusting his hips another two, three times, before spilling into her with two short strokes.
"Fuck," she cursed, collapsing forward, completely satiated and content. "Incredible."
"You're welcome," he said, breathing heavy and giving her ass one more hard slap.
"I hate you," she groaned, standing up and pulling her slacks back into place while he tucked himself away.
"Yet you keep inviting me."
"And yet you keep coming back for more."
"And you never say no," he winked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush to him.
"And you still won't sign those papers," he added as he pulled her in for a kiss.
"Shut up," she mumbled, but kissed him back anyways.
They pulled apart quickly when they heard the lock on the door click, and casually started two separate projects on opposite sides of the kitchen.
"Hey dad!" Noah smiled, walking in first, followed by his little brothers, Jack and Max.
"Hi daddy!!" Max, their youngest, grinned, running to him.
"Hi my man," he smiled, lifting their 7 year old in the air and spinning him around.
"Hello father," Jack said in his normal, hilariously dry manner that mirrored his namesake's (John Munch) and walked over to high five him.
El pulled him in for a hug and a kiss, and then did the same with Noah.
"Go get changed, we're leaving in 20 minutes to get Eli okay?"
They all nodded and sprinted off to their rooms to change for their bi-weekly dad/son outing. That night was a Knicks game, and Max was absolutely thrilled as it was his first one.
Noah, now 17, shut the door to the room he shared with his 14 year old brother and rolled his eyes.
"Already texting," Jack said, furiously messaging the crew in their sibling group chat.
J: He's here again! They totally are doing it!!!
K: I hate them! Why won't they just get back together.
D: Yeah it's been like 5 years. It's getting old.
M: Liv says they "can't live together" cause they're "too busy" and "can't make a relationship work right now."
E: All they do is make their relationship work… if ya know what I mean.
L: Yes idiot we all know what you mean.
D: Lolol
N: Max finally asked me about it today
M: Noooo
N: Yep
J: Confirmed.
K: This is getting absurd. We have to do something.
D: Agreed. Sibling meeting at my place after the game.
L: Ask your wife
D: She said yes
D: Liz don't text my wife I asked her I swear!!
L: Just making sure!
D: She hacks my phone randomly- we're good, trust me!
D: It's true. -JS
L: Lolol
J: Max has to come
M: Duh
N: Duh.
E: Duh he'll be asleep on the way home anyways
D: I'll text dad. Pack some stuff.
El was picking off a small plate Liv was making for herself when his phone buzzed.
She playfully smacked his hand, winking at him, and he stole her glasses off her head before pulling out his phone to read the message. He frowned.
"What?" Liv asked.
"Max, get some PJs and clothes for tomorrow we're having a sleepover at Dickie's tonight," came Jack's voice from his and Noah's room.
"Wait I wanna hang with daddy," he said, pulling the door open with a frown.
"I have early meetings Monday, you can keep them Sunday night," Liv whispered to Elliot, nudging him when he took another carrot from her plate.
"Thank you," he whispered back before walking towards him. "You're gonna be asleep buddy! And sad when you wake up not with everyone. You can stay with me Sunday okay?"
"Oh okay!" He nodded excitedly, running back to his room.
Turning back to Liv, he smiled small and took a step towards her. "So what are you doing tonight?" He said lowly.
"Having an evening to myself," she said in a tone that wasn't meant to be trifled with.
"Okay so you have an evening to yourself and I'll come over for a night to ourselves after I drop our boys off," he said casually, popping a grape from her plate in his mouth.
"You infuriate me," she said, trying to hide her smile.
"Didn't say no," he said, reaching for another piece of food from her assortment, only to have her slap his hand away again.
He laughed and grabbed it anyways, turning when the boys came out. "Reaaaady," Max said, handing his backpack to Noah.
"Alright let's roll," El said smiling.
"Hugs," she said, holding her arms out to them. "I'll see you guys for dinner tomorrow okay?"
They nodded and said their love you's, heading out in front of El.
"See ya later Liv," he said, winking at her when the boys weren't looking.
She rolled her eyes, knowing his double entendre wasn't lost or either of their two older boys. "Bye El."
Noah and Jack gave each other and look and shook their heads.
The boys had a blast at the game, and shuffled into Dickie's around 10pm with Eli carrying a sleeping Max. He brought him right into the spare bedroom and tucked him in before joining his brothers and sisters in the living room.
"Alright. What's the game plan?" Eli asked, sitting next to Jack.
"We gotta get them back together," Dickie said, frustrated.
"Well duh," his wife said coming down from putting their daughter to bed.
"Oh Jet, I love you," Liz said with a happy sigh as she sat beside her.
"I have an idea," Noah said, looking to their resident tech wiz.
"No," she said blankly.
"Please!" Noah cried, holding up his phone with the tracking app. "He's literally going back home to Mom's!"
"It's illegal," she said.
"When have you ever cared about the legality of fucking with dad??" Eli asked and Katie nodded quickly in agreement.
"I mean literally!" Dickie said.
"Yeah Jet come on," even Mo said.
Jet's eyes rolled almost to the back of her head and she sighed, snatching her lap top from the table.
He grinned and kissed her cheek several times, making her smile just a little tiny bit.
"He just parked, his car stopped moving," Noah announced as Jet hooked up her laptop to the TV, pulling up El's text stream with Liv on one side and tapping into his microphone on the other.
They listened to the muffled knock on her door, and then watched a text pop up from Liv.
L: I'm comfy. Use your key.
L: Did you bring wine?
The sound of the lock the turning came next, followed by the shuffle of him taking off his coat and shoes, and then his phone thumping on the coffee table.
"Trying to respect your boundaries," they heard him say and knew their mom was rolling her eyes. "And yes I brought wine."
"C'mere you dumbass," she said, a hint of smile in her voice as they heard him plop on the couch and her adjust into his arms.
The younger boys all threw their hands up in annoyance as they continued to listen into their conversation.
"You guys have fun?" Liv asked.
"Always," El laughed. "Max had a blast!"
His phone was picked up then, and they watched him pull up his photos, swiping through the ones he'd taken at the game of all of the boys grinning and smiling.
"They're so cute," Liv whined playfully.
"We make cute kids!"
She laughed. "We really do."
His phone swiped to his camera and they watched live as their mom rolled her eyes.
Pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, he snapped a few photos, and the kids melted as she sunk into his chest and kisses.
The screen went black again and they readjusted into their position on the couch.
"He's missing you a lot lately," she said softly after a moment. "Max," she clarified.
There was a long silence before he spoke again next.
"Liv maybe it's time I come home?" He said softly after a few minutes.
"Elliot… I just wanna enjoy our night and watch a movie… please? We haven't had fully alone time in a while."
"No mom, talk!" Jack groaned.
"Okay…." he sighed softly.
"Babe turn on the camera," Dickie said, putting an arm around her.
She glared at him and groaned, tapping into the camera on the boy's Xbox.
The pair were snuggled up on the couch, Liv half on top of him and his arms snuggly around her, gently playing with her hair.
Eli and Noah both frowned a little and Jet shut the video off. "Guys that's not a good idea," she began, stopping when they heard El's voice again.
"Olivia I wanna be with you."
She sighed. "Dammit Elliot," she said, sitting up.
"What happened to us," he asked, shaking his head and reaching for her hand.
Snatching it away, Liv shook her head and laughed out loud. "What happened to us? You happened to us, Elliot."
"I'm not 100% to blame here."
"No you're not but… you started this! You… you never grieved Kathy. We jumped in too fast and you didn't get help. You buried yourself in a year-long undercover stint while I mothered Eli and Noah and was pregnant."
Dickie looked to his wife and she sighed, flipping on the camera again.
El was sat with his head in his hands and Liv was now standing. "
"And then, you joined the brotherhood and did that whole semi undercover bullshit. And by the time I got pregnant with Max, El… I was just becoming Captain and I didn't wanna try anymore. I was sick of trying!"
"I know," he said softly. "I know and I'm so sorry… Liv I…"
"We're better off just… doing this," she sighed, holding her head.
"Fucking and texting all day and cuddling when the kids are gone? Sneaking around? We're better off sneaking around??"
"Better off not having any expectations!" She cried. "Not having to rely on each other!"
"We do, though Olivia," he said, standing now. "We do!!!!"
"You know what I mean."
"No, Liv I don't."
She shook her head and turned around, holding her breath to hold in her tears.
All 7 kids and Jet were getting emotional watching their dad and mom/bonus mom.
Kathy had been killed just after the now 20 year old Eli was born, and Liv stepped naturally into the roll of full time mother for all 5 kids. The pair got married when Eli was just three, and adopted Noah when he'd just turned four.
But Elliot, despite how hard he tried; tried to be a present father and a husband, regressed.
He refused therapy and dove into his work, neglecting his emotional problems and therefore, his family at home.
His wife who would walk through fire for him.
His older four who were far too young to lose their mom.
His younger three who just needed their daddy.
But mostly, her.
It wasn't intentional.
She knew that, and so did the kids.
It was a result of his own demons and grief and pain that stemmed from his childhood, his father Joe, long before his kids or Olivia, or even Kathy, were a thought.
But it still happened, and they all still had to deal with the consequences.
He took a small step towards her, and then another, until he was just a foot behind her.
When she didn't flinch away, he put a large hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her towards him.
She spun into him like it was second nature, letting her tears fall as her body shook with sobs.
Jack wiped his eyes, and Mo pulled him in for a tight hug, allowing him to get out his emotions while Noah hugged him from the other side.
El's whisper broke up their sobs and they looked back to the screen.
"Olivia Benson-Stabler I will do anything… anything for you. Anything to prove to you that you're my world. My soulmate. My very best friend," he paused and looked down at her, gently cupping her cheeks. "Anything… give me another chance," he whispered.
Jet shut the video off, making the best call for her husband and his siblings that, despite her hard exterior, she loved more than anything.
Liv's voice was last to play before she shut off the audio.
"Let me think about it… please?"
Eli looked at his younger brothers and nodded. "Okay. Let's make a plan."
"Are we about to parent trap mom and dad?" Jake asked, getting some humor back into his voice.
"Hell yeah," Jet answered for all of them.
At Liv's apartment, the pair had fallen into bed as they usually did, kissing and touching everywhere.
It wasn't the first time they'd had that conversation, but unbeknownst to each other they prayed it'd be the last.
She pulled back after a moment or two and looked at him; touched his strong jaw and swollen lips, swollen from where she'd just been biting, with her thumb.
"Hold me," she whispered.
"Anything you need Stabler," he whispered back, his voice equally thick with emotion and desire for her.
Smiling small, she blinked quickly and sunk into his arms that were home and had been for 20 years.
"How 'bout that movie?" He asked and she nodded, getting cozy with him while he flipped on Netflix in the room they once shared, praying that it'd soon be his again, too.
That'd she'd be his.
He rubbed her back gently as they watched whatever silly rom com she'd put on to start the night, and she drifted off to sleep.
Counting her breaths one by one, he thought more about her words and his actions.
How he spent 5 years falling for a woman who gave him everything.
How the 20 years that followed were spent falling deeper and deeper in love with her, every fucking day, even when she kicked his dumbass out. Even when he was lost in his own worlds.
Especially when he was lost in his own world.
How he threw it all away to catch the bad guys. Missed the most important time with Eli, Noah, and Jack.
How his youngest didn't remember what it was like to have mommy and daddy living together.
How he should have just fucking gone to therapy and they wouldn't be living separate but still sleeping together.
The silence, both in the room once the movie stopped, and in his mind was deafening, and before he could stop himself, he was rolling her on her back and kissing her slowly to wake her up.
To his surprise and shock, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, slowly and lazily.
"I'm sorry I woke you," he whispered finally, cupping her cheek, "I just… let me make love you."
It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It was a statement of fact that he prayed she'd accept.
They fucked. A lot.
At their offices. At their apartments. In their cars.
Where their emotional relationship failed, their physical one ramped up for three years post their split.
They had their papers drawn up at the three year mark, and when they sat down to sign them, they ended up just fucking again and the papers were shoved into a long forgotten corner of her closet where they remained to that day.
It was from that point on that their emotional and spiritual relationship began to rebuild.
Texting.
Cuddling.
Chatting at the end of the day.
Late night dinners and forced lunches when work got too crazy for them.
Saturday evening dinners with their family and church on Sunday with their boys.
In their five years fucking and whatever else they were doing, though, they hadn't made love.
Their encounters were rough, primal, and needy.
But never passionate.
Never soft and tender, like he was being in that moment, kissing and sucking at her jaw and neck.
Never moving slowly and intently to kiss every inch of exposed skin beneath his old tshirt she was wearing.
Never pulling it over her head with renewed vigor and attacking her lips again, smiling when her hands fell to his waist band and pushed it down.
Never keeping his eyes trained on her, even as he pulled his shirt over his head. His look was smoldering and different; full of love like it once was.
Never drawing her leggings down slowly, inch by inch, and watching her face contort with pleasure and anticipation as he gently bent one of her legs up to her chest and pushed deep inside of her.
Never kissing her while he pumped slowly into her while she grasped at his back, desperate to get him as close as humanly possible.
Certainly never realizing in that moment, while he was inside of her, that he was going to do whatever it took to get her back.
They came hard and fast together, lips locked and bodies close, and fell asleep, still connected and tucked together.
El walked into Dickie's the following morning to find all 7 kids on the couch, arms crossed and waiting impatiently.
"Daddy," Max said first to El as he waded into the shark infested waters that sat before him.
Holding up a hand to stop him, and the rest of his kid's protests, he shook his head.
"Me first. I think I have a plan to get your mom back and I need you all to listen."
