"Okay Jack, so say I can convince your mom to bring me to the gala. Then what? Huh?"
"Uh you will, cause I'm gonna lie and say I forgot a project," he rolled his eyes at him and his siblings. "Anyways, after act 1 we move into…"
He paused to survey their blank faces before making a dramatic arm movement. "Act 2! Jeez people are you invested in this?"
"I am!" Max called with a grin.
"We're in you're just insane," Mo laughed.
"Yes," he affirmed. "Anyways, act 2 is in fact dinner. Dad," he said, looking to him. "You need to start doing Saturday night dinner at your place, someone convince mom to stay the night with us, and then we make it tradition."
Sitting back with his arms cross, Elliot laughed. "Yeah? How are we gonna do that."
"I've got that covered," Liz nodded. "There's that new wine brand she and I have been wanting to try. I'll bring it over and get her tipsy. Then, Max will asked to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch, she'll fall asleep, you bring her to bed."
"I knew you were my favorite sister," Jack sighed happily, making Katie and Mo laugh and shake their heads.
E: Dinner at mine
E: Boys wanna stay over
E: You're welcome to, too.
E: I'll sleep on the couch ;)
L: You're annoying
L: Maybe
She set her phone down and sighed softly, returning to the kitchen she was cleaning.
She was fighting a battle within herself, and they both knew it.
Their accidental sleepover just a few nights prior rocked her even more and did nothing to help the situation.
They'd woken up early in the morning; stiff and hungover, but incredibly well rested.
He'd picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her in, and kissing her softly several times before sneaking out.
His new tenderness was… well, new. She didn't know how to handle it and was so afraid of getting her boy's hopes up.
Groaning softly, she looked down at her phone when it buzzed again.
E: Whatcha doing
L: Cleaning
E: You know if you let me come home I could help you clean.
L: You could come help me anyways
E: Boys?
L: Friends
E: I have to run some errands. I'll be over.
L: Get me some milk and coffee creamer pleasseeeee.
E: Anything for you.
L: And cereal. Max's
E: Yes boss
With a light groan, she set down her phone and tried to quell the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness forming between her legs.
With a deep and frustrated breath, she lifted her phone and scrolled down to Tucker's unread messages, proposing dates and nightcaps and drinks.
Zoning out for a while, she debated with herself about responding and tried to remember the first time they'd had sex.
She'd been with Elliot so many times since then that it seemed like an incredibly distant memory.
Closing her eyes, she tried to envision what his body looked like, but only could see the hard planes of Elliot's muscles, the hair that trailed down the deep vee into his pants, and how incredible his cock felt inside of her.
She whispered a hushed "fuck" to herself as a rush of fluid hit between her legs, and flipped back to his messages.
L: Use your key. I'll be cleaning the bathroom when you get here.
E: Got it
"Helllllo," he called, walking in with a few bags of groceries and some flowers for her.
"In here!" She replied from the back of the apartment while he put the flowers in water and her groceries away.
"El?" She called again as he was walking towards her room.
"Coming, sorry I was putting everything aw…" he trailed off slowly, stopping dead in his tracks.
She was lounged back in the bath, breasts floating just about the water and bubble line, and sipping wine from her stemless tumbler the kids got her that said "Captain".
"Hi," she said. "You said errands so I thought I'd have some time to relax in the bath before I finished cleaning. My backs hurting."
"That why you brought my wine tumbler in here too?"
Rolling her eyes playfully, she took a sip waited for his response.
"I lied, I was just looking for an excuse to see you alone," he said with a stupid grin, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"There it is," she mused. "Well you gonna sit there or join me and give me a massage?"
"Hmmm I don't know," he taunted, crossing his arms.
"I almost called Tucker," she said, making him gasp and stand.
He kept eye contact with her as he undressed himself and stepped into the hot water.
"Jeez woman," he said, wading through the bubbles to move behind her and ease himself down.
She settled back again him, gasping softly when his still cold hands feathered up her arms and to her shoulders, kneading gently while pressing a soft kiss to her neck.
"Don't call Tucker," he whispered finally.
"I'm single," she reminded him, gasping as he strengthened his grip ever so slightly.
"I'm giving you a massage in our bathtub in the middle of the day on a Saturday. You're not single."
"Hmph," she muttered. "Don't wanna talk. Just relax."
"Never do," he muttered.
"Still let you in my pussy though," she mumbled back, equal parts annoyed and turned on as both his irritation and cock swelled.
"Your pussy?"
"Well it's not yours," she said defiantly.
He didn't respond, just dropped his right hand from her shoulder and snaked it around her waist, settling it in the patch of dark curls between her legs.
She shivered when his large left hand trailed down her left arm and grasped her hand. Their wedding bands and her engagement ring shimmered from the water, and as he lifted their joined hands to his mouth to kiss, he pushed two fingers into her without warning.
Moaning, she rolled her head back against his chest and involuntarily spread her legs a little wider as he began to pump his fingers, the heel of her hand hitting her clit just right.
"El," she whispered through panted moans. "El… yes El…"
He kept his pace steady until she began to flutter around his fingers and her moans became more high pitched. It was then, without warning, that he pulled his fingers from her and smirked at her cry of frustration.
"Elliot what the fuck," she asked breathlessly, looking back at him over her shoulder and groaning at the smug look on his face. "Don't do this."
"Your pussy, not mine," he shrugged.
"El come on," she pleaded, spinning the bath to straddle his legs and throbbing and erect cock.
He'd kept hold of her left hand, their rings clinking as she moved, so she was sat in an awkward position with her arm across her body as she tried desperately to grind against him.
"Come on what? You were gonna call Ed… you clearly don't need me."
"Don't be a dick," she whined.
"Respecting your boundaries."
"Elliot don't be a dick," she repeated with a frustrated groan that made him twitch against her.
Looking down, she snorted. "What? Trying to rile me up?? Getting me hot and bothered turns you on?"
"You know it does. But, I never said my cock wasn't your's, Stabler. Take what you need."
His statement shocked her, and she tested her boundaries by kneeling up and hovering above his awaiting cock and pressing down against his tip.
He moaned softly at the feel of her wet heat, and looked up at her through lustful eyes and he leaned back in the water and released her left hand.
"Have at it. It's yours," he said, grunting as she sank down on him.
"Touch me," she begged weakly as she began to rock slowly, careful to not spill out any water from the very full tub.
"No," he grunted, keeping his hands steady on the the sides of the tub and enjoying the feel of her around him.
"Baby," she whined, knowing exactly how to get him. Her left hand fell to his lower belly, her glinting rings catching his eyes and falling in direct line of where they were connected.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
"El I need more," she begged. "Baby please," she mewled, dragging her left hand from his belly to between her folds and landing on her clit.
"You're evil," he growled, motioning for her to stand and climb out of the tub.
She happily made her way out to her room, quickly drying herself with a towel and bending over the bed.
He shook his head and finished drying himself, plopping beside her on his back.
"Not my pussy," he repeated.
"Elliot," she said shaking her head and climbing up him.
"Can't have it both ways, Stabler," he said, taking a fistful of himself.
"Come on," she pouted, knocking his hand aside and sliding her slick folds up and down him.
"This is your show," he said, but put his hands on her thighs anyways.
She took what he was giving, knowing she went to far with her comments, and slid back down on him.
Her short finger nails scraped on his back and neck as she pulled him to a better sitting position.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, moving sensually above him and cupping his jaw and neck.
"S'ok," he muttered, rocking his hips with her and making her sigh happily.
His hands finally moved to her ass, rocking her a little more forcefully and making her cry out.
"Fuck El," she whispered, trying to adjust herself for more friction to her clit. "Please touch me," she gasped into his mouth as her lips hit his in a passionate kiss.
He moved his right hand from her ass to cover her left that was on his cheek, pulling it down slowly between them.
Guiding her movements, but touching only her hand, he led her to the brink, and with his name falling from her lips, they came together, falling back in a sweaty heap.
As the heaviness of their breaths filled the room, and she settled in on top of him, her mind was taken back to the conversation her children kidnapped her for several months previously.
"Mom just let him come home," Liz pleaded softly, taking her hand as Liv wiped Max's eyes with her free one.
"Guys it's so complicated…" she whispered with a sigh.
"We know he hurt you and messed up but… it's so clear you guys love each other," Mo frowned.
"I have an idea," Jack said, suddenly, jumping up and sprinting to his room.
"Baby girl it's not that we don't love each other… it's…" she trailed off. "It's not anything either of us want to burden you with."
"You are burdening us though," Noah frowned, pointing to the youngest and still teary Stabler as an example.
"Dad and I have tried to maintain a healthy relationship with one another for you guys. But if we're too close you have to tell me," she sighed.
"It just feels like you're in and out… like you still wear your bands but you don't live together. You won't sign papers and yet you talk all the time," Eli said, clarifying Noah's comment and squeezing his arm.
He nodded apologetically and Dickie started to speak when Jack came running back out with a white board facing his chest.
"Guys I have an idea," he said and Dickie held up a hand to shush him.
"Mom we also aren't stupid," he said, giving her a knowing look. "Neither of you guys have even dated. Like actually dated. In five years!"
"Hello, idea," Jack said again with an annoyed groan.
"Go, baby," Liv sighed, putting an arm around Liz and Max.
"What is your big hang up on not letting dad come home?"
She hesitated and sighed, and he nodded. "Right, communication and letting dad back in," he nodded.
"He's right," Kathleen sang and Mo nodded in agreement.
Laughing uncomfortably, Liv nodded. "Okay… and what do you propose?"
"I propose to you," he said, making a dramatic and hilarious show of turning around the white board, "your five step plan of opening up to dad and learning to trust him again so we can bring him home."
Dickie say back with his arms crossed and read it intently and quickly. "That's actually smart," he muttered.
"Thanks I know," Jack nodded. "Anyways. Step 1! Therapy."
"Jack your dad doesn't do therapy," Liv sighed.
"He goes twice a week what are you talking about," Mo said with a raised brow.
"Yeah," Liz nodded quickly.
"See if you guys were in therapy and open you'd know that," Jack said.
Liv breathed out slowly and nodded. "Okay… therapy…"
"Liv," El whispered, patting her back gently and making her lift her head. "Sorry… zoned."
"S'ok… you good?"
She sat up slowly, now answering him, and placed her hands on his chest looking down at him.
"Will you go to therapy with me?" She blurted out.
Looking up at her, he blinked quickly and covered her hands with his own, giving a gentle squeeze and small smile. "Definitely… what brought this on?"
She shrugged. "I'm trying," she whispered and he sat up, kissing her lips gently. "All I want…"
"Not all you want," she teased, pecking his lips again.
"No… but it's a start…"
Cupping his cheeks, she deepened the kiss and sighed happily against his lips. "I'll make the appointment," he said and she nodded.
"Thank you…"
"Thank you," he countered. "Now, don't get me riled up, I actually have to get groceries for dinner tonight," he winked.
"We'll finish this later," she whispered, gripping him tightly and making him groan. "Don't have to tell me twice," he said with a smirk.
He got redressed and said his goodbyes, walking out to the car with a little pep in his step. Sitting in the drivers seat, he quickly texted the kids.
E: Pretty sure mom is gonna stay tonight and SHE suggested therapy. So steps 1-3 are complete. Whoooo!!!!
Eli: Hell yeah dad!!!!!
N: Go dad go!!!
J: *sent a gif of Michael Scott dancing*
M: Lol Jack. But yay!! See you soon.
L: Omg we love progress!
K: Yaaaaaas
He grinned huge and set his phone down, driving back to the grocery store for dinner supplies.
The kid's phones buzzed again with texts from their mom.
The first was a picture of the bouquet of peonies he'd gotten her, followed by a few messages.
O: Daddy stopped by today to bring me some groceries and got me some flowers. :)
O: Also… I asked him about therapy and he said yes! Sorry it took so long for me to do. I hadn't forgotten, just was getting my courage up. I love you guys!!!!!
M: Awwww yay daddy!!!! We love you so much Mom!!!
D: Dad! Dad! Dad!
L: Go dad!!!
J: Omg dad yes!!!!
N: :) Yay you deserve it momma
L: Daddyyyyy whaaat!!!!
Signing contentedly, Liv set her phone down before picking it up again and scrolled to Ed's name. She deleted the message thread quickly, and went back to her and Elliot's thread.
L: It's yours.
E: What's mine?
L: All of me.
Grinning like a fool, he replied with a winky face and quick message back.
E: Can't wait to see you tonight, my Olivia.
He was dancing around the kitchen as he cooked when the boys arrived.
"Hey dad," Max grinned, bouncing up and down after having been briefed by his brothers.
"Hey man," he grinned, setting down his spatula and lifting him up.
"Nice move on the flowers!" he grinned huge.
"Thanks buddy," he smiled, brushing his hair back. "Now remember we are gonna watch a movie okay?"
"Dad, dad, dad. I got it trust me!" He cheese and Jack smiled, walking over and hugged them both tightly.
"What's this love fest??" Liv asked, coming in with Liz and a smile.
"Just happy to see dad," Max sighed happily.
Liv bit her lip and smiled, walking over and kissing Max and Jack's heads. "Love you boys," she whispered.
"Alright mom let's try this wine," Liz said, doing a little dance as she opened it.
El laughed and set Max down. Noah and Eli set the table while Max and Jack got cooking lessons. Dickie, Jet, and Cora were running late, so the 4 girls went outside for some quality time while the boys hung out.
They were all so young when Kathy passed, that Liv truly was the longest mother figure they'd had.
Kathleen and Mo remembered Kathy the most, and alternated between calling Olivia "mom" and "Liv," but to Liz, Dickie, and Eli, she'd always been mommy.
"So you and daddy," Mo said, nudging her with a smile.
Liv blushed, sipping her wine. "We're working on it," she nodded.
"Well we're proud of you," Kathleen smiled and nodded.
"You know Max seems happier," Liz said, taking her hand.
"I know," she smiled small. "I know…"
"Gonna stay here tonight?" Kathleen asked, and Liv shrugged and winked. "We'll see."
"Graaam," Cora called, running out to see Liv.
She laughed and hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "Hi princess."
"Gram guess what," she said with a huge grin.
"What??" She gasped playfully.
"I dressed mommy today!" She squealed.
Elliot's laughter could be heard from inside and Liv and the girls went in to find Jet in light jeans and a pink shirt.
"Oh my," Liv laughed, setting Cora down and pulling Jet in for a hug. "You're a good mommy," she smiled, making her grin a little. "Thanks."
The family ate and cleaned up, and Max looked up at his mom and dad. "Movie? Mom, dad can I cuddle you guys?"
Liv was several glasses of wine in and chuckled. "Sure baby," she nodded.
Max's eyes lit up and she smiled small. "Alright, go get in your PJs," she nodded.
The older kids looked at her and she waved them off, sitting on the couch and waiting for everyone to join.
El left the kids in the kitchen and plopped beside her, giving her a sweet smile. They locked eyes for a few moments before it was interrupted by Max crawling between them.
They both laughed, and Jake and Noah got comfy while the older crew said their goodbyes.
Liv and Max were asleep within minutes, and Noah and Jack put themselves to bed once the movie was finished.
After carrying Max to bed, El sat beside Liv and rubbed her cheek gently.
"Hmmmm," she whispered, laying into him.
"You gonna stay tonight? He whispered back, and she nodded. "Too much wine. That daughter of ours," he laughed.
"Mhm sure," he teased, helping her stand. She gave him a look, but it did nothing to hide her smile.
She wrapped her arm around his waist tightly and they walked in lock step to the bedroom. Liv collapsed on the bed with a soft giggle, and he sweetly helped her change into one of his t-shirts
"Touch me," she begged softly, laying back and spreading out when he pulled her pants down.
"You're drunk my love," he laughed softly.
Sitting up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Just tipsy… feeling good… you didn't want to touch me earlier," she whispered.
His arms wrapped around her waist and he nodded. "Yeah… I was being a jerk."
"Mhm… but I started it. And I'm sorry," she said, kissing him again and pulling him down on top of her.
He laughed softly and she looked up at him with so much love in her eyes that he thought he might cry. "Touch me," she whispered again, rolling her head back happily when his scratchy beard scraped her neck and continued down her body.
"Gotta be quiet," he reminded her, before closing his lips around her clit and lapping his tongue back and forth.
"El," she gasped, covering her mouth with her right hand and the back of his head with her left.
Pushing in two fingers, he curled them upwards and thrusted slowly, making her whine and gyrate her hips into his mouth.
"More," she begged softly, her quiet pleas and the sweet taste of her on his tongue sent the blood rushing to his groin.
His arousal over took him, and pulling his fingers out, he spread her wetness down her slit to her puckered hole, pushing in his pinky.
She gasped, back arching and head rocking back and forth in pure ecstasy, and begged for more.
Obliging, he pushed his two fingers back in, filling her with a steady rhythm while sucking and gnawing gently at her sensitive bud.
"Whose pussy is this," he finally growled when she started clenching and rocking her hips hard. "Whose is it, Olivia?"
"It's yours!" She cried out softly. "Fuck it's yours it's all yours," she sobbed into her pillow, actual tears flowing for a multitude of reasons.
She released then, her back arching up and her breath coming out in high pitched pants.
"Elliot… Elliot," she breathed, eyes rolling as he worked her down from her high.
He pulled his fingers free from her and knelt between her legs, pulling himself from his sweats and pushing into her quickly.
"Whose pussy?" He asked her again, groaning at how tight she still was. "Whose fucked this pussy twice today? Whose cum is in this pussy?"
"Your's Elliot, oh my god," she whispered, reaching up for him.
He crashed his lips against hers and sped up as quickly as his bed would allow. "God damn right. It's mine. You're mine, Olivia," he grunted.
"I'm yours," she gasped, clenching down around him again and biting his shoulder to stifle her scream while she came.
"YoI have no idea how much I love you," he said, his hand moving between them to tweak her throbbing and overly sensitive clit. "No idea," he whispered.
"I love you just as much," she admitted breathlessly, pulling his head back down to hers and making him smile against her lips.
"You're tipsy," he whispered, but she shook her head.
"I never stopped loving you."
Her words made him explode into her, head burying into her neck as he forced another orgasm from her.
Max woke up early the next morning, sneaking into his dads room and jumping up and down silently with a huge smile.
His parents, though from his point of view not touching, were sound asleep in his dad's bed. Together.
He left the room and shut the door silently, knocking gently to wake them up.
"Hold on buddy," El called, begrudgingly tearing away the arm he had draped over Liv's back.
"It's okay," she mumbled softly, rolling on her back and smiling small over at him through squinted and tired eyes.
"Morning," he whispered with a grin, leaning down to kiss her.
"Morning…" she crinkled her nose. "Morning breath."
"Sorry," he whispered, but she smiled sleepily. "I missed it," she said simply.
He looked down at her, leaning in to kiss her again when Max knocked again.
She giggled softly and pulled back, pretending to be asleep as Max rushed in when he was called for, jumping between them.
"Too early," El teased.
"I know… I just wanted to cuddle you and mommy," he whispered, getting snuggled up between them.
Liv rolled on her side to hug him and nodded. "Back to sleep baby," she yawned, and he nodded curling into her and grinning when El wrapped his arms around them both.
"I love you guys," Max sighed happily.
"We love you," El mumbled, already falling asleep.
"So much," Liv added. "So much."
