He couldn't sleep.

It wasn't really that he couldn't sleep, it was that he was refusing to.

While the sun peaked through the curtains of their bungalow, illuminating his satiated, tanned, and very exhausted wife, Elliot was beside her, sneakily planning.

By some miracle, he was able to extend their trip by a few extra days in the name of a proper honeymoon, all while booking flights and a 2-night, 3-day stay at a the villa next to theirs for their brood.

He'd just finished his tasks when the sleeping woman beside him stirred ever so slightly.

Setting his phone down, his eyes drifted towards her, and, letting out a soft and contented sigh, allowed himself to time travel.

Suddenly it was 2004. Her hair was shorter and her figure was slimmer, but still curvy in all the perfect places.

Years of too many kids and work traumas hadn't yet lined the corners of her eyes or mouth, and she was still sleeping with one ear open, waiting for Eli's inevitable wake up call.

He remembered what is was like that night, when they crossed the line from friends to lovers, and accepted the truth they'd been avoiding: that they were soul mates.

Instead of going to sleep in separate bedrooms because his kids couldn't sleep without her in the house, she'd led him back to his own bedroom, locked the door, and made the first move that he'd willingly and eagerly reciprocated.

Opening his eyes when she moved again, this time to her belly with her arms folded under her pillow, he felt his eyes water as he looked at her, all those years later.

Long and wavy hair- a style he loved so much and that, despite her never ending desire to make drastic hair changes, she kept for him.

The soft curves on her hips and belly, and how her breasts had tripled in size, all a reminder of the lives they'd created together.

Laugh and frown lines; both from too many kids, the stressors of the job, and, he assumed, him.

How she was sleeping more soundly than he'd seen in a long time, because, he hoped, his apology and honestly had melted the last sliver of anger and regret that'd he'd pierced her heart with with his actions.

How she looked peaceful; content; happy.

The air in the room suddenly felt suffocating, and he noticed then the thin sheen of sweat on her brow in the soft morning sunlight that was creeping through the blinds.

Wiping his eyes, he dragged the sheet slowly down her body; across the dip of her lower back and the swell of her ass, and studied the way her legs were spread apart, one lifted up to the side.

He swore he could smell her arousal that still lingered from their overnight activities, and his cock twitched at the memory of her crying out his name on a beach, of all places.

With gentle movements, as not to wake her too quickly, he crawled to the end of the bed, laying flat and running his hands up and down her thick thighs and the swell of her ass.

She moaned softly in her sleep, muttering a soft "El" as he began to press kisses to every spot he could, breathing in deeply as she grew wetter and wetter, waking up fully.

"More," she whispered into her pillow, and he smiled against her skin, tracing circles with his tongue against her inner thighs.

Mewling softly, she curled down into her pillow, enjoying his movements and gentle touches that only riled her up further.

"Need you," he heard her beg softly. "Please… need you."

Exhaustion was beginning to wash over his body, so he wasted no time in flattening his tongue against her still swollen folds.

She exhaled a sigh of relief that tapered off into a moan when his tongue parted her lips and began swirling and lapping, as deep inside of her as he could.

"Oh El," she groaned, her voice now husky as she began to gyrate her hips downwards, desperate for any type of relief on her swollen bundle.

Slipping one strong arm around her hips to work her clit, he ran his tongue to her puckered hole.

Her moans turned high pitched and her pussy clenched involuntary, desperate for anything to fill her.

After allowing saliva to pool at her ass, he knelt up, his chin wet from her soaked core, and ran his cock along her folds.

"What do you want?" He asked, deep voice echoing in their room.

She was whining from the loss of stimulation, and he smirked, satisfied at how worked up she already was… desperate and begging for more of him.

A deep and guttural groan filled the room as he pushed his thumb into her ass and his cock into her pussy.

"Fuck," he spit out through gritted teeth as he began to pound into her relentlessly, stretching her further with his thumb and applying the perfect amount of pressure to make her body buck wildly.

"Touch yourself, babe," he said, breathless and already close to explosion himself.

He watched intently as her hand sneaked under her body and began rubbing in fast and tight circles.

Though he couldn't see the movements, he felt her squeeze around him, flutter several times, and then scream out her orgasm.

"Fuck babe," he growled, pulling out as her body still quaked from after shocks, and rolling her on her back.

She opened her mouth, expectantly and with an air of desperation, and he gladly slid himself down her throat, grunting and cumming as she choked around him.

Tapping gently on his leg, he pulled out, taking strings of cum and saliva with him and coating her lips, chin, and chest.

"Fuck," he said, collapsing breathlessly next to her.

Grabbing a long forgotten towel, he gently wiped her face as she lulled back to sleep with a soft smile on her lips.


Their next 18 hours were spent making love and catching up on sleep, all while Elliot was secretly fielding texts from the kids who were set to arrive in the early hours of Friday morning.

The sun was just staring to wash over the sand and deep into their little house when the kids had texted that they'd arrived and were waiting in their pre-planned spot.

Slipping out of her tight grasp, Elliot pulled on the swim trunks he'd been living in, slipped the new ring into his pocket, and made his way slowly to the French doors that opened to sand.

"Come back," she pouted playfully.

"Sun is rising," he whispered, "put your suit on and come meet me on the beach by the water.

"Hmmmm okay," she yawned, raising up on her arms and giving him a sleepy smile. "We actually going to stay on the beach today?" She asked.

"Most of the day," he nodded, "but I'm not opposed to exhibition," he winked and she giggled.

She watched him walk out and down to the ocean, and stood, stretching and sighing happily.

Throwing on her two piece bikini she bought for the occasion and a crocheted cover-up, she followed him down after a few minutes.

He smiled when her slender arms wrapped around his middle and her face pressed against his arm.

Covering her arms with his, he sighed happily and intertwined their hands as they watched the sun rise for a few long minutes.

Fish jumped from the water and birds flew overhead and the sound of the water beating against the sand was the overpowering and filled the space around them until his deep timber interrupted their peace.

"I love you, Olivia," he said, the vibrations from his voice running through her body and making her smile.

"I love you, Elliot."

He turned in her arms and his hands settled on her cheeks.

"So much… like… so much."

Reaching up on her tippy toes, she pressed her lips softly to his, running her hands up his body to settle around the back of his neck.

"You're my world," he continued when she went to speak. "My whole… entire fucking world and I'm finally at a point where I can give it to you… fully and wholly and… god I get to give it to you all and I can't wait to start when we get home so uh… I wanna do it right, Olivia."

She gasped softly when realization hit her, just seconds before he sunk down to one knee. "Olivia Stabler? Will you renew your vows to me? Tonight on this island? Marry me again and let me make this the best next 20 years of your life?"

He had to finish on a whisper so he could get the words out without the tears falling fully, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out diamond band that matched her original wedding band perfectly.

"El," she gasped, nodding quickly. "Yes! My god yes!" She cried into the emptiness of the beach as he slipped it on her fingers and lifted her, spinning her around and kissing her passionately.

"Oh baby," she breathed, cupping his cheeks again to kissing him. "Baby I need you," she whispered, hands running down to the tie on his trunks.

Her sudden urge to sink to her knees and worship him on the middle of the beach in the light of the early morning sun was halted when he pulled back a little and gave her a knowing smile.

"What?" She asked laughing softly, and following his eyes that dragged over her right shoulder and back up to villa patio with a mischievous smile on his face.

She read him like a book and her tears started again immediately. "You didn't…"

"Can't renew our vows without our most important people," he whispered, her tears triggering his again.

Spinning around quickly, she gasped at the sight of all 8 of their kids, the oldest's spouses, and their young granddaughter. Gasping again, she collapsed against his chest, covering her mouth as his arms wrapped around her and he pressed gentle kissed to her temple and cheeks.

"Just the long weekend… and I may or may not have extended our trip a few days to make up for the lack of beach sex," he whispered, making her giggle and look back to kiss him again.

"Let's see our babies yeah?" She said against his lips.

"Mhm," he smiled, blindly waving for the kids.

They laughed against one another's lips as they heard the kids come sprinting down the beach, led by Max who plowed into them at full speed, sending all three crashing into the sand in a fit if giggled.

Jack dog piled on top of them, followed soon by Noah and Eli.

"I'm a match maker I swear," Jack said into his dads chest in an attempt to break up the emotions of the moment.

They all laughed and eventually sat up, El pulling Jack and Eli in tight and Liv hugging Max and Noah.

"Guess we owe you guys for this, huh?" Liv laughed softly and all three boys pointed to the master planner.

"You probably owe Jack," Max giggled with a yawn

"And Jet and Dickie," came Mo's voice from behind them.

"Mostly Jet" Dickie said, carrying a just waking up Cora.

"You're welcome," Jet said, even cracking a smile as she sat beside them all.

Everyone gave their hugs and the family sat, looking out into the ocean, watching the sun finish rising.

Max was falling asleep against Liv and Jack against El, while the rest of the crew yawned.

"Really getting married again today?" Liv whispered to her husband, a smile plastered on her face.

"Uh huh… tonight after the kids nap and we get some outfits… I know it's been a busy vacation but… do you know what today is?" He cheesed with a soft laugh.

Realization hit her again and she blinked quickly, looking at him.

"Happy 20th Anniversary, guys," Jack mumbled in his sleep.

"Here's to many more," Noah added as Max's snores grew louder.

"Many more indeed," Liv whispered, leaning over to kiss her husband.