Summary: Just a domestic night interrupted by illness.

AN: Alright, this is the last Caught update I have in my drafts. So, I don't know how soon I'll have another update. I am hoping to work on Sibling Chats (a related story only on AO3, message me if you want the link).

But as always, thank you so much for reading! I cannot believe the positive response I've had for this story. Please keep the comments, favorites, and follows coming (I appreciate them more than I can express). And I'll update whenever another wild hair hits me.


It's one of the rare occasions where neither of them had anything to do on a Friday. Elliot came over for dinner and a movie. They ate Chinese takeout. And then all three of them sat on the couch, Noah between them, and watched Encanto (for the 100th time).

After tucking Noah into bed, Elliot and Olivia get themselves ready for bed. They take turns showering, and he picks up the kitchen and starts her dishwasher while she cleans her face. They meet in her bedroom and crawl into bed in their pajamas, spooning in the middle.

It's all terribly domestic.

That was until Elliot's hand finds its way under her top and cups her breast, just gently feeling the weight of her in his palm. She thought it was innocent, that he was just feeling around until he was ready to go to sleep. That was what she thought, but then he starts pinching her nipple.

Olivia scoffs. "Really, that's your move?"

He hums against her neck, nuzzling her, as he nods and tugs a little harder. "Yup, it's a classic for a reason."

"Is that so?" She laughs as his hand moves from one breast to the other, playfully now rather than sensually.

He growls at her, nibbling at her lobe and pulling her tight against his chest, grinding his semi into her ass. "What do you want me to do? Say 'Hey Liv, I'm horny…wanna fuck?'"

She laughs out loud at that. That is exactly what he's said before, and she reminds him. "Wouldn't be the first time."

"Fine. Hey Liv— "

She finds his mouth with her fingers with unnerving accuracy for reaching behind her head, making the rest of his sentence a garbled mess.

He sucks on her fingers for a moment, sliding his tongue all around them, before pushing them out of his mouth. "Is that what you want? Want me to suck you?"

Hmmmmm , Olivia hums, trying to make up her mind and letting his hands explore her front. She's not sure what she wants. They've been together long enough that there really isn't anything new between them. Granted, tonight really isn't a night for something wild and new. So, it's either spooning like this or one of them on top to prevent too much noise to wake Noah.

Having his weight pressing her into the mattress and a practically guaranteed orgasm from the way he rocks and grinds his hips into her in missionary seals the deal.

Olivia scoots away from him to create space so she can roll on her back. Then tugs at his shirt, signally that she wants him to move over her.

He rests on top of her, settling between her tights, and wiggles his eyebrows, asking " Yea? "

"Yea," she answers in a whisper as she kisses him.

It's easy between them. They've done this hundreds of times by now. That doesn't reduce the heat of their kisses or stop their bodies from responding. It just helps them remove clothing without snagging hair or elbows poking into ribs.

They are naked in no time. His kisses find her breasts and he sucks on her nipples, working them into hard peaks, before he finds her mouth again, nipping at her neck and jaw on the way up.

He's hard against her stomach. She reaches for him at the same time he reaches for her. She fists his erection, pumping a few times, swiping his precum to lubricate her movement. Elliot's forehead falls to her neck. Panting fuck he runs his fingers over her core, dipping in to check her.

"Yea…just like that," she exhales roughly as his fingers go deeper, sliding in and out easily, and his thumb finding her clit. His hips rock into her as her hand continues working over him.

They continue like this, kissing and touching until he asks breathy, "You good?" He's tired of her hand and ready for her body. She feels wet enough to him, dripping down his hand. But he always checks. He has no problem reaching for a little extra when she wants it.

"I'm good," she answers, kissing him and tilting his erection towards her center, rubbing his over her clit a few times before pressing him even further down.

He adjusts his hips and slides in easily. They inhale simultaneously, their chest and stomachs fight for the space between them.

"Fuck Liv…I'll never get tired of this…" his words are quiet, whispered directly into her ear.

" Hmmm… yes…god, so good, El."

They move effortlessly. Well-practiced and efficient. They know exactly how to make each other come. He holds her tight and grinds his hips. She pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him roughly as she clutches her cunt around him.

They are working themselves up, their orgasms not far off when a line of light from the hallway falls diagonally across the bed and Elliot's back as her door creaks open.

Noah's voice, calling for his mom, filters into her room before he actually crosses the threshold, barely giving Elliot enough time to pull out and slide off Olivia. She yanks the sheets up to her chin, ready to lie her ass off to her son about what her and Elliot were just doing and thinking of any excuse to keep him in the doorway.

"Mom, I don't feel so good," Noah whines as he clutches his stomach, gagging slightly as he stands in the door.

Knowing that nothing good follows that phrase or those sounds, Olivia acts quickly. "Go to the bathroom, baby. I'll meet you there." She urges Noah and gropes around for her robe.

Giving a last glance to Elliot, who is already reaching for his shorts on the floor, her apology in her eyes, she starts to speak. But he lifts his hand, stopping her. "Just go to him. I'll get some water. And do you keep his medicine in the kitchen?"

She shakes her head and gets out of the bed, hastily tying her robe. "Small basket, top shelf of the hall closet."

Olivia wants to say more, apologize for leaving him in her bed, still hard as a rock and damp, but sounds of Noah's gagging pull her to the bathroom.


Once Noah's done getting sick (for now at least), she runs a digital thermometer over his forehead. It reads 102.1 degrees.

"I'm sorry baby," she comforts as she pulls him to her chest and rubs his back. "Looks like you've got a stomach bug."

Noah cries a long Nooooo , before he tucks his head into her shoulder and lets his mom hold him tightly. "I don't want to be sick."

"I know baby, I'm so sorry."

She gives him a few more minutes, waiting to see if he's going to be sick again. But it looks like he's safe for now.

"Come on," Olivia stands and guides Noah to the door with a hand on his shoulder, "Elliot's pulled out some medicine for you and then you need to go back to bed."

By the time they are standing in the kitchen, Noah's cognizant of his surroundings. He sees that Elliot's leaning against the counter just in his boxers, his arms folded tightly over his bare chest, and his mom is only in her robe, and he can't see her pajamas.

"Are you naked?" Noah asks his mom before chewing the fever medication she hands him.

The flavor and texture makes him gag so his mom doesn't answer his question, instead she quickly looks around for a bag or bowl and Elliot is reaching for the trashcan in the corner.

Noah finally swallows the medication and frowns. "Yuck!"

Elliot hands him the glass of water and instructs him to take small sips.

While he drinks his mom places her hands on his back again, walking him out of the kitchen.

"Off to bed. I'll bring some of the sickbags to sit by your bed if you think you can't make it to the bathroom."


"I'm so sorry, El," Olivia apologizes as she crawls back into bed after washing her hands and wiping the bathroom and doorknobs down with sanitizer wipes, and pulling her pajamas back on.

"It's no big deal, Liv," he assures her, working his way to the middle of the bed, ready to give her a goodnight kiss and snuggle under the covers. They need to get some sleep if they are dealing with a sick kid. Who knows whether and how soon Noah's going to wake them up making another mad dash to the bathroom.

"I know…I just…" She doesn't finish her sentence. Her apology was half-hearted, and just out of obligation anyway. She doesn't have any control over having a sick kid or his inopportune time of interrupting them. Not to mention, his kids have caused more trouble for their sex life than Noah has.

"It's part of being a parent," he tries again, wanting to make sure that she knows he's not upset about the disruption. "If I had a nickel for each time a sick kid interrupted me and…" Elliot falls off, mentally kicking his own ass for the slip up. Of course, Olivia knows he was married and that he has five kids with another woman, but it's uncouth to bring up ex-lovers and those situations while in bed with your current lover. Especially when your ex-lover was your wife of nearly 40 years and had a grudge against your current lover for the emotional affair you had with your current lover for over a decade.

"El, it's alright." Olivia's already curled on her side, ready to close her eyes.

"No, I shouldn't…"

"Elliot, stop," she lifts her head and turns to him. "You don't need to avoid these topics. I know your history; we've been friends for decades." She flops back onto her pillow. "But given your experience with this, next time you are on puke patrol."

He chuckles and nods as he scoots directly behind her, his arm resting over her hip. "You got it, babe."


Noah makes it through the night with only one more incident. That time he ran straight to the bathroom. His mom joined him about thirty seconds later, rubbing his back. And Elliot appeared with a cool wet rag for his neck.

He doesn't feel good when he wakes. His stomach is still rolling. He's trying to decide whether to get up and risk his stomach lurching or wait in bed until his mom wakes up when he hears noises in the kitchen.

"Mom?" he calls out from his bed. Elliot comes to his room, in his sweats this time.

"Are you okay? Are you gonna be sick again?"

"I don't think so," he answers with a grimace as his stomach gives a roll before asking, "Is my mom up?"

"Not yet. It's still early." It's only 6:30 a.m. but Elliot's always been an early riser and figured Olivia would want coffee after such a rough night.

Elliot walks to the bed and covers Noah's head with his hand. "You're warm. I think you still have a fever. Will you take some medicine?"

Huffing at the injustice of it all, Noah begrudgingly agrees. "Ugh, I guess."

Grinning at the sick boy, Elliot asks, "Is your stomach still upset?"

"Yea."

"I'll see if I can't find some ginger ale or sprite and some crackers, okay? That might help."

"Okay." Noah nods, fearful that whatever he eats will come back up.

Elliot leaves his room for a few minutes. Noah can hear him digging through the cabinets and fridge. When he comes back, he has a small tray with water, ginger ale, saltines, a banana, and medicine.

"Alright bud, sit up… slowly . And take this." Elliot hands him the medication and the water when he scoots up in his bed to a half-sitting position. "I know being sick sucks, especially over a weekend when you don't even get to miss school." He remembers how much Dickie would complain when he'd be sick on a Saturday. He'd be so angry not to get anything out of feeling so crappy.

"It does suck. But Mom does let me play video games or watch whatever I want all day when I'm sick. Sometimes I get to hang out in her bed too."

Elliot sits at Noah's desk and smiles as Noah outlines the few benefits of being sick, even on a weekend. "Well, that's not too bad then."

Thinking about his mom's room and maybe being able to cuddle with her all day, Noah's face scrunches in concentration, recalling last night. He'd been too focused on not puking on the floor to notice what his mom was doing when he opened her door. But if his memory is right, Elliot was on top of his mom under the covers. Then Elliot was in his underwear in the kitchen, and he'd always seen him sleep in pants and tank top when he stayed over before. And it didn't look like his mom had clothes on under her robe.

He thinks he knows what was going on. His mom had talked to him about adult activities before. He knew that sometimes adults do weird and kinda gross things with their bodies. And he wants to know if that's what she and Elliot were doing last night. There is only one way to know for sure. And his mom always told him that he could ask any question he wanted, and she'd try to answer him honestly, even on the tough topics. He wonders if Elliot has the same rules.

"Elliot?"

"Yea bud?"

"What were you and mom doing last night when I came into her room?"

"What do you mean? We were in bed, sleeping," Elliot tries to lie, a red flush tickling his ears. Lying is his first instinct. It's how he'd always reacted to these questions when his kids were little. But he doesn't feel good about it right now; lying to Noah.

"You weren't asleep," Noah argues, knowing he has to be right about this. "Were you…uh, having sex?"

Elliot gulps and diverts his eyes, looking down at the scraps of paper on the desk. He's not quite sure what to do. He knows that Olivia is honest with Noah whenever she can be. And he knows that Olivia has talked about sex with Noah before. The sex cop in her making sure that Noah's always used the correct terms, has age-appropriate information, and does the best she can to be sex positive, so he never feels shame about his body.

"I'm not sure how to answer that bud," Elliot gruffs, the red from his ears creeping to his cheeks.

"That means yes," Noah responds, knowingly.

Elliot chuckles nervously at Noah's cheeky response. "How do you, uh, feel about that?"

"Kinda grossed out," he answers with a shrug.

Elliot's chuckles turn into a full out belly laugh, half from the joke and half happy to have an outlet for his nerves. "I guess that's fair."

Happy that Elliot's not mad at him for asking the question and encouraged by his laughter, Noah presses further. "Do you two do that a lot?"

"I, um…" Elliot has no clue how to answer this one, or if Olivia would want him to. "I think you should probably save these questions for your mom."

"What are you guys saving for me?" Olivia asks, peeking her head into Noah's room.

Elliot jumps, surprised by Olivia's voice. He turns to her, his eyes wide as if he's been caught doing something bad. "Uh…"

But Noah answers, "Sex questions." He might be grossed out, but there is no shame to be found.

Olivia steps into the room, rubbing her hands over her face and through her hair. It's too early to be fielding these types of questions and she wishes she had a cup of that coffee she can smell brewing in the kitchen. She takes in a deep breath before asking, "What are you asking Elliot about sex?"

"I asked Elliot if you two were having sex last night when I came into your room."

She knows she's going to regret asking this question. She knows she and Elliot were having sex, but how the hell does he know? "Why do you think that we were having sex?"

"You were naked under your robe and Elliot was only in boxers in the kitchen when he gave me medicine. And even though it was dark, I thought I saw some type of movements…and Elliot on top of you."

Olivia's jaw drops. She's completely gob smacked by his answer. Elliot's eyes are trained back on the desk. It's way too early for this conversation. She'd hoped that he'd not come to the realization that she and Elliot had sex for a while.

Noticing that his mom isn't speaking, Noah continues. "Elliot told me that he wasn't sure how to answer my question, so I figured that meant yes. Then I asked him if you do that a lot and he told me that I had to ask you."

"He did?"

"Yea. Do you two have sex a lot?"

She sighs. Both uncomfortable and because she hates not answering Noah's questions, always afraid that if she doesn't, he'll be too afraid to come back to her with more. But this is one question that she's not going to answer.

"That's not really an appropriate question, Noah. How often people have sex can be a private topic."

" Oh , okay…I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry," Olivia reassures him, stepping towards his bed and brushing his curls from his face, taking in his pink cheeks and slight sweat at his hairline. "But you are sick, so we should save these kinds of conversations for another day."

Noah nods.

"Elliot and I are going to eat breakfast; do you want to come into the living room?" Olivia asks, still gently rubbing his head.

"No. But can I have my phone?"

"Yes, I'll bring it to you."

"I got it!" Elliot offers, ready to get out of the room. He's thankful that Olivia took the reins, but he's still a little uncomfortable sitting with Noah after admitting to him that he was having sex with his mom just a few hours ago.

"Here you go," he says a couple minutes later, handing the phone to Noah.

"Alright, we will be in the other room if you need anything," Olivia says as she leans down and kisses Noah's forehead.

He swipes open his phone, smiling at the background photo. It's one from Christmas, one of all the Stabler kids and himself: Maureen to Noah.

"Wait!" Noah calls out to his mom and Elliot as they are one foot out the door. A realization from Christmas dawning on him.

"What Noah?" Olivia asks, trying to hide her frustration and readiness to end this conversation and have a cup of coffee. So close .

"Maureen's pregnant, right?"

"Yes, she is," Olivia grins, recalling the sweet card that Maureen and Carl had given her.

"Does that mean that she and Carl had sex?"

Smirking at the question, happy that the heat is completely off her and Elliot now. She looks at Elliot, wanting to get his input before she answers Noah's question. He just shrugs defeatedly, equally ready to get out of Noah's room.

"Yes, honey," Olivia answers. "Like we talked about before, that's one way that babies are made."

" Ew !"