It's been so long since she's gotten dressed up like this. The knee length navy blue dress accentuates her cinched waist perfectly, with one shoulder bared and the only sleeve reaching just above her elbow. There's a slit up the left side that's modest enough to keep the look classy, but show enough skin to have him salivating.

Though this was only Elliot, she still wanted to impress him. Who was she kidding? He was never only Elliot. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd always wanted to draw in his attention, which didn't take much effort on her part.

She'd settled for stolen glances and longing gazes a lifetime ago, but now the barrier between them was broken. Desires could be fulfilled without the burden of guilt. She knew exactly what she wanted from him and she would finally get it.

She was giving herself a once over in the mirror when she heard his knock at the door. Her heart jumped and she was nervous all of a sudden, anticipating what was to come. Initially, she wanted to hold off on getting physical with him, but wasn't 23 years long enough? Tonight was, undoubtedly, the night.

She padded over to the door and slowly opened it, dramatically revealing herself to him. His reaction did not disappoint. His eyes skim over every inch of her, from her straightened chocolate tresses parted in the middle, to the white polish on her toes. She must've gotten a pedicure since their last meeting, he thinks.

She looked delectable. Her skin was glowing from whatever moisturizer she used and she was curvy in all the right places. She was bare faced, save for a little gloss and mascara, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He could smell her perfume wafting through the open door and he wanted nothing more than the chance to taste her.

"You gonna come in?" She stands to the side and crosses one ankle over the other, making room for him to enter.

He strolls in with a large bouquet of blooming white peonies in his arm, navy suit clinging to his muscles. "For you." He'd researched the meaning of each color and apparently white was for apologies. It was the perfect way to let her know without having to bring everything up again.

She shuts the door behind him and turns to accept the flowers. Without her heels, he had a few inches on her, making him lean down to place a kiss on her cheek. His stubble scratches her skin lightly. "They smell amazing," she takes them and heads for the kitchen. "Let me put them in water before we go."

"Take your time," he says watching her as she moved gracefully, enjoying the view. "Looks like we did it again," he gestures between them, highlighting their matching outfits.

"Huh?" She looks up, "Oh." She smiles and places the now full vase on the counter. "Never gets old, does it?"

Their constant synchronicities took no effort, it seemed. They had to be linked by some invisible thread, there was no other logical explanation.

"Never." He leans against the breakfast bar as she walks down the hall, slipping into her nude heels. An action so simple was tantalizing to him, seeing the flex of her toes and the way her legs seemed to get longer. Everything she did moved him. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Thank you," she purrs sauntering past him. Her hand slides across his stomach, faltering on the pronounced abdominals through his crisp white button-up. "Wanted to look good for you."

She removes her hand but he encases her wrist in his before she can get away from him. "No need to try," he pulls her closer, wrapping both arms around her waist. "You always look good."

She feels the all too familiar twinge in her lower belly as her skin begins to warm, the light caresses of his fingers on her back must be laced with electricity. Each touch sends a spark right to her core.

Their lips hover mere inches apart as the tension crackles between them. He can see the darkening of her pretty brown eyes and knows that if he doesn't release her now, they may never make it to dinner. That didn't sound like a bad idea at all, but he wanted to do this right. She deserved to be wined and dined, treated like the lady she was.

"We should get going," he whispers before letting her go.

They arrive at the restaurant and check in with the Maître D'. Before he can ask if they have a reservation, a booming male voice calls out to Elliot.

"Stabler! So good to see you," the men greet each other with a bear hug. "It's been a while."

"Been busy," he says with a shrug before pulling Liv closer. "Antonio, this is Olivia. Olivia, Antonio."

The olive-skinned man takes her hand and places a kiss to the back of it. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise," she says still wondering how they know one another.

As if he'd read her mind, Elliot speaks. "Alright, enough of that." He playfully pulls her hand from Antonio's, chuckling at the other man's blatant attraction. "Antonio's an old friend, he owns the place."

"That, I do." He gestures for them to follow him. "Best table in the house for one of the best guys I know. You need anything at all, you let me know."

"Thanks man," El claps a hand on the man's back before pulling Olivia's chair out.

They enjoy dinner with plenty of wine on the house and decide to go for a walk in Riverside Park afterward. El had claimed that he needed to "walk it off" before he could drive, but it didn't take much to figure out that he just wanted to spend more time with her.

Hand in hand, they stroll down the pathway, passing a few late-night walkers along the way. When a cool breeze floats between the trees, she shudders. He stops immediately, removing his jacket and placing it on her shoulders.

"That better?"

"Yes," she says while he rubs her arms. "Thanks."

They continue to walk, admiring the view of the Hudson in the distance, talking about work and their children. After a while, they circle back to where his car is parked, neither wanting the night to end. He's somewhat in disbelief of the fact that they're actually here, together, on a date. Looking back on the 10 years he spent away, this didn't seem possible then.

"Liv?"

"Yeah," she looked over at him, gripping his hand a little bit tighter.

"Thank you," he says. "For giving me a second chance."

She's the one to stop this time, turning him toward her and taking his free hand in hers. "Look El, I know this isn't easy for either of us. I'm just happy that you're back and trying your best." Her thumbs rub slowly back and forth against him, letting him know that she's okay. "Just don't leave again or this time I'll hunt you down and shoot you. I've got better resources these days."

He's overcome with emotion; gratitude, love, lust. He pulls her against him, presses his lips to hers and pushes his tongue inside when her lips part. She accepts hungrily, the sweetness from the wine still so prominent. His hands move to her waist, guiding her to the side of his SUV and roughly pushes her up against it.

Need is palpable between the two and the world around them is quiet, nothing else matters but them in this moment. His kisses were consuming and she whined at the thought of his tongue working her other set of lips like this. Pulling her mouth away from his, she turns her head to the side gasping for air.

The exposed expanse of her skin is his new target, lips skittering down her throat, nipping and sucking her most sensitive areas. It takes her a moment to remember that they're standing on a residential block going at it.

"Mmm," she moans. "El, wait. Stop."

He pulls back quickly, disconnecting from her completely. "Shit, I'm sorry. Got carried away."

"No, I just…" She's still trying to catch her breath. "Not here."

Although she's smirking, he still feels a little guilt. What was he thinking pinning her to the car like this for anyone to see? "Come on," he needed to take her home before he made a fool of himself. He moves to open the passenger door and is surprised when she grips the front of his shirt, pulling him back to her.

"Wait," she whispers. "Is- Is anyone at your place? Noah should be home by now."

His mind was reeling. Was she asking what he thought she was? "Mom's home," he huffs.

She thought for a moment, Amanda's words echoing in her mind.

"Maybe-" she hesitates. "Maybe we could get a room? Only if you want to," she adds quickly, skin reddened from a mixture of arousal and slight embarrassment.

The corners of his mouth turn up in amusement. She was needy, very clearly affected and it made him feel amazing. He needed her to know just how much he wanted her too. Stepping right in her personal space, he nudges a leg between hers, thigh pressing into her center.

"Just say the word. I'll do anything you want," he growled, towering over her.

Her breathing falters as she feels the bulge in his pants against her hip. All she can do is nod, looking up at him through her lashes.

"I need to hear it, Liv." He speaks softly. "Need to know that this is alright."

"Y-yes," she stammers. "I want this. I want you."

That's all he needs to hear. "Get in the car," he all but drags her.

They find an upscale hotel that's not too far and Elliot could care less about the high price for just one night. He's offering his card before the concierge can even get the full amount out.

When they step into the room, they barely register the amazing view of the city from the floor to ceiling windows. It's like a switch is flipped and there's no turning it off. The door swings shut, she's kicking off her shoes and he begins unbuttoning his shirt, doing the same.

He sees her struggling to reach the zipper at the back of her dress and reaches for her.

"How'd you get it on?" He asks smirking, slowly pulling it down her spine.

"Hanger," she turns into him once the dress pools at her feet. They pick up where they left off before getting in the car, his fingers slide up the back of her neck and settle at the base of her scalp, tangling in her hair.

"Pull it," she mumbles against his lips.

His fingers tighten around her strands, pulling her head back and looking in her eyes. He was ready to devour her.

"If you want me to get rough, just say that." He grins.

"I want you to get rough," she breathes.

She squeals and wraps her arms around his neck when he dips down, grabbing her under her thighs and lifts her effortlessly. She was quite aware of his strength, but hadn't expected him to carry her as if she weighed nothing.

He walks to the bed, licking and sucking her nipples the whole way. She'd forwent a bra to fit her dress perfectly. When he places her down, she leans back and he climbs over her. His hands find her breasts again, squeezing and shaking them.

"These are mine now," he mumbles, face completely buried.

She giggles like a schoolgirl. If any other man were so possessive with her, she'd be pissed. But she couldn't help wanting to be his, wanting him to need every part of her for himself. Her laugh turns into a groan when she feels his teeth against the tender skin, no doubt leaving a mark.

"Do you know how long I've fantasized about being smothered by them?" He places wet kisses to both before moving up her neck and capturing her lips in another heated kiss.

She pushes his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, "Take your pants off."

In no time, his pants are being pushed down his hips and she's reaching for his girthy cock.

"I've imagined just about every scenario of this moment, but nothing compares to the real thing." His fingers hook into both sides of her seamless, black panties and pulls them down swiftly. He's in heaven, finally seeing her in all her nude glory. "You're perfect."

She strokes him slowly, staring adoringly into his eyes. She couldn't deny that his words of longing made her feel sexy. She knew that she was an attractive woman, but reassurance from the one that you love did wonders for the ego.

"I thought about how I would worship your body and savor every moment," his fingers slip between her dripping lower lips. "Take my time with you."

"That can wait," she says. "I need you hard and fast right now."

He wouldn't dream of denying her. "Anything you want," he positions himself at her entrance before she desperately lifts her hips to meet him. She's up on her elbows as he slides in, watching how he stretches her in amazement.

He's only halfway in when she falls back onto the bed. "How are you so thick? Fuck," she whines.

He looks up concerned, "Am I hurting you?"

"Yeah, but- "

He starts to pull out but she locks her legs around his waist, forcing him in even deeper. The tight fit pulls an involuntary groan from him.

"Stay," she gasps. "It's so good."

His lips meet her throat, letting her adjust, and her toes curl. His hips aren't even moving but she's already lost her breath.

"El, please."

"Please, what?" He continues sucking at her sensitive skin, releasing before a hickey can form. She'd kill him if he left one in a place where others could see.

"Hmm," she hums. "Please move."

He won't make her beg. At least not yet. He pulls back slowly and then snaps forward, sinking in to the hilt. Her wet warmth is immediately familiar, he knows he's home. He's not sure how he'd gone all these years without her, without this. But he does know that he won't be able to live without it from here on out.

He continues, setting a quick pace and she's already quivering around him. Surely, she wasn't about to come already, he thinks.

"Harder," she whimpers, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He grunts, putting more power into his strokes. She's keening in his ear, ready to burst and it makes him feral. He wants to hear more. Sliding his hands under her ass, he lifts her hips off the bed, pounding into her with all his might.

Her fingers scratch at his ribcage and he looks down at her. "You gonna come already?"

She's about to respond when it all crashes around her. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her nails scrape painfully down his sides, head thrown back with her mouth agape.

"Shit, Liv." She's impossibly wet now, soaking him every time their hips meet. He's mesmerized, keeps fucking her through it in hopes of this moment never ending.

His hips slow when she starts to come down, peppering kisses across her breasts again. He captures a nipple between his teeth and sucks simultaneously, causing a new spark of arousal to shoot through her.

She hadn't come so fast in years, let alone recuperate this quickly. He looks up at her, still paying close attention to his favorite part of her.

"You okay?" He grins around a mouthful of her.

If she didn't know him the way that she does, she'd be embarrassed. But this is Elliot after all.

"Amazing," she moans. "How do you want me?"

He slips free of her, wanting to be surrounded by her again immediately. "Turn around."

She was hoping he'd say that. Getting fucked from behind was a sure way to make her come again. She quickly obliges, moving to her hands and knees with her ass poking out for him.

His hands rub and caress her rounded cheeks then give her a firm smack. He can see her clench around nothing at the strike.

"You like that?"

"Yes." She gasps when he smacks the other cheek. She's pushing her hips at him, rocking back and forth in need of filling. "Come on," she encourages.

Settling behind her, his hands hold her hips firmly while he pushes back in. Seeing her pussy swallowing all of him makes his balls tighten. Not wasting anymore time, he pulls out and drives into her harder than before. He's amazed at the way she receives him, the reddened skin of her ass bouncing against him.

"Put your hand around my neck," she pants.

He grips the back of her neck harder than he intends to, but it's perfect for her. He can feel her squeezing around him like before, on the brink of orgasm. "Like that?"

"Mmhmm."

He looks down at the sheen of sweat and large handprints covering her ass, instantly invigorated. A high-pitched sound gets caught in her throat and his new goal is to hear it over and over again. His left hand leaves her hip, settling on her shoulder. He uses it as leverage, pulling her back when he drives forward.

"Oh God Elliot, fuck!" Her arms struggle to hold her up and she begins to fall forward.

He moves with her, hands encasing her head. She's screaming into the blanket, unable to think straight as he pummels that special place inside of her. His cock pulses, he's so close. He slips a hand underneath her to circle her clit quickly, needing to take her over the edge with him.

"Come on, baby. Come for me."

His hips stutter and she's a goner again, her climax triggering his.

"Shit," he grunts, filling her with his seed. "Pussy's so good."

He's absolutely drained, no energy to lie beside her, so he leans into her back for a while. When he finally musters enough strength to roll to the side, he pulls her into his chest.

"Olivia," he says seriously.

"Hmm," she moans lazily.

"I'm never leaving you again."

She slaps him playfully and they both chuckle.

"Asshole."

"Your asshole," he presses a kiss to her head. "Forever."

They soon slip into a peaceful slumber, both sleeping better than they have in years, wrapped in the embrace of their unconditional loves.