A/N Your reviews really are the best. I wasn't sure people would like this story but here we are 3 Things are finally heating up for Olivia and Elliot ;)

As she sits at his kitchen island sipping on what she thinks is the most perfectly brewed cup of coffee, she's scared to think that maybe she can get used to this. She lost the sweats he gave her a while ago and only sports one of his t shirts and a bun that's barely contained by one of the small hair ties Katie has.

His back is turned to her as he whips up a quick breakfast for them both before she's got to get back upstairs to her place to wait on Ophelia to return home from her fathers. The radio plays in the background, just the general hits sound through the room, and he hums along to the song playing.

"Join me?" He turns around with two plates in his hands filled with toast, bacon, and eggs. He doesn't wait for her to follow him though. She hopped to her feet and grabbed his steaming cup of coffee he left behind to meet him on the terrace he was lucky enough to have.

The perfect amount of warmth surrounds them on this September morning. His terrace is a slice of heaven in all its greenery. There's a garden full of herbs that lines the east wall and a mixture of plants and flowers that fills the rest. There's oregano, mint, rosemary, some lavender, and her favorite flower of all- peonies. In an instant she can imagine lazy mornings here on the weekends just like this. They will sneak out of bed just as the sun woke up and manage to at least make a cup of coffee to enjoy outside with one another before the girls woke up. She'll be out here just like this in one of his shirts sitting across from him, debating on what herb to use for dinner that evening.

"I'm starting to regret not getting a ground floor apartment," she tilted her head back so that the sun could warm her face. "The balcony is nice but this is heaven. I had no clue you had a green thumb," she finally looks over at him before digging into the meal he's made for her.

"I don't," he laughs lightly and takes a look around. "It's my mother who does. She comes and tends to it every few days. Katie helps and over waters the plants for her," he looks over in the direction of the baby's breath. "Katie picked those out. They're her favorite for some reason," his eyes roam back to her and the light in his eyes is admirable. "Maybe Ophelia can come by and help next week?"

"She would love that," her face softens. "Are Katie and your mom close?"

"Attached at the hip. My mother only lives about a 20 minute walk away. She's here a few times a week," he takes a sip from his mug and sneaks a glance at her. There's something there. Sadness maybe? He can't place it. "What about you? Your mother? I haven't heard you talk about her," and that's it right there.

"Remember I said it's a long story about why I became a sexual assault nurse? Yeah well, it's not actually that long," she clears her throat and pushes her plate away from her. If she was going to question him it was only fair he got to do the same. Especially if they were all in this relationship.

"Olivia, you don't have to-"

"No I um, I want to," she makes eye contact with him and offers him a despondent smile. "Her name was Serena. I want to say we were close but it turns out that's just what I kept hoping for," she sighs when he reaches to knit his fingers loosely with hers and uses the pad of his thumb to run across her hand. "I was only born because my biological father raped my mother, and she made sure I knew that pretty much everyday of my life."

"Liv…" his voice breaks through its sudden hoarseness. He tries his best to hide the grief in his face.

"Yeah," she laughs bitterly. "She drank a lot. Even ran at me with the end of a broken vodka bottle she had thrown at me," she finds the strength to look back up at him and she can't handle the redness in his eyes. Normally it was her who could barely get through this story. "She died after she fell down a flight of stairs about ten years ago," she inhaled deeply and released it slowly. She got through it. It had been years since she had to open up about it. Olivia thinks the last person she told was David.

"I'm- God, I'm so sorry Olivia," he squeezes her hand and reaches to grab her chair to bring her closer to him. "I don't care what she ever said about you. You're good enough and you're an amazing mother," he kissed the inside of her palm and brought her hand to his heart. "Thank you for sharing that with me," and it's that part that takes her breath away. He's just so fucking perfect and she doesn't know how the hell she got this lucky.

"Yeah well," the nervous laughter comes back. "I'm glad to hear I'm doing something right these days."

"You've got a beautiful little girl and now a man who's insanely obsessed with you. So I would say you're doing just fine," she's grinning like a fool and she thinks she's officially falling in love with him.

….

Time had gotten the best of her and before she knew it she only had 15 minutes before David would be bringing Ophelia home. This is one of those moments she knows that having Elliot so close by is dangerous. There's no reason to rush anywhere when home was so close by- except for today. Yesterday's makeup is hanging on for dear life and her hair is a greasy mess. It's a little too obvious she hasn't stayed at home last night and she needs to wash the remnants of Elliot off of her (sadly).

The cologne he wore clings to her skin and along with whatever fabric softener he uses on his sheets. Her scalp is slightly tender from the soft tugs his fingers did to the roots of her head when he angled her lips up to him. The warmth of his body still lingers on her and she hates she has to wash away last night so soon. But she remembers it's far from the last.

Olivia is freshly showered and changed into her own clothes, another dress of hers but a lot less formal. It's a plain blush color that flows almost to her ankles and covers the few love bites Elliot had left near her breast. She had warned him but they both had gotten carried away and she wasn't mad about it. Her hair is still wet and she lets it air dry while she waits patiently for the knock on her door.

It comes as soon as she checks the clock again and she's quick to open it and scoop her little one into her arms who nearly jumps from her fathers arms. It never gets old seeing how excited her baby is to see her again even though it's only been a few days. The love she feels from her daughter is unmatched.

"Hi baby!" Ophelia wraps her legs around her hips and holds on around her neck. She's almost too big to be held like this but she soaks it in as much as she can.

"Hi mommy! Guess what?" Her chocolate eyes brighten and she can barely keep still in her arms.

"What?" Olivia snuggles nose to nose with her and kisses the tip of it.

"Gigi and daddy are havin' a baby!"

"Opie," David sighed heavily and Olivia watched the color completely drain from his face. It's almost as if he's embarrassed at the news dropping this way. How the hell else did he think this was going to go if he let their five year old daughter know before her?

"Oh," is all Olivia can cough up. She feels like the ground has disappeared beneath her. Every breath has expelled from her body and it feels like her heart just shattered into a million pieces. This is it. They're really moving on and he's gone out and started another family that did include her.

"I'm sorry Liv. I was gonna tell you myself," it's the first time in the last year she's felt like it was a genuine apology from him.

"Well um, I'm happy for you. Congratulations," she lies. It's one thing to move on with his secretary but another to have a baby with her. She thinks she's going to be sick. "Ophelia, say goodbye to your daddy," she places her daughter on her feet and excuses herself to the kitchen for a moment.

"You're gonna be such a great big sister you know that?" She overheard David telling their daughter and she bites so hard on her lower lip she thinks it will begin to bleed.

Finally she hears the door close and she takes a deep breath before going to make sure both locks were in place. Ophelia is giddy as ever and pays her no mind. She's grateful for the reprieve and gives herself a minute to get her shit together.

More deep breaths and the thought of a delicious glass of wine from the bottle Elliot had sent her home with from last night steadys her. She thinks about calling him. He would be a nice distraction from it all. His voice alone would calm her. He would add that extra softness to his voice that would convince her that everything was going to be okay.

But she decides not to.

He's already got enough on his plate. The last thing he needs is her baggage added on.

….

It shouldn't have bothered her this much. It's been a week since she found out Giselle was pregnant, but it left a bitter taste in her mouth. How could he have moved on so fast?

It triggers her a lot more than she expected and she hates how much it's affected her. She's happy and exploring her relationship with Elliot. Both of their arms are open wide and ready to dive head first into these feelings they have for one another. She's over the moon about him but this hurts.

Olivia found herself once again pulling it back together for Ophelia. She's excited about being a big sister and she's not going to steal that joy from her. So she will carry on and smile for her if it means she stays happy throughout all these big changes.

At least while she's around her.

"What's up with you?" Elliot asks softly as he sits across from her on the sofa of her apartment. His back is against the arm rest and he sips on a glass of wine he had brought over for her. It was Saturday night and they had just gotten back from a long day in the city. The girls had gone to the museum and then a movie. They were out like a light within the first half hour after they got back to Olivia's.

"What do you mean?" She plays it off but not well.

"I just feel like you haven't really been yourself this week. Something happen at work?" She almost cried right there. He understood the work she did more than anyone else in her life. He was attentive and always checked in with her when she mentioned a hard case and she did the same for him. "David being an asshole to you again?" He asks when she doesn't answer his first question.

"No it's…" she choked on those two words already. Before she can stutter to finish her sentence his drink is abandoned on the coffee table and he's pulling her towards him in an instant. Her back is to his chest and he wraps his arms around her so she's flush against him. She brings her hands to his forearms that cross around her and brushes her fingers along them for comfort.

"I feel silly," she exhaled and rested her head against his shoulder. He placed a kiss on her temple and waited patiently for her to continue. "David is having another baby," she finally gets it out and it's the first time she's said it out loud to anyone. The last time a baby was announced it was hers.

"That's big news," he adds and keeps his answer to a minimum to get a feel on her emotions about this. Being a girl dad had taught him a lot. Patience and listening had been a big one.

"I knew eventually we both would move on, get married to other people maybe, give Ophelia more siblings one day just not this soon," she finally releases the tears she was fighting so hard to hold back all week. Olivia tried to stay strong for her daughter but everyday just got tougher. "I didn't expect to feel so devastated, you know?" She feels him try to hold her even closer. It helps. "We struggled to conceive Ophelia and after trying again two years later it just never happened for us."

"Liv," he sighs and buries his face into her hair. "It's not silly. What you're going through, it's hard and it's going to be for a while but I'm here if you'll let me be," she feels him kiss her head and it makes her tears fall a little faster. It feels good to be loved again after all this time. "What can I do for you?" And that's her undoing. Those words are her green light. It's the universe giving her the sign that Elliot is a good man. These past three weeks have felt like three years. There's no way they've come this far in a matter of weeks.

"Be here just like this," she tilts her head the furthest it can go and he meets her instantly for a quick kiss to her lips that are slightly swollen from her biting her lower one. "Keep your promise from last week," she leans to kiss him again.

Promise you won't hurt me.

Her eyes speak for her as they plead with him and he wishes he could leap into the future. Show her the love he's going to build between the two of them. They'll pile into his apartment so she'll get a chance to learn how to garden from his mother. The girls would share a room and their dog would sleep with them, even though Olivia is completely against it. It would be routine to walk the girls to school in the morning before going their separate ways for the day. They would face the horrors of the city alone but always be there for one another at the end of the day. But eventually that apartment would grow to be too small for them. Their family will grow and it will be unexpected. He won't pressure her to give him anything. This will be all the universes doing. What is meant to be will be.

She notices the change in his eyes. His blue deepened to something she can't quite figure out. There's compassion there coupled with a word she knows is too soon to say out loud but they both have felt it since they sat across from one another at that bar last week. There were promises made to one another with the intent of building this relationship between one another. It's petrifying. Giving each other so much and so soon but it feels like she's exactly where she's meant to be.

"I'll do anything to keep it," she feels him whisper against her hair.

"And keep bringing me delicious wine," she tries to ease the heaviness of their conversation. He tugged on her outer thigh and pulled it over him so she straddled his waist. His hands find their way at her hips again like they did a week ago except this time they grab ahold of her ass and caress her softly- up her back and back down again. Her hands caress the sides of his face and feel his stubble that he's let grow out these last few days.

"Olivia," he kissed her softly on her wine stained lips. "Let me make you feel good," the words strain from his throat. He's fucking struggling. It's taking every ounce of restraint to remain a gentleman these past few weeks but he's got to do something to shut off the ache in his pants.

She hummed against his lips and parted hers to give his better access to her mouth. It's when she feels his tongue lick along her lower lip before entering her that her hips finally make contact with the growing bulge in his pants. She finally feels how turned on he is by her and all she's done is kiss him a little.

They're doomed.

"How's that?" She pulled back and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Let me taste you," a kiss. "See how wet you are for me," another kiss. "Feel how tight you are," she feels a hand of his slide from the curve of her hip to run his fingers along the thin cotton of her leggings that barely created a barrier between him and her heated core. Her hips rock with a mind of their own and his palm cups her there. The tips of his fingers trace the entrance of her sex and she's a breathless mess in his hands.

"Yeah," she damn near whimpers. He's kissing her like his life depends on it- desperately like every kiss adds a day onto his life. His body pushes her to fall onto her back and she's finally got him on top of her like she had wanted last weekend. They were trying to behave but fuck that. He wants to please her and god dammit she's letting him.

His hips are a perfect fit between her thighs that rest against his. He tugged on the waist line of her leggings and tried to get her to lift her hips but she looked up like she's trying to see behind her.

"The girls-"

"Are asleep," he shushes her and she's shit at putting up a fight as she complied and let him toss her pants onto the floor. "You always wear these?" His index toys with the lace of her black thong.

"Mainly for you now," she's unforgiving with her answer and she watches him struggle with control when he briefly closes his eyes and exhales a sharp breath. "Take them off," she states simply and he helps her lose those too.

Call him biased but she's fucking perfect. Her pussy glistens and he hasn't even touched her yet. She's a menace when she opens her legs wider for him and cups her breasts with her hands. She's aching for him to touch her.

A satisfied sigh leaves her when his lips connect with the tanned skin of her inner thighs. He kissed his way up one and gave attention to the other once he was a kiss away from exactly where she needed him. His hands splay at her hips and he's got one knee bent on the couch, while the other supports him on the ground. Her hips agonize beneath him and he can't take torturing her anymore.

Finally his lips and his tongue make contact with her- a series of fucks and God, El, leave her lips when he suckles on her clit. Her hips grind against him, his nose is buried deeper into her and he thinks how the hell was he going to wait any longer to do this? Her sex tastes exactly like he had imagined. She's sweet and fucking mesmerizing with how fast her body responds to his mouth on her.

Her breath catches when he slips a finger inside of her while his tongue still works and he feels her tense under him. He pauses.

"Liv?" He looks up at her above him watching her chest rise rapidly and her heavy eyes meet him.

"I'm okay it's just..been a while," she sighs and her hand comes down and runs over his cropped hair. "I'm fine-"

"Olivia," he used her full name and removed his finger that was nestled inside of her.

"Elliot, I'm fine, just go slow. It feels good," she reassured him. A smile washes over her sated face and nods. He takes her word and is back between her thighs to pick up where he left off except this time he makes sure to run his fingers over her pussy to spread her wetness for extra lubricant.

She deserves to feel good and dammit he's gonna make sure that happens. A woman this beautiful shouldn't have to wait a while for anything, including an orgasm.

"Ooooh," she moans when he enters her for the second time and it's feels fucking amazing. He's a good lover, he's attentive to her needs, and is working overtime to make sure she's the one who feels good.

His lips are back on hers to help stifle her moans that she's having a hard time controlling. He should've known better that she wasn't a quiet one. He nips and suckles at her bottom lip as his finger thrusts in and out of her. The room is full of heavy breathing and the slick sound of him filling her over and over again.

He kissed down her neck and between the valley of her breasts that are still covered by the tank top she wore. His free hand yanked her top down along with her bra to free her left breast. He laps his tongue around her nipple and it earns another gasp from her. He's learning quickly what she likes and he can't wait to make her feel like this again and again.

He continues his way back to where he started and finds his mouth back on her while he slips another finger inside of her. That does it.

"That feels so fucking good. Right there," she cried when he hooked her knee over his shoulder and opened her up more to him. This new position hits the perfect spot and she's so close. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth and her hips grind against his tongue that's unforgiving against her clit.

"You're close," he says her exact thought as he looks up at her and grins that cocky little smirk of his. He moves back up and rests his elbow beside her so she's completely caved in by him. She looks at him with those muddy brown eyes and flushed cheeks as she squeezes at her breast and bucks against his hips. Her lips are swollen as she bites down on them and her eyebrows meet together.

"You're getting so tight," he kissed her and she could taste herself on him. "So perfect," he bit lightly on her bottom lip and pulled it until it popped back into place. "I wanna watch when you come around my fingers," his thumbs finds its place on her clit and gently circles in tandem with the pace of his fingers. He's watching her hang on as she can but the added pressure is all too much.

"I'm about to come-"

"I know. Just let go," he coaxed her on and she's like putty in his hands when her body begins to tremble. Her hips fuck his fingers vigorously and he fucking prays that next time it's his dick she comes on. He feels the remnants of her orgasm cover his two fingers and he's quick to kiss her in an attempt to quiet her screams. Her body still jolts as the aftershocks run through her and he finally pulls out to ease off of her while she tries to recover herself.

She looks freshly fucked with her hair in disarray all over her head and her forehead covered in a sheen of sweat. Sex looks good on her and he's aching to be inside of her. He realizes now he's in so much trouble because there would be no going back after this.

"You're good at that you know," she manages to laugh a little and makes him smile.

"Means it'll only get better from here," he nuzzles his nose against hers and steals another kiss from her.

"Let me return the favor?" She surprises him when her hand rubs along the granite in his pants and his eyes snap shut. One more swipe like that and he's pretty sure these pants would be ruined already.

"Trust me I want you to but the next time I ever come, I'd like it to be inside of you," she gulps at her dry throat and if the girls weren't here she would make sure that happened for him. But based on what just happened she knows nothing about their first time will be quiet and she'd rather scream his name freely.

"I'll make sure of that," she breathes and nudges him off of her. "I need a shower," her voice insinuates she wants him to join her and he's immediately shaking his head no.

"No fucking way I'm going into a glass box with you naked and wet," they both chuckle and he's off her to help her sit up. "I'm gonna go take care of this," he refers to the blue balls he's facing. "You shower- I'll be back in 15," another perk of being in the same building.

"Bring me back some leftovers?" She slipped her underwear back on. Her request makes his face feel warm and his heart giddy. He had mentioned his mother had cooked lasagna for them last night and how amazing it had been. Maybe next time her and Ophelia would be around to try it fresh out of the oven.

"I'll even bring extra," he reaches to grab the side of her neck gently and brings her lips to his. He kisses her slowly and when he feels her tongue against his lip he pulls away quickly. There's about an ounce left of restraint within him.

"Go," he shoos her away to go shower and he hurries downstairs to get a cold shower himself.

She was going to be the fucking death of him.