A/N- Inspired by the Marshmelon content from the US Open!

Elliot takes Liv to the US Open as their last official date before he goes undercover. They got together over the summer, post Finbe non-wedding.

Some smut mixed in. ;)

Friday, September 10th, 2021

US Open Men's Semi-final - Novak Djokovic vs. Alexander Zverev

Arthur Ashe Stadium, Flushing, Queens

"Where are our seats?" Olivia asked as she scanned their section with her sunglasses perched on top of her head.

Elliot pulled the tickets out of the pocket of his jacket and squinted. "Row J, seats," he handed the tickets to Olivia, "Can you read what that says? My hands are kinda too full to get my glasses."

She narrowed her eyes at him and took the tickets from his hand. They both couldn't see shit. They were older now, sure, but still the thought of them both needing reading glasses was comical.

"You think I can see that, El?" She scoffed and reached into her purse for her glasses, and put them on. Elliot chuckled at the sight of her having two pairs on her head at the same time. "Seats... 9 and 10." She handed his ticket back to him and held onto hers, and put her glasses back in her purse.

Elliot was excited about spending time with her before he went undercover. Maureen had mentioned to him that she knew someone who could get tickets for the men's semi-final match at the US Open and Elliot jumped at the chance to take Olivia.

The last couple months had been difficult at times, but they were in a good place. They had dinner a few times a week and spent nights together when Noah was at a sleepover. This was their last opportunity for a night out before he left, so he was sure to make it memorable for her.

They walked down the steps and found their row, and exchanged awkward "excuse mes" to scoot past the folks sitting next to them.

"Here we are, 9 and 10." Elliot said excitedly as he sat down and patted the back of Olivia's seat. She sat down in the seat to his left just as Djokovic and Zverev were walking onto the court.

They watched as the players took their places on either side of the net. Olivia put her hand on his shoulder and leaned into him so he could hear her over the cheers from the crowd. "Thank you again for all of this. I'm having a great time." She pulled away and held his gaze for longer than necessary.

The look in her eyes hit him right below the belt, but the last thing he needed while wearing white pants was a raging hard-on, so he tried to focus on watching the match and making sure Olivia was having a good time.

End of Set #1

Elliot had gone and bought them each drinks once the match got underway. A beer for himself and a glass of red wine for her. She had insisted on buying the first round, but he wasn't going to let her pay for anything. He wanted to spoil her as much as he could.

Olivia was actually enjoying herself. Elliot coached her about the player's stats in between games, and Olivia was impressed at how much he knew about tennis.

The first set ended in just under 40 minutes. Just as it was over, Elliot downed the rest of his beer and glanced at his phone to check the time. "Come with me, I wanna show you something." He tapped Olivia's knee twice and stood up.

She looked up at him, confused. He looked like a giddy little kid. "Where are we going?" She pointed down to the court. "Don't you wanna watch the second set?"

He looked down at her. "I got something better we can watch for a little while. Do you trust me?"

"I guess," she said, jokingly.

"Then humor me, would you Liv? I promise it'll be worth it. And grab your purse. You're gonna want your phone."

She bent over to retrieve her purse from underneath her seat and he got an eyeful of her cleavage. She looked good. Her long floral dress accentuated her waist and the sleeves came to just above her elbows. The print and the colors of the dress complemented her olive skin so beautifully. She was radiant.

When she looked up at Elliot, she caught him staring and he shot her a "sorry, not sorry" look. She didn't seem to mind, though. She couldn't help but stare at him either. As soon as she saw him in his white pants and white waffle knit shirt and beige suede jacket that made him look like a fucking model for Ralph Lauren themselves, she felt a rush of heat course through her body. She wanted him, but knew they'd have to sit through a long tennis match first.

He held out his hand to help her stand up and she took it, giving it a firm squeeze. She followed him as they made their way out of their section and back towards the outer part of the stadium by the concessions.

"El, will you please tell me where we're going?"

He turned to look at her and took her hand. "Just walk, Liv."

They started walking hand-in-hand, with Elliot to her left, from their section on the east side of the stadium to the west side. After a few minutes, they began to see people standing by the railing where it was open to the outside.

Elliot slowed them down and tugged on her arm, and pointed over to their right. "Look."

She turned her head and inhaled sharply. Beyond the cars in the parking lot and the sea of trees was the breathtaking sunset just above the Manhattan skyline. The sun cast a warm yellow hue amongst the sparse clouds and they could see the Empire State Building to the far left. The sight was something out of a postcard.

"Oh my gosh, that's so beautiful," she sighed.

"I told you to trust me," he said, squeezing her hand. She turned to look back at him, and he smiled and cocked his head toward the railing. "C'mon."

They walked over to the railing and he stood behind her, putting his arms around her waist. "This okay?"

"Mmhmm."

In the beginning, she was hesitant about PDA when it came to Elliot, but as time went on, she realized just how right it felt. Being with him made her feel young again. Brought her right back to being that junior detective who fell in love with her partner.

Olivia took out her phone and snapped a few photos as the sun sank lower in the sky. Elliot placed his chin on her right shoulder and she placed her hands on top of his, still around her waist.

"This was definitely worth the walk. You're lucky I'm not wearing that damn boot anymore." They both laughed. "Thank you for showing me this," she whispered.

"I've seen pictures of what the sunset looks like from up here, and I knew I didn't wanna miss seeing it with you."

She didn't respond. He saw her close her eyes and press her lips together. He knew she was sad and still nervous about him leaving, and he would remind her over and over again that he'd come back.

He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and sighed. "I love you, Olivia. I know you're worried about what'll happen when I'm gone. What could happen. But I swear, this isn't me leaving you again. I couldn't leave this. Us. Not after everything we've shared in the last couple months. I'm gonna come back to you. I promise."

"I know. I'm sorry I still get worried. Sometimes I can't help it."

He grabbed her gently by the shoulders and slowly turned her around to face him, and took her hands in his.

"Liv. I will always be sorry for what I did. How badly I hurt you by leaving. But please, please believe me when I tell you that this," he motioned between them, "Is everything I've ever wanted. And the fact that you've forgiven me and let me be a part of your life again in every way means more than I could ever put into words."

She could feel the tears brimming in her eyes, but smiled. "Who knew you were such a softy, Stabler?" she asked in between sniffles. She turned her head towards the sunset then back to him again. "Can we... not talk about this right now? I just wanna enjoy the rest of the night with you."

"Okay." They both turned back around to face the sunset, standing next to each other with his right arm wrapped around her shoulder. He felt her hand on his back, clinging to the material of his jacket as if he'd disappear if she let go. "I'm right here, Liv. I'm right here. I'm sorry I brought it up," he said sincerely. Olivia knew he was scared that he had ruined a moment so special.

"No, you don't have to be sorry," she said reassuringly. They stood in silence for a few moments as the sun disappeared behind the tall buildings in the distance. She could feel his fingers toying with the fabric of her dress right above her bra strap, and another wave of desire hit her right between her legs. She bit her lip, leaned closer to him, and whispered, "I'll still punish you later."

Middle of set #3

They were away from their seats for almost an hour and had missed the entire second set of the match, but the surprise of watching the sunset together was well worth it to Olivia. Elliot, too.

While they walked back, they decided to each get another drink, and Olivia was getting hungry. They had gotten dinner from one of the food stands on the property before they went inside the stadium, but she was craving something sweet. She brought their drinks back to their seats while Elliot went and looked around. She sat down and watched as the third set was already underway, and waited for him.

Elliot found a Ben and Jerry's stand not too far from their section. He knew Olivia's favorite flavor - Triple Caramel Chunk - and smiled when he saw it was one of the choices. He ordered one cup for her and one for himself.

As Elliot was walking back to their seats, he thought about the fact that this was one of the last nights they would spend together before he left.

He wanted to commit all of it to memory. How she looked in that dress (and what she'd look like out of it), every sound she would make when he made love to her when they got back to her apartment, and the feeling of her in his arms as they slept.

She was his home. And he was hers, too.

Olivia smiled when she saw him walking towards her holding the two cups. He handed her hers and she smiled up at him, taking it from his hand. "Have I told you that I love you today?"

"I think you might have. But, it never hurts to say it again," he said while sitting down.

"Okay, well in that case, I love you a lot." She placed her hand on his knee and squeezed lightly. "Thank you."

"Welcome. Anything to make you happy," he said with a wink.

He watched her as she took a spoonful from the cup and felt his dick twitch in his pants as the spoon slowly disappeared into her mouth. It made him think about how it felt to have him inside her mouth. Soft. Wet. Velvety.

She turned her head and saw him staring at her. "Get your mind out of the gutter and just eat," she said, motioning to his untouched cup.

He licked his lips as he took a spoonful of his ice cream and continued to watch the match. It couldn't end soon enough...

Middle of set #4

Olivia was engrossed in the match while Elliot had gone to the bathroom. She checked her phone and realized he had been gone for almost 30 minutes. Of course the cop in her immediately thought something had happened, but she just chalked it up to long bathroom lines.

Suddenly she felt someone kiss the top of her head. She turned around and saw Elliot sitting down in the row behind theirs.

She furrowed her brow. "There you are. What are you doing up there?"

"Enjoying the view," he said, staring at her. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder. "Sorry I was gone for a while. Long lines." He didn't lie, but there was another reason why he was gone that long...

Being in the bathroom made him want to hoist her up on the countertop, taste her, thrust his fingers deep inside of her while she writhed on top of the cold marble. It was all he was able to think about. No way he could focus on the match anymore.

But the multi-stall bathroom was way too risky. And there was no lock on the door. He had walked around after using the bathroom, looking for one with just a single stall, and saw that there was one on the ground level of the stadium.

Perfect, he thought.

He had been sitting next to her for hours without being able to touch her the way she liked. The way he wanted to. And it was slowly killing him. He'd find a way for both of them to get to that bathroom one way or another so he could have his way with her. He needed to bury his face between her legs before they left that fucking place.

He was still sitting behind her while they watched the match, and suggested they take a selfie. Olivia took out her phone and held it out in front of them. He smiled softly and folded his hands in his lap and she made a funny face as she snapped a couple photos.

As he got up and climbed over his seat to sit back down next to her, she stared at the way his shirt clung to his upper body. She was caught off guard when he took off his jacket for the photo, but of course she didn't mind. At all. The man was all muscle and was built like a God.

"You look so handsome," she said as he leaned back and put an arm around the back of her seat. She wished she could tell him that she wanted him to fuck her till she couldn't walk. But she very well couldn't say that while they were surrounded by people.

He smiled and leaned over to her, whispering in her ear so only she could hear him, "You in that dress…I can't wait to get it off of you." His voice was like gravel. The painful throbbing between her legs returned and she could feel the slickness there. Her breathing became heavy. She couldn't sit still. And, like Elliot, she was no longer able to focus on the match.

It was the end of the fourth set now, and they were both not even paying attention. Olivia had left her seat to try and get some fresh air and cool off, but it was a lost cause.

Elliot couldn't get his arousal under control either. He was fully hard now, and held his jacked in his lap so no one would notice the bulge in his pants.

She came back and sat down, and was about to suggest they leave a bit early when she felt Elliot take her hand and rub slow circles with his thumb.

"I have a secret," he whispered.

She turned to him and saw him staring at her with dark eyes. "Oh yeah? Care to enlighten me?" He looked down in his lap as a way to make her look down too. Her eyes moved from his face, down his chest, and to his lap where she saw him move his jacket slightly to the side. She could clearly see his erection and she bit back a moan.

He cleared his throat and whispered to her, "There's a single stall bathroom on the lower level by section 17. I found it before, when I was gone. Maybe…grab your things and meet me there in 15 minutes?" He saw her eyes widen and knew he had rendered her speechless. All she could do was nod in response.

They had never been so bold in public, but she didn't give a shit anymore. Every time they were together, all of her hidden desires were brought to the surface, and he unleashed something in her that surprised both of them.

He got up and carefully held his jacket in front of him, still hiding his erection from the thousands of people surrounding them. He bent down so she could hear him. "I'll see you in a few," he said stoically. "Knock three times."

She watched him as he walked away.

Elliot made his way to the bathroom and was thankful that there weren't any people around. He figured everyone was inside the arena, glued to the final set of the match.

He walked inside and locked the door. There was a wide countertop to the left of the door, wide enough for Olivia to sit, and the bathroom itself was big. Echoey. Olivia would have to try and keep quiet, but he knew it was going to be difficult for her. She could never stay quiet with him.

A few more minutes went by and he heard three knocks on the door. He walked over to unlock it.

"Come in, Olivia," he said softly.

She opened the door and locked in behind her, and saw him walking backwards towards the counter. He stood in front of it, facing her while she walked toward him, never breaking eye contact.

Once they were standing in front of each other, she leaned in and ghosted her lips over his once. She pulled away to say something, but before she could, he grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him, and kissed her hard.

He was like an animal, ready to devour her. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth, allowing her access. He groaned into her mouth as he reached between them, lifting up the fabric of her dress with both hands and finding her soaking wet panties.

He broke the kiss, but began kissing his way up her jaw towards her ear. "So fucking wet for me," he whispered in that low tone that overwhelmed her. His fingers slid up and down her silk covered slit and she moaned quietly.

He moved his hands away when he felt her grab his shoulders. She placed open-mouth kisses on his chest, in the space where the buttons on his shirt were undone. "You think I could see you looking like that" she kissed his chest again, "and not immediately get turned on?" And again. "Jesus, El."

She moved back up to kiss his lips while she untucked his shirt from his pants and slid her hands underneath, teasing his nipples with her thumbs. He squeezed her breasts lightly before moving down to her waist, lifting her up onto the counter and never breaking the kiss.

"Tell me what you want…" he said between kisses. "What you need…"

"Need your.. your fingers, El," she begged.

"I'll do you one better..." He placed another passionate kiss on her lips, then moved to her jaw, then her neck, all while lifting the front of her dress up, "I need to taste you."

He lifted her up slightly so she could shimmy out of her panties. She tossed them on top of his jacket that was laying on the counter next to her. The bottom of her dress was bunched up in her lap and she saw Elliot kneel down on the floor so he was eye level with her aching core.

He could see her juices dripping out of her and pooling onto the counter beneath her. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her closer to him until she was sitting on the edge.

"Elliot please just…now." She was trembling in anticipation, and the thought of someone hearing them turned her on even more.

He parted her lips with his tongue, teasing her entrance and lapping up everything she had to offer. "You taste so fucking good, Liv." he mumbled against her. "Fuck."

Her hand moved to his head, but she groaned when she remembered that he was bald now. There was no hair for her to grab onto. She dug her nails into his scalp and gripped the side of the counter with her other hand.

She let out a high pitched cry as he licked his way up to her clit. "Easy, Liv. I got you. Just try to relax." He moved one hand away from her thigh and slowly pressed one finger inside of her. She immediately gripped onto it like a vice. "So tight Olivia. Christ."

Her whimpers spurred him on as he added a second finger, stretching her even more. She fisted the material of her dress so tightly that her knuckles turned white. "Faster, El. Make me come."

He looked up at her as he started moving his fingers faster. "Is that an order, Captain?"

"Uh huh. Just like that...please..." Her body was on fire and she was starting to shake hard. Her walls tightened around his fingers, pulling them in further as if she would die if he removed them. She was close. So fucking close. And the added stimulation of his facial hair lightly brushing against her clit was sending her into overdrive.

Her quiet moans became more high pitched as his lips wrapped around her clit. He heard her gasp for air as he sucked harder, and harder, and harder until finally, the dam broke. She screamed his name, unable to contain her pleasure.

He removed his fingers gently and licked his way from her entrance to her clit once more as she continued to ride out her orgasm.

He moved his mouth to her inner thighs, peppering her with light kisses. "Damn, Liv."

"El that was...holy shit." She was still trying to control her breathing.

He came up from underneath her dress, his fingers still coated in her. He took his middle finger in his mouth, sucking and licking off every drop with his tongue, and then brought his index finger to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around it, tasting herself, and let out one last satisfied moan.

Still sucking slowly on his finger, she ran her hand atop his pants along his erection, but he reached down and quickly moved it away. He was going to lose all control if she continued.

They needed to get the hell out and fast or else he wouldn't put it past himself to fuck her right there in the bathroom.

She released his finger and kissed him slowly, still tasting herself. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss as he helped her down from the counter.

He pulled away and looked at her. Her face was still flushed, her forehead glistening. "You are so beautiful." He kissed the end of her nose.

She bit her lip and ran her fingers over the buttons of his shirt. "Whatta ya say...we get outta here and spend some time in the backseat of the car."

"Hmmm." He was hard as marble at this point and was going to suggest the same thing. "I think that's a really good idea."

She kissed his cheek. "Okay. Lemme just…" she said, pointing towards the toilet.

"Oh, yeah. I'll uh...I'll be right outside." He handed her her panties, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the bathroom.

He waited for her by the exit of the stadium, thankful that the match was still going on so they still had some privacy. He smiled as he saw her walking towards him. She was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen and he was going to go crazy without her for a few months.

She walked up to him and took his hand, and they walked back to the car.

Olivia was about to open the door to the backseat when she saw that Elliot's eyes were glossed over. "El, what's wrong?"

He looked away momentarily, trying to find the right words to express just how much this night meant to him. "I love you," he whispered. "I had so much fun tonight."

She was eager to get into the car. To pick up where they left off in the bathroom. But she understood that he wanted to be serious for a minute. "I love you, too. Thank you again. It was...perfect," she said smiling, recalling all of the details of their evening. "And it's not over yet."

He pulled her into his arms and rubbed her back as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. "I was just thinking of how much I'm going to miss you while we're apart." He paused for a moment, and pulled back to look at her. He cupped her face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I miss you already."

She kissed him back and then echoed the same words he said to her while they were watching the sunset. When she was clinging to him, desperately trying to hold onto him for dear life. "I'm right here, El. I'm right here." Her expression quickly changed from soft to seductive, silently telling him that she was tabling the conversation for the moment. "And I'm gonna make the rest of the night worth it to you. That you can count on."

She opened the car door and they both crawled inside. No one was around, and they were thankful for the tinted windows in Elliot's backseat. He took off his shirt and his pants while she lifted her dress up and over her head.

Once all of their clothes were shed, he hovered over her while she laid down and his lips were on hers immediately in a fiery kiss. He took one hand and rubbed her gently, smiling against her lips as he felt how ready she was for him. He slowly pushed himself inside of her until he was filling her completely. The car was filled with the sounds of his hips slamming into hers and her moans that became louder the closer she got to her climax. He felt her walls tighten around his cock as he spilled himself inside of her, both letting go at the same time.

They held each other afterwards as they were both coming down from their highs. He kissed her forehead, her lips, and her neck as he whispered words of love to her.

He reminded her that for the rest of their lives they'd always be right there for each other.

No time spent apart would ever change that again.

END.