Breaking away from her and standing up, he reached down to pull her up from the couch. Interlocking their fingers, he talked her into his room. Letting go of her hand, he went to his draws finding his favourite marines t-shirt and passed it to her. He knows that it would not hit her mid-thigh, but it would be about the most coverage that she would get from any t-shirt of his. Walking into his bathroom, opening the bottom draw, he pulled a purple toothbrush from the pack he had in there, placing it in the holder next to his. It also felt like he was staking her claim in his space. He wanted and needed her to know that she was welcome in his home.

Walking out to the kitchen, Elliott grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and picked up their phones from the coffee table. As he walked back into the room, he turned off the overhead light. Walking to his side of the bed, he plugged in Olivia's phone, so it could charge in case Noah called and turned on his bedside lamp, which cast a soft glow over the room. Elliott was placing the water's down on his side table. When the bathroom door opened and Olivia walked out in his t-shirt with miles of her tanned legs on display, he just watched as she bent over to put her folded clothes on the chair in the corner of the room, he caught a glimpse of pale pink lace peeking out from under his t-shirt. "You are going to fucking kill me, Olivia Benson". HE saw her look over her shoulder as he stood at the door and slowly smile at him, knowing that he was looking directly at her ass. He said as he closed the bathroom door. Using the toilet and brushing his teeth, placing his toothbrush next to hers now felt so domestic that it made him smile.

"Thanks for bringing in my phone. It will only go off if it is Lucy, Fin or the precinct. As Fin is on call the weekend, it should all be fine." Elliott pulled back the sheets and went to get in. "You can take the pants off El, I think I hold myself back. You do know that I know what consent is?". She said to him. "I thought you wanted to thank then the inventor of grey sweat pants earlier". "Yes, I did. I now want to thanks the inventor of boxer briefs. You will not be comfortable in your sweats, El. Take them off. I am fine. I promise". He was pulling his sweats down as Olivia's eyes stayed focused on them the whole way down, as they exposed this h toned legs. "So you didn't miss leg days either". "What do you mean". He looked at her as he got into the bed and turned off the light looking at her. He was able to see as he left the hall light on when he came back from the kitchen. "You look like you could bench press me, El, you were always…fit". She took her time searching for the most accurate word. "Now you are like fuck I don't even have a word for it". No matter how many times she heard, his laugh it always put a smile on her face. "Since I saw you, you have been even bigger than you were before you left. But my memory like yours was always fleeting; I was never allowed to stare openly".

Take your shirt off, El". So much for slow he through. "What happened to taking this slow, Liv?". "Slow is still there. I also think this has been in the making for a long time. Can we agree to keep our underwear on and hands north of the border. Do you think you can handle that?". Elliott thought over her proposition and answered by removing his top then moving down into the bed as she did the same. "So are you the big spoon or little spoon", He asked as he rolled towards her in the bed. "Honestly, I don't know anymore. It has been that long, but right now, I am happy here". Came the honest reply as she reached out and touched his cheek.

"Liv, how long has it been?". He prodded gently. "About 4-years after Tucker and I broke up, there was someone else, but we were best friends. I thought it might lead to something else, but we never crossed that line, and we are both happy with that choice. I guess I didn't want to put myself or Noah through another breakup again", She said almost sadly.

"I have not been with anyone other than Kathy since I was 17". "Oh, I thought that you and Dani had when you were separated". Olivia asked, unsure if she was posing it as a question or a statement to him. "No, it never went that far. With Dani, it was a drunk kiss, and it was never anything more than that. I went to a few dates when Kathy and I separated, but nothing ever came of anything".

"Did you ever think to ask me out when you and Kathy separated?". She asked finally after all of these years of wondering. "I wanted to wait until the divorce was final before I considered asking you out. We had so much to lose back then I wanted to be sure about it". She nodded, listening to his answer. Olivia understood where the logic came from, but it wasn't what she wanted at the time. "I came in to tell Cragen that I was back, and you were at my desk looking over her shoulder. The two of you looked so close. I didn't quite know what to do with it. Cragen asked when I was coming back, and after I saw the two of you, I told him I need some more time before I came back".

Changing the topic, Olivia asked, "What did your kids say when you went downstairs with them".Eliott smiled, thinking of what his kids had said. "Eli said you were friendly, and he wished that he remembered you from when he was little. Mo said, if I take a swing, I need to wake sure I don't miss. Lizzie said she was happy that you made me smile again. Dickie said he would ask me the question from the integration room next time he sees me to see if the answer is the same.' At that one, Olivia laughed at Dickies inappropriateness. My Katie girl said love looks good on me".

"Do you think losing Kathy has brought you closer to your kids?'. "Yeah, I do. I think we have banded together. I hear from them at least once a day in a text and have a call from at least one of them every other day to talk about mundane things. I also call them just to take. I guess I always have been closer to Kathleen, and that has not changed. If anything, we are closer than we had ever been. We seem to get each other. She had asked me not long after Kathy died would I want to be with you know if it was an option. I told her yes, if you would have me and that I had always loved you more than I should have".

Olivia reached forward, running her hand over his chest and letting it rest over his heart, should feel it picking up pace as she touched him. "I love you, El. I need you to know that". Without responding, he leant into her and gave her a chaste kiss, separating as he said her name. "Liv". Her eyes still closed, she responded, "hmmm". "Rollover Liv, I want to hold you. If you want to lose the t-shirt, I would not be disappointed"." Is that so", She said laughing while she turned around and moved her body back to be flush against his. Elliott ran his hand over her torso and rested it just under her breast, and he didn't want to push the point. He pulled her back towards him. "I love you, Liv", he almost whispered into her heir. "I love you to El". Her slow response came on a content exhale. They were both lost in thought, and their breathing evened out, and they each drifted off to sleep.

Olivia woke in the early hours of the morning to a hand gently alternating between kneading her breast and gently pinching her nipple. It was a delicious way to be woken up, but it had been so long that she woke confused. Olivia took a deep breath, instantly knowing who owned the large hand. Even in her tired state, she could tell the distinct smell Elliott had anywhere. It was a mix of his soap, aftershave, deodorant, and a unique scent that was all Elliott. He must have been asleep and sought her out. He was softly talking, and she could make out her name.

With as little movement that she could, she removed his t-shirt that has bunched up over her breast. Olivia wanted to feel the skin to skin contact of their bodies. The feel of his warm chest against her back did nothing to curb the desire rising in her. She wanted him to touch her, and she didn't want him to stop. The movement from taking her top off mush have been just enough to make his start to stir. Olivia felt the moment he became conscious enough to realise that he has hold of her breast in her, and she lightly laughed when he tried to pull it away. "It is a bit late to stop now, El". She quietly said to him.

Elliot groaned into her hair. They both felt his cock start to stir behind her starting to press into her ass. She pushed her hips back against him, pulling another groan from him. "Liv, where did your top go," he asked as his hand started to roam across his naked torso. "I don't know, and it fell off." Came the cheeky response. "I took it off before I wanted to feel your skin against mine". She answered him honestly this time. "That explains my hard-on then Liv, that is all on you. I can not be responsible for my bodies natural reaction to you". "I can live with that, El.' She said while this time slowly rubbing her ass against his hardening dick. "Liv, you have to stop that". "Why, what are you going to do if I don't." her response cane it a voice deeper then usual and he loved it.

"Do you want to know, Liv"? She could hear the smile and challenge in his voice. "I think I do want to know El". She said while rolling her hips against his cock again, this time. He was hard this time, and she could feel him setting in tight against her ass. Gently pushing forward against her ass, he also pinched her nipple. Hearing her the sharp intake of breath and moan, she let out he pinched her nipple for the second time. "Fuck". Olivia responded, pushing her ass against him again.

"I am not kidding, Olivia". He growled in her ear as his hand slowly from her nipple down her stomach, just the tips of his fingers touching the soft skin. When he felt a scar, he just kept moving, choosing to ignore it—knowing that it made no difference to him, in the same way, that his scars would make no difference to her. Fingers trailing over her navel, he felt her take a deep breath in trying to calm herself.

Moving lower, he started to tease at the top of her panties. "I would have expected black lace, not pink for some reason", he said in her ear as she again rolled her ass against him, making him buck against her. "I am full of surprises". "That you are, Liv. If you want me to stop, tell me". "I know EL, nut if you stop now, I think I will shoot you". He took that as the go-ahead to run his fingers over her mons and down her lips. He could feel that she was wet through her panties. Increasing the pressure of his fingers pushing her panties between her lips and causing them to graze her clit. She was moaning at the contact. When he hit the right spot, she let out a moan from deep in her throat." Right there, El, a little harder". She gave as gentle instruction as he increased the pressure.

Knowing it wasn't going to take her long to finish against his fingers. "El, don't stop, I am so close". Continuing, the same pace, his fingers were sliding smoother against the lace as it pressed harder against her. "I wish you did not have these on, Liv," he said, wanting to be able to glide his fingers all over her and into her. Using the words from earlier, "Rules are Rules Elliott",. Laughing at her last comment, he increased his speed against her clit a bit more and savoured the hitch in her breathing, and it was almost coming out as a sigh now.

With the last few circles with his fingers, Olivia came against his hand. Opening her mouth, she moaned through her release. Elliott's fingers were working her through until the end, decreasing the pressure as he went. His fingers were covered in with her; taking them to his mouth, he licked them clean. At the first taste of her, he felt overwhelmed. She tasted amazing, sweet like honey and salty at the same time. Turning around in his arms, she kissed him as if she would die if she didn't. Tasting herself on his tongue, she kissed him with every ounce of passion she had in her, and it felt like they didn't come up for hours.

Pushing her body into his rolling him onto his back as she did, Olivia took control of the situation, moving her leg over him to straddle herself over his cock. She knew it wouldn't take long for her wetness to cover him through his boxer briefs. While still kissing him, moving her hips against him slowly, as he ran his hands over her bareback and around her sides. Sitting upon him, she continued to slowly grind herself against his cock. Elliott graned at the contact against himself. While running his hands up to touch her breast, leaning up capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, he sucked it until she bucked against him. Leaning back down, she recaptured his mouth biting his lip.

He was pushing himself against her wetness to maximise their contact and to pick up the pace. He could barely think straight, why he was about to come from what was dry humping, almost as if they were teenagers. Moving his hands to the top of her back, he slowly ran them down until he had a cheek of her ass in each hand and drove his cock against her speeding up with each upward thrust. They were both struggling to get air in. Within the next minute, Olivia was already on edge again. "Fuck Liv", came the grown deep from his throat. His voice was gravelly and the deepest she had ever heard it. She followed him over the edge kissing his as she came again.

Moving off Elliott, she moved to rest her head on his chest when his arm came around and started to draw patterns on her back lazily. "I don't even know what to say after that Liv, I need to go shower, but I am not sure if my legs will move yet". Rolling off him, she gave him an easy push. "I will jump in when you are done". She watched him walk across the room and into the bathroom; hearing the shower turn on, she made her way back to her side of the bed to find where she had thrown his t-shirt earlier. Putting it back on, she pulled her underwear off underneath it, and she would have to rinse them out so they could dry enough for her to ear home in the morning. She made a mental note to keep a fresh pair in her bag just in case in the future.

The shower turned off, then Elliott made his way out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his hips, walking around from her side of the bed with her panties hanging from her fingertip. Elliott grabbed them from her she passed him. "These are mine now, and I will grab you a pair of mine that you can wear to stick with the rules. "I need to wash them so they will dry so I can wear them home tomorrow".

"No, you don't like I said these are mine now you can wear mine. You don't have to go far". Olivia nodded and continued into the bathroom, showering to freshen up. She put his t-shirt back on walking out into the room. Eliott had a pair of black boxer briefs in one hand and was drinking down his bottle of water in his other hand. Taking his underwear, she slipped them on and pulled them up as he watches her every move. When they were on, he passed her the other bottle of water, which Olivia cracked open and drank half down it a few gulps. Elliott moved back in the bed to where she had slept before offering the space that he was into her. She took it and curled her back against him. "Close your eyes, Liv, go back to sleep, beautiful". She lay enclosed in his arms. Never having felt so comfortable with a man or felt so loved before in her life.

Before she drifted off to sleep, Olivia asked, "What did you do with my panties, you perv". Laughing, Elliott said, "I am not telling you if you are going to call me names". Smiling, she closed her eyes and soon fell asleep in his arms.