Chapter 13

Last Chapter! I've loved writing this story so I'm sad that it's over. I'm sure I will come up with another idea soon, but thank-you to those who have followed it all the way through! To start off the end, some nice lovin', and then the journey home.

Pelican Point Resort & Spa: 9:02 p.m.

Elliot left first. After saying goodbye to the now familiar faces from around the continent, Elliot confirmed their departure time with his colleagues and headed back to his room. Elliot grabbed his already packed suitcase, checked the safe and drawers for anything he may have left behind, and closed his hotel door for the last time. Using his key, he let himself into Olivia's room. He set his suitcase by the door and toed off his shoes. Knowing Olivia would be up shortly, he loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed, watching the last of the sun leave the sky. He heard a key card in the door and he turned his head towards the sound. Olivia walked in, shoes in hand, and leaned against the wall staring at the man on her bed.

They exchanged smiles, before Elliot stood and wandered over to her. Olivia rolled from her shoulder to her back and felt her body pushed softly against the wall. Elliot's hands sat low on her waist and his eyes dove deeply into hers.

"Did I mention how incredibly beautiful you look tonight." Elliot smiled.

Olivia blushed, lowering her gaze to his lips, "You may have whispered it. Once or twice."

"I meant it." Elliot leaned in slowly. His nose brushed hers before she titled her head up to grant him access to her lips. He brushed his softly over hers, savoring her smooth lips. His lips pressed harder against hers, sucking her bottom lip between his. When their tongues met, Elliot could taste the remnants of rich red wine, and he moaned as her hand found the back of his head, pushing their lips closer.

Elliot's hands softly kneaded her hips, pulling their bodies close, but not escalating things too quickly. As their tongues dueled, Olivia pushed her body off the wall and started walking Elliot backwards. Her hands slowly worked the buttons of his shirt and knot on his tie. Elliot pulled his lips away from hers to lift the tie over his head and shed his shirt. Olivia's hands took the opportunity to start working on his belt buckle. Once his button was undone, Elliot's dress pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Olivia reconnected their lips and walked them backwards to the bed. When Elliot's knees hit the mattress, Olivia broke their contact again and turned away from him. She lifted her hair off of her neck and looked over her shoulder. Elliot's fingers made quick work of the dress's zipper and Olivia turned around again. Elliot sat on the edge of the bed patiently. Slowly, she pushed one strap down each arm. As the fabric fell to her waist, she shimmied her hips and pushed the black material over her hips. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in a black strapless bra and a black lace thong.

Elliot's eyes roamed for what felt like the thousandth time this week.

"I will NEVER get used to your beauty." He said, watching her blush again.

"And I will NEVER get used to how incredibly kind," Olivia stepped closer to him, her legs between his and hands on his shoulder, "and drop dead gorgeous you are."

Elliot chuckled, wrapping his arms around her hips, and pulling her backwards onto the bed. He wasted no time rolling them over and capturing her lips again. Elliot laid on his side, moving his lips to her jaw and trailing kisses and his tongue over her exposed neck and chest. Their tongues battled gently, savoring each other's efforts, while hands roamed slowly. His hand vacated its place in her abdomen and moved downwards, slowly and deliberately.

When he reached the lace, he felt Olivia's hips rise softly and felt her sigh. He smiled against her skin, loving the effect he had on her body. His hand rubbed softly over the lace material, teasing Olivia, and earning him a set of nails down his arm.

Elliot's lips found hers again just as his hands dipped below the lace. When his middle finger ran through her slick folds he felt her suck in a sharp breath. Pushing one finger slowly into her warmth earned him a whimper against his lips. Olivia's body was on fire from the slow process. Elliot's middle finger tortured her below, while his lips danced against hers. Olivia spread her legs, tucking her left leg between his. She could feel his length against her thigh and moved her hand from its grasp on his hip, to the waistband of his black boxer briefs. She ran her hand along his length, feeling him grow under her palm. Elliot moaned sending vibrations through Olivia's lips. He slipped another finger into her heat and felt her bring her thigh up higher, rubbing against his balls. Slowly, he moved his fingers, torturing her fire.

Olivia's back arched slowly, and her hips ground down onto his hand. Olivia broke her lips from Elliot's and she put her hand on his chest. She pushed him onto his back. Elliot's hand slid out from under the lace. Olivia kneeled, straddling his waist. She sat back on top of his thighs, running her finger tips over his chest and abdomen. She looked up to see him already staring into her eyes. They shared a soft smile, savoring the quiet intimacy. Olivia flicked her curls behind her shoulders and reached behind her. She unhooked the black band and threw her strapless bra to the floor. Elliot's hands immediately found her breasts, palming them gently and rolling his thumbs over her peaked nipples.

Olivia arched into his hands and closed her eyes. Olivia rocked her hips over Elliot's feeling his hardened length pressing against her heated center. Elliot groaned in appreciation, spurring on Olivia's hips. She lowered more weight onto his hips, increasing the friction between his length and her lace covered nerves. Elliot's hands wandered from the sides of her breasts and slowly down her waist to her hips. His thumbs circled her hip bones while her hands worked to free him from his briefs. Olivia scooted back, climbing off the bed, and pulling his boxers with her. Elliot sat up and watched her hook her hands into the sides of the lace and pull it down her legs.

When she stood up straight, she caught Elliot's eyes wandering over her naked form.

"Do you know," She started, walking back over to the bed, "that every time I'm with you," she climbed back onto the bed, straddling his hips again, "you make me feel like the sexiest woman alive."

Her teeth nipped at the skin on his shoulder blade, while her tongue worked to sooth the small marks.

"That's because you," Elliot replied pulling her face up to meet her eyes, "are the sexiest woman alive. Inside and out."

Olivia's eyes softened, feeling the authenticity behind his words. She connected their lips again, hoping to speak the words she couldn't find. Elliot pulled them back down to the mattress. Olivia released his lips and reached between them, stroking his length a few times. Elliot placed his hands on her thighs and waited for her next move. Olivia lifted up and ran his tip through her folds to coat him in her arousal. She positioned him at her entrance, sinking down just enough to trap his tip. She brought her hand to his chest and locked eyes with him while sliding down his full length, with a breathy gasp. Elliot watched her eyes flutter and mouth drop open. He gripped her thighs, encouraging her to continue her actions. Olivia set a slow, but meaningful pace, rising and dropping, circling her hips as they met with his. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, hands slowly roaming, and breaths steadily deepening.

Feeling the fatigue setting into her thighs, Olivia leaned forward. Her hair pooled around Elliot's face, while her lips latched onto his. Her lips worked with more urgency than before, tasting and teasing his, until his lips parted to welcome her tongue. Elliot's hands gripped her hips in place, and he began moving his own upwards. A moan left Olivia's chest and vibrated against his lips. Elliot's hips started at a slow pace, thrusting upwards, at a new angle both were enjoying. Hearing her moans increase in frequency, Elliot quickened his pace. Olivia's lips broke from his and she tucked her head beside his neck. Her breathy moans right next to his ear, her nipples rubbing his chest, and the feeling of her heat tightening around him brought Elliot to the edge. He reached a hand between them, rubbing quick circles around her clit, and thrusting upwards into her heat. He heard Olivia's breath hitch mid-moan, and felt her walls twitch and squeeze his shaft. Olivia's shuddering moan and tremoring walls brought Elliot over the edge, thrusting hard and spilling deep inside of the walls pulling him inwards. Both bodies went limp. Olivia remained against Elliot's chest, head tucked into his neck, breathing hard against his hot skin.

Elliot's hands eventually released their vice grip on her hips and ran softly up and down her back. His rough fingertips left goosebumps along their way. Olivia felt a chill run up her spine and failed to contain a shiver. Elliot chuckled and wrapped his arms around her back.

"Let's get under the covers." Elliot whispered.

"Don't want to move." Olivia grunted.

Elliot smiled, "Well, we are going to have to eventually."

"Don't know if I can."

Elliot laughed, "Why don't I help you then."

Elliot rolled them to the side, earning a disappointed moan from Olivia when they became disconnected. He stood at the edge of the bed, scooped her up and moved her to the top of the bed. He helped her slide under the covers before moving to the hallway to shut off the lights. The room was dimly lit by the moon glowing high in the night sky. Elliot slid in beside Olivia and wrapped his arms around her back. She wrapped her arms under his and pulled him closer. Elliot's eyes closed, resting his chin on the top of her head and breathing in her warm scent. He slowly opened his eyes, looking out the window to the lake. He smiled and released his arms from her back.

"Liv, turn around."

Olivia shook her head tiredly.

"Liv, trust me, you don't want to miss this."

Slowly he felt her release his body and slowly roll over, annoyed at the release of contact. When her eyes met the window, she froze. Bright green and blue ribbons of light danced across the black sky and reflected on the lake. She watched in awe. Elliot's arms snaked around her torso and pulled her back against his chest. Her hands rested on his forearms, drawing lazy circles across his skin.

"This feels vaguely familiar." Olivia smiled.

"Really?" Elliot asked.

"Yeah. Leaving for the airport in two hours, but instead of sleeping …"

"Oh yes. But at least I don't have to drive all the way back to Queens and back an hour before the flight."

Olivia giggled, "I wasn't sure you were going to make it. Cragen would have been pissed."

"Especially when I told him I was late because I was making love to his favorite detective."

Olivia swatted his arm gently. "I don't think he would appreciate that very much."

Elliot took a deep breath, "We have to tell him eventually."

"Do we?" Olivia said hopefully.

"Yeah we do. When I meet you at the end of the aisle, I want him, and the rest of the squad there. We should probably tell him before he gets the invite."

Olivia squeezed his arm.

"Not right now, but eventually, I will marry you." Elliot said matter-of-factly.

"Oh really? You think so?" Olivia said jokingly.

"Oh yeah. I'm going to marry you so hard." Elliot said, sending them both into a deep laugh.

Manhattan Special Victims Unit Squad room: Friday, July 29th, 2018

Elliot and Olivia managed to drag themselves out of bed at 11:30 p.m. and meet their awaiting team in the lobby by 11:55. The detectives slept the three hours to Saskatoon Airport, and the full flight home. Fortunately, they were given Thursday off to catch up on sleep and prep for the weekend shift. Come Friday morning, the detectives were rested, but sad that they were back in NYC, and back to reality.

The group was sitting around the conference table, discussing some details of a new case when Fin spoke up.

"If you sensed the evil walking in, you were right."

The group turned to see Lieutenant Tucker walking towards them, "Captain, I need to speak with you and your leads about the Fillmore case."

Don motioned for Olivia and Elliot to join them, and closed the door to his office.

"So, Detective Fillmore is pleading not guilty, and claiming that your detectives coerced the confession."

"That's not true and he knows it!" Elliot said forcefully.

"I know detective, but I wanted to warn you and your partner, that he will be looking to discredit you both, so any mistakes you made, secrets you have, or affairs you may have had with each other will be brought up!" Tucker nodded to the two shocked faces before nodding to Cragen and leaving the detectives alone.

When the door shut behind him, Elliot finally spoke, "Cap, what he said…"

"That's not …" Olivia tried to finish.

Cragen held his hand up, "He's trying to rattle you both. As will Fillmore."

Olivia nodded, moving to leave the office.

"But," Don continued, "hypothetically, if two of my best detectives were in a relationship and not ready to face the consequences of disclosing, then I would tell them to be very careful. More careful than they had been on a recent vacation."

Don raised his eyebrows smiling, proud of the stunned faces he had caused his two detectives. "Hypothetically." He repeated.

The End!