Author's Note: Well it's about that time to move the rating up to "M". There are going to be more adult situations happening in the story going forward. This should make a certain group of people that I love and adore very happy. They know who they are. The same ones who beat me up in my DM's every chapter for the lack of smut. So to the fam, this is for you.

Thanks to everyone for the reviews they mean the world to me and give me the motivation to keep going. Hope you enjoy.

Elliot rolls his neck side to side trying to relieve the knots that still linger from spending most of his night and part of the morning sleeping on Olivia's couch. After successfully getting Noah back to sleep, the two of them stayed up talking into
the wee hours of the morning with the low volume of the television in the distance. Eventually they both drifted off and he woke up a little after 3am with Olivia asleep in his arms.

As much as it pained him, he woke her up to get in the bed so she could have a few decent hours of sleep. When she asked him to stay the night with her he almost took her up on his offer but he didn't trust himself. Somehow he'd exercised a saint level
of control in his attraction to her for over a decade when they were partners, but now that he'd kissed her, held her and felt her there was no way he could lay next to her all night and keep his hands to himself. Instead he kissed her on her forehead,
tucked her in, peeked in on a sleeping Noah and let himself out.

Work had kept them both occupied the day after, her with a new rape murder case on the Upper East Side and him with meetings at the Federal building. He sidestepped his boss' insistence on taking the next assignment in Denver and instead focused on catching
up on case files.

Now it's the day of the party and he can't shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knows she's running late for the party because of the texts they've exchanged off and on all day but he's been pacing back and forth in his living room instead
of getting ready.

His eyes glance over to the black suit with the silver handkerchief laid out on his bed that Maureen was kind enough to set out for him earlier. Insistent that her dad would not go to such a big affair "half stepping" she picked out everything including
dress socks and shoes. But his attire is the least of his worries. He wishes he could be that guy that wasn't jealous. That didn't care about seeing the woman he loves on the arm of another man. He wishes that a part of him didn't feel somewhat self
conscious about being in the room with people who know parts of his professional past specifically that his shooting of a young girl led to his retirement.

Elliot walks to the bathroom gazing at the man that stares back at him. The wrinkles are at the edges of his eyes, the hairline a little further back than it was in years past but his eyes have a different tint to them. There is a sparkle of life there
that was missing for so long. But it's the furrow of his brow that grab his attention more than anything.

Splashing a bit of cold water on his face, he takes a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sink. It's going to be a long night. He hasn't been in the same room with Ed Tucker since he handed over his badge and signed his retirement papers. And since
he resisted every urge to wipe the smug smile off Tucker's face with the swell of his fists.

Elliot wipes his hands on the towel, finishes buttoning up his crisp white dress shirt, tucking it firmly into his pants and fastens his belt. Before he picks up the jacket, his hand circles around the silver handkerchief. The one that matches the dress
she will wear tonight but he hasn't laid eyes on. He grips it tight, sliding the satin material through his fingers as he sits on the edge of the bed.

It's a little after 6pm. The party doesn't start until 730 but no one actually gets there right at the beginning. Then the thought hits him, a wide grin spreading across his face.

Reaching for the phone next to him he immediately dials Pippa.

"Hey," she answers on the first ring. "Are you almost ready? You're still picking me up right?"

"Of course." He stands and hangs his jacket on a hanger, careful not to wrinkle it. "I just have to make a stop first. I'll be there in about an hour."

Twenty minutes later his fingers tap at his side, itching to ring the doorbell of the apartment he has become so familiar with. As his closed fist reaches up to knock, the door suddenly opens.

"Oh Hi," Lucy startles back for a second.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you." He immediately steps back out of her space not wanting to intimidate her.

"No it's ok. You're Elliot right?"

He cocks his head to the side, his eyebrow raising slightly.

"I've seen you on some pictures of Olivia's and heard about you. I'm Lucy the babysitter. She should be ready any second. Come on in." Lucy backs away from the door the bag of trash still in her hand.

"No let me take this," he offers reaching for the bag.

"No way," she pulls back. "When you are dressed like that you don't handle trash. The chute is just right there."

While Lucy walks away he heads into the apartment and the first thing he sees is Noah on the floor surrounded by toys. His eyes light up instantly at watching the tot play. It doesn't take long before the little boy notices his presence.

"Hey! Blocks!" He yells. Elliot chuckles at the irony. Noah probably doesn't remember his name but he recalls the promise he made the other night to play with him the next time they saw each other.

Kneeling down next to him, he tries his best to dodge the mess. "That's right buddy we're supposed to play with blocks."

"Oh you don't have to do that," Lucy says shutting the door behind her. "You will get all wrinkled."

Elliot begins to carefully roll up his sleeve. "Oh it's ok I don't mind."

Noah stacks a blue block on top of a yellow one and pauses, signaling Elliot's turn. He doesn't waste any time and adds another block on top. They take turns until the tower they are building is almost as tall as Noah. He claps his hands and squeals in
delight the higher the tower gets.

Lucy moves around behind them packing a few items in a small bag. "We are going to run to the pharmacy to pick up his prescription and get him out of the house for a bit. We've been stuck inside all day."

Elliot barely listens to her, his attention completely focused on the little boy in front of him. The tower starts to wobble and Elliot tries to hold it steady.

"Uh oh," Noah says trying to hold it with one hand, another block in the other.

"We've got to keep it together buddy," Elliot says dramatically, Noah's forehead crinkling in concentration.

The little boy adds one more block and it all topples over. "Fall down!" He laughs, sitting down on Elliot's right leg while he picks up the blocks.

Elliot holds his breath, careful not to move and do anything that would make Noah uncomfortable or ruin the moment. Tentatively he reaches up and rubs his hand through his small mop of brown hair, the toddler easing into his touch. "Again!" He shouts.

"No no," Lucy chides making her way towards him. "We've got to go to the store remember and mommy and Elliot have to go to a party."

The reminder of their destination makes him groan internally. He would be much more content sitting on the floor playing with Noah and Olivia for the rest of the night while they order in and just enjoy each other's company. One day.

"Alright we are heading out," Lucy announces balancing a fidgeting Noah on her hip. "It was nice to meet you Elliot."

With a small smile on his face he reaches his hand out to shake hers. "It was nice to meet you too. I'll be seeing you around." He then turns his attention to Noah. "See you later Noah. How about next time we play with the trucks. What d'ya say?"

"Yes!" He pumps his arm up in the air and Elliot quickly discerns that must be his go to gesture of excitement. Lucy opens the door and Noah turns quickly and waves. "Bye Elli-ya."

Elliot chuckles and waves back. "Bye see you later."

The door shuts behind them and he stands in place, a small smile still playing on his lips.

As he turns around to sit back on the sofa Olivia comes barreling out of the room. "Hey Lucy have you seen my oth-". She stops mid sentence when she notices him in the living room. She's dressed in nothing but a white satin robe that stops just short
an inch or two above her knee. His mouth is frozen. Every limb perfectly still. His eyes travel the length of her body. From her perfectly straightened hair, pouty lips, down to the exposed flesh at the V shape on the top of her robe and every bare
inch of her long golden legs.

Fuck.

Those legs will be the death of him. He's imagined them around his waist, over his shoulder and perched on his hip as he pushed his tongue or dick inside of her. He came here with a plan. To make sure that he was still the only man on her mind tonight
despite who was on her arm. But now that he's seen her his plan has altered just a bit.

His stare begins to travel back up her body. The same places he just took in but need to see again. He can't take his eyes away. The dark pink nail polish on her toes, the way the robe almost gives him just a peek of the heaven that exists at the apex
of her thighs. It's hard to tell if she's naked, but what she's wearing underneath is doing nothing to stop the hardened buds of her nipples protruding through the material.

Olivia tightens the thin belt of the robe, with a look of amusement on her face. "Are you done yet?"

Elliot begins to walk towards her. "Oh I haven't even started."

There was only a split second for Olivia to take in his appearance. The way his white shirt still clung to the dips and ridges of his chest. His sleeves rolled up revealing the massive veins of his forearms. His dark blue irises stalking in her direction
with a predatory gaze that she's only seen once before. When they almost made love on his couch.

Tightening the belt on her robe does nothing to hide anything from him. She's already so exposed. One minute she was running around her room in a frenzy trying to get dressed and actually get out of the door on time until she realized she was missing
one of her silver high heels. Her son was notorious for taking her shoes and running around the house with them, using them to knock down his blocks or hit one of his stuffed animals playfully. When she walked into the living room she didn't expect
to see him.

'And now it's too late to regain her composure. To take a firm stance and tell him they can't do this. They shouldn't do this. It's an hour before they have to be at a formal party with her past and present colleagues. No. They can't do this.

But it's too late. His lips are on hers.

"El," she whimpers, lost in it all. But her hands find his waist pulling him close to her as he roughly backs her up against the wall.

"I had to see you," he breathes between kisses, his hands cupping her jaw then moving towards her hair holding him close to her. Not one inch separates them. Not anymore. Not ever again.

The feel of his lips on hers almost cause her to black out. Her back arches against the wall curving into his grasp, his body. His erection pokes against the thin fabric of her robe.

Her hands fall to his ass, his rock hard perfect ass and she grinds against him. God she needs this.

"El we can't," she pleads, her body contradicting her words. His breath is hot against her face, her mouth, the thick leather of his belt in her hands as she attempts to slide it through.

"I know we can't."

Olivia stops abruptly. She must've heard him wrong. What does he mean they can't? The liquid is pooling between her legs and she will have to change her underwear and now he's ending this?

"No," he pulls her back to him when he sees the confusion in her eyes. His body is pressed against her once again, his hands on the thin belt of her robe. Dazed at his words contradicting his actions she stands still willing her body to calm down. Elliot
drops his mouth to her ear. "No we can't make love right now because I know you can't miss this event for work." The belt is untied and hangs limply at her sides. He opens the robe to reveal the black lace corset and matching black lace cheekies she's
wearing underneath. A low growl crawls from his throat.

Olivia's knees almost buckle from the weight of his stare. "Please," she begs and she's not sure what for. For him to stop staring? For him to make love to her?

He whispers into her ear again. "When I'm finally inside you I don't want to have to rush Olivia. I want to take my time and taste every inch of you." His hands slide up and down her sides settling on the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes roll back in her head
voluntarily. "When I'm done fucking you, you won't be able to walk in those silver heels over there you planned to wear tonight or anywhere else so it's best we not do this right now."

Olivia chuckles and brings his lips back to hers. "Such a tease."

"Oh no Lieutenant not quite." Elliot's fingers rub back and forth on the sliver of exposed skin on her abdomen, playing with the edge of her panties. "I want to watch you come for me." His fingers dip into the black lace at the moment the words leave
his mouth and cover hers. Their tongues dance in perfect rhythm, his fingertips gliding along her bare slit.

Olivia spreads her legs and his finger inches dangerously close to entering her. God, she needs this. Her brain doesn't have time to process that he's touching her this intimately for the first time. It feels right. Perfect. Their thoughts are on nothing
and no one else. Just this. Just them.

It's been so long since she's been touched like this. She's almost embarrassed at how wet she is for him.

Almost.

Elliot's breath quickens matching the racing beat of her heart. When the first finger sinks into her almost effortlessly she lets out a small cry.

"Shit," he curses, his forehead falling against hers. Widening his stance, he wraps his left arm around her waist as her knees begin to falter. "I got you baby." His finger strokes in and out of her slowly at first. Feeling, stretching. He has no idea
how long it's been since someone touched her there but the responsiveness of her body is slowly telling her secret. Her walls already clenching as she moans into the crux of his neck.

"I want you so much," he whispers roughly, trying to hold on to his last bit of control. Her grip on his shoulder tightens.

Without warning Elliot adds a second finger and his thumb begins to circle her clit. Olivia cries out in ecstasy, writhing against his fingers. "So good," she breathes, her body moving on it's own. The fire begins to crawl up her limbs, through her veins,
her walls closing in on his thick digits.

Following her lead, his restraint disappears. He begins to move his erection against his hand in the same motion, the friction causing Olivia to move faster. "Jesus," she grunts, her short fingernails digging into his shoulder.

Elliot begins to suck on her neck, his mouth moving down to the dip in her cleavage, not once breaking the steady rhythm that he's perfected. He's everywhere. All over her. Sucking on her breasts through her corset.

She's so close. His hands, his mouth, his erection all working together like the perfect team to bring her to nirvana. To mark her. He's staking his claim.

Mine.

He pulls back and his dark eyes lock with hers. His gaze is intense, smoldering. It's almost too much and her eyes begin to shut. "Keep your eyes open Liv. I want to see you when you come."

It's only a second, a small fragment in time that their eyes are immovable before the wild contractions begin. Elliot sucks in a breath, his thumb working faster on her sensitive nub. "Ahhh," she cries out, her hands digging into his arm.

"Yess." He holds her close. "That's it baby."

Olivia continues to moan as he coaxes her through her climax. His length is still rock hard against her and she wants nothing more than to unzip his pants and have him drive into her. It's not optimal, their first time up against a wall but she doesn't
care. Her heart begins to slow down, her breathing regulates.

"You ok?"

Her chuckle is all the answer he needs.

"I'll take that as a yes," he says carefully withdrawing his hands from inside her. She makes a small sound of protest at the feeling of emptiness. Satisfied that his mission was accomplished his slides her soaked panties back in place over her mound.

They continue to hold each other, his erection still firm against her thigh. "Would you like me to take care of that?" she offers, reaching out but he quickly grabs her hand bringing it up to his lips instead.

"Oh no. If you do that we won't leave this apartment and we have somewhere to be."

Elliot takes her face in his hands, wiping the small beads of sweat from her forehead and kissing her again.

"I'll let you go and get ready for your date," he emphasizes the word with a hint of bitterness.

"So is that what this is about?" she asks, her arms circling his neck and kissing him on the cheek. It still bothers him but his little stunt makes her feel better about where they are, despite who they are with tonight.

"Now would I do that?"

"That answers my question," she kisses him again.

Elliot steps back and rolls his sleeves back down watching her intently as he does. Her entire body is covered in the effects of him and she knows he wants it no other way.

"How much longer until Ed comes to pick you up?"

Olivia closes her robe. "He's not. I'm going to meet him there."

Once again, another satisfied smirk covers his face. "Good."

When she gets ready to tie the belt again, he stops her. She watches him as he slowly descends to his knees, his face right at the apex of her thighs.

Her eyes go wide. "Elliot d-"

"Shhh." He places a sweet kiss on her core over her panties. "I'll save the rest for later."

She watches him in awe as he stands, kisses her again and heads for the door with an arrogant smile on his face.

"I'll see you in an hour," he winks, the door shutting behind him.

Olivia stands in the hallway, leaning her head back against the wall staring at the ceiling. Letting out a deep sigh, she walks to the bedroom to finally get dressed and change her underwear. "Yeah," she says to herself. "It should be an interesting night."