Author's Note: You've waited long enough so here it is…...Special thanks to Jamie and Lindsay for being an extra set of eyes on this one.

Take me home

Her words, the seductive twinkle in her eyes and the low inflection of her voice. It's all a potent cocktail swimming through his brain. Pacing back and forth along the dark carpet in her living room, he tries to quell his nerves. He wants her. He has for as long as he can remember. Feeling her come around his fingers earlier did nothing but surge the quivering need he already had pouring out of him. What he didn't account for was the moment when he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted him too.

On the ride home, Elliot tried to convince himself that maybe he misunderstood her intentions. Maybe she was just wanted to escape the party and was done with the constant mingling. Maybe the situation in the bathroom with Tucker catching them in a compromising position had just been the end of her rope and she was ready to leave. That was how he tried to explain to it himself until they had been driving for about five minutes. Their elbows were already touching on the armrest of his car, sneaking in soft caresses. When he reached for her hand and she quickly diverted his attempt preferring to rest her hand on his thigh, he instantly hardened.

Olivia rubbed against his inner thigh for eight torturous seconds. His grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Mercifully, she let up before he embarrassed himself and they kept their hands to themselves for the rest of the drive back to her place. But unfortunately (or fortunately) he was still sporting a hard on from her antics.

As soon as they walked in the door, she relieved Lucy and went to put Noah back to sleep since he had woken up upon hearing them come in. She told him to make himself comfortable and left him alone in the living room while she went to Noah's nursery. But he had been anything but.

The hushed tone of her voice serves as the background music of his racing thoughts. After all this time, it was going to happen. His hand scratches back and forth along the back of his neck while he continues to pace.

Elliot grabs the remote wondering if he should turn the television on. No that's distracting, he realizes and sets it back down on the table. Should he turn on music? He sighs in frustration. He's in his fifties, he's not a virgin, this shouldn't be this nerve-racking.

But this is Olivia.

Scrubbing his hand down his face he takes a seat on the couch and begins to fidget with his hands. His knees nervously bounce against his arms. Being inside of her has haunted his dreams and dominated his fantasies as long as he can remember. He can't mess this up.

Because this is Olivia.

Caught up in his deliberations, he doesn't hear her walking up behind him. "Hey."

Elliot jolts, his heart jumping into his throat. "Hey," he replies wiping his perspiring hands on his pants and standing up.

The edges of her lip curl up into a shy smile and his nerves begin to wane marginally. Without her heels she's a few inches shorter, her dress dragging the floor behind her. She's absolutely beautiful.

His arms circle her waist, pulling her close. The light, flowery scent of her perfume fills his nostrils, igniting his senses. He breathes her in. Her aroma, her proximity, her touch. It's all too much and not enough. Not nearly enough.

"He asleep?" he whispers, placing a kiss just below her earlobe.

"Yeah," she purrs, pressing her body into his. "Sound asleep."

Elliot moans into her neck, their bodies lightly swaying back and forth. Olivia relaxes into him, letting out a deep sigh. This is what he's waited for. To be in her arms. No one else a factor, all outside forces erased.

When it's just the two of them they are most magic.

His right hand travels up her back, caressing the smooth satin of her dress along the way. Her breathing becomes labored against his neck, the path of his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Tentatively, his fingers hover near the zipper but he flattens his hand against her back instead. Not yet. He doesn't want to rush this even though the bulge in his slacks is becoming tighter and tighter.

"Unzip it El."

His pulse races and he pulls back from her to look into her eyes. He needs to make sure.

"Li-" she stops him with an index finger pressed to his lips. Leaning in, her lips ghost over his.

"Unzip it."

His last attempts at control disappear. Once he touches her, really touches her his body will take over. All rational thoughts will be out the window.

"Are you sure?" Cradling her jaw in his hands, his breath puffing out against her trembling lip. He's fighting to hold on before he takes her. "You gotta be sure."

Olivia closes the last centimeter between them. "I'm sure," she kisses him quickly pulling back before his mouth slants over hers. "Take it off."

Wasting no time, Elliot's fingers grasp the zipper pulling down as his mouth takes hers. It all happens so fast he doesn't have time to obsess anymore about the gravity of what they are about to do. Not anymore.

Because this is Olivia.

His lips are urgent, the smooth material of her dress falling quickly to the floor. Moaning against his mouth, she effectively makes him that much harder. Holding her hand, he helps her step out of the dress managing not to breaking contact. "Let's go to your room."

Elliot feels her smile against his lips. Without a word, she leads him down the hall past the door to Noah's room to her bedroom. When the door closes he is on her. His hands are on her back, squeezing her ass and tangled in her hair. Her moans spurring him on. They work together to try and get him undressed. Olivia frantically unbuttons his shirt while he tries to stop his hands from shaking long enough to loosen his tie. He needs to be out of his clothes now, wanting nothing between them. Skin on skin. There's no other way for this to be. When his shirt hits the floor and her hands grip the leather of his belt he almost comes undone.

For a split second, he curses himself for not going to her bathroom and taking the edge off so he won't embarrass himself. But he knows it wouldn't have worked. Nothing would be able to calm the raging inferno inside of him.

Because this is Olivia.

Her hands reach into his pants and wrap around his length. He quickly sucks in air at the contact. Olivia retracts her hand as if she's been burned. "What's wrong?"

She pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, looking down at his chest. He thinks the worst until her hand begins to stroke his abs tenderly. "We don't have to-"

"No," she cuts him off, her eyes finally meeting his. "It's not that it's just-"

"Tell me."

Elliot sweeps her hair off her shoulder, dropping his forehead to hers. "Tell me."

"It's just that it's been awhile that's all," she whispers.

He grins, wrapping his arms around her waist. "It's ok Liv. I get it," he reassures her with a kiss to the forehead.

"No," she steps back a little. Her vulnerability in that moment humbles him. "It's been a really long time. And it's you- and it's us and I guess I'm just nervous."

Elliot takes a moment to digest her words before the grin spreads across his face.

A really long time. Her admission hits him square in the gut and he knows he's a son of a bitch for being relieved. She hadn't slept with Tucker.

His mouth slants over hers insistently, pulling her into his chest as she groans against his lips. Dropping his forehead to hers again, he places his hand over her heart feeling it thump against his fingers. "I won't hurt you baby. I promise."

Olivia sighs, letting his words wash over her. He won't hurt her. She knows that he doesn't mean just physically despite the impressive length in his pants but emotionally as well. It's an aggressive promise. One that she wishes she could make in return. But she can't. Her moods have been unpredictable at best lately and she doesn't want to bring him down with her. He deserves more.

Despite the way he makes her feel and her body's reaction to his touches, she wants to tell him to be careful. And to guard his heart because she still has some things to figure out and she doesn't want to hurt him.

Because it's Elliot.

"I know you won't," she kisses him tenderly at the corner of his mouth. Fighting against the pit of shyness in her stomach, she releases the two buttons on his slacks. Elliot's stomach contracts at every brush of her fingertips, swaying on his feet. He holds on to her hips to steady himself as his slacks hit the floor.

Even with the dark color of his boxers and the semi darkness in her room, she can make out every inch of his arousal. Her thighs clench together, her core throbbing in response. She doesn't want to rush this but she can't wait to get him in between her legs. To feel the sheer power she's witnessed when he's angry in reverse and pushing inside of her. Her fingers grip the lip of his boxers and his hand leaves her hip to stop her. "Not yet," he whispers.

She groans in frustration and he laughs arrogantly while gently guiding her backwards. Her knees bump against the back of her mattress and he guides her to sit down. Her line of sight right on his glorious bulge that continues to taunt her. She's so turned on she can barely sit still. Before she can reach out to touch him again, he's descending to his knees, his eyes a blazing cobalt blue.

Her voice catches in her throat, the intensity kidnapping her ability to speak. The temperature in the room seems warmer than it's been all night and despite the lack of clothes, she feels her skin becoming sticky with perspiration. Her breathing is shallow, her teeth once again sinking into her bottom lip. Elliot leans in, freeing her bottom lip with his, kissing her languidly. Her fingers play with the cropped hair at his nape holding his head close to hers. As much as she wants to feel him inside her, his kisses are a welcome substitute. She's so mesmerized by the intoxicating dance of his tongue with hers that she doesn't notice her panties descending down her thighs. It's not until his presses her legs together to get them completely off that a small sound escapes her throat. Her heartbeat thumping in her chest.

Elliot crawls forward, opening her legs to him and pulling her towards the edge of the bed. She's so beautifully exposed, desire casting a shadow over the last remnants of nervousness left.

"El," she moans as his lips make their way into the dip of her cleavage, kissing over her corset down to the bare skin of her belly. She knows what he's about to do and she can't stop writhing in anticipation. Her tongue scrapes across her suddenly dry lips, eyes casting down on the muscles of his back as they flex back and forth while his mouth travels lower and lower.

"Lay back and relax Liv," he murmurs. "Let me take care of you."

She surrenders to his command, her back colliding against the mattress as the sensations hit her all at once. Elliot's fingers are in the arch of her foot kissing her there. His lips move up her leg, her inner thigh. Losing focus she's almost out of it until she feels his hot breath directly against her core.

"So beautiful," he whispers and within a second his mouth is on her. Olivia tries to move to escape the painful pleasure radiating between her thighs but he holds her in place, his tongue unrelenting as he gives and takes everything from her at the same time.

"El," she chokes out. No response except a light flick directly on her clit. Subconsciously she registers her son in the next room and curses the fact that her walls aren't soundproof. Her fingers grab on to the blanket beneath her, grasping, pulling trying to divert the feeling building inside of her so she doesn't scream. It's not long before she feels herself spiraling.

"El," she cries out again but he doesn't let up. He only increases the pressure against her clit and she shatters against his mouth. Her body convulses, her vision hazy and the sensations flow through every inch of her limbs. She's just coming down from her high when she feels his fingers enter her, stretching, working in and out. The building begins all over again. This time there's no hiding her sounds of pleasure.

Olivia is thrashing, attempting to close her legs because it's all too much but to no avail. Eventually she gives in to it, capitulates to his determination.

Because this is Elliot.

She holds the back of his head as he brings her over the edge twice more. When he stands, his face glistening from her arousal, she almost can't focus on him. Her body is limp. She lies across the bed utterly spent from her orgasms until he drops his boxers and his erection springs free. He's absolutely exquisite. A lazy smile spreads across her face as he lowers his massive frame over her.

"Something funny?" he teases. His lips are against her neck and his fingers play at the zipper of her corset. He manages to unzip it without breaking the contact of his mouth against her skin.

"Nothing at all," she moans. Throwing her head back, she feels the last bit of material that separates them being removed and thrown on the floor.

Elliot watches her in wonder, his fingers splaying across both of her dark pert nipples teasing and flicking them. Venturing down, he caresses her stomach, her hips, taking it all in. It brings her back to reality as she rubs his back while he continues to explore and stare at her body. She can feel the moment he realizes how incredible it all is. He hasn't even entered her yet, but the fact they are here together, naked, exploring each other in a way they had only dreamed of for years coupled with everything they had been through was nothing short of amazing.

He's been a part of her life emotionally even when he wasn't physically there. Dominating her thoughts, his presence was a warm blanket comforting her even when they were apart. The words start from deep in the crevice of her chest and work their way through. This time it doesn't get stuck. There is no fear or hesitation.

"Elliot," she whispers. Placing two fingers under his chin, she guides his face up to meet hers. "I love you."

His eyes squeeze shut, her hips aching from the pressure of his fingers digging in as if her words pain him.

There is a pregnant silence that looms between them until his eyes finally open and she sees the moisture on the edge of his eyelids.

"I love you too." He kisses her long and hard, positioning their bodies in the middle of the bed. "So much," he adds, his length teasing at her slick center. He drags his mouth away from her and sucks on one of her nipples. The force of his mouth is unforgiving. She could come from this alone. He switches to the other one, showing it the same amount of attention and Olivia is on the brink.

"Please," she begs because she can't wait anymore. It's been years of their push and pull, running to and from each other. All she wants is him like this right here right now. Giving him the last piece of herself that he doesn't already own.

His mouth descends on hers a second before he pushes into her, burying himself to the hilt with one deep thrust. The tips of her fingernails dig into the small of his back as her body adjusts to the welcome intrusion.

"Ok?" He rasps against her lips, his voice shaky with need.

She can't focus.

She can't speak.

She shakes her head, spreading her legs even more hoping that gives him the answer.

It does. He drags his length out of her slowly allowing her to feel every blessed inch of him. Her eyes roll back, her skin suddenly too warm. He rocks back into her smoother this time, rolling his hips and starting a devastating rhythm.

"So good," she cooes. Elliot pulls her left leg higher onto his hip, the angle finding the last bit of space inside her.

The air leaves her lungs, her teeth sinking into his neck as he continues to thrust.

Olivia begins to feel that deep burning in the pit of her belly and knows she's close. Elliot is all over her. Every inch of him on her. Inside her.

It's gloriously suffocating. She doesn't want this to end yet, worrying that her orgasm will trigger his.

Freeing her left hand from the strong hold on his back, she reaches for the bar on her headboard trying to brace herself for the imminent climax and create some type of space from him. She can't breathe.

Her walls begin to spasm around him. "I can't-"

"You don't have to," he assures her. He brings his hand up to cover hers on the bar, intertwining their fingers and fucks deeper into her. "Let go Liv."

"Uhhh I love you," she says as she goes over the edge. His grip on her hand tightens, the sweat gathering on his forehead as he fights to ride the wave of her release without going over. But it's a lost cause. He strokes once, twice, three times before emptying himself into her. She closes her eyes as the feeling of warmth gathers between her legs.

It's almost foreign. Not something she's let happen more than twice in her life but with him there was no question. Only answers.

Because this is Elliot.

Their breaths mingle as they both pant waiting for their heart rates to return to normal. Words still fail her. Her chest overflowing, absorbing what they've just done. She kisses his earlobe and caresses his back as he rests his head between her breasts.

They lay for what seems like minutes before Elliot is the first to break the silence. "We are going to have to do that again."

Olivia laughs, the vibration rumbling against his cheek. Brushing her hand across his cropped hair, she kisses the top of his head in response. The sweet salt from his sweat is addicting and she can't get enough of his taste.

"i think we could both use a rest," she whispers in his ear. "And I need to go check on Noah."

"Good idea," he lifts his head to gaze at her. "You probably woke him up with all that screaming."

That earns him a playful elbow to the ribs. "Let me up"

He lies back on the bed while she grabs her robe and ties it around her. His big naked body is the last thing she sees before she walks into Noah's bedroom and checks on him. As she suspected he's still sound asleep.

Olivia plants a sweet kiss on his forehead, stroking his hair and then shuts the door behind her softly. When she walks back into her bedroom she notices Elliot quietly talking on the phone. He points to the phone, mouthing to her that it's Maureen. She excuses herself to the bathroom to wash up and when she comes out a few minutes later he's under the covers sound asleep.

Instead of hopping into bed right away she stands and watches him. His arm is behind his head, his lips slightly parted and his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He's here.

He's really here.

After all this time, going to hell and back again he's here in her bed sleeping. It's a simple act but something much more meaningful for them. It's another part of him she hasn't seen. Something new that she hopes is in their future.

Dropping her robe, she climbs back in bed careful not to wake him. She faces him, crawling into the safety of his nook. His arm drops from behind his head to hold her against him, kissing her forehead.

Olivia sighs contently as her eyes flutter closed.

"I love you," he whispers into the night air.

She smiles, cuddling into him a little more. "I love you too."

As the silence surrounds them, she feels the safest and most loved that she's ever felt in her life. Maybe she can finally let her guard down and trust someone to take care of her. He's promised that he will never hurt her. She's heard it from men before but this time she believes it.

Because this is Elliot.

And in his arms she falls into a peaceful sleep.