Author's Note: This is a shorter chapter than normal but it's supposed to be. Story earns its M-rating here. Proceed with caution. Or not and have fun.

Chapter Three: A Very Good Thank You

"Can you repeat that?" Is all Olivia could say after Hank dropped that bombshell.

"I want to move to New York." Voight said patiently.

I'm not tearing up, Olivia thought fiercely, I'm not, I'm not. Those are just specks of dust in my...

"Olivia, are you crying? Because I thought you'd be happy about this." He said hesitantly. God, I hate it when women cry. I don't have a clue with what to do with 'em. Please stop choking up, Liv...

"I am happy about this, you asshole." She smacked him on the shoulder, sheet falling down around her waist. Hank struggled valiantly to keep his eyes on her face.

"Jesus, Liv, you scared me for a moment there." He wiped his brow dramatically, teasing her for her reaction.

"Thank you, Hank." She leaned over and kissed him. "But," and Olivia pulled back, looking at him seriously, "are you sure about this?"

"Never been more sure." He said. "Look, Liv, I'm not an idiot. I know you haven't wanted to have this conversation. I also know that you consider your squad your real family. I can't take you away from that and I wouldn't want to."

"I also know how much your squad means to you." Olivia said somberly. "I can't ask you to give them up."

"I won't." Voight said reassuringly. "There's Skype and I'm already used to making a shit-load of trips back and forth from New York to Chicago anyways." He winked. "Plus," he said in a more serious tone of voice, "looks like there may be a couple openings in Intelligence up here in New York. So I can still do what I love and be with you. Works out well."

"What about Erin? Justin? Your grandson?" She asked. She needed to hear him say it again, reassure her that this was really going to happen.

Because to Olivia Benson, the thought of someone giving up their entire life to be with her was a novel one. She had dated men who had said they loved her, had promised her that they weren't going anywhere, had said they would never abandon her...only to go back on their promises. So she had resigned herself to the fact that no one would ever want her happiness enough to make serious sacrifices for her.

"Look, Olivia, there's this novel invention called an airplane. It can get you to another state within a few hours." He said slowly, teasingly.

She smacked him.

"Ow. What was that for?"

"You deserved it."

"Did not."

"Did so."

"Did not."

"Did...oh, for the love of God, are we grown adults or are we twelve?"

Hank smirked. "You started it."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Proving my point."

"Leaving aside the discussion of whether we're mature adults or not," Hank pulled them both back to the point at hand, "the point is, I can see them. They're gonna be okay. Erin's old enough to stand on her own two feet and I trust Olinsky to keep things under control."

"So does that mean you're finally going to let Erin and Jay date?" Olivia grinned impishly.

"When have I not?"

Olivia folded her hands across her pretty perfect breasts and gave Hank a "you've got to be kidding me" look.

"Yes." He said grudgingly. "They've been dating on the sly anyway. They just keep thinking (and acting) like I don't know. Worst actors – and worst sneaks – I've ever had the misfortune of having in my unit. Hell, Ruzek acts better than they do."

Olivia smiled, one that lit up her entire face. And, to Henry Voight, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he had seen the Chicago Bears win a Super Bowl.

"Look, Liv," Hank touched her face with his rough hand, "I could never ask you to give up your family. And I could never put you in the position to ask me to give up mine. Do you think I haven't noticed how deliberately you avoided having this conversation?"

Olivia flushed a little. She really had thought she had been more subtle about it.

"Funny thing about detectives – even experienced ones..." Voight smirked, "they always, always, think they can hide it from other detectives." He slid up close to her. "I would never make you choose. So I made the decision for the both of us."

"Normally, I'd kick your ass for making a decision without my input. " She winked. "But this time I think I'll let it slide. Just don't do it again."

"Never, Sergeant." He solemnly held up his hand. "Voight's honor."

"Now," he moved a little bit closer to her, "what do I get in return?"

She folded her arms again, noticing how Voight was trying to keep his eyes off her breasts but doing a piss-poor job of it. She couldn't help but be amused even as she was getting extremely turned on.

This is fun.

"What..." she said in mock surprise, "you think you get a reward for doing the right thing? Isn't doing the right thing its own reward or something?"

Growling, he pulled her against him and pushed her down on to the bed. "Screw that." He started biting her ear lobe, enjoying the feel of her warm body unconsciously starting to push against his. "I think," Voight said, running his hand down her abdomen, gently squeezing the breasts he'd been staring at, "I deserve a thank you for being such a great fiance." His hips flexed against hers and he smiled as he heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Fine." Olivia gasped out, winding her leg around his hip. "Just don't expect this everytime you do something nice for me."

"It's a deal," he murmured, sliding his hand down between her legs.

"Oh, yeah, one more thing." She whispered, pulling back a little.

"What?" He growled, getting more aroused by the second.

"You're going to have to start playing by the rules or IAB will be on your ass. None of the shenanigans you pulled in Chicago."

"You're no fun." He rumbled, moving against her.

"I'm serious, Voight." She said, even as she slid her fingers down and gripped him firmly, relishing the low rumble going through his body. "They will arrest you and it won't be a joke."

"Okay, okay," he muttered, "but, Liv?"

"Yes?" She arched against him, squeezing him a little bit more.

"Can we table this discussion for later?" He pushed against her urgently.

"Only if you promise not to distract me." She kissed his throat, stroking his belly.

"Don't ask me to make promises I can't keep."

"Okay, can you at least try?"

"I can try." He said, a little sulkily. "Now can we stop talking about this?"

Olivia's mouth against his was a satisfactory enough answer for him.

"Yes, like that." She whispered, as he cupped her breasts, kissing her ear.

"You like that?" He nibbled on her throat as he rubbed himself against her, getting harder by the moment.

Ugh, was the only response he got.

He smiled.

Hank positioned himself between Olivia's legs and pushed inside of her. She was warm and so tight and perfect for him. Sweat beading on his forehead, he was determined to make this last for her. So he moved slowly, relishing the feel of her body arching against his, squeezing him tightly.

Ugh.

Oh. Yes. Yes.

Picking up the pace, Hank's strokes became short and fast. Olivia closed her eyes and rocked against him, leg wrapped around his waist. He bent down and kissed her fiercely, his tongue tangling with hers. She started to rock faster, moaning. Hank grunted and slammed into her.

"I'm...so...close..." she whispered.

Hank pulled out and slammed into her again, pushing himself as far as he could go. Her legs squeezed tight against him once more and, suddenly, she exploded. He kept pumping, riding her through her orgasm until he finally released in side of her with a jagged groan.

Collapsing against her and still inside of her body, he pulled her tight to him.

"Now that," he said, gasping, "was a great thank you."

Olivia laughed weakly as she ran her hand down his back. "Have I told you how much I loved you yet, Voight?"

"A few times but I don't mind hearing it again." He looked up at her with a boyish grin on his face.

"I love you, Hank Voight." She grinned and kissed his mouth. "Despite my better judgment."

"Hey, now!" Hank looked mildly offended but couldn't keep the outrage on his face as Olivia kissed his shoulder. "I love you too, Olivia Benson." He whispered against her ear as she fell asleep in his arms. "Even though you don't like the Chicago Bears."