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I've updated sooner than expected as I figured you'd already waited 16 chapters ... thanks for your support.

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Elliot picked up the photo next to the one he had just replaced It had been taken at his farewell from SVU, two months earlier and was just the gang. They'd gone out for dinner and drinks, nothing fancy, nothing formal. Just the way he wanted.

In the discussions Elliot and Olivia had had before going to see Don Cragen, it was Olivia who was to transfer out. She wanted a respite from sex crimes and the emotions it was stirring in her and thought homicide was for her. There was far less emotional trauma as the victim was already dead and the perpetrator was usually long gone. Elliot had agreed, willing to let her deal with things the best way she knew how.

However, when they went into Cragen's office, everything changed. They had begun by explaining to their boss why a transfer was necessary and Don was surprised. Not by the fact the two were now in a relationship, albeit a very new one, but because they had finally realised what he had seen coming for years. Olivia explained how she was the one who wanted to request a transfer to the opening in homicide. While Don wasn't happy to be losing her he understood that it had to be done and, knowing from Fin that something had happened in Sealview, realised that Olivia leaving was probably the best thing for her.

Then things went pear-shaped.

"Okay," Don said, reaching behind him for the necessary forms. "Let's get this underway…"

Before Olivia could put pen to paper, Elliot took the pen from her and put it back on the desk, his face paling. It had all seemed so right in theory, her going, him staying. But now, as it was only the stroke of a pen away, it hit him that it was going to be problematic.

"Something wrong, son?" Don asked, standing by his desk.

"El?" Olivia questioned, turning and taking his hand. "What is it?"

"I know we talked about this," he said to Olivia, "and I have no issue with you transferring… but I … I just don't think I can be here either," he said reluctantly, looking at Olivia before glancing up at his boss.

"Why?" Olivia asked gently.

"You want me to give you a few minutes?" Don offered, normally he wouldn't like the time wasting but Elliot's eyes clearly told of his distress and inner turmoil and Don wanted to do all he could to support him.

"No, it's okay," Elliot said, locking his fingers with Olivia's. "You can hear this." He smiled at Olivia first before taking a deep breath.

"I've been doing this job for a while now and the child vics always got to me … always made me think of my four and how I would feel if it was one of them… and now it has been and I don't know if I can deal with that … out there," he stopped as Don came and sat on the front of his desk.

"We all know I've had my share of anger management issues …" he continued. "And I just can't see myself being calm and objective when some perverted son-of-a-bitch messes with his step –daughter or when …" his voice trailed as he looked at Olivia, she knew the rest of the sentence in an instant. He wouldn't be able to work with victims that reminded him of her.

"You do need to change," she soothed, not wanting him to voice it. "You've done your job here, El, you owe the unit nothing, you need to change."

"Liv's right, El, you do need to change, thing is the only current vacancy in this vicinity is the homicide one," Don said, standing up once more.

"You take it, Elliot," Olivia offered, squeezing his hand.

"But you need the change too," he countered. "You need to get away from these cases as well."

"I'll be okay here and I'll be better knowing that you're okay there," she said, raising his hand to kiss it.

"You sure?" he questioned, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Positive," she smiled, before turning back to Don. "That's okay with you, right? I can come back?"

"It's like you've never left," he winked, handing the transfer papers to Elliot. "I will hate to see you go, son, but I do understand." He offered his hand. "Don't be a stranger." Elliot stood and shook his hand before taking him in an embrace.

"Thanks, Don," he said. "Promise me you'll look after Liv."

"Promise."

By the time Olivia returned home, Elliot was asleep on the sofa, the photo he'd been holding clutched to his chest. She deposited her bag and shopping purchases on the floor nearby and lay down with him.

"This spot taken?" she asked as he stirred.

"Mmmno," he mumbled as she picked up the picture so she could be wrapped in his arms.

"Taking a trip down memory lane, El?" she asked as she reached behind her to deposit the frame on the side table.

"Something like that," he replied, readjusting them so Olivia wasn't perched on the edge.

"You miss being there?" she questioned as she snuggled into him.

"Miss being with you all day," he replied, kissing her head.

"Miss you too," she responded kissing his chest.

They lay there a little longer, before Elliot spoke.

"Did you find what you were looking for at the mall?" he yawned.

"Yeah, Lizzie picked a mauve jumpsuit and shawl, very cute," Olivia answered.

"Mauve? That's in the purple family, right?" he asked, stroking her head.

"Yes, El, it's a paler, softer version," she smiled. "Oh, and I got something else in the 'purple family'." She pointed to the paper shopping bag with Victoria's Secret emblazoned across it.

"I love it already," he grinned as she reached to grab the bag.

"You haven't seen me in it yet," Olivia replied.

"Don't care; I'd rather see you out of it anyway," he chided as his hand dipped into the bag and retrieved the silky items. It was a very sheer panty and teddy camisole set in lilac. He swallowed audibly. "I …ah…well…god, Liv…" Although the items left very little to the imagine his imagine seemed to be spinning out of control.

"You like?" she sassed, sitting up on the edge.

"Very much…just one thing though," he began, sitting up alongside her. "My daughter … she wasn't with you when you… well, when you got them, was she?"

"No," Olivia laughed. "Picked it up on the way home."

Elliot ran his fingers along the delicate lace trim before handing them back to her.

"Well, I guess you should have them," he said, offering them to her.

"Well, I guess if I have them I should wear them," she winked, standing up and moving across the room.

"I guess you should," he replied, following her to the foot of the stairs.

"But you know what I was thinking," she started, taking his hand and walking backwards upstairs.

"What?" he replied, reaching up for a kiss.

"That it may be a waste of time," she grinned. "I mean it's gorgeous and all but it would mean I'd have to get undressed, then dressed, then undressed."

"That would waste a bit of time," he agreed.

"And given that we'd already started things before we got interrupted, maybe we should just start from there… and leave these for another time." She couldn't help but smile at the huge grin and rapid nodding coming from him.

This time there was no doubt in Elliot's mind, no need to check or double check. He was more than aware at just how much of a willing participant she was as she pulled at his top and started undressing him before they'd even got to the bedroom.

"I believe you were naked," she said, as her hands moved to his waist band.

"Well, I wasn't but this doesn't have to be an exact re-enactment," he said as he stepped out of his sweat pants, his hands reaching for her shirt.

"Oh, I agree," said Olivia as she shrugged out of the garment.

When her jeans hit the floor she stepped out of them and pulled Elliot towards her, and then onto her as she fell back onto the bed.

"Finally got you where I want you," she murmured as he kissed her neck.

"I could say the same thing," he replied edging his way up to her ear.

"Do you know how much I love you, Elliot?" she whispered as his lips brushed over hers.

"Yes I do, Livia," he replied, kissing her quickly. "Love you so much, baby."

"Mmmha," she mumbled into his mouth.

Their actions were slow and rhythmic, their touches tender and gentle, both more than willing to pour their love into the other. It was a beautiful expression of the mutual love and respect they had for each other but it wasn't really what either was expecting. Realising Elliot seemed a little hesitant Olivia pulled back.

"El," she whispered breathlessly, "you okay?" He grinned his reply. "Okay," she nodded.

"Why? Something wrong?" he asked, rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"I don't know," she replied, propping herself up on her forearms to look at him. "I mean this is nice and all but …"

"But you were expecting something more than 'nice'?" he asked, his hands caressing her hips.

"Yeah, I guess I imagined our first time to be a bit more … I don't know … fast and furious…" she admitted, tilting her head.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied, a soft chuckle in his voice. "I wasn't anticipating the 'niceness' either."

"Why do you think it's happening?" Olivia asked as her hand rubbed his chest.

"Not sure, but I guess I just wanted it to be so perfect for you … you know, just tender and loving …" he said, gazing into her eyes.

"So, you're going slow and denying all your urges just to go for it in a blaze of glory?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, something like that, sorry," he apologised closing his eyes.

Olivia wriggled up his body and kissed his nose.

"Thank you," she whispered, kissing him again. His eyes opened.

"For what?" he asked, his arms now wrapped around her.

"For making our first time so sweet and tender," she answered, her eyes gleaming.

"Oh, well, yeah," he stammered, a blush colouring his cheeks. "You're welcome."

"But this time, no holding back, yeah?" she prompted, his eyes widened. "I like nice and sweet but I think I'd prefer raw and passionate … you up for it, Stabler?" she quizzed.

"Damn right I'm up for it," he replied, quickly tossing them over and landing on top of her.

Olivia got her wish.

Again.

And again.

And again.

When the phone rang just after seven, Olivia wearily reached out the arm which had been on Elliot's chest and felt for the receiver.

"Stabler Residence," she mumbled. "Yes, aha, when? Sure. Nothing much. Okay. Love you."

She dropped the receiver back on the cradle and repositioned herself once more.

"Who was that?" Elliot muttered, as his hand came up to find hers.

"Dickie…won't be home till tomorrow … after lunch…" she related, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Mmmha," he nodded, his chin rubbing along her cheek. "Home after lunch, okay."

"Lunch," she echoed. "We missed lunch …" Slowly she forced her eyes open. "And if we don't do something soon we'll have missed dinner."

"Mmmha," he replied as the phone rang again. This time he answered it, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Yeah, hi baby, sure. Great. When? Okay. Love you."

After replacing the receiver Elliot opened his eyes and grinned.

"Snap," he laughed.

"Snap?" Olivia questioned.

"Lizzie's staying with Kathy overnight, won't be home til after lunch tomorrow," he grinned.

"You know what that means?" she asked, rolling off him and onto the bed.

"That I have you all to myself for at least another seventeen hours," he smiled rolling onto her. "Imagine what we could do with those seventeen hours."

"Imagine!" she grinned as he commenced an exploration of her body with his lips and tongue.

She stopped him when he got to her belly button.

"Babe, as much as I'm loving this, and I am… I think you need to feed me first … I'm starving…" she said stretching and trying to sit up.

"Food? You are thinking of food now?" he asked as he moved back up her body.

"Yes… Italian I think…" she nodded, reaching for the phonebook. "Know any good places who deliver?"

"Italian? Not really, Liv …why does it have to be Italian?" he asked, giving up on his previous activities.

"Pasta, pizza, full of carbohydrates … will give me lots of energy to get through those seventeen hours and everything you plan to do to me… or me to you…" she sassed.

Elliot grabbed the phone, dialled the first number he found in the phonebook and ordered anything Italian he could remotely remember Olivia ever having eaten or mentioning along with a some extras, just in case, and topping it off with a couple of different tubs of gelato.

As he was giving the delivery and credit card details Olivia climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

"I'll let you wash my back this time," she called as she reached the door. "And maybe some other things…" She laughed as she heard him groan and then try to explain it to the restaurant.

Elliot concluded the call quickly and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Room for one more?" he asked and stepped in without waiting for an answer. He ran his hands over Olivia's back before turning her to face him. It was only then he realised she was crying.

"What is it, Liv?" he asked, gently tugging her from under the shower spray and to him. She shook her head. "It's nothing," she replied, smiling.

"Tell me," he said, holding her tighter. "Please."

"They're good tears, El," she answered, her arms surrounding him.

"Good tears?" he echoed.

"Yeah, it's just for the first time, in a long time, maybe ever, I'm happy …" she said, the tears falling again.

"And that's a reason to cry?" he asked, leaning down and kissing the tears away.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little overcome by this sense of … of…" her voice trailed as Elliot pressed close to her.

"Of this feeling so right?" he offered.

"Yeah," she nodded into his chest. "Silly, isn't it?"

"No, baby," he replied, lifting her chin so he could look at her. "It's exactly how I'm feeling.

Olivia looked up to find Elliot's eyes brimming with tears.

Nothing else was said as she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him so forcefully she ended up stumbling backwards, dragging them both under the water. The heavy stream of pounding hot water was no match to the heat they were generating. Elliot steadied Olivia against the wall and was considering his next move, when she surprised him by hoisting herself up and hooking her leg as high on his body as she could, leaving him in little doubt as to what he should do.

Needing no other prompting, Elliot took her there and then, hard and fast against the wall. Keeping one hand behind her head to save injury, and one hand braced on the wall, Elliot held back nothing as he made her come twice. Olivia's nails breaking the skin on his back as she screamed out his name repeatedly.

Long before either had recovered sufficiently, the doorbell sounded with their order.

"I'll go," he whispered hoarsely, kissing her.

"Good," Olivia sighed from her seated position on the edge of the tub. "Don't think I could make it."

"Love you," he said, kissing her head and stepping out as the doorbell sounded again.

Elliot had been downstairs nearly ten minutes and had called Olivia twice before he headed back upstairs to find her. He didn't know what to make of it when he found her half laughing, half crying on the third step from the top.

"Liv?" he said, moving towards her. "You okay?"

"Aha," she giggled, swiping at her tears.

"What's happening?" he asked, standing in front of her.

"Um, oh… well," she started before giggling again.

"Olivia, what?" he asked, more than concerned by her actions.

"I think you've killed me," she laughed, grabbing onto his hands.

"Killed you?" he choked. "How?"

"I can't walk," she laughed. "My legs feel like jelly. I fell here and I can't get up."

"And why do you think that is?" he asked, not really seeing the humour.

"Well, I don't think my hamstrings were ever designed for that last thing we did…" she replied. "I think I just … um… overstretched or that you overstretched me more like it."

Elliot laughed. "Well, I've got the answer," he replied, grinning widely, before scooping her up and carrying her downstairs in a fireman's lift.

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Due to other circumstances, I won't be updating til at least next weekend (8-9 Nov), also replies to reviews may be delayed, so I'll thank you now in advance. I have the next chapter written and I think there may only be two after that.

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