The room was illuminated with a soft morning light, as the two of them laid there with their limbs still intertwined. They could have stayed there forever if it weren't for the damn alarm clock engrained into Hanks body. Waking up at the same exact time every morning for years tends to drill it into a person, and this was (unfortunately) no exception.

Pins pricked in his fingertips as his arm fidgeted from under Olivia's neck, tired and dead from hours of not moving, with the weight that her upper body pinned on him. The look on her face was priceless in his eyes, so calm and relaxed as her hair gently shaped her face. Every small line and wrinkle was the proof that she's lived and loved, evidence of how deeply she cares and how often she's been forced to frown. But also he could see the faintest of lines where she's recently had reason to smile. He hated to have to wake her, but he knew she would be horrified to roll in late to work in the same clothes she left in, though he knew it would be easy to play off by claiming she had one of the many late nights she's surely had going over a case again and again.

Deciding against that option, he brushed his hand gently along her hairline, whispering softly,

"Olivia." And in getting no response other than the light flutter of her eyelids as she turned her head and nuzzled it farther into his shoulder, he tried once more,

"Olivia. It's time to get up." His voice louder, as his hand nudged her shoulder.

"Mmmm." A low pitched low whine making its way out into the room as she shrugged him off.

Olivia Benson not being a morning person evoked a small fit of laughter, as he tried once more to wake her from her slumber.

"Olivia. You've got to wake up" and still. Nothing. He's always been an early riser, and knew they had a while before they HAD to leave. Olivia called the sitter last night and told her she'd bringing Noah to daycare, so that was all taken care of. A smirk rolled across his face as his fingertips ran along the curve of her body.

"Olivia," softly as his thumb played at her arm,

"Liv," as his index finger and middle finger ran along her hip. Only receiving a small smile and nothing else, as his knuckles dragged along the soft skin of her stomach. Gently grabbing the flesh of her hip, pulling her closer to him. Laying playfully on his side now, as he watched her chest rise and fall peacefully. Gently he brought the palm of his hand below the thin sheet that covered them, and firmly grasped one of her breasts. Smirking as her nipple hardened immediately to his touch. Shifting her weight slightly as she stirred but didn't get fully awaken, pressing her chest into his hand. As she arched her back he began to pull and pinch at the hardened flesh, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger. Careful not to ignore her other breast, he paid it the same attention. A small rush of cockiness made its way to his brain as he noticed her gently rocking her hips into the air, silently urging for friction. Running his fingers along the length of her body and pausing at the sensitive area just below her belly button he learned about last night. Gently he played at her thighs, glancing every so often at the blissful expression on her face, and continuing to tease her and play at her skin. Gently nudging her thighs apart, a smile washed upon his face as he was welcomed by a hot wetness, meant only for him. He could feel himself begin to harden against her hip, as he began to play with the silky wetness between her thighs, circling her clit gently with two of his rough calloused fingers. Shifting her weight once again, a small moan made its way into the room as he crawled down her body, licking at her skin and peppering her with kisses. Goosebumps rippled across her skin as he moved the sheet off of her body and kissed the crease of her thighs, and gently eased one finger into her, curving it upward as his lips met her hardened nub, suckling and circling it with his tongue.

"Mmm." He could feel her flutter around him, and eased another finger into her, pressing right where she needed it most. He could see her eyes open and squint as she adjusted to the light of the room.

"Good morning, sleepy head." His voice rough and mocking.

"Mmm." Unable to form a coherent thought, her insides melting by the second, only amplified as her eyes finally found their focus and fell upon that sideways grin on his face.

She could see his tongue moving against her skin, still in that groggy place where nothing felt real and it could possibly all be a dream, but she prayed that if this was a dream that she stay sleeping forever. The sound of his fingers picking up pace, a sloppy sound that was unmistakable echoed into the room as her back began to arch off the bed, her hands raking through his hair and nails digging info his scalp.

"Oh, Hank..." Her voice still tired and low, raspy and lazy.

Humming against her skin as he sucked on her, his hands moving at a frenzied pace.

The small vibration sent her over the edge as his fingers curled just right, and his tongue rubbed exactly right there. A low pitched grunt resonated deep in her chest as she gently shook, her thighs tightening around his head, and her fingers laced harder into his short locks.

"Ohhh" her body still rocking, working its way down as he continued to kiss her thighs, his fingers still playfully moving inside of her.

"S.. Stop, s, I'm s-sensitive..." Swatting at his hands as she laughed,

"MmMm. You're not going anywhere," hurrying up her body, gently pinning her body down, his fingers still buried in her.

"I only have," pausing to glance at the clock, "two hours," a kiss interrupted her,

"Before" another peck, "I have to go" a smile sweeping across her cheeks as he kissed her between words, as if he could change her mind if he kissed her enough.

"That's plenty of time."

"Plenty of time for wh-oh!" Arching her back as his fingers pressed deeper inside her,

"Oh god," swallowing her words as his tongue twirled in her mouth, sliding against hers in a slippery hot dance. Suckling on her tongue as she moaned, his fingers moving quickly as he looked directly into her eyes.

"Hank, please, I need you."

He could feel her insides tightening again,

"I need you inside me." Whispering in his ear as he nibbled at her earlobe, arguably her biggest weakness, the one thing that made her insides bubble and her heart pace.

Her hands scratched at his back as his fingers slipped out of her,

"Don't tease me, please, I need you-uhh" moaning as his length filled her.

"You like that?" His voice so low it vibrated in her chest.

"Yes, god yes." As he began to move his hips into hers.

Pulling him down for another kiss, trapping his bottom lip between her teeth as her hands played in his hair. Bringing his hand between them, as he played with her clit,

"H-harder, please" her voice muffled between his lips.

All to happy to oblige, he began pumping faster, while his hand continued to work over her. Tiny muffled yelps of pleasure, and pleas to "please don't stop" and "oh god there" melted and oozed into the room.

"Hank, oh god"

"Come on Olivia, you gonna cum?""Yes, oh, right there Hank."

"Cum for me Olivia,"

"Oh!" Gripping his arms, burying her head in his chest as her legs pressed into his sides. Hank could feel the wet hot proof of her release dripping down his leg as she came down slowly.

The room smelled like sex and her body was covered in beads of salty sweet sweat.

"If I could wake up like that every morning I would definitely consider being a morning person." Her hands weighed about a million pounds as they laid above her head.

"Well I can't promise every morning. But I can promise this one." He began to kiss her arms, and breasts, and suckle on her neck.

"Oh no," laughing as she pressed his shoulders back into the bed

"I've had my morning wake-up call. Now... It's your turn..."