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While she was gone, Elliot helped Maureen pack up Eli's things and kissed his children good night. They were off to stay with Kathy tonight in the hopes that Elliot could finally persuade Olivia that she was loved.

When she came out of the bathroom, the family was deserted. Elliot was in the kitchen putting the remaining dishes in the dishwasher and the kids seemed to have disappeared.

She walked up to the kitchen counter and sat down on a bar stool facing Elliot. He had unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, loosened his tie, and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his sculpted forearms. When he heard her come in, he turned off the sink and turned to face her, drying his hands on a dish towel. She was a mess. Her eyes were puffy, her hair was disheveled, and her eye make up was completely gone. She was simply exhausted but stunningly beautiful.

"Hey." He whispered gently.

"Hi." She answered, shyly looking up at him. "You have some pretty amazing kids, El."

"Don't I know it."

"That wasn't nice to do to me without warning." Olivia said.

"Like you would have participated had I told you what they were planning."

"Touche."

"C'mere." Elliot said, walking around the island and offering Olivia his hand. "Do you have the energy for one more letter?"

"No." Olivia sighed. "But I'm not thinking I have a choice."

"Good." Elliot said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket has he sat Olivia down on the couch. He sat so that he was facing her and their thighs were touching and began to read.

My Dearest Liv,

You'll have to excuse this letter as I am not as eloquent as my children. They have edited this letter over and over again so hopefully, all of my grammar mistakes have been corrected.

It takes a very special woman to put up with me as long as you have. I know our partnership is over but I didn't want to let you go without telling you what these last years have meant to me.

Liv, the moment you walked into the precinct on your first day, I knew I was in trouble. Every moment that I have spent with you since our first meeting has been better than the last. When I'm with you, the rest of the world disappears and I feel a peace that I only feel when I'm with you: the peace of being truly happy and feeling completely understood. You have tried more than anyone else in my life to figure me out. You respect my opinions and you are not afraid to challenge me. I love that about you. Your confidence makes you shine.

You are the only person who has ever been able to calm me down when I see red. I know Captain Cragen was very thankful for that over the years but I was too. You always had my back. I hope you know that I tried to always have yours too.

I am so sorry, Olivia. I know that at the end of the day, I am the one that pushed you away and into Computer Crimes. I pushed you too fast into a relationship that you weren't ready for, I see that now, and I am so sorry. I never meant to jeopardize our partnership or your career at SVU. My offer still stands and I am more than willing to transfer out so that you can come back to where you belong. SVU is your home and you shouldn't feel like you have to leave because of me.

Olivia, writing this was quite possibly the most difficult thing I have done because I am terrified that you will not see it for what it is. These words are all I have left to give you. You have my heart and you will have it eternally. I don't want it back; it's yours. I love you, Olivia. I love you more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone. My version of heaven is falling asleep with you by my side each night and waking up to your incredible smile each day. That may sound corny but it's true. If you ever decide that you want that too, I will always be here.

I know it took a lot of strength for you to come here tonight. It meant a lot for my kids to be able to tell you how they feel. Thank you for taking such good care of them. I hope that one day you understand what your influence and love have done for them. They are better because of you. And so am I.

All of my love, always.

Elliot

Elliot folded the letter and set it down on Olivia's lap. She had one hand covering her mouth and the other reached out, trembling, and grasped the letter. She couldn't hold herself together anymore and dissolved into tears. Elliot scooped her up in his arms and pressed his face into her neck, uttering loving and reassuring words over and over again. He rubbed her back and quietly shushed and cooed until she started to calm. As her breathing began to slow, he kissed her neck and cheek and forehead, soothing her. She turned her head slightly to face him and brought a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, bringing his forehead down to hers. She matched her breathing with his and sat with her eyes closed, recovering for a few moments.

After a time, she opened her eyes and brought her other hand to his face, tracing his bottom lip with her thumb. His eyes flicked down to her lips and that was all it took. She crashed her lips into his and he met her force and passion move for move. Their lips moved against one another, sucking and nipping, and soothing until her mouth parted and he slipped his tongue inside to duel with hers.

Her hands were everywhere at once, smoothing over the expanse of his chest, running up his neck and down his arms. He kept his hands at her waist, occasionally running up to her ribs and brushing the sides of her breasts. He didn't want to push things too far too fast but his resolve was slipping the more she touched him.

She couldn't stand it anymore. She was too far away from him. She slid up onto her knees and straddled him, overpowering him quickly and pinning him to the back of the couch. Their lips broke apart and she sat over him, chest heaving, skin tingling, and body on fire.

"Liv," Elliot breathed between kissing her neck.

"Shh..." She cooed, hands traveling up the back of his neck and arching her spine so that her breasts pressed into his chest.

Elliot dragged his fingertips up her spine and pressed her further into him causing her to sink down on to his lap. She gasped as an electric bolt shot through her stomach and dropped her head down to where his shoulder and his neck met. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingertips into the sensitive skin at her waist, stopping her from rocking against him again.

"Liv. Stop."

"What?" She breathed, hot air against his neck sending chills down his spine.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret this and if we do this, I can't go back. I won't be able to pretend that nothing happened."

Olivia raised her head and looked at Elliot in the eyes. "I don't want to pretend anymore. I'm exhausted, Elliot. I can't keep moving through each day pretending to be numb. I love you. I'm in love with you. And I'm tired of feeling like shit. Kathleen was right. Greg's not my family and I'm not responsible for him. But you, El, you are my family and I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

Elliot brought his hands up to Olivia's cheeks and lowered her mouth to his. He kissed her slowly, thoughtfully, and carefully, savoring the taste of her. Using the arm of the couch for leverage, he stood up with Olivia still wrapped around him and carried her without another word to the bedroom, never breaking their kiss.

The room was dark but a faint moonlight shone through the curtains, illuminating Olivia's olive skin as she slid down Elliot's body and stood in front of him. He reached forward and kissed her again, toying with the hem of her sweater while she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

Elliot slid his hands underneath her sweater and along her abdomen, pausing as he reached the now small scars from where Sam had shot her. He caressed the wound gently, reverently, and continued his upward movement until he reached the under wire of her bra. He reached down and brought her sweater up over her head and discarded it on the floor. Olivia gazed at him intently, watching him look at her. He traced her curves with the pads of his fingers, gently mapping her skin with his hands. She sighed softly into the night air as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall gently to the floor between them.

He smoothed his hands back around to her waist and kissed her again. She was aching for him to touch her but he took his time, savoring every inch of her skin with his fingertips. Finally, he smoothed his thumbs over her pebbled and hard nipples. Olivia gasped as waves of pleasure shot through her core. He sucked on her neck and continued to massage her breasts, pressing himself closer to her, needing to feel her skin on his.

Frustrated with her lack of motor skills, Olivia ripped Elliot's shirt the rest of the way off and flung in on the floor, exposing his chest to her. She ran her hands down his abdomen mapping and feeling him the way he had so reverently done to her. Catching Olivia off guard, Elliot hoisted her up again so her legs were wrapped around his waist and continued to kiss her frantically and passionately. Skin met skin and both Elliot and Olivia were overwhelmed at the feeling.

Elliot lifted one knee on to the edge of the bed and laid Olivia down gently. He hovered over her, skimming over her peaked nipples and kissing her collarbone. His mouth traveled over her smooth skin, to the tops of her breasts, and finally took her left nipple in his mouth. Olivia mewed and gasped in pleasure, clutching at Elliot's shoulders and neck with her fingernails. He continued his ministrations, loving the feeling of her writhing and squirming beneath him. He moved to her other breast and began to unbutton her jeans.

She moved her hands to his belt buckle and slid the leather through the belt loops and onto the floor. He slid down her zipper and shimmied her pants down her waist and off her long, smooth legs. Olivia thanked the gods that she had remembered to shave this morning, though she doubted Elliot would have even cared.

Olivia slid Elliot's pants down his legs and he kicked them off with ease. Supporting his weight on one of his arms he trailed his fingers down Olivia's stomach and played with the waist of her black lace panties. Olivia undulated her hips, rolling them achingly into Elliot's hand and he slid his fingers under the thin material, touching her for the first time. Olivia moaned softly and pulled Elliot back down to her. She kissed him fiercely as he explored her, finally pushing into her with two thick fingers. Olivia cried out but her voice was swallowed by Elliot's kiss. He pushed into her again, gently twisting his fingers this time causing her to writhe in pleasure. She clawed at his back and sides as he slid his fingers in and out of wetness.

Olivia hands found the waistband of Elliot's boxers and she pushed them down, desperate to feel him. She took him in her hand, not at all surprised that he was larger than she had ever had, and stroked him gently. Elliot moaned, his hot breath spilling over her skin. Elliot looked at Olivia, needing confirmation again that she was okay with this. He was still in shock that she was in his bed. Seeing her hooded, love-filled gaze was all the go head he needed. Elliot slid his hands under the waist of her panties and peeled them down her legs. She watched him, eyes black with lust as he kissed his way back up her leg. She moaned and rolled her head to the side when his lips reached her inner thigh. He dragged his tongue slowly upwards until she couldn't stand it anymore and thrust her hips towards him.

Elliot held her hips down gently and spread her legs, opening her folds to him. He ran his tongue along the length of her folds, tasting her, savoring her. He circled his tongue over her clit, teasing her until she cried out in pleasure. She pulled him up to her and kissed him, relishing her taste on his lips. Elliot hovered over Olivia, supporting his weight on his forearms. He brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Olivia Benson." He whispered.

"I love you too, El."

The air in the room was thick with want. Elliot and Olivia were both panting in anticipation, beads of sweat sliding beginning to form on their skin.

Ellliot positioned herself at Olivia's entrance and kissed her once more, sliding into her at the same time with ease and filling her completely. She moaned into his mouth and he paused to let her adjust to him.

She rocked her hips, begging him to move and he did, slowly. His body covered hers completely, making Olivia feel safe and at home. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. She had never felt so alive before. Her whole body tingled and her mind was overwhelmed with emotion. Somehow, she knew this meant forever to Elliot and that knowledge gave her a freedom she had never felt before.

Her lower core was aching with a sweet tension as Elliot pushed her higher and higher. He moaned into her ear, spurring her to dig her heels into the backs of his thighs. He pushed deeper and harder with each thrust, feeling sensations he had never experienced before. The way Olivia's eyes blazed through him and the feeling of her body drawing him in, not able to get enough of him, was more than Elliot had ever imagined this to be. They fit together perfectly, bodies aligning with symmetry, movements smooth, fluid, and coordinated. Sensing what the other needed before they knew they needed it.

Olivia's body was humming with intense pleasure. It had never been like this for her before. She had never dropped all of her walls and allowed a man access to her entire soul before but here was Elliot, creating in her feelings she never imagined possible, loving every inch of her body, worshiping her. She was close and her inner walls were fluttering around Elliot intensely.

"Let go, baby. It's okay, I'm with you."

Olivia's walls clamped down, sending her spiraling into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Elliot followed her shortly after and collapsed on top of her, panting in exhaustion.

"Wow..." Elliot breathed into her hair.

"Yeah..." Olivia echoed, smiling. She turned her head and kissed him, loving the feeling of his full weight on her body. "I love you, Elliot." She whispered.

"I love you, too. Always."

After a few moments, Elliot slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled to the side. He gathered Olivia up in his arms, spooning her and pulled the comforter over them. Olivia was emotionally spent and fell asleep within minutes, safe his arms. Elliot watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest and the beating of her heart soothing him to sleep a few moments later.