Thank you all who are reading this! Don't worry we are getting to El meeting Noah, I promise. I just feel like these two need to make up for some lost time and a lot of sexual tension that never got released lol. Comments are welcome!

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Elliot handed Olivia a towel as they exited the bathroom. He followed her back to his bedroom, watching her move as she walked. He just couldn't get over how astonishingly beautiful she was. Wet hair, no makeup and she was a goddess. He wrapped his towel around his waist and reached forward and grabbed her hand to spin her around.

Their lips met, and he pulled her bottom lip in between his as she opened her mouth. His hands moved to her ass, one of his favorite places to hold her while they kissed, and hers went around his neck.

She loved how much he loved her. She felt like he was trying to make up for all the years they wasted tip toeing around each other and their feelings, in these last two days together. She smiled into his mouth thinking about all the ways they could make up for lost time.

"What?" he laughed, breaking their kiss and looking at her.

She looked at him, seeing the love he has for her permanently in his eyes, and said, "Nothing… I was just thinking about how I need to make an appointment to do my taxes…" and she almost couldn't keep herself from laughing.

"Hmmm…" he said taking a big breath in, "I love it when you talk dirty to me…" and he smiled slyly.

She laughed loudly at his statement. "Oh, you do huh?" she asked. Well just you wait she thought. She kissed him slowly, then looked at him, "I can be real dirty…" she said arching her eye brow, and then biting her lower lip. "Maybe later I'll show you just how dirty I can be…" and she let go of him, gave him a small kiss on the cheek, moving to sit on the bed.

"Liv you're killing me…" he said, his eyes rolling back as he closed them, trying his hardest to keep his self-control. "You really are going to be the death of me you know…" he said and went to get some clothes.

"Yup," she said, "I know… it's my life's ambition…" and she smiled when he looked back at her, chuckling as he shook his head at her.

"Um… El…" she said, her voice sounding a bit hesitant.

"What is it Liv?" he asked, turning back to look at her again.

"I just realized the only clothing I have is my dress…" she trailed off, thinking for a minute.

He looked at her for a second and then smiled thinking about that dress and replaying the moment he slipped it off her.

She blinked, waiting for a response from him.

"El…" she said, lifting her eyebrows at him.

He blinked and smiled at her. "Sorry, I was just thinking about you in that dress… and how much fun it was taking it off of you."

She shivered at the memory. "Yes, as… amazing as that was, I really don't think you want your neighbors thinking I'm doing the walk of shame… or that I'm an escort."

He laughed at her comment, shaking his head. "I certainly don't want that… Let me see here…" he said, opening a few of his dresser drawers. He found an old NYPD t-shirt, and a pair of sweats and grabbed some slide on sandals. He tossed them to her, and she threw them on without putting anything on underneath.

He watched her, taking a deep breath in.

"I don't know what is sexier… you in my clothes, or knowing you're not wearing any underwear." he said, his voice hitting a low timber.

She huffed out a laugh, a smirk across her face as she acknowledged his statement with a glittering look towards him. She stood up grabbing her thong and bra.

"Well I'll be wearing your clothes at least till we get to my apartment… and I have to go commando… you ruined my thong…" she said holding it up, showing him the tear, he didn't know he made last night.

He raised an eyebrow and snickered. "What can I say?" he said shrugging his shoulders. "I was… a little impatient… I'd tell you I'm sorry… but…" he paused taking in a breath. "I'm definitely not." he said.

She made an "oh well" face and said, "It's ok. I have more. You can rip those off me too…" and she tossed her clothes from last night into his laundry basket.

He shook his head at her. "You are pure sin…" he said, turning to dig out some old jeans and a t-shirt.

As he was getting dressed, she took a moment to bring the rim of the shirt to her nose. It smelled like Elliot, and she closed her eyes taking it in. Part of her still couldn't believe this was real.

After he left, she had taken the medallion he sent her and put it on a necklace and wore it for a while. It made her feel like he was still there with her, watching her back. She also clipped the small shield of his to her gun. Nothing worked. She was lost without him. People would whisper about her; she could feel the looks they would give her. Even Cragen used kid gloves with her for a while. She just didn't know how to exist in a world he wasn't in. A world where he wasn't her partner.

She had to act tough as nails on the job, trying to convince everyone she was fine. When she would go home at night though, she use to go through his stuff she brought back from the squad room. She would sit there and cry silently, struggling to cling to her memories of him. Asking questions in her mind, questions she never expected to have answered. Where was he? How was he? Was he thinking about her as much as she was of him? And the biggest question of all… why. Why did he leave SVU… why did he leave her?

Eventually she would get angry and think, why am I doing this? Why am I letting him still take pieces of me? It was stupid of her to fall for her married partner. She blamed herself for him leaving. She didn't deserve him. He belonged to someone else. Someone who she did care about.

Finally, after weeks of feeling like she was lost, she had taken everything of his, all his stuff from his desk at work, the things in his locker, all her pictures of them, and put them all in a box and shoved them in the back of her closet. The only things she left out were the medallion, his shield… and a sweatshirt of his.

He had given it to her one late night in the squad when he got tired of watching her shiver. He asked if she was cold, and she told him she was fine. Eventually he got up from his desk, went to his locker, grabbed his sweatshirt and just laid it on her desk on the way back to his. She put it on with no argument, glancing at him, sending a silent thank you. He just smiled faintly back at her, and they got back to work.

After he left, she would sleep in it occasionally. She would tell herself every time would be the last time. She had a hard time sleeping after tough cases, especially after he left, and the scent soothed her. His scent. Over time it became easier to need him less. She learned how to cope, and she grew from it. Ultimately that sweatshirt ended up in the same place as the rest of his stuff. Forgotten about in the back of her closet.

He lived only in her mind and in her dreams. Not a day went by where she didn't think about him… but she had to keep living. He was. Surely he was… without her.

She had two longer lasting relationships. One with Haden, and then Cassidy. But things ended like they always did.

It wasn't until Lewis that she needed him again. Needed him more than she ever thought possible. Lewis had tried to ruin everything in her life. He tried to get her to talk about Elliot with him. She wouldn't let him take Elliot from her. He was the one person who kept her going. Hope of seeing him again kept her alive. Elliot kept her alive.

No one ever had her back like he did, and she couldn't help but wonder, at times how things would have played out if he had been there. It was probably a good thing he wasn't. He might have ended up in jail, or worse. He would have been the only one to pull her out of the dark spiral Lewis sent her into. No one else could have understood. Not even her therapist was able to pull her completely out. She never even told Brian about what Lewis did to her either… and he never really asked.

Then Noah arrived. He made her whole world bright and shiny again. He was her life. She didn't need anyone else after he became hers. The bright spot in all the darkness.

When Tucker came along, that was… something. Something out of left field. Something she wasn't looking for and something she couldn't quite understand. She wasn't sure how it ever happened honestly. But again, it ended.

All her relationships met the same fate, and some were for the better, but she realized something last night as she fell asleep in Elliot's arms for the first time. All the men she dated would never measure up because they weren't Elliot. They never lasted because they weren't meant to. They would never get her like he did. They would never trust her like he did, and she could never trust them like she trusted Elliot. Last night everything clicked into place for her.

Nothing ever worked because she was meant to be with Elliot. She tried. She moved on, and openly looked for happiness, never consciously stacking them up against Elliot, but still, it never worked out in the end. She deep down always knew why, but never let herself think about it. Now things had changed. Changed for what she knew was her destiny.

She didn't need all his old possessions in her closet anymore. All those things were from the past. A past that made them, yes, but not one that defined them anymore. She was ready to embrace her future. She didn't know exactly what that future entailed, but she knew it wasn't just her and Noah's future. It was Elliot's as well.

EOEOEOEOEOEO

They arrived at her apartment a little after eleven. The whole way over to her place he had kept his hand on her. On her knee or intertwined with hers. It seemed so effortless. So natural… so right. He had never really been one for PDA, but with her… he just needed to be touching her.

She opened the door to her apartment and they walked in. They still had a little time before they were suppose to pick up Noah and Elliot decided to make the most of it.

Her hand was still entangled with his as she led him in. She tossed her purse on the couch and said, "Are you hungry? I can make us something for lunch…"

He pulled her back to him and crushed his lips to hers taking her breath away. She melted into him opening her mouth and giving him access. He wasted no time picking her up and taking her over to the same spot he had the last time he was in her apartment.

His hands made their way under the edge of her sweats searching for skin. He was so glad he had ruined her thong he thought as his hands grasped her ass. He moved one of his hands sliding up under her shirt and her head went back feeling the rough pad of his thumb graze over her nipple.

She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him to her, needing to feel him against her. She tugged at the collar of his shirt pulling it a little too hard, tearing the seam, then pulling it over his head, her hands immediately sliding over his newly exposed skin.

"Elll…" she dragged out. "I need you…" she panted breathlessly.

He pulled her off the counter as he kissed her hard. Heat was radiating from him, Olivia's hands and lips sending a current throughout his body. She pushed her sweats down and stepped out of them. She made quick work of unzipping his pants and pulled them down just enough to free him. They both moaned as her hand slid down the length of him.

He took a big breath in, huffing it out as the feeling of her talented hand and soft skin caressed him. His head dipped to her shoulder, his breath becoming shaky.

She put her lips to his ear and smiled with closed eyes before she whispered, "Elliot…. Fuck me…"

He had never reacted so fast in his life. Before she knew it, he had grabbed her, hauled her up against her fridge and slammed himself into her. She yelped as he thrust, her hands finding purchase on his skin, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. His fingers dug into her hips. Magnets and pictures Noah had drawn were flying all over the place, and the things on top of her fridge were shifting and falling as Elliot fucked her.

He kissed her hard, opening her mouth and devouring her. She couldn't breathe, and honestly wasn't worried about it. He sped up his thrusts, hitting her so deep and so hard she could feel her teeth rattle. His lips moved over to her jaw and up her neck taking her skin causing a high breathless sound to escape from her throat.

When she imagined how sex with Elliot would be, this is what she usually envisioned. Him taking her. Being rough and taking what he wanted. It was better than she imagined. He just… knew what to do to her, and how to do it. In her past experiences she usually had to "help" most men figure her out. Show them or tell them what she liked, and sometimes, well most times she ended up either not satisfied or responsible for her own satisfaction.

Of course Elliot would be the only exception. He just knew her. More than she knew herself. The things he caused her to feel were on another level completely. Mind, body and soul. She loved how he knew her. Like he had always known her.

His eyes met hers and she could see her own soul inside them. He still found a way to show her how much he loved her, and not just take from her what he wanted.

He then moved back to her ear, taking her earlobe in his mouth, biting and sucking, knowing it would send her spiraling. When his lips and tongue met the skin under her ear as he almost fully slid out of her and slammed back into her it sent her into oblivion. She screamed his name in his ear as she came, causing him to go over the edge with her.

He held her against the fridge breathing hard… letting the revelation he still felt every time he was inside her, of being with Olivia, wash over him. Her legs were still wrapped around him and he was buried deep inside her. She hummed, almost silently to herself feeling the same satisfaction he was feeling.

He moved his face to look at her. Light was beaming from them. She was always his light.

"Wow…" Elliot whispered.

His brain couldn't find any other word to say, let alone more than one to string together making a sentence.

Olivia pulled his face to hers, and kissed him slowly. He relaxed his grip, melting into her.

Finally regaining more motor functions, he pulled back and looked at her.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He questioned, feeling a little bit of worry.

She smiled, washing his fear away.

"I trust you El…I trust you unlike anyone else. I knew you wouldn't hurt me." She said her voice thick with contentment. "I definitely want more of that… I've had fantasies about how rough it could be with you..." she said a lower tone in her voice. The same one she uses to command her squad. It sent a shiver down his spine. She could command him to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge in that voice and he'd do it.

He had never really been rough with Kathy. He knew he could get carried away if someone let him, become unaware of just how much strength he had and he never wanted to go too far. But with Olivia…

On some level he knew she would be the only one he could cross that line with. The only one he trusted to go that far with. The only one who could take it… and maybe give it right back to him. When they use to argue over cases she always met him toe to toe. She didn't shy away from him or back off when he aimed his anger at her. It turned him on and made him want her more. He met his match. His equal… in more ways than one.

And yet she was also all the things he lacked. She was the level headed one. She could cool his anger just as quick as she could cause it. She made him more objective. Made him think things over more. Saw other avenues in cases. She was the perfect match to him. His equal in every way and also his other half. A perfect partner. His only true partner. For better or worse.

She slowly started to bring her legs down and he pulled himself out of her, already missing the feeling of being surrounded by her. Her legs were still a little wobbly and he smiled as she gripped his arms to steady herself.

"I love you El…" she said bringing her hand to his face.

He sighed, hearing the ease at which she was starting to say that to him with.

"I love you too Liv."