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Therapy

Olivia looked back up into his eyes, hers now filled with gratefulness at his agreement to go at her pace with telling people. She then remembered Lucy was going to be here any minute.

"I think we need to let Lucy know though…" she trailed off laughing to herself remembering Lucy pretty much already knew from catching Elliot mauling her against her front door the other night. She saw Elliot smile, the same memory filling his mind no doubt.

"Well, officially let her know." She said with a grin.

"Officially…" he said feeling his love and need for her bubble up inside him at her using the word official regarding their relationship. He leaned his head down to hers craving to satisfy his need.

He took her lips softly with his, slowly moving his over hers. It was oh so fulfilling and yet he needed more. He always needed more of her. He parted her lips with his tongue begging for entrance and she more than willingly allowed him access.

His hands slid down to her ass and gripped her, pulling her up and into him. He moved them pushing her back up against the counter opposite the sink. He needed to be pressed up against her, invading her space. Her arms wrapped themselves tighter around his neck, needing the same thing.

Before Olivia had a chance to explore more of him with her hands, she heard her front door open. Lucy.

Elliot and Olivia pulled apart, both breathing hard, blush creeping up into her cheeks. Man, they really needed to try to get control of themselves she thought, unable to keep the smile from her lips as she heard El clear his throat. They both faced Lucy, Olivia fixing her blouse, Elliot placing his palms down on her countertop trying to reign himself in.

Lucy stood there, her eyes wide with a smirk forming on her face, stopped in her tracks. She slowly walked into Liv's apartment, setting her bag down on the couch.

Olivia shook her head, trying to clear her mind enough to speak. She looked at El who had a smug grin on his face as he met her eye contact, and then they both looked back at Lucy. Liv opened her mouth, and it took a second for her words to come out.

"So, you remember Detective Stabler…" Liv said, feeling slightly embarrassed at her tongue being a little tied.

Lucy smiled and said, "Yes… good morning Detective."

"You will probably be seeing me a lot from now on so you can call me Elliot." he said, a little smirk still on his face.

"Oh" Lucy said, "So you two are… dating?" she said and smiled at Liv.

"Ah… yes…" Liv said her face feeling heat creep up. "We are together." She looked at Elliot who was already looking at her, that deep blue love for her in his eyes.

She felt shaky and nervous at saying the words out loud to someone other than herself or Elliot. It was weird, amazing, scary, and… lovely. She looked back at Lucy who had a big smile on her face.

"Well, that's great! I'm so happy for you both." Lucy said. She didn't know their past, but she had seen Liv with other men, and there was just something different about the way Elliot looked at her. She knew this was the one. The one true love of Olivia's life. After seeing Olivia's reaction when she came across those pictures of the two of them, from what seemed like a different life, she knew he was someone exceptionally special to her.

"Ah, Lucy… we haven't really told anyone else yet, Noah knows… and you… but it's still new so…"

"Of course, Liv. It's not really my news to share anyway." Lucy said with an earnest smile.

"Thanks Lucy." Olivia said letting out a small breath she didn't know she was holding.

"We should probably be going… Liv, do you want a ride to work?" El asked.

"Sure…" Olivia said, and she let the feeling of how domestic this was wash over her. Again, something so simple as her boyfriend giving her a ride to work, and yet because it was Elliot, warmth spread over her, and she let it.

They both said goodbye to Noah before they left, and Lucy stood by watching this little family forming in front of her and she felt happy for them.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Olivia walked into the 16th precinct feeling better than she ever has. She could still feel and taste Elliot on her lips from their goodbye kiss. He left her a little flushed and wanting more, but if they went down that road… there was no telling if she would have been able to stop herself from climbing in the back seat with him and fulfilling a few old fantasies she had.

Fin was the first to greet her. He knew something was different about her. He eyed her carefully but true to his style he just sat back and took it in, let it simmer.

Olivia just felt like she couldn't keep the smile from her face. Amanda and Kat were out chasing down a lead, which Liv was grateful for since she knew Amanda would want to talk about what happened at Fin's wedding.

Olivia also had a million emails to return and paperwork that needed to be done and a thousand other things. She sighed and sat down at her desk, not sure what to do first. She took her phone out, unlocked it and looked at her background. Her heart melted at the picture of her and Elliot. God, she missed him so much already. Her body stirred at all the memories of the weekend, and where his hands, and lips, and tongue had been. She took a second and closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and exhaled. She had to focus now. There was work to be done.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

On his way to his apartment Elliot called Bell to remind her of his therapy appointment. As he made his way into his building all he could think of was Saturday night. The elevator reminded him of how worked up he was over her. When he entered his apartment every place he looked he saw her. He saw them eating breakfast at his kitchen table, he saw the spot where he had taken her dress off and seen all her beautiful skin for the first time.

He walked into his bedroom and the bed was still a mess from their love making. He took a deep breath in. It still smelled faintly of her perfume and of them together. Her moans echoed in his ears, and he closed his eyes, and it was almost as if he could feel her skin under his hands.

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and he felt goosebumps ripple across his body. He was getting distracted by his memory and he needed to focus. He started to undress and decided to jump in the shower. As soon as he stepped in the tub the vivid memory of her and the image of her taking him all the way in her mouth flooded his brain, causing him quite a bit of arousal.

He chuckled to himself. Even though he now had Olivia back in his life and in his bed and he knew her in the deepest of ways, it still didn't keep his mind from fantasizing about her in his shower. She was his fantasy and that didn't ebb just because they were together. Even now, having the deep knowledge of what she sounded like, and how she felt trembling and shaking around him, she will always be his fantasy. And knowing she could and would fulfill all the ones he had of her and create new ones was sharply blowing his mind.

He touched himself thinking about her delicate fingers and soft hands on him, wishing they were really hers right now and not his own. He closed his eyes and felt the steam from the shower hit his face. Nothing was ever going to be the same for him. She ruined him. Every release he had from now on would always have her name on it. He felt himself tighten and knew this release would only take the edge off his arousal. Like when a heroin addict must use a different drug until they can get their hands on what they really want. She was the only one who could fully and completely sate his need. His release came after he remembered the feeling of being buried deep inside her for the first time. He felt a little dizzy after and tried to shake the feeling of being incomplete without her there.

After he finished his shower, he went to his dresser drawer to get out a pair of briefs as he wrapped his towel around his waist and when he opened the top drawer there was a little surprise for him. Laying on top of his clothes was Olivia's torn thong with a note. He held the note up and it read,

Always thinking of you

Love

Liv

He touched the delicate black lace and felt a pang of deep longing for her. When did she do this? Maybe when he was finishing up the dishes in his sink they had left he thought. It didn't really matter though. He took a breath in feeling the tug deep down in his soul he always felt when he thought of her. He placed the note and thong back where she had left it for him and grabbed his phone from his nightstand before he started getting dressed.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Back at SVU Olivia was knee deep in paperwork, cases, and phone calls. She heard her phone ding, knowing it was a text. She thought it might be Amanda letting her know how things were going with the recent flasher in the park but as she paused to look at it, she saw it was from Elliot.

She opened her phone and saw a picture of him, no shirt, only what she could make out to be a towel wrapped low around his waist. He had a smirk on his face and a gleam in his eyes. One she knew all too well. She felt her insides tighten and arousal hit her looking at this smoldering picture he sent her. His chiseled body and muscular arms were were making her mouth water. Then he texted her.

Always thinking of you too… I miss you beautiful.

He found the little present she left for him. Her pulse quickened. She missed him too. So much. She felt the ache in her chest. She sighed and rolled her eyes at herself. It had only been a few hours since he dropped her off at work. Twice now she had to try to pull herself together. But before she did, she saved that picture and opened her camera and send him a picture of her blowing him a kiss. She texted him she missed him too. His response came quickly.

You're killing me with those lips…

She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and answered with,

Oh, I definitely plan on doing exactly that with these lips… I love you sweets.

He sent her an emoji with starry eyes and replied with,

I love you too beautiful.

She smiled feeling his "I love you" wrap around her like a warm blanket. Then a voice startled her, and she dropped her phone.

"Captain…" Fin said. "I didn't know if you heard me knock… didn't mean to startle you." He said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Fin, sorry, come in. I was just… answering a text." She said, pausing trying to collect her thoughts.

"From your boyfriend?" Fin said boldly with a smirk on his face.

"Umm… what?" She said still distracted and then she put her phone down.

Fin laughed and asked, "How's Elliot?"

"What?" Liv said a little shocked. "We're just… it's not… um…" she stumbled over her words. She really hadn't planned on telling anyone else besides Lucy right now but apparently the universe had other ideas.

He sat down waiting for her reply not giving her an out. She smiled and huffed out a breath.

"He's ah… good. Very good…" she said unable to keep her smile from widening.

"Finally… Liv it's about damn time. Now I have to call Munch and tell him he lost our bet."

She laughed out loud and said, "I knew it! I told El my money was on you."

"Can't wait to collect." he said. "But honestly Liv I'm happy for you. I know you two have an obviously unshakable bond and you deserve someone who gets you and this job. You also were the only one who could deal with his moody ass on the daily."

She laughed again knowing he wasn't wrong.

"I think that might have been due to some unresolved… tension." She said lifting her eyebrow knowingly at Fin. "But it's definitely been resolved… and then some." She said as she lowered her eyes to her desk, remembering exactly every detail of how they resolved it.

Fin's lips curled slightly into a half smile, and he nodded.

"Alright baby girl…" he said and fully smiled at her.

She sighed and looked back at Fin. It felt good to tell him. He was the only one left who knew them both then and now. The only one who even had the slightest idea of just how connected they were, and just how complicated it was.

"Thanks Fin. And we really haven't told anyone yet so…" she paused looking for the right words.

"Don't worry… I got you." Fin said reassuring her.

She smiled her thanks. It was nice sharing this moment with Fin. He was the one who was there for her when Elliot left. Giving her space while still protecting her. Covering for her while she spiraled through the darkness he left in his absence. She owed him a lot and was never more sure of him being her number two.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Elliot walked into Dr. Carpenter-Grey's office and sat down. He was starting to feel more comfortable with her, and therapy in general. It had proven itself to him since his PTSD had become manageable and since the love of his life had been declared officially.

"Morning Doc." He said.

"Good morning Elliot." She looked up at him and paused noticing his change in demeanor. He looked relaxed. More than she had ever seen. For months he was a wound-up ball of nerves and tension, anger and guilt all mixed with grief. She knew a bit of his history with mandated therapy from his work in SVU. She did her research on him after he became a patient of hers.

He clearly didn't think very much of her profession, which usually stems from a bad encounter with another therapist, but she liked the challenge. She wanted to help him and hoped she could.

He had a classic case of feeling overly responsible. For everyone and everything in his life. Everything fell on his shoulders. Even things that were out of his control. Lack of control caused him to act impulsively, hence all his angry violent outbursts noted in his jacket.

The line of work he used to be in, she could empathize. It took someone dedicated to getting justice and helping victims of such heinous crimes. As she got to know him and started his treatment for PTSD for witnessing the murder of his wife, there were other things that stood out to her.

His need to do the right thing, always be the responsible one stemmed from childhood. She learned his mother suffered from bipolar disorder and her expansive impulses to break free from responsibility caused him to bear that weight on his shoulders as a young boy.

Not only did she task herself with helping him cope with the death of his wife, but to help him keep living. Not letting her death pull him down the dark road of grief with no destination. Getting his then girlfriend pregnant at a young age and doing the responsible thing of marrying her also contributed to this overabundant burden of doing the right thing.

They had been making strides in that area once his PTSD was controllable. He had hinted at someone special in his life. Someone who meant the world to him, and she encouraged his feelings for this person. He still felt guilt, but she wasn't entirely sure it was the kind of guilt a widower feels when they have a new relationship after the passing of a spouse. She sensed something happened between the two of them a long time ago, but they were back in each other's lives now. He was very tight lipped about any details of her. Overtly protective of her. He was careful not to mention her name, showing he still had a little distrust in therapy.

"How are you?" she asked.

Elliot smiled, and took a deep breath in and drew it out slowly. "Better than I think I've ever been." He said.

"Oh?" Dr. Carpenter-Grey said. "And what brought this on?"

"More like who…" El said feeling warmth spread over him as Olivia flashed in his mind.

She stopped writing and looked up at him. "Who?" she questioned. "Is this the same "who" you have carefully tiptoed around with me for weeks now?"

"Yes…. " he paused feeling the need to bare his soul about Olivia to her and suddenly he was nervous as hell. She noted his hesitation and waited for him to continue.

"She is…" he sighed. "Like seeing the sunrise. No matter how many times you've seen it, its beauty takes your breath away. And when it hits your skin, its warmth is consuming and comforting in a way that's like... coming home. You know it will always be there to shed light on all your darkness." He let a shaky breath out at the end of his confession and felt unshed tears welling in his eyes.

Dr. Carpenter-Grey genuinely smiled at Elliot.

"She's the one." He said.