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Consumed

Today was the day.

Olivia felt her stomach twist a little. A little in anticipation, but also there was a hint of anxiousness there too.

Today was the day they were having a family meeting. Her, Noah, Elliot… and all of the Stablers.

Maureen… Kathleen… Richard… Elizabeth… Eli… and Bernie.

There was going to be a lot to unpack. Telling his kids about her and Elliot dating and moving in together was going to be difficult in itself and she wished it didn't have to be like this. She knew at some point they were going to tell his kids… but all at once like this?

She had thought maybe one at a time. Tell them individually and give them the room and time to come to terms with this. She knew it would be hard. There isn't any amount of time allotted for grieving a loved one… especially a parent, let alone when that parent was taken from you so abruptly. Serena drifted into her mind. Even though her relationship was strained at times with her mother, she still missed her every day. It never got easier.

And in no way did she ever want any of them to think she was trying to replace their mom. Her and Kathy were two very different people both with a relationship as different as night and day with Elliot. There would be no comparison and she wanted to make sure they all knew that. And just because she was with Elliot now, and moving faster than ever into their future together, didn't mean she'd let Kathy's memory fade.

That would be unfair and something she would never expect. She could never let that happen. Every time she looked into their faces, she saw Kathy. Yes, she saw Elliot too… Kathleen's blue eyes, Maureen's thoughtfulness, Richard's stubbornness, Lizzy's propensity to win at cards… Eli's sensitivity.

But Kathy was there as well. She had fiercely protected her children, even from Elliot, if need be, and that was a quality she admired in her. Kathy would have moved heaven and earth for any one of her kids, just like she herself would do for Noah. All Kathy's daughters had her blonde fairness, and her ability to forgive.

If she was being honest with herself, the Stabler daughters weren't the ones she was worried about. Richard had on more than one occasion made it difficult for Elliot where she was concerned. His teen years were hell for El, and she knew it. But Richard seemed a little calmer now in his adulthood. But Eli… Eli was still young. Pulled from what he knew. His friends, soccer, his school… and now his dad's vacancy as well as he chased after a madman.

Left to morn his mother and try to figure things out pretty much on his own. She did feel guilty for that. Even though it was Elliot that had sent him to Maureen's because it wasn't safe, she had been pretty much monopolizing his time as of late.

And now this… the uncertain threat that Wheatley has now left looming over their heads. But there was absolutely no way on this earth she would let him hurt any single person in his family or hers… hopefully soon… it would be their family.

They already were her family. Even though she was just looking in. All those years they were partners she always felt invited, but she kept herself on the outside. She didn't want to intrude on Elliot's family, but she loved them and protected them like they were her own. She just hoped that now she could step inside… and they would accept her and Noah as their family.

She took a deep breath in and let it out slow. She felt Elliot shift slightly beneath her. His hands moved languidly over her back, wrapping themselves around her waist, keeping her tight to him.

Liv was half laying on top of him, her head tucked under his chin, her knee pulled up over his hips. She sighed again as his warm hands started to melt away some of her worry.

"Hmmm… I can feel you thinking…" El said softly, still half asleep. He felt her smile into his skin. She loved how he knew her. Knew her better than anyone, and how he could just feel… everything. He had always been able to read her and since the first second he'd been inside her all her walls fell down. There was nothing left between them to keep them apart or hide behind and that knowledge would never be less than remarkable. He was the only one she ever wanted to feel this way with. Elliot had always been the only one.

She felt that warm familiar tug in her belly caused only by the beautiful man laying naked under her, and she peppered a few little kisses into his skin as his hands started to move over her back slowly.

He knew this day was possibly going to be difficult all around. But he had a good feeling too. It was all going to work out. He loved his kids, he loved his mother, and he loved Liv and Noah. That was it. That was all he needed. Things were going to work out because he knew they would. He just knew. This was where he was supposed to be, and she was who he was always meant to be with. It was just going to work out. It had to.

But he knew she was worried. They hadn't even discussed how they were going to tell his kids before all this Wheatley stuff. And now they were sort of scrambling to get their ducks in a row. He knew once this day was over, and they started looking at a new place, and things were settled, she'd relax. And until then he'd just have to help her relax.

He was going to spend the rest of their lives helping her relax.

He kissed the top of her head and glanced at the time. It was still early; Noah would still be sleeping for another few hours. Images of last night seeped into his mind. She had known just what to do to ease his anxiety, and to take his mind off things. And she was damn good at it. How she managed to melt all his worry away until his mind was just saturated in her and just her was… well quite a talent. He had slept soundly after, her wrapped around him… both of them peaceful… and satisfied… happy.

He could easily become consumed by things. Anger, his pride, getting justice… being bull headed… but he also had the ability to bring himself back down. It wasn't always easy, and it took its toll righting wrongs, but he did have control… patience… compassion, the ability to admit when he was wrong… empathy. And no one knew that better than Liv. No one knew how to tap into that and remind him of who he was like she did. No one brought those good qualities of his the way she could. And now that they had been together in ways he had only dreamed of, she was the only thing he ever wanted to be consumed by.

She had always had that effect on him. All the times he sat at his desk not doing paperwork or pretending to be looking over a case but instead found himself thinking about her was more times than he'd like to admit. All those nights in the squad car, walking side by side on the streets of Manhattan… even when they fought… he found himself completely drawn to her.

The fire in her eyes, the heat radiating from her skin as she glared at him, the way her chest would rise and fall faster as her pulse quickened. God she was beautiful even when she was mad at him. No one had ever been able to consume him like she did.

When he was with Kathy, it had never been like this. Not that what they had wasn't something special. It was in its own way. But after, his mind would still float off. Sometimes he would wake up and still feel the dulled edge of whatever it was that was eating at him. Cases… victims… problems with his kids… the struggle of juggling his family with his work… and of course… Olivia.

He'd get up unable to sleep, and stand looking into his refrigerator knowing he wasn't going to find what he was looking for in there. Wondering if she was awake. Wondering if she was alone. Wondering… aching… wishing…

But with Liv… every time was consuming. Every time was different and exciting, and… perfect. More than he could have ever imagined it would be, and yet he also just knew it would be this way with her. Deep in his soul he knew. He knew they were the best team. Equal. Partners. There was nothing they couldn't deal with together.

And right in this movement, there was nothing he wanted more than to ease her worry and remind her, just like she had last night for him, of just how perfect they were for each other… made for each other. Of exactly how well he knew her, her mind, and her body.

He felt her shift herself on him, her knee moving up a little higher on his hip and he felt her rock herself against his leg a little. He filled his nostrils and lungs with the scent of her as he breathed in her hair.

Consuming… so consuming. Intense and burning. Overwhelming. She was everything.

Unconditionally so.

How was this possible? How could one person be so… intoxicating… so beautiful… so perfect in every way. Make him feel more himself than he ever had. Make him feel more loved and wanted and desired. And even more than how she made him feel, it was how he found himself capable of loving her so completely. Every inch of her skin, her scars, the flaws she thought she had, (of which he truly believed she had none) her soul, her mind… and most of all the truly compassionate heart that beat inside her.

He had always felt the need deep inside him to be a good person… to help people. Be a good cop, a good husband and father, a good son. And even though he had felt like he had fallen short of where he tried to be in many areas of his life this wasn't one. He could be the best friend, the best partner, the best lover… the best husband… the best father… because of her.

After all the time they have spent together, knowing each other and working out problems and meeting challenges head on, just like they always had, he was sure. Sure, she was the driving force behind everything in his life. God had brought her to him and his whole life had changed. And for that alone he would be a believer the rest of his life.

He moved his hand down to her hip and over her knee and held her to him as he rolled her under him. It was still dark, and his eyes hadn't yet adjusted but he didn't need any light to find her lips. He melted into her mouth, his tongue slipping in when she parted her lips for him. She opened her legs, accommodating his hips between them as she wrapped her arms around his back, her fingers smoothing over the muscles there.

"No more thinking…" he said in-between their kisses. He took a breath in through his nose as his tongue slipped back into her mouth and he felt her muscles flex beneath him. She grazed his bottom lip with her teeth and then pulled back a little breathless.

"Elliot…" she said, her voice right on the edge of arousal, but quiet… searching.

He swallowed and ran his hand across her cheek. He knew her question without her ever having to speak it. His eyes had finally adjusted and he looked into those beautiful brown ones of hers, that were looking back up into his.

"Liv… they love you. And they are going to love Noah too. I know this isn't... the ideal way… but you and I? We make a great team…" he said and rocked his growing erection into her softly and he felt her body shiver, "Remember…" he finished, and he slid himself up against her again, and took her mouth. She moaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on him, locking her legs around his waist, chasing the buildup he was creating inside her as her heart beat faster, just for him.

Elliot moved his mouth from hers, much to her protest and let his lips brush her ear before he whispered, "Now… no more thinking… I want you to close your eyes and just feel…"

He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked, then he swirled his tongue around it and pulled a little with his teeth and he heard her suck in a sharp breath. He felt her thighs flex around him. She knew where he was going with this, and her own anticipation was making his mouth water.

"No peeking…" he whispered into her ear and then kissed her cheek and made his way down her jaw and across her neck.

A moan escaped her as his mouth sucked and kissed down the middle of her chest, and his right hand came up and over her breast. He kneaded her in his hand softly and moved his mouth over her nipple taking it in between his lips and swirled and circled like he had to her earlobe, reminding her of his plans for other parts of her body and she whimpered.

He looked up from her breast to see if she still had her eyes closed, and she did. Her bottom lip was being tugged by her teeth and her eyebrows were slightly knit. He loved to watch her in the pleasure he elicited. There was nothing like giving Captain Olivia Benson pleasure. Just nothing like it in this world.

He went back to her breast, kissing and sucking at her skin, before he moved to her left breast and gave it the same attention. He then sat up, sitting back on his feet keeping her splayed open to him. He let his hands smooth over her stomach and moved up and took her breasts in both hands. He massaged her, filling his hands full of her, watching her enjoy herself.

He watched her tongue slip out, licking her lips before she pulled bottom lip back in and moaned, letting her hands move through her hair as she arched into his warm touch.

He leaned back over her cupping her from underneath creating a nice V and he let his tongue smooth over and into the dip into her cleavage. Olivia moaned again bringing her hands to the back of his head, her nails lightly scratching over his skin. Slowly he moved down her stomach.

El felt heat rake out across his skin and his cock twitched. He could feel his blood running faster, his pulse quickened… his muscles tightened at his own anticipation of finding out just how ready she was for him, just how hot and wet she was. Of just how much her body always reacted to him.

He adjusted himself on the bed, moving his legs out from under him, laying on his stomach as he gripped her hips and pushed her thighs wider with his forearms. He pulled at the skin in the crease at her hip with his teeth and she moaned a little deeper. He moved low across her belly, inches from where they both wanted him to be, and his lips kissed the other side of her hip. A softer sweeter moan slipped out of her mouth as she felt him tenderly love on her tattoo.

Then he moved lower. He nipped and sucked and kissed at all her skin but not where she was now throbbing. She was worked up and ready to feel his tongue and lips over her and inside her. She had already forgotten her worry, her doubts and fears of how today was going to go, and the only thing on her mind was Elliot. Elliot's lips… Elliot's tongue… the way he could edge her into a mind-blowing orgasm with just his mouth and it was consuming every part of her.

Just as she was about to open her eyes and tell him she couldn't wait any longer, she felt his finger slowly draw itself up her opening. It was a light touch, just barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She ran her hands over her breasts as she sucked in a deep breath and waited.

She felt him do it again, this time she felt a little more of his finger, and she shivered as the tip of his finger brushed her clit and she heard him moan and the sound of his lips smacking. He was tasting her off of his finger and just the thought of it sent a shot of heat across her body.

"More…." She moaned out. She could feel her walls pulsing, and more of her arousal dripping out of her. She needed more. She needed more of him… just… more. Always more.

She heard his low chuckle, and she was at the point she didn't even care if he had that cocky grin on his face, she was dying, and he was the only one who would be able to save her and bring her sweet release.

Again, she was just about to open her eyes and beg him to touch her when she felt his tongue brush up along her opening.

"Oooohhhhh yessssssss" she hissed out. He did it again, his tongue dipping inside her further as he licked all the way up her. She rocked her hips up chasing after his tongue and feeling of him loving her this way. Loving her in this very intimate way… a way she didn't always feel comfortable before with other men and the few she had let go down on her, it hadn't been anything to brag about.

But Elliot made everything better. He just knew how she liked it and he was so damn good at it. No man had ever made her come this way or honestly come as many times as she had in the last few weeks. She really shouldn't be surprised by this though… he was very good with details and incredibly devoted to whatever he put his mind to… so of course he'd be good at this.

Her head was starting to swim, and she could feel her toes start to curl and he hadn't even really started yet.

She felt his hands come to the outside of her opening and his thumbs pulled her open to him. She heard a pleasure-soaked sound come out of him seconds before she felt his mouth on her. He flattened his tongue and pulled all the way up, then wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She arched into him, her head pushing into the mattress.

"Oh fuck… yes, El… yessss baby…" she whimpered. He hummed as he sucked and flicked and swirled his tongue around her just like he did to her earlobe and her nipples. She was starting to rock herself into him, her hips lifting a little, her legs getting antsy. So, he moved his hands from her and slid his left arm under her leg and wrapped it around her torso to keep her where he wanted her.

He moved back to her opening, closing his mouth around her and started to fuck her with his tongue. There was no where he'd rather be then here with her, moaning is name while her legs were wrapped around his head, his face buried in her. God, she was so wet, and he loved the taste of her. He could feel her muscles contract inside her like they did when he was buried deep inside her, and he knew she was close.

He was keeping her on the edge of bliss, and she could feel it start to spark behind her eyes. She wanted to open them and see him. Watch him between her legs, licking and sucking and fucking her. She wanted to ride his face until she forgot her own name. But he had started this, and so she'd play by his rules. He had done the same for her last night, so it was only fair to return the favor. Not that she didn't really enjoy just feeling everything he had done so far, because she did. And maybe sometime soon, she'd repay the favor, but right now she wanted to watch… she needed to watch.

"Hmmm…baby I want…" she whispered but was cut off by her own moan as he hummed again sucking on her clit.

He moved his mouth from her, and she whined in protest.

"Tell me what you want beautiful…" he said, his voice low and throaty. He was now rock solid and aching for her. But he could wait. He waited twenty-three years, so another few minutes was like a blink of an eye.

"I wanna watch…" she said, her voice begging.

He swallowed hard, his grip on her hip tightened and he felt his cock twitch hearing the mewling tone in her voice.

"What do you wanna watch…" he asked. He wasn't sure if making her say specifically what she wanted, even though he already knew, was more for her satisfaction or his.

"I wanna watch you taste me… I wanna watch you make me come…" she said, her head pushing back into the mattress and her breath coming harder. She was at the point where her pending orgasm was threatening to rip her apart and she couldn't stop herself from fidgeting, like an itch that's begging and dying to be itched with no relief.

He shot up her body and they both moaned when his erection brushed up against her sensitive throbbing center. He moved so his face was inches from hers, her eyes still shut.

"Open your eyes baby…" he said softly, and he watched her flutter her eyes open.

And there it was.

That connection. Their connection. The sparks and the fire… the love… unconditional and all consuming.

They both softly smiled.

"I want you to watch too…" he said, and then a wave of heat shot over both of them, and he kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, as she tasted herself on him.

And then he pulled his lips from her and quickly made his way back down her body wasting no time bringing his mouth back to her.

Her eyes were locked on him, watching him. He shot a look up to her and her hands went to his head, holding him to her. He pushed her legs up with his hands and spread her wider as he licked and sucked and tasted her. He could feel his own precum start to leak out of him as he moved over her.

Her hips rolled with the actions of his tongue as he kept him right where she wanted him, and she felt herself starting to topple over the edge. She felt her body start to tighten, and he pulled back his mouth and let his tongue slip out so she could watch it flick and circle her clit.

She moaned high and breathy, her hips rolling, but when his lips closed over her again and she felt his tongue inside her she was lost.

Her hips bucked as her orgasm shot through her as his name fell from her lips. She felt her release shoot across her body as she watched him drink every last drop of her. It spread like fire across her chest and down her arms to her fingertips… over her stomach, through her legs making them tremble and she was toast.

He continued the way she liked it, riding out her orgasm, making sure it was full and finished before he removed his mouth from her but not before placing a soft kiss just above her now very sensitive clit and one over her tattoo before moving back up her body.

He settled himself between her legs and was careful to nestle his aching erection tenderly between them.

His hand slid into her hair and found the nape of her neck as he brought her lips to his. It was tender and soft. He felt her jerk as he subconsciously rocked into her a little, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him as close to her as she could.

She was never letting go.

He pulled back to look at her.

Her eyes had slipped shut, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were softly smiling, and she was glowing.

"I love you beautiful…" he whispered.

"Hmmmm…." She hummed still coming down from her orgasm as blood was trying to make it back up to her brain. He chuckled at her and she summoned all her strength left and opened her eyes.

She was met with that sparkling blue love of his as he looked down at her through his ocean eyes. She felt her own start to water just a little.

She had just gone up in flames… been consumed by him, and here he is after… showing her… making sure she feels and sees and hears his love for her. Not even the least bit concerned for himself.

"Hey…" he said softly as his thumb dipped into the corner of her eye and she closed them as a few small tears slipped by.

He knew she wasn't upset, she was still smiling and wrapped right around him. But even so… he didn't like to see her cry.

"El… I'm ok…" she said softly taking his hand in hers and kissing his fingers.

Then she brought his hand over her heart and held it there.

"I just… I love you so much El… I'm so in love with you. I can't believe this is all happening sometimes." She said with a little smirk and a lift of her brow.

"Me too baby… me too." He whispered, his voice getting caught in his throat as his emotions swept through him. He was a strong capable man, but it knocked the wind out of him every time Olivia told him how in love with him she was.

He felt her heart beating beneath his hand.

He knew this was going to work out. Today wasn't just any day… or one to fear. Today was another step into their future together.

He kissed her and shifted, and they both broke apart and moaned as he slid against her.

"Hmmm… what do you say…" Olivia started as she let go of his hand and moved hers down the side of him and slipped it between them taking his long hard cock in her hand and started to stroke him.

He moaned low and hard at her touch. She dipped two fingers inside herself coating them in her own arousal and covered him in it, and started to stroke him up and down, swirling her thumb over his tip.

"… we take this into the shower?" She finished.

Elliot made some wordless sound and in seconds had her hauled up against him and stood up.

Olivia's laugh echoed through their room as he carried her quickly into their bathroom and closed the door.