Ok here's the next chapter! First of all, I would like to say thank you all for continuing to read this story. It means more than you know. Second, I'm terrible with timelines, so please forgive me if there's anything that doesn't make sense time wise. This story started with Fin and Phoebe actually getting married, so I'm not sure exactly what the date is now in this, so please just remember this is fiction and I'm human lol, and I understand real-estate in NYC is crazy and ridiculous, but again… fiction people . I love you all and as always, comments and reviews are always welcome.

Takeout and First Times

It had been almost a month since their first family dinner. After Olivia had spoken to Eli about his birth things seemed to go ok between them. He had warmed up to her a little. She made sure to ask him how things were going with school and soccer. Not just because she had to, but she truly wanted to know more about the youngest Stabler.

She had gotten to know more about Maureen's husband Carl, and their two sons Seamus and Kieran. Elliot glowed listening to her talk about her children. He was a grandpa. It was hard to believe, but he does have five children, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Noah had tugged on her arm and pulled her down so he could whisper in her ear that now she's kinda like a grandma and he thought it was quite funny.

She laughed and playfully rolled her eyes at him. But he was right. Since they were together, she kind of was like… a grandma now. Which was a very weird feeling, but it also was wonderful.

She thought it would be at the very least a decade or more before even the idea of Noah having a family would be on the radar, but now with Maureen and Carl… she suddenly found herself feeling excited to be… well… like a grandma. Of course, she wouldn't expect Maureen to have them call her that. Kathy was their grandmother and would always be. But if Mo was ok with it… she wouldn't mind either.

The rest of the dinner seemed to fly by. Everyone was chatting and talking over each other. There was laughter and old stories. It was so nice to be surrounded by all the faces of the beautiful children of El's and his mother Bernie. Noah seemed to fit right in, asking questions and telling them all about his interests.

As the night was coming to an end the talk became a little more serious. They discussed a plan of action for if Wheatley tried anything else. For now, Eli was still going to stay with Maureen and Carl, and Bernie was going to stay with Kathleen. Dickie lived close to her and would come by to check on them. El and Olivia went over things to look for, if someone was following them, and if something felt weird to call immediately. His children and mother all knew the life but promised to call instantly if something happened. Even for the smallest thing.

Noah was only to be picked up from school from Liv, El, Lucy, Kathleen, Dickie, or Fin, Amanda or Sonny. Absolutely no one else. Liv had already called the school. She made sure to tell him that she or any of them would never send someone else to pick him up. He was not to go with anyone else. Period.

The next day Liv and El started looking for a new place to live. They had discussed where and what they were looking for and it was decided, neither one of them wanted to leave the city. El knew Olivia loved it. This city… it was them. It was where they met, where they started this partnership, where they fell in love. It had been there when they had been broken, and it had helped heal them… New York was their place. So there really wasn't anything else they needed to discuss.

They belonged here.

Plus, his children were all relatively close, and this way Noah wouldn't have to go to a different school either.

Liv knew a realtor who owed her a favor and within a little over a week she had shown them a brownstone before it went on the market that was perfect. It was a little on the pricey side, but between her Captain salary and Elliot being in a good financial place, they were going to be able to swing it. It had enough room for Noah and Eli, for guests, and for Bernie.

Liv and El had discussed on their way home the night of the dinner, with a sleeping Noah in the backseat, that he wanted his mother to live with them at some point.

She was getting older, and her memory wasn't what it was anymore. El said he was worried it might cause some problems, but Liv assured him she wouldn't have it any other way. She loved Bernie. And between all her grandkids and her and El, they would make it work.

So, after they worked out all the details and signed papers, the place was theirs. Olivia was actually a little shocked that everything had fallen into place the way it did. Her and Elliot were going to live together with Noah and Eli and be… a family. It was absolutely wonderful.

It was going to be a lot of work, moving, but it didn't matter. They would get settled and begin the rest of their lives together.

All she cared about was that she was coming home to Elliot and Noah every night. And soon Eli and Bernie too. Kathleen had come by to see the new place and talk to Olivia about wall colors and what rooms were going to be what. It was strange walking through such a big empty three story, but Liv could feel the potential there. They had gathered a few things, clothes and some necessities so they could stay there the first night.

"You ready Noah?" Kathleen asked.

"Yup… got my backpack." He said smiling up at the tall blonde.

"Wait… where are you going?" El asked.

"I'm taking Noah for the night. Noah and I decided we need a Katie/Noah night. We're gonna watch movies and eat popcorn… I'm gonna show him pictures of you from when you were little…" Kathleen said a little smirk on her face.

"What? No, come on… how do you even have those?"

"Grandma brought them over with her."

El sighed and shook his head as Liv laughed and gave Noah and Kathleen a hug.

"We'll be back tomorrow, to help you guys pack stuff up at Liv's old place." Kathleen said as she hugged her dad.

"Have fun you two…." She said suggestively smirking and winked at her father, who then turned three shades of red as she left with Noah.

"Well…" El said turning to Liv, "I'm never gonna get over that…" he finished with eyebrows raised.

Liv moved herself across their living room and weaved her arms around his neck and pressed herself into him.

"Hmmm… I might know a few things that will help…" Liv said, sliding her tongue over the edge of her bottom lip before pulling it in with her teeth and smiling.

Elliot moaned internally as his hands roamed down over her ass and slipped into her back pockets.

They swayed for a second looking into each other's eyes, slow smiles slipping over their faces.

"Hey roomie…" Liv said. A full ear to ear smile was now across her face. She couldn't stop it if she tried. And she didn't want to. Here they were… standing in their empty living room, except… it wasn't empty.

All the rooms in this place could stay empty… no furniture, no pictures, no decorations… and they still would be beautiful to her, full and beautiful.

She lived a lot of places in her lifetime. Apartments filled with so many things… books and photos… trinkets and art…

Boyfriends.

But no matter what she had, or who she had with her in all those rooms, they never filled the empty space… in her.

The emptiness she felt in a room full of things… full of her things, was… frightening. Because there was always something… missing. She could feel it in her bones. It wasn't until Noah that she understood what it felt like to feel some of that emptiness dissolve. Replaced with purpose and love.

And as much as her son was and is and will always be her heart, her sweet, sweet boy, she could still feel that… other emptiness. That aching tug… the feeling of being alone and wondering if… if it will always be that way. Trying to cope with that was… well… difficult.

Then the slithering fear that maybe… maybe it was supposed to be that way, she was supposed to be alone… it only made her feel isolated, more… empty.

Professionally she was driven and filled with purpose. Filled with fight and hunger for justice, but had her personal life passed her by? Had happiness slipped through her fingers? Was that even… meant for her?

Happiness?

She'd spent so much of her time at work… with someone who… wasn't for her, couldn't be for her… or so she told herself, that maybe… maybe this was just how things were going to be.

For ten years she tried her best to deal with that gnawing thought… boyfriend after boyfriend… none of them able to ever fill the void.

But the day this man, who had been her partner and friend came back into her life, everything changed. And now he was her boyfriend, her lover… her new roomie… everything.

Even more so, that night on the street when he told her he loved her… that he was in love with her… she felt every single piece of her, her heart… her soul… not only filled but utterly encompassed with love.

Elliot.

It was Elliot.

He had been the void in her life.

He was the missing piece.

When they were partners, he had filled most of that void… there was still longing and ache, but having him trust her and support her, always there by her side, it made the ache tolerable. So much so she didn't understand what it could feel like to have his undying love, so she accepted what she had. Better to have him any way she could than not at all.

He is and always has been the love of her life. It was meant to be…

Soulmates.

And the emptiness was gone.

She could live anywhere, with nothing to her name, empty rooms, or no rooms at all, as long as she had him, her life was full. She'd never spend another day feeling empty.

"Hey…" El said smiling just as wide as she was and then he moved to capture her lips.

There was instant heat. It was scorching her. His lips knew just how to move over hers and they fit perfectly. Like they were made to kiss her. His hands slid out of her pockets and moved up her back and fisting in her shirt.

God his lips… she could just kiss him for hours. There was nothing like it. Everything about him and how he touched her, kissed her, loved was deep beyond compare. It had been a busy month. They had only been able to steal time late at night for each other.

Up until the Wheatley thing they had been lost in each other. Having sex every time they could… everywhere. But both of them had to go back to work, and there were so many things going on. Moving, getting everything settled with schedules and constantly keeping an eye out for anything else that Wheatley might try to do.

The only time available as of recent was late at night after Noah had gone to sleep. A few times they had fallen asleep on the couch together and she had woken him up to satisfy her need for him. It felt like they were teenagers sneaking off to be together. Not that she minded, because every time she felt him inside her, she felt whole again. And she knew he felt the same.

Once things settled down, they'd carve more time out for each other. They had both promised each other they would one night after he had joined her in the shower. Things would calm down he said, and then they could take their time… he was going to take his time with her he told her. Maybe they could plan a vacation… somewhere warm he whispered in her ear as he slid himself inside her and took her to the edge of her insanity.

So the fact that they were kid free in a place with both their names on it was a gift she wasn't going to waste.

She'd have to find a way to thank Kathleen.

She could tell Elliot was feeling the same thing she was. A deep need to just fall into each other and never come up for air. His hands were gripping her harder now as he backed her up against a wall in their living room.

He moved his lips over her jaw and up to her ear.

"Goddamn I've missed this…" he whispered, a deep rasp in his voice.

Liv knew exactly what he meant, but she wanted to hear him say it. She sucked in a breath as his lips moved down under her ear and sucked at her skin there.

"Hmm missed what?" she hummed, trying her best to not just outright moan yet. She loved working him up into a little bit of a frenzy… a little unhinged. The inherent trust she had to give him control to take her, knowing he'd never hurt her, was such a turn on.

He growled in her ear, and it sent goosebumps across her skin.

"You… this… us…" he said, his voice low and saturated with desire as his lips found purchase on her skin again.

She closed her eyes and turned her head giving him more access to her neck as he pressed himself up against her, encasing her in all his muscle, molding himself to her.

"Yea?" she asked a little breathless. "Tell me what you've missed..." she squeaked out knowing he was going to leave a mark there again and the thought made heat rise in her skin and she couldn't keep the smirk off her face.

He sunk his teeth into her skin a little deeper, feeling her jerk and moan a little as her nails dug into the back of his neck before he pulled his mouth off her.

He moved his right hand under her chin and pulled her face to meet his. Their noses inches from each other and she opened her eyes. They were dark and sensual. He felt his blood spark in his veins for her. Always for her.

"I miss… kissing you… for hours…" he said, as he worked to control his breathing. He let his eyes roam over her face, her lips, and he leaned in inches from her lips, letting his nose brush her cheek, but never connecting his mouth to hers.

Every single movement was now calculated. She was working him up and now it was his turn. He loved the push and pull of control between them. It was… erotic… intense and just exhilarating… like the first time every time.

He felt her breath hitch as he moved over where she wanted him to be, but he didn't give in.

"I miss touching every single inch of your body…" he said and moved his hand from her chin and down her throat, to her breastbone and to the buttons on her white blouse. Every button he undid, her breathing picked up.

He moaned a little this time as he opened her shirt and saw the white lace bra she had on. He trailed the back of his index finger along the edge of the lace feeling her skin ripple with goosebumps at his touch and he could feel his cock harden.

Liv gripped his shoulders for stability because her knees were going weak. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips.

"I miss seeing… and feeling just how much… you want me…" he said, and he lightly traced over her ribs and down her stomach to the button on her jeans.

He waited, looking into her eyes. As much as they knew each other in every way now, he still always wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.

She bit her bottom lip and smiled. That was all the answer he needed. He moved his other hand from around her back and used both of them to undo her button and unzipped her jeans. He looked down and could see the white lace peeking out and he slipped his fingertips just under the edge.

She moaned softly at the want of feeling his hand on her and she spread her legs a little. She could feel the throb between her legs at the anticipation of just how good he was going to make her feel.

He slipped his hand inside, under her panties, and moved down between her legs, and cupped her, pressing against her and a deep hum escaped her throat. He then moved enough to dip his middle finger into her, and they both moaned.

God she was so wet… always so wet…

Her breathing started to pick up and she gripped his arms hard searching for more skin. He couldn't keep his lips from hers any longer and they crushed into hers as he started to move his finger inside her. She moaned in his mouth as their tongues collided. He removed his finger from her and moved up to coat her core in her arousal as he circled her, and she pulled her lips from his and yelped as she felt her orgasm start to build.

Then he slowed, keeping her on the edge and her eyes darted to his, pleading him to keep going.

"You know what else I've missed?" he asked her, his eyes glowing.

Liv swallowed hard trying to focus on what he was asking her and not the ach and need for release he left in her limbs and belly and lower.

"What…" she said in a whisper. She let her eyes roam over his mouth wanting to pull his bottom lip with her teeth into her mouth so she could suck on it.

Once her eyes moved back up to his, he answered.

"I've missed tasting you… feeling you come on my tongue…" he said feeling himself shake at the thought of that, knowing he was minutes from getting just that. He could feel his saliva collect in his mouth. He was thirsty for her… and her only… forever and always.

"Oh Elliot…." She breathed out hard, "I've missed that too…" and she barely got that past her lips as his hands yanked on her jeans and his mouth connected to her throat and quickly moved down between her breasts and over her stomach. He mentally promised himself to spend more time on her breasts later because how could he not. But right now, he had one thing on his mind.

He pulled her jeans off her as she steadied herself on his shoulders and he removed his shirt as he kneeled before her. He only wanted to feel her, skin to skin, as he kissed up her thigh and over the lace of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the sides and pulled them down her sinewy long golden legs.

He hummed his desire as he looked at her and then he looked up into her eyes. Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were black with want. He didn't want to make her wait any longer. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and brought his mouth to her.

He swirled his tongue lightly around her clit and it sent a shock through her body. It had definitely been too long since the last time she felt this. Everything he did to her now was sending her into a frenzy. Her skin was on fire and she could feel her mind on the brink of shattering.

She leaned back hard into the wall to leverage some of her body weight as he pulled at her hips and licked up and down her opening. She started to roll her hips and moved her hands to his head as she grinded herself on his face. My God she needed this… he was splitting her in two.

The second she felt his tongue slide inside her she felt the first prick of her orgasm tie up in her belly. And when he started to alternate from inside her to sucking on her clit and back inside her she lost it.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…." She yelled, the words tumbling out of her mouth like rocks toppling down a mountain.

Her release was hard and fast raking over her body and she felt warm liquid start to drip down her thighs as he kept on drinking her down. She doubled over unable to keep her balance anymore, her legs now jelly, and like lighting he had moved from her core and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around him.

His lips crashed into hers, and she could taste herself on him. She was all over his face and it only made her arousal continue to spark in her veins.

She yelped a little as the hard cold button on his jeans hit her between her legs, still sensitive from her first orgasm.

"Sorry baby…" he said as he lifted her a little higher up so she wasn't resting right on the front of his jeans. He could feel himself aching to be free just so he could bury himself inside her.

She mumbled something, she wasn't sure what, and she heard him chuckle a little. She didn't even care. He could laugh at her all she wanted as long as he never stopped making her feel this way.

"I miss hearing you moan Liv… oh my god… what you're voice does to me…" he murmured in her ear and he felt her tremble in his arms.

"But you know what I've missed the most?" he said, his voice soft and low… loving.

She shook her head, still not able to fully make her mind work yet, and he smiled at her.

"I miss loving you for hours Liv… worshiping you… the way you deserve to be loved."

He felt her tighten her grip on him, and she moved her hand to his face and moved down over his jaw, pulling him into her as she captured his lips in a slow sweet kiss. She was still a little out of breath but not only because of the shattering orgasm his mouth and lips and tongue had just given her, but also because every time he told her things like that, it took her breath. It took her breath and mind and heart and soul.

As if they weren't already his.

The way he always reminded her how much she means to him, and how much she loves him was staggering. It would never feel any less than that and it was more than she could ever ask for. Hearing those words sparked the fire in her veins that was fueled by him and him alone. She needed to feel him inside her, all of him… feel him empty himself, giving her all he had.

And he needed it too.

Elliot started to make his way with her to the stairs to take her to their bedroom. He was grateful that Kathleen had insisted they at least take their mattress so they had something there to sleep on, and he tried not to think about how it must have all been tied into her plan to let them have a night alone.

He had a good grip on her as they made their way to the base of the stairs but then she slipped her hands down to his jeans and started to undo them the best she could. He stopped on the third step and searched for her eyes.

"I can't wait anymore…" she whispered in that high breathy whisper that made his balls tighten.

Not wanted to ever disappoint her, he carefully set her ass down on the steps and she finished undoing his jeans. Her hands were fast, moving quickly into his boxers and finding him. Hot and hard in her hand.

He moaned her name, already on the brink of his own sanity as she moved her hand up and down him, sliding her thumb over the precum on his tip as she stroked him. She used her feet to push his jeans down enough and pulled him to her, as she guided him to her entrance.

"Christ Liv… fuck…" he said through gritted teeth as the tip of him pushed inside her.

It was never going to be less amazing with her. Every time he felt her warm wet walls he was overcome with emotion. Every damn time. It never lessened, the feeling of being inside her… of loving her. And love her… every second of every day was what he was going to do for the rest of his life.

As soon as he was fully encased by her, surrounded by her, he moved his hands around her the best he could. She couldn't have been comfortable on the steps, but her sheer want for him to be buried inside her must have overcame any discomfort because her face had nothing but pure pleasure on it.

He started to move inside her, and she brought her knees up a little, and wrapped her arms around him, keeping him glued to her. He wasn't going to make it very long. It was too much and never enough. He'd never get enough of her, his appetite would never be sated. And at the same time it was so overwhelming it was hard to hold on for long.

But they had all night. This wasn't going to be the last time tonight he felt her gripping him from the inside, feeling the heat of her silky walls… tasting her, touching her… no this night was far from over.

"It's ok my love… I've got you… let go El…" she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and it was all he needed to let go.

She was all he ever needed.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

The door bell rang and El looked through their double doors and saw the delivery guy outside.

"I got it Liv…" he said coming around the corner from the living room. She was in the kitchen getting some of the paper plates and plastic forks they grabbed to use until they had their own moved in.

He walked to the foyer door, opening it and leaving it open and opened their front door.

"Hey man, what do I owe you?" El said grabbing his wallet out of his jeans. He had slipped them back on after they had finished on the stairs, and she had put his shirt on. They had decided they might need a little sustenance before round two. So, they ordered takeout.

"Twenty-two fifty." The young kid said.

El pulled thirty out and handed it to him.

"Keep the change." He said.

"You coming El? I'm starving sweets." Liv shouted and she moved into the hallway off the kitchen. The kids' eyes moved to Liv standing there in only his shirt, and El smiled and closed the door a little more so he couldn't get a peek at her.

The delivery boy blushed slightly and looked apologetic at his actions. "Thanks… hey…" the kid said, "You guys just move in?"

"Yea…" El said trying not to let his radar go up, but he eyed the kid.

"Here's a menu… in case you wanna order again from us."

El smiled and nodded taking the bag and the menu.

"Yea thanks… I'm sure we will." El said.

He closed and locked the door, and did the same with the foyer door. He made his way back to the kitchen to Liv and set the food on the kitchen island. She started pulling the boxes out and putting food on their plates.

He stood looking at her, his eyes sparkling.

"What?" she said as she put a fork full of take out into her mouth.

"I love you beautiful…" he said, and he took his plate and started to eat.

"I love you too El…" she said, her mouth still full of food, and they both laughed.

Yea, they were definitely going to be ordering takeout again.