Summary: Elliot and Olivia want to have a nice morning. Kathleen interrupts.

Author's Note: These chapters all take place in the same timeline/universe, but are technically stand alone. You do not have to read the previous chapter to enjoy this one.

No beta, if there is a mistake, it's mine.

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Elliot blinks as the morning light floods into his bedroom through his open window.

Turning his head to avoid the bright sun, he sees Olivia asleep on her back. She came over late, past midnight, after a long and rough day. Olivia had already scheduled overnight child care for Noah because of the case. Olivia needed to see Elliot. She needed to decompress, vent, drink some wine, and honestly, she just needed to be held. Elliot was more than willing to meet her needs.

One of her hands is over her head, pulling her pajama shirt up and revealing a strip of skin above the waistband of her shorts.

Elliot loves that she sleeps in actual pajamas - matching sets of shorts or pants with a button-up and collared top. He loves it more that she keeps two pairs in a drawer, her drawer, in his dresser.

That strip of skin calls to him, tan and smooth, but in the right light there are few glittery lines marking how her body has grown (perfectly, he thinks) through the years. He has to, absolutely has to run his tongue on her skin to see if he can find those lines with his tongue.

He moves, slower than he'd like, his body still heavy with sleep, but he makes his way to her, laying on his stomach perpendicular to her body. He traces the band of her shorts with his finger just hard enough not to tickle her, but soft enough not to rouse her from slumber, not yet. He slides the band down a little and leans in to kiss her bare hip bone, inhaling deeply, taking in her warm, sleepy, sexy scent.

He pushes her shirt up higher and higher as he moves his lips up over her stomach, pressing a little harder with each one. He's right below her belly button when he murmurs "Liv…Liiiivvvvvv…wakey wakey."

"Mmmmm," she hums, not really alert.

"Yes, my love, time to wake," he asks teasingly, knowing she dislikes it when he's overly sweet and mushy. As predicted, she "hmphs" at him in response. To counter the sickly-sweet mushiness of his love that she detests, he pushes his tongue into her belly button and swirls it around and then blows a raspberry.

"What the hell, El!" She's awake now and smacks him in the back of the head with his pillow.

Unable to contain his laughter he lays his head on her belly, looking at her with an ornery smirk on his face, "Well, you didn't like my first approach, my Livvie Love."

She scoffs amusedly, "Livvie Love?"

Shrugging his shoulders, "It's what Mama calls you," then adds in a mocking tone "'make sure you invite your Livvie Love to dinner.'"

Liv laughs out loud at this, "Your mom is funny."

"Yea, I know," he agrees as his eyes roam over her body, planning his next move, "but let's stop talking about her."

"Yes, let's." She places her hand on his bare shoulders, signaling for him to continue.

Elliot leans back in and drags his tongue from the curve of her hip, finding one of those lines he loves, and follows it in, until he's stopped by her shorts. He crooks his finger in the band, she lifts her hips, and he pulls them below her knees, and pauses to let Olivia kick them the rest of the way off.

"Mmmmm, that's better, so fucking beautiful" he says to himself.

She wasn't surprised to learn that Elliot curses in bed, he's all man, having spent most of his life in masculine enterprises that promote vulgarity. But it does surprise her how much she loves it. His voice always gets a little gravelly, and sexily aggressive when he's aroused and a handful of "fuck's," shit's," and "damn's," flow. It's not that she's prude, and she's been known to let a few curses fly as well, but she's a bit more partial to "oh's," "ah's," "oh my god's," and "yeses."

A low "yeesssss" leaves her lips as Elliot's tongue has made its way to her clit. He's still lying across the bed, their bodies coming together making a "T" shape. From this position he moves his tongue side-to-side, which is up and down her clit, stopping every so often to suck, and then alternates with a zig-zag pattern across the top of her clit.

"Oh."

Lick, lick, lick, suck…

"Oh."

Elliot pulls back, lifts her leg that's closest to him to her chest, pushes her other leg so she's spread open to him, her knee bent. He can hear her mutter "what?" but he isn't bothered, she'll see soon enough. He'd explain if she directly asked, but because her body is moving effortlessly, he's good to let her wonder. He lays back down, again perpendicular to her body. He wraps his arm around her raised thigh and pulls it down, so it rests over his neck and shoulders.

"Oh, hmmmm."

He brings his free hand in, resting on his elbow and forearm, and he runs his fingers through her folds, his tongue returning to her clit.

"Yesssss."

He lifts his head again, turning it briefly to make eye contact, and then looks back down to watch his two fingers rub circles over her clit, move down through her labia, and finally push inside her, palm down. His mouth returns to her clit and he lets his thumb press right below her opening.

"Oh my god!"

"Good?" He questions without lifting his head again.

"So good."

Licking; sucking; soft, deep thrusts of his fingers; and mild pressure on her perineum bring her to orgasm. Her legs start trembling, and the rest of her body follows, spasming, tensing and releasing, her back arched, head tossed back, and her fist in her mouth muffling her moans. Pleasure crashes through her, starting in big waves through her abdomen that course strongly down to the tips of her fingers and toes. He lightens the pressure and stops thrusting but doesn't pull away completely, letting his fingers stay inside her and his tongue now applying faint pressure to her clit.

"Okay, okay," she pushes him off, "too much now."

He pulls his head back, eases her leg back down onto the bed, and nestles into her side, placing sloppy kisses over her open mouth. He takes advantage of her deep breathing to just letting his mouth rest over hers, swiping his tongue through her open lips, sharing her taste. "You taste so fucking good."

"What the hell was that?" she asks when she's finally able to form a thought. Elliot had moved his kisses to her neck and collarbone, one hand palming her breast, and was not so subtly grinding his erection into the soft flesh of her hip.

"You like?"

"Mmmmm hmmm, yes."

"The Kivin Method."

"The…"

"Kiven Method. Read about it in a Men's Health Magazine the other day." She's looking at him, brows knit incredulously.

"What," he scoffs, "I can read."

She laughs, "Well, by all means, keep reading."

He kisses her again, "Good huh?"

"Amazing."

He moves to climb on top of her, but she stops him with her hands on his chest.

"Tut, tut, tut, on your back detective." She tries to maintain a sexy, scolding tone, but the look of joy and arousal that showed in his wide eyes just made her laugh.

He flops onto his back, with a cheeky, "Yes, Cap-tain."

Olivia glances over to the window in his bedroom. Silently asking herself who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to put a window between the main bedroom and living space. But seeing that the blinds were closed, she pulls off her pajama top and looks back to Elliot who was on his back again after shoving off his briefs.

She straddles his thighs and reaches down with one hand to fist and stroke his cock. She runs her thumb over the tip and spreads his moisture, lubricating his head.

"Mmmmm, shit, feels good."

Even though she knows the blinds are closed and the glass is frosted and textured, Olivia uses her other hand to pull the sheets up, over her hips. They don't really hide anything, but it gives her a sense of security knowing that her ass is covered.

Giving him a few more, slightly firmer strokes, she holds him still at the base and hovers over his tip.

"Open your eyes, you don't want to miss this."

He obeys, flitting his eyes to her face first to see her smirk, and then trails them down over her body, taking her all in - heavy, beautiful breasts, soft stomach, and fleshy hips - wants to worship it all. He reaches for her, his fingers seeking purchase at her waist and he's damn near drooling by the time his eyes settle at her core, groaning as he watches her sink down and himself disappear.

He can't help it, his eyes close again, the feeling of her walls gripping him overwhelm his senses. If he continues to watch her move over his body, he's not going to be able to last.

"Fuck."

She starts slowly, moving up and down, allowing her hips to raise so high that it feels like he might slide completely out, and then slowly dropping back down.

"You're not watching." She scolds as she speeds her movements, adding a small twist to her movements.

"Too good…can't feel…and see…too much."

"Hmph," she huffs, "try El."

She moves like this for him, knowing that he enjoys watching, running his hands all over her body, telling her how sexy she is. She likes the position, but to get the most out of it, she will eventually lean forward, and grind on him a little more than bounce on him or lean down and let him thrust from below. She wants him to watch her before she switches.

He inhales and exhales deeply, several times trying to get control over his arousal.

When he finally opens his eyes, he looks down - his attention drawn down to them, observing himself sliding into her over and over again - for a second before he sees his bedroom door slam open.

"DAD! I got you-"

"KATIE, don't go-"

"Ahhhhhh!"

"-in there!"

It happened in a flash, Kathleen burst through the bedroom door with Bernie hot on her heels. Olivia collapsed onto Elliot, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder and pulling the sheet up as far as it would go, which was only to her mid back. The wind knocked from him with a "umph," as his expanding diaphragm had been flattened.

But he recovered quickly and well enough to shout, "WHAT THE HELL?"

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I didn't see anything, I swear! Sorry!" Kathleen shouts as she backs out of the room, nearly toppling her grandmother, and closes the door.

Elliot covers his face with one arm, "Damnit!" he shouts, startling Olivia.

"Sorry, I'm just…" he trails off as he rubs his hand up and down Olivia's back and neck.

"Me too," her heart still pounding, trying to recover from the quick shift from arousal to panic and now to embarrassment.

A few moments later he braves a, "So?" wanting to finish their morning lovemaking.

"What do you mean?" Her body has calmed down enough that she lifts her head and rolls off him, pulling the sheet all the way up to her chin.

"I mean…" he waves his hands between them.

"You've got to be kidding me? We aren't going to continue…" she can see confusion and frustration on his face, "really, after that? You want to keep going after that?"

Trying to look guilty he answers, "Yea," seeing her face contort in disbelief, he pushes "Why not? They already know what we are doing."

"No…I can't…especially because they know what we are doing."

He huffs but knows that their moment is over, "Okay, okay, but later…"

He takes a few deep breaths, trying to get his body on board with the 'no more sex right now' plan, to which, certain parts of him vehemently disagree, he rolls towards her and kisses her, briefly but lovingly, and then gets out of bed.

"I'm going to see what Katie brought, because whatever it was, it was so important that she forgot to knock."

Olivia forces a chuckle, trying to find the humor in this otherwise horrifying moment, "It better be good."

"No, it better be damn good, the best goddamn thing on the planet," he corrects as he searches for his briefs.

Olivia just laughs for real this time because he looks ridiculous - naked, chest still flushed, cock half-hard but softening, and hands alternating between waving around angrily and searching through the foot of sheets without pulling them off her.

"Just grab a clean pair, El. You are too angry, you aren't going to be able to find your other pair," he looks at her with narrowed eyes, as if he's upset for being told what to do in this moment, but he walks over to his dresses and pulls out clean briefs anyway, "and it's probably nothing spectacular, just iced coffees or something."

Of Elliot's kids, Olivia knew Kathleen the best and was familiar with her overly enthusiastic personality, often finding excitement in fairly mundane things. It was part of her charm. But when her energy clouded her judgment - like this morning - Olivia finds her less charming,

"Oh, it better be much better than ice coffees."

He pulls on sweats and a shirt before and reaches for the door knob, but stops when Olivia speaks again, "El, don't be too mad, she didn't know I was here and she's happy that you are home now. She enjoys spending time with her dad."

His face softens, and returns to her side to kiss her, "I know. Are you gonna be a minute?"

"Yea, I'll be out there soon."

"Don't take too long."

Olivia takes about 15 minutes to collect herself and get dressed and cleaned up before she can join them in the kitchen. By then Elliot is chatting jovially with Kathleen and Bernie and munching on a donut. Donuts? She was that excited to bring us donuts?

"Morning Livvie," Bernie is the first to verbally greet Olivia, but Elliot had met her eyes the second she rounded the corner, giving her a quick grin before returning to his conversation.

She tries to maintain a happy face to hide her self-consciousness and pretend the moment isn't awkward.

"Oh Olivia, I am so sorry! I was just so excited!" Kathleen starts, explaining in a rush, "A new Italian bakery opened in my neighborhood and Dad was telling me just the other day how he missed ciambella frittas. I was so excited to see that the bakery had them, so I bought some and I came over as fast as I could, and well…"

"Forgot to knock," Elliot supplied.

"Well yes, but I am so so so sorry."

"It's okay Kathleen." Olivia lies, kinda. It was okay. All of Elliot's kids knew that Elliot and Olivia were dating. And Kathleen was in her thirties now, so it's not she didn't know that her dad and Olivia had sex. Olivia doubts Kathleen even saw anything, Olivia had promptly ducked and covered, and Kathleen retreated so quickly.

"I tried to tell her," Bernie mumbles through a donut.

Olivia grabs one for herself, and Elliot asks, "What do you mean, warn her? Did you hear Olivia come in last night?"

"On no dearie, you two aren't as quiet as you think you are."