Chapter Summary: Elliot and Olivia thought they had the entire apartment to themselves, and they did. Until his twins decided to stop by.

Author's Notes: Same as always, technically a stand-alone chapter. But there are a few call backs to previous chapters. They are still funny without reading the previous chapters, but you should them anyway.

There is only one more chapter to this story. Elliot and Olivia take their hijinks to a different location. Wherever could that be?

Like many fic authors, I live for follows and comments. Thanks for reading!

No beta, all mistakes are mine.

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Elliot and Olivia were proud of themselves, really, very proud of themselves. The night before they had laughed and applauded themselves. They cheers-ed "To us!" more than once.

Three weeks ago, they decided that they wanted a night to themselves, completely to themselves, at his apartment – he had a bigger bed and shower, was their reasoning for all the effort of clearing it out. For several weeks they planned every detail. And now, they had executed it perfectly and were celebrating the fact that they had an entire evening, all night, and morning, to themselves at Elliot's apartment.

Elliot had asked if Maureen would have Noah for a sleepover. She agreed, after only a mild ribbing about the events of the month before, and with Elliot's promise that he would take the twins overnight the following weekend.

Olivia, who had heard Eli talk for days on end about a new game release, had researched art exhibits in a 120-mile radius for the same weekend. She found one in Philly and let Elliot give the tickets to Kathleen to take Bernie, (hotel, tickets, and travel paid for by Olivia and Elliot, of course). And Eli, well he had already asked to spend the night at a friend's place to play the new game.

They did it, they had at least 15 hours all to themselves. They didn't waste a single second.

Elliot started their evening by making dinner, frequently stopping to kiss and grab her while it was cooking. He was partial to placing his hands on her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before running them over her hips to her belly and pulling her tight into his chest so he could kiss her neck and behind her ear.

Dinner was followed by fooling around with dessert in the garden, under the stars. Olivia brought a fruit platter but found that Elliot had a spray bottle of whipped cream and hot fudge left over from a recent night of ice cream sundaes.

The night (and early morning) concluded with two rounds of lovemaking in Elliot's bed. It might have been a traditional location, but their excitement didn't wane because there was no need to close the blinds or shut the door or muffle their cries with pillows or fists. They were able to fully enjoy, emphatically and loudly, themselves that night. And slept naked, another rare treat, barely covered with a sheet, as they let their body heat keep them warm.

Elliot woke up first, taking his time to just watch Olivia sleep. He loved these moments when she was relaxed and soft and natural. Not that she wasn't beautiful all the time, but these moments were private, and he felt privileged to share them with her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was barely parted and soft pfts of air were escaping her lips, which were barely curled into a soft smile.

He decided to let her rest, hopping out of bed and pulling on his pajama pants, he headed to the kitchen to fix coffee. He had plans for their morning, dirty, sexy plans and he wanted her well-rested and recovered. He hoped she liked his idea because he was foregoing the opportunity for lazy morning sex: her favorite.

She followed him into the kitchen only ten minutes later dressed in his robe. It was sooner than he had wanted when he heard the soft padding of her feet first made him aware of her arrival. But he wasn't complaining.

She hummed "Mmmmm, smells good," as she sat at one of the tall chairs at the end of the kitchen island, which doubled as his kitchen table, and he placed a steaming mug in front of her, "I love that you spoil me with your fancy coffee."

He winks and grins, "Only the best for you my dear."

They drink their coffee in silence, letting their fingers play over each other across the table, as they let the last of their sleep finally give way to flirtatious grins and teasing hands.

"What time is Kathleen bringing Bernie home?" Olivia asks as she runs her hand up Elliot's bare forearm and scratches her nails lightly back down to his wrist.

"I'm not sure, it's not that long of a drive, but I'd guess we have until early afternoon."

"And Eli?" Olivia prompts, repeating her hand movements.

Elliot scoffs, "He might not have even gone to bed yet. I told him to check in by 4."

"I will never understand the appeal of video games." She takes another sip of her coffee, "Maureen said to pick up Noah after 1. She wanted to take them out for a kid's brunch, some new place with an all-you-can-eat cereal bar."

"Good," he grins, sets his mug down on the counter, and plucks her mug from her hands and sets it next to his, "we have plenty of time for my plans."

"What might those be?"

He grins, and stalks around the corner to Olivia, pulling her up from her chair with a glint in his eye, "Oh, I think you know exactly what I have planned."

She did know, she always knew when he wanted sex, he wasn't exactly subtle. But she wanted to heighten the experience, knowing that they only had a few more hours together in their own bubble.

She leans into his chest, palm and finger flat over his beating heart, and she licks a line up the side of his throat, sucks his ear lobe into her warm mouth for a moment, before asking huskily, "Why don't you tell me anyway?"

His hands untie and pull the robe open and roam over her hips and belly, and then cup her breasts.

"First," he growls, "I'm going to kiss you long and hard." And he does, his lips almost bruising hers, his tongue sweeping in deep and teasing, gliding over hers, he nips and sucks at her lips, his hands are in her hair, up and down her sides and back, on her breasts, pulling at her hips, everywhere. She can feel his arousal on her hip as he holds them tightly together before pulling back.

"Then," he continues as kiss and bites down her neck and he licks across her collarbone, "I'm going to lick and suck," he rubs a thumb around her nipple before rolling it between his fingers, "your tits until you are breathless and," he moves his hand to between her legs, rubbing through her folds, growling at how wet she is already, "finger you until you are begging me to," he brings his lips right to her ear but doesn't quiet his tone, "bend you over the table and fuck you senseless."

She gasps. He's talked dirty before, but it's usually half thought phrases and dirty exclamations made in a hushed voice in the dark of night and locked in a bedroom while the rest of the apartment is sleeping close by. Never full voice, in the daylight, standing in his kitchen and as a clear and direct warning for what he's going to do, how he's going to use and pleasure her body. Although his actual words are not any more scandalous than normal, the taboo of the location and the anticipation of his actions makes her embarrassingly close to begging him to fuck her, on the table, against his shiny new refrigerator, or even just dropping to the floor where they are standing.

He does, as promised though, spend several minutes with his mouth on her breasts, licking and sucking small marks into her flesh and softly biting her nipples while his fingers thrust in and out of her, firmly enough that the heel of his hand crashes repeatedly into her clit. He can feel her wetness all over her hand and growls against her chest, "God, you are so wet, you are always so wet for me in the morning."

And she usually was. It was part of the reason morning sex was her favorite. She wasn't sure if it was because she was always so relaxed or if it was just the normal cycle of her body, giving her everything to start the day right. But she wasn't going to question it now, she was too close to the edge, her body was alight with sensation. It felt like he was everywhere, his body surrounded her, his skin was on hers, his morning scent was filling nose alongside a faint aroma of fancy coffee.

He feels her begin to clench against his fingers, and her moans turn to high pitched whimpers. He lifts his mouth to hers, wide open taking in her panting breath and sounds.

He lets her come down from her high, smiling proudly and then wickedly as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them with a groan and watching her eyes turn another shade darker. She pushes her mouth to his time, letting her tongue battle for supremacy as she pushes his sweats down his thighs and wraps her leg around his, so she could grind against him. But he doesn't want to wait any longer, he's ready, hard and aching.

He bends and reaches around her, right below her ass, and says, "Up," and lifts her to the edge of the kitchen table, at the head of the table where she had been sitting in a chair.

For a split second he thought he was going to regret letting Kathleen pick out this stupidly tall table, afraid that it would put Olivia up too high for him. He's incredibly thankful instead. He pulls Olivia by her hips right to the edge – at the perfect height.

He kisses her hotly but briefly, and then tells her "lay back."

She leans back, but only to her elbows, "I thought you were going to bend me OH!-ver," her taunting interrupted as he pushed his way into her wet heat, sinking all the way in but pulling back out quickly and thrusting in again.

"Changed my mind," he explains, "wanted to look at you while I fuck you," he adds as he meets her eyes. He gives her a few long strong strokes, testing the position and angle, and takes in his fill of her, watching her body move with each thrust. He moves his hands from her hips and puts them flat on the table and leans up on the balls of his feet, and plunges in harder, "Ohhhhh yeeaaaa," Elliot draws out on a low groan, "that's it."

Olivia falls all the way back, her body cushioned by the robe that was still hanging loosely off her arms and letting her head hit the table with a soft thunk. She brings her legs up, opening them wider, bending her knees nearly and allowing her feet to hang off of the table next to her ass. He hooks his arms under them, lifting them slightly and pushing her knees towards her chest, brings his hands back to the table, before he resumes thrusting again causing her to shout and pull her own hair tightly.

"Yea…get loud…scream for me," Elliot pants, his snapping hips not letting up. She does, she lets herself get louder than she's been before, at least since she's had a child in her home.

Pulling her hands from her hair, she uses the fingers of one hand to circle her clit and brings the other to one of her breasts, gripping the flesh tightly before pinching and rolling her nipple.

He opens his eyes to watch her, starting at her face. Her eyes are screwed shut, her jaw hanging open, then moving down he sees her heavy breasts and soft belly moving roughly with each crash of his hips, then even lower he watches her fingers move and his cock glistening each time he pulls back. He lifts one hand from the table, letting her foot drop, to knock her hand from her clit, replacing it with his. Her hand just travels up to her other breasts, pinching and rolling her nipple.

"Shit! Liv…you gotta…fuck…I'm gonna," he grits out. He knows it's quicker than usual, but she's right there with him, "don't …stop…"

And he feels it, her walls flutter then squeeze at him, and he falls forward and spills into her, "Ung! Liv!" He does his best not to collapse on her as her entire body tenses and shudders, pleasure exploding from her center through her limbs. She tosses her hands back, trying to gain purchase anywhere, but she sweeps the contents off the table.

But even if the sugar bowl and small vase of flowers hadn't clattered to the floor, they still wouldn't have heard the jingle of keys outside the front door or the turn of the knob.

They were too far gone, lost in their own world, lost in each other. His head resting on her heaving chest, turning slightly to lay sloppy kisses in the valley between her breast.

It was going to take them several moments to coming down from their highs, their ears were still ringing.

The excited conversation between the two interlopers went unnoticed until -

"Christ Dad! WHAT THE FUCK?"

"FUCK!"

"OMIGOD! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!"

"AH!"

Elliot's spine straightens, and he turns his head over his shoulder, holding the rest of his body still to block any view of Olivia, who is scrambling to pull the sides of the robe back over her.

His wide and panicked eyes see Richard and Elizabeth standing in the front hallway with grocery bags dropped at their feet. Liz is turned around so her back is to them, but her face is buried in her hands muffling flow of "omigod's." Rich is still facing them but has his hand up on an outstretched arm, and his head half turned with one eye shut, trying to block them out of his eye line.

In all their preparations they didn't cover Rich and Liz. Maureen and Noah? Check. Kathleen and Bernie? Check. Eli? Check. The twins? Just walked in his front door.

Elliot looks back to Olivia who has covered herself with the robe, and both her arms are bent covering her face, her chest heaving. She's not made a move to sit up yet. He thinks he can hear a string of "shit, shit, shit," coming from her lips.

Turning back to his kids once more, he finally shouts, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"DAD!" Rich shouts, "can you please pull your pants up before you start talking?"

Elliot huffs, bends down, and yanks his sweats up.

"Ugh, goddamn, did all the hair from your head migrate to your ass?"

"CAN IT, DICK! Just turn around like Liz."

Rich turns around, shouting over his shoulder, "Low blow!" followed by a mutter to Liz, "Told ya we shoulda called him."

Elliot knows Rich is right; it was childish and wrong to use his childhood nickname, the one Elliot gave him, as an insult. But Elliot was only human and desperate times called for desperate measures.

Elliot's fingers wrap around Olivia wrists trying to pull her arms from her face, but she resists. "Liv, hey, hey," he leans down and whispers, so their uninvited guests can't hear, "it's okay. I'll take care of this," he finally gets her arms to budge, "just head to my room and I'll meet you here in a few minutes." Her eyes are still closed, but she nods. "I am so sorry, I had no idea they were coming."

She inhales deeply a few times, trying to summon her resolve to move from the table. Not only is she embarrassed, but stiffness is starting to settle into her legs and back. She finally looks at him, her face beet red, but he hears and "Okay." He helps her off the table and pecks her lip, "I'll be just a minute, sorry." She tightens the robe and begins to walk to Elliot's room. He'd laugh at her stiff-legged walk if the rest of the situation wasn't so not funny.

Elliot turns back to the twins, hands angrily crossed against his chest, "Okay, want to tell me what's going on?"

"Geeze dad love you too," Rich quips in response as he and Liz face him.

"Sorry dad! We wanted to surprise you by making breakfast," Liz explains as she cleans up the mess from the floor, trying to get all the groceries back into their bags but the drop had smashed a few eggs. "Kathleen told us that you and Olivia gave her and Grandma tickets to an art exhibit in Philly, so we thought we'd fix you and Eli breakfast."

"Where is Eli?" Rich asks, just realizing that the teen wasn't there.

"Friend's place," Elliot answers shortly.

"Thank god, he didn't need to see that," Rich jokes.

Elliot doesn't respond to Rich, but mutters to himself under his breath "too many damn people have keys to my apartment," as he walks to Liz, who is still pink, and grabs the bags from her hands and takes them to the counter. "Thank you, sweetheart, this is really nice of you."

"Hey, what about me? It was my idea too."

"I'm still mad at you." Elliot mumbles in response, his frustration rising.

"Why? How were we supposed to know that you and Olivia would be…um…that you'd be scre…that you'd be naked in the kitchen."

"Enough Richard!" Elliot snaps. "Just stop talking about it, no more jokes, no more!"

"Sorry," Rich mutters dejectedly.

Elliot exhales, feeling guilty for his outburst. He knows that the twins were just as caught off guard as he and Liv, and Rich has always had a penchant for deflecting his true feelings or cutting tension with jokes and quips.

"No, I'm sorry," Elliot apologizes "I didn't mean to snap at you, but let's drop the jokes and get on with breakfast. It's a really nice thought. Alright?"

He lifts his arms to give Rich a side hug, but Rich takes a step back.

"Yea, alright, no more jokes. But, and don't get mad, I'll wait until you have a shirt on to hug you."

Elliot snorts, "Fair enough, I'll go get dressed and check on Liv."

"Take your time but bring out the disinfectant."

Elliot knits his eyebrows at Rich, thinking he's pushing it again. But see's Rich hold his hands up in mock surrender, "sorry, but seriously, the table needs to be cleaned before we eat."

Liz speaks up, before Elliot can respond, "Dad, let Olivia know we want her to stay for breakfast, we have more than enough."

"I will, honey."

Richard immediately whips out his phone to text the Stabler5 group chat:

GUYS!

Why didn't you tell us Liv was at the apartment this weekend?

Liz and I just walked in on them

M: What were you doing at their apartment?

M: I have Noah, the apartment isn't safe.

L: Surprise breakfast

L: We figured Eli would still be there

K: You can't beat mine!

K: I still can't believe I walked right into his room

K: I thought he was going to kill me

Oh No! This takes the cake!

They were in the kitchen.

ON THE TABLE!

I saw his whole ass!

[sends green face emojis]

M: [sends several crying tears emojis]

E: EW GROSS I EAT AT THAT TABLE

Shit! Wrong chat! Sorry Eli

K: HAHAHA

K: Okay you win!

K: I relinquish my crown to you and Liz [followed by king and queen figures]

Elliot knocks softly on his bedroom door, "Liv, you in here?"

"Yea, El," she's dressed, hair up in a clip, and packing a couple things in her small overnight bag, "just getting my things together."

"What? Why? You don't have to get Noah for a couple more hours." He asks as he pulls a fresh t-shirt over his head.

"Why? Elliot, your kids just walked in on us," she lowers her voice, "having sex in your kitchen - where they now fixing breakfast." She deflates and sits on the bed.

"I know, Olivia, I know," he stands in front of her, letting her lean her head into his abdomen, and rubbing her shoulders and arms "It really shouldn't embarrass us any more, honestly."

She chuckles a little at this, he's right though. Call it bad luck or a series of tough breaks, but in the time they've been together, together, all their damn kids - and Bernie - have caught them. They aren't completely innocent in these situations, they were taking chances (except when Kathleen walked in on them). But why shouldn't they? They had waited so long for this, to be together, and their passion and desire was overwhelming and intoxicating.

She reminds herself, like she had when Kathleen and Maureen caught them, they are adults, fully grown adults who probably have their own active sex lives. And she is a grown woman, she doesn't need to be embarrassed. There is nothing wrong with having sex…with their dad…in his kitchen. She shudders.

He lets her stay pressed against him, her arms looped loosely around his waist, hands running over his back, and breathing in his scent for a few moments before he lifts her head up, "They did come over to cook breakfast. They told me to make sure you knew they wanted you to stay."

She exhales deeply, and nods, "Yea, okay. I'll stay." If they are okay with it, I guess I can be too.

"Thank you, Liv." He leans down and gives her a soft smooch. "Just give me a minute to clean the table."

"Oh! The table!" Embarrassment and shame rising in her again.

Breakfast went smoothly, smoother than Olivia had anticipated. But she suspected that Elliot gave the twins a warning not to bring it up, when he was cleaning the table. The only time the morning's start was even brought up was by Liz.

She handed Olivia a flute of mimosa - a brunch requirement apparently, as Olivia had learned - saying, "Here, nothing is ever too bad with a mimosa in hand." And after taking a sip of her own, she followed up with, "remind me sometime to tell you when dad caught me, he walked right into my brand-new apartment to see…well, you could imagine."

A couple hours later, they all left the apartment. Olivia and Elliot headed to pick up Noah.

Maureen picked answered the door with giant grin, but waited until Olivia went to help Noah gather the last of his things before asking her dad "So, hooowwwwww was breakfast?"

"What the hell? Were they texting you while we were eating?" Elliot asks, annoyed.

"While you were getting dressed actually. Kathleen has to relinquish the trophy now."

"What trophy?"

"The trophy for the sibling to experience the 'Most Traumatizing Moment' award. Rich claimed since he saw your whole ass, he deserved it."