After 25 years he never knew he would be spending his Saturday like this. Any other Saturday he'd be home in bed or on his couch whichever caught his achy body first. He'd usually be knocked out until the late morning or early afternoon, but today he's up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at the nearest cafe to Olivia's flat.

They had spoken earlier this week mainly through text messages, it's something they've grown accustomed to now. She mentioned being free this Saturday and Ayanna had given him a few days to collect himself after the OC operation he had left for. He thinks back to when they stood in her office and he gifted her with that necklace. Every day since then he thought about if she wore it or just kept it in its box. Maybe she did wear it.

Nights when he laid awake miles and miles away wondering if she wore it to work, whenever she left her home. Maybe she still absentmindedly twiddled the chain of the necklace with her finger as she did years ago when they were partners. He'd watch her fiddle away with the necklace hanging around her neck while they struggled to find a break in the case or when she was just deep in thought and paid no mind to him.

Maybe she still did, sitting at her captain's desk and tugging lightly at the chain around her neck while she reviewed files.

Maybe she'll have it on when he goes to see her, and he'll have the biggest smile plastered on his face.

He's getting them both coffee and a breakfast sandwich for her because he's sure she won't feed herself. It takes a while even on the weekend in New York a cafe is still filled with people. He waits calmly staring out the wide window and watching the slow-moving traffic. There's no rush he has plenty of time to spare.

He glances at his watch. It's a little after nine and he doesn't want to show up at her place too early. She probably needs the time to sleep in or do her morning routine whatever that may consist of.

Elliot also remembers her telling him that Noah would be out of the house so he just might get the chance to drag her outside and they can do something together. Or she'll just want to spend her day in the comfort of her home since she probably doesn't get to do it much. Either way, he wouldn't be complaining all he wants is to see her in person especially since it had been months.

He hears his name behind him and slides off the incredibly uncomfortable bar stool. Sliding his wallet back into his pocket he reaches for the wrapped-up sandwich and then the two coffees. His heart flutters and he smiles walking away noticing his name 'Stabler' written on both of the cups.


Years of living in New York and he thinks he'll never get over the ridiculous traffic. Thirty minutes, it took him another thirty minutes to make it to Olivia's apartment and another five to find a parking spot that wasn't a 10-minute walk to the building door. Ultimately he finds one close enough.

Walking in he greets the doorman who now knows him by name. He gives a nod and Elliot's in the elevator making his way to Olivia. He shifts the coffee in his hand and gives three knocks on her door.

Surely he didn't expect an immediate answer or for the door to swing right open but a few long seconds passed before he gave another round of knocks and still was met without an answer. After a minute he knocks again this time calling out her name.

She knows he's coming over and he knows she's home. Making his way to the building he walked in the direction of her parking space, her car there ensuring that she was indeed home. He gives his last set of knocks hoping it'll be his last because he doesn't want to disturb any of her neighbors or draw disfavored attention to himself. That he's already done before.

He shifts on his feet and fishes his phone out of his pocket and dials her number only to be sent straight to voice mail.

One last time he calls out again just a little bit louder. "Liv?"

No response

He hates it when his mind gets like this. Begins wondering about the negative side of things of what may happen. Maybe she's just sleeping in. But Olivia isn't a heavy sleeper. He tries to convince himself. Maybe he should just leave a voicemail and check back later or they can make plans for another time.

But rationally he won't allow himself to leave. They made plans to see each other, that he would show up to her apartment and he'd get to see her after months separated. It may be an emergency.

Olivia had gifted him with a key to her apartment. The night he came to see her after her incident with BX9. He'd stayed with her and made her feel comfortable, and safe even, and shortly after that she truly began to warm up to him, and she started trusting him again. They met for lunch days after then she gave him a key to her apartment. She tried playing it off as if it was nothing, but after what he's done her trusting him again was the biggest thing in his universe. He accepted it also trying to play it cool although his smile pushed its way through and she'd even smiled back a little.

The clashing of keys left his pocket as he looked through for the right one.

Surely this is important. He tells himself. He doesn't want to abuse her trust in any way he just wants to make sure she's okay.

He takes in a deep breath as he pushes in the key.

She's okay, Stabler.

He tries to console Himself

"Liv?" He calls out for her again.

Again he's met with silence.

It's fairly quiet in her apartment apart from the occasional rustle of breeze through a cracked window.

Placing their coffees and her sandwich on the kitchen counter he scans the living space for any sign of her. Only found a small coat, Noah's, thrown across the sofa and a few papers stacked on her coffee table.

Elliot is hesitant at first but he starts making headway for her bedroom.

Maybe she's just in the shower. He tells himself trying to provide a reasonable doubt, feeling he may overstepping his boundaries. He's already in her home without her knowledge for god's sake.

Shit, what if he scares her?

His movements are anything but swift but approaching he calls out for what feels like the hundredth time. "Olivia?" This time his voice wasn't as loud but it was enough to be heard.

Come on Olivia. He starts to get anxious the closer he gets.

He's almost at arm's length to her door when he hears it. It's a muffled sound but it's a sound nonetheless, one that can't be brushed off. His footstep stopped for a second hoping to get a reply from her. Before he's even able to continue he hears it again this time it's not a muffled. It's a deep sigh, almost sounding shaky.

Is she in there?

Then he swore, he swore it was a damn moan he heard. He quite literally felt his heart jump in his chest by the sound of it. He approached closer and he was not mistaken. Breathy pants and another drawn-out moan he heard when his chest was almost close enough to press against the closed door. It was Olivia. The noises and the sound of her voice were surely different in pitch but he could point her out anywhere in any way.

God don't let her be in there with someone.

Just barely in between the sounds of her whimpering, he made out some kind of low buzzing. If he strained just enough without making any sudden movement against her door he could hear the consistent buzzing going on. To him, it sounded like expensive barber clippers only just a little quieter, it sounded more smooth running.

Suddenly it was getting harder to breathe. His body went warm and there was a growing strain in his pants.

She can't be in there with someone.

Certainly, she remembers he was coming over. The thought of it broke his heart that she would have someone over especially when he thought they were getting somewhere, that they were so close.

"Christ, Olivia." He whispered to himself running his hand from the top of his head then over his face.

He thinks he should leave. He shouldn't invade her privacy, she shouldn't even know that he was even there.

Maybe he should just grab their things and leave even though the raging jealous part of him whispers sinisterly to kick the door down. But he likes to think that he's bigger than that, that he's worked on his jealousy and grown out of it. It was easy to believe but when it came to Olivia, his Olivia he just couldn't ignore it. He thinks he should just leave, it'll be for the best. That's what he's about to do until he hears her, and as wrong as it is he would swear to God that it was his name he heard.

"El"

It surely was his name and she just made his decision a whole lot harder. His chest heaves with every breath he takes. Now he's sure she's not in there with someone else.

Physically he doesn't think he can move from the door, not after hearing that. Hearing her soft sweet moans on the other side of the door. The growing illustration of her, his Olivia on her bed, hands between her legs, whatever women's device she has using to bring herself over the edge.

She doesn't sound close, but what does he know they haven't had sex. But for fuck sake he still can tell. He could read her like a book he'd already memorized from front to back. He could read her as if his life depended on it and frankly, he thinks it does. She's worth it.

He looks down at the door knob and just stares for a few seconds debating on what he should do. But the noises coming from behind the door seduces him. He feels like a teenager with raging hormones. And again he's positive it's his name she says another time.

"Elliot"

God, he hopes she doesn't shoot him.

"Liv."

His hand takes hold of the knob, turning and then pushing the door open slower than he wanted to.

It's only for a few seconds, but it's a few seconds he'll continue to play over and over in his head for the rest of his life.

Her back was firm against her headboard. Legs bends at the knees giving him a perfect view of her. An oversized tee shirt hangs loosely around her neck and he's seen one of these before.

Some vibrator, a wand he thinks they call it. Both hands holding it in place her head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut. But only for those lecherous brief few seconds before the creak of her door gets her attention and she makes her knees touch to hide herself from him quickly switching the vibrator off.

"Oh my god, Elliot!" She exclaims not in a way he would preferably like. She was startled, of course, she would be. He could slap his hand to his forehead because now it's all too real, what was he thinking?

He watches as a hand slaps to cover her face but she freezes in place.

Shit.

He steps back moving to close the door but he leaves it cracked and stands there apologizing.

"God, Liv, I'm sorry. It's just- you weren't answering and I - I was worried. I tried calling. Shit, I'm so sorry Liv. I can just leave if you want me to." He said stumbling over his words.

The entire time he doesn't hear a peep from her. She sat still attempting to control her labored breathing.

"Liv I'm sorry." He grimaces pressing his forehead against the door and gritting his teeth. This'll push them back fifty steps he thinks. Knowing her she'll probably avoid him altogether after this.

"Liv?"

This time she's really quiet and it's killing him.

"Olivia" He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing but what does he have to lose right now.

He pushes the door back open and she's still in the same spot, same position. Her knees touching, her eyes closed, and her hand over her face.

At first, he doesn't pass the door just looks at her. She hasn't moved but he can tell she's still turned on. Her toes curled, her feet shifting a little against the sheets. The toy was still wedged between her legs.

"Olivia," He says again slowly approaching her. The last thing he wants to do is make her uncomfortable or even angry yet he still moving towards her.

She can't even look at him right now. The closer he gets the more he notices the bright pink of her face through the spaces of her fingers.

He keeps moving closer and when he's close enough he crouches down beside her. Fuck, he shouldn't have done that. He could see the thin sheen of sweat on her skin, he could smell her and feel the warmth radiating off of her body. He can't help glancing barely between her legs to where she has the sheet damp.

She can feel his presence close to her, it sends goosebumps pricking across her skin.

Then he's back on his feet but doesn't leave her side.

"God's gonna punish me for this," He tells himself in his mind.

"Liv" He just can't help it. He reaches out to touch her, his fingertips just brushing against her knee and he damn near folded at her sharp intake of breath. Maybe this was a bad idea, he shouldn't be doing this.

"I should leave you." His voice was thick with arousal. Although he doesn't want to leave he thinks it's best. But the second he moves to pull away, the hand that had been covering her face grabs hold of his forearm.

He's staying.

That, although it's unexpected he's happy for it.

"Elliot." She breathes out softly. She almost pulls him to his knees taking his forearm and moves it to take hold of the wand between her legs as she slightly opens them.

He bites his lip to prevent a curse from falling.
Elliot takes hold of the wand but it isn't strong. She clasped her hands over his and whispered "Please" and that was about enough to do it for him. She arches her hips into his hand while he's stunned. He wouldn't imagine in a million years that this would be an experience between them.

"Ok Liv," Elliot says then dropping to his knees once again. This time he takes her left leg resting it over his shoulder, opening her up for him as he leans in close.

He looks up at her, eyes still closed, lips parted anticipating his next move. His finger maneuvers along the vibe until he finds its button and then pushes it.

Immediately there's a sharp intake of air from her. The hand that had been guiding him dropped to the sheet beside her.

Her breathing gets deep quickly and she starts to squirm and buck against the toy. He can feel the intensity of the vibrations through the bones of his hands and he thinks that it may be too high. He hadn't paid attention to it really, too busy watching the pleasure play on her face, her body rolling against the toy.

There are only three buttons on the toy so he settles for the one that displays a sign to decrease the power of it. Instantly she's a lot less….worked up.

He's completely mesmerized by her. His free hand he uses to skim over the soft smooth skin of her legs. Daringly he moves closer to her knee circling for a second and then continuing his way up. He drags his fingertips along until he's met with the sensitive skin on her inner thigh and she doesn't protest at all.

Finally, she opens her eyes and lets them fall on him. Elliot from the shoulder up, between her legs. His hands on her, his eyes looking at her most delicate parts.

At this point, he goes for it. The palm of his hand soothes across her thigh then he makes contact with her center. He spreads her with his fingers and applies more pressure against her with the toy.

His eyes catch hers just in time. Her eyes that had been closed widened, her mouth open with the sexiest sounds he had ever heard.

"Yes, Elliot."

He soaks up the praise although he partially thinks he isn't doing the work.

He guides the vibrator up and down the length of her drawing out another moan as she slouches against the headboard. Watching as it moves effortlessly against her slippery area.

"So sexy." He whispers squeezing at the flesh of her thighs. Thighs he's dreamt of many times being wrapped around him. Gingerly, his hand moved back to her center, flipping his palm facing up then slid two fingers inside of her.

Elliot could tell that she was more than appreciative of it by her loud moan and her rocking against his hand. Her legs move uneasily on the bed and she's struggling to keep the knees apart. Her breathing becomes more rapid and he never thought he'd hear her repeatedly call on his name the way she is now.

"Come on Liv." He coaxed her then moved back the the higher setting. He's grateful they're alone because she definitely would've been heard. He presses himself against her mattress to ease some of the ache now there.

"Ell, Elliot." She calls out back arching as her body wound tight. Her hand lands over his when she comes. Trembling lightly as she moans and squirms away from the toy.

He switches it off and stands to sit on the bed between her legs with the one once on his shoulder over his lap. He's watching her like she's the most fascinating thing he has ever seen. Because she was, he had just made his Olivia come with her sex toy. God, it was better than just laying in bed imagining what it would be like. It beat his fantasy by a long shot.

His hand smoothed over her thigh as she came down. Until her breathing matched his and she was shaking her head smiling with closed eyes.

He laughed lightly then she looked at him, their faces inches apart as her hands moved to take hold of his face.

"I can't believe I let you do that." She said breathing out a laugh.

"I'm glad you did, looked like you wanted it." He teased her. "And you were so sexy." He told her with emphasis.

"So embarrassing." She said trying to ignore the cool breeze hitting between her legs. They'd jumped from a few lunches, small kisses here and there to him getting her off with her plaything.

"I guess uhh, you forgot I was coming over."

" No, I just didn't think you were coming over so early. Damn Elliot it's just barely after ten."

"So what you thought you'd get one in before I showed up." He joked and she playfully smacked him against the shoulder. "Shut up." she paused for a second. "But I was hoping for two actually."

They both laugh.

The smile that was already on his face seemed to get bigger when he noticed the compass around her neck. The necklace he'd given her peeking behind the shirt around her neck.

"You're wearing it. The necklace." His finger grazes along her collarbone.

She glances down and smiles. "It helped."
Hearing the words come from her makes his smile stretch from ear to ear.

"I brought you breakfast." He tells her idly moving his hands up her body circling her waist and moving closer to her breast. She's sure she's a sight, completely naked with some big t-shirt hanging around her neck which he hopes is only her's.

"I know you would. You always do."

They're looking deeply at each other. She stared up at him for what felt like forever until she pulled him in and their lips touched. He kisses her like he's been waiting an eternity to do so. A hand snakes up to the side of her face as he holds her against him. His tongue brushes along her lips until she invites him in.

Elliot's hand skims up until he's met with the swell of her breast his thumbs moving over the hard peak causing her to moan in his mouth. He massages her there, moving desperately to get his fill of her in his hands.

Their kissing grew messy as their lips continued to reach for each other. His hands fondling and roaming all over her body, she can feel herself getting riled up again.

"Elliott." She pants finding it hard to pull away from him also because he doesn't seem to want to let her go.

"I want to, I want to Elliot, I'm ready." Olivia already started working on his shirt, balling the hem of it in her fist.

He remembers the night when she told him the complete opposite. Both of them in her kitchen, her back against the refrigerator and their faces so close. All he'd hoped for was a kiss. A small kiss he would've been more than happy for but she wasn't ready and he'd never rush her into anything. He would still wait years for her if it was what she needed.

He assists her in removing his shirt, but he wants to be sure she doesn't rush into anything she isn't truly ready for. Which is ironic considering what transpired not long ago.

Her hand moves to work on the button of his jeans when two hands cupping her face gets her attention.

"Are you sure Liv, we can wait if the timing isn't right."

She smiles at the man sitting in front of her. "Elliot if we continue to wait for the right time nothing is ever going to happen. Besides I am ready, I love you so much." She pauses for a moment looking at him deeply, her thoughts wondering.

"Just- just don't leave me again Elliot."

His heart breaks a little hearing those words come from her mouth. He's hurt her the way he left no doubt about it and he'll spend the rest of his life making it up to her in every way.

"Olivia, Liv look at me."

Her eyes had started to wander but in seconds they were back on his. Those bright blue eyes she fell in love with such a long time ago. "I'm not going anywhere Olivia I promise you I'll never leave."

Olivia smiles and nods because she truly does believe him. He's been patient and willing to do what it takes to build their relationship even though some things won't ever be the same. However, the change is good between them. They're both learning new changes about one another and still revel in the things that haven't.

They're back on each other again their kisses more sensual this time and a little slower. Olivia's hands run over the solid muscles around his arms and back.

His hands stroke the skin of her waist slowly moving up until he's cupping the swell of her breast. A whimper comes from her when his thumb skims over the firmness of her nipples.

"I want you, Elliot." She tells him again straddling him and placing both hands on his shoulders.

He uses the advantage to remove her shirt and then shakes off the jeans that hung loosely around his ankles. His arm circles around her waist and pulls her close to him as his legs shift to kick off the jeans with his lips leaving hers. He bends a little to remove his socks then falls back onto the bed.

She's kissing him hungrily with one hand on his face feeling the scruff there while the other rests on his chest. He grabs hold of her thighs tightly his hands full of her muffling groans as she grinds into his erection.

Her movements are persistent, pushing into him so that his cock is hard against her clit and she's moaning softly.

He bites his bottom lip watching her with her eyes closed, lips parted close to his ear as she lets out those sounds he loves so much. Her left hand snakes beneath his head using the leverage to press harder into him, her movements growing more frantic. With every pass of her hip, she leaves a wet trail along his underwear.

"Fuck Olivia."

"Please."

She almost sounds desperate as she unclings herself from him when he sits up and tries to remove his underwear as best he can without moving her body from above him. Olivia helps him get the material past her knees then he kicks them off to the ground joining the rest of their clothes.

She hovers over him with his hand situated back on her hips. His eyes looking over her like he's ready to devour her looking past the hair dangling around her face. She has let it grow out a lot these days, the curled ends resting above the curves of her tits. He gives her one last look and he's never been so sure that he wants something. He wants her.

"Take what you need, baby."

She smiles a little from the helplessness of him already calling her baby. They both know that it's going to be a regular thing now. Even this, them coming to see each other, their hands finally allowed to touch, roam, and please. They both know they'll never tire of it after years of waiting.

She takes him in her hand and positions him at her entrance. They both moan simultaneously when she begins to sink into him. He holds her steady when her brows furrow a bit. His head rests on a pillow as he lays back and watches her. He brings her forward until their chests are pressed together.

She buries her face into the space of his neck and as much as she'll hate to boost his ego he hears when she whimpers so big. He tries not to smile that cocky grin. He nuzzles into her cheek placing light kisses there. Her head rises and her hands move from his chest to either side of his body.

She takes him slowly, taking inch by inch and she makes merry in the praises he tells in the confinement of the bedroom.

"Take your time Liv, you're doing so good."

She mewls above him until she's fully enclosed around him causing him to call out her name. Her movement starts slow lifting to the tip of him then settling back. She can't remember the last time she felt this full. It feels like he's touching every spot inside her.

"So good El." She picks up the pace and he guides her every step of the way. His hands aided her hips in every movement. His eyes trace every curve of her body as she moves above him. From the bounce of her tits, and the curve of her waist down to when they meet.

Her breathing grows deep as her movements become more concentrated. She moans growing more desperate and needy.

His hand smoothing along her thighs moves to cup her ass then trails around to her stomach until his thumb is pressed against her clit.

"There baby?" He asks as if her prompt response isn't enough. Her breath hitches and a moan slips from his lips when she tightens around him.

She lets out a stuttered yes and pauses for a moment to adjust her positioning. Hands that were on either side of his chest are replaced with her feet, her hands fall behind her as she opens herself for him, and fuck the sight alone almost has him coming.

Olivia moaning continuously now, her head thrown back and spread eager for him. "Keep yourself up for me."

He tells her and she plants her feet firmly on the mattress. Then he takes over thrusting into her with a rewarding pace his thumb working her clit and it all almost as her legs giving out.

"Please." She pleads again.

He keeps his movement steady focusing on her and trying not to give into her clenching around him. Trying so desperately to fight through the thoughts of how sexy she looked and how good the feel of her wet and warm around him.

"Come on baby. Come for me." He adds more pressure on her clit, circling faster until she comes with a strangled moan, and her legs are trembling and closing around his arm, and his hand slips from her.

He mutters a curse as she pulses around him. Squeezing around him and getting wetter by the second.

Her breathing barely calms before he takes hold of her. He sits up once more pulling them chest to chest again only this time he flips them over.

There's a smile on her face as he kisses and sucks on her neck. He moves down to her collar bone kissing and sucking the skin there, spending a little more time in that area until he's leaving multiple deep red marks.

He moves further down grazing her nipple until his mouth covers. Her body is still sensitive from her orgasm, she arches against him moaning out his name.

Damn, he wants more of her.

Without warning he slides to the edge of the bed dragging her along with him. Olivia doesn't mind he can tell by the dazed smile still on her face. She lies at the edge while he stands bringing her close until the back of her thighs touches the front of his.

He slides in without warning drawing another gasp from her. He only gives a few shallow thrusts until his eye catches the wand just a few inches to the right of her.

Elliot bends to press his lips to her also reaching for the wand so she doesn't notice. He picks up the pace of his thrust and moves deeper. She whimpers feeling him so deep her eyes shut. A hand settles low on her stomach adding just a little pressure. Then there's the familiar buzzing filling the room. She nearly jolts away, surprised and the extra stimulation.

" Elliot" she calls out his name her right hand gripping behind her knee.

She holds tight clenching and relaxes after every few thrusts as she holds herself open. Her lashes flutter as she feels him everywhere. Her back arched off the bed, her free hand fisted in the sheets as she seemed to surrender to him. Her hips almost began squirming away from the vibrator as he held it firm against her.

He did his best to keep his hold on her. His hand adds a little force to the back of her thigh nearly bending her in half as he hits her even deep. A deep sound comes from him now feeling the vibration from the wand at the base of his cock. Her hips start moving to meet his every thrust.

Her lips are moving but not a single coherent word left her mouth. The sight alone has him plummeting toward the edge. He's sure he heard a 'baby' laced between her whimpering moans.

She's never felt this, the feeling of every nerve in her body on high alert. Being so stimulated she can hardly think, she can't think. He's driving into her deep with every thrust has her brown orbs disappearing.

He watches the bounce of her tits as they move together, the compass moving in every direction as her body rolls with his.

"Don't stop." She whimpers desperately.

"Fuck, Olivia, you feel so good."

They're both barreling toward the edge. She's continuously clenching around him but she's yet to explode.

He changes the angle slightly and she doesn't know how because his hands feel like they're everywhere, doing so much all at once. He manages to lift her hips just enough off the bed and they both feel that spot that's guaranteed to finish them both off.

"Elliot." She breathes out heavily. Her feet in the air close to his shoulders and her hand was tight around his forearms because it was all too much just to hold herself open anymore. She feels sensitive all over, the slightest graze of his finger along her skin made her shudder.

They're both so close, he picks up his pace and then she goes quiet for only he few seconds until she's murmuring "I'm coming."

The way she says it makes it sound like she's surprised or caught off guard. In a way it is. That Elliot, the Elliot she's wanted for so long is here in her bedroom, with her vibrator in his hand between her legs, and is making her fall apart.

She squeezes around him as she calls out, he can feel the shaking his her thighs beneath his palms. And she's coming, so hard that he feels every gush of fluid against his cock, on her thighs and they're both so wet now. He looks between them watching the shine of his cock as he takes her harder. He hears a faint 'yes' through the ringing in his ear as he loses himself in his last few thrusts.

"Ohmygod ohmygod." Elliots hears Olivia beneath him. She squeals almost breathlessly as the combination of the vibrator and him inside her begins to be too much, her body too sensitive to take anymore.

In seconds he's spilling inside with her name on his lips and they're both breathing heavily. She's fast when she reaches between them quickly shuts it off and tosses it to the side.

Olivia cups his face pulling them close once again. She lets his weight fall on top of her, she probably won't admit it now but she's always wanted to feel him on her like this. Their bodies are wet and sticking to each other their face nuzzling together as they catch their breaths.

They're somewhat calmed when he starts placing kisses from his forehead to the very tip of her nose and her cheeks and it leaves her smiling. He flips them over to avoid his falling asleep over her because they're both drained right now.

Her hands move repeatedly over his chest and their heart rates begin to slow down. He loves the smell of her, his nose nestled into her hair. Olivia resting calmly against him. Lazily drawing patterns on his chest.

He held her close and wrapped them up in the sheet that didn't seem to be at all wet. His fingers lace into her hair massaging lazily until they both drift off.