Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. But, I hope you enjoy this.


Once the kids were tucked in, Charles and Olivia met in the master bedroom. Olivia walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Noah's out," she whispered and kissed his cheek. "The girls?"

Charles held her close. "Out like a light," he ran his hands down her back and squeezed her ass. "So, bath?"

She grinned and ran her hands under his shirt and pulled him closer. "Undress me," she whispered. "And get me in the bath, hold me, kiss me," she took his shirt off. "You're so sexy."

He grinned and they slowly peeled off one another's clothes, slowly walking into the bathroom, their lips attached. He broke the kiss and ran the bath. She sat on the counter of the sink and watched him. He turned to see her perched on the counter and he walked over to her, kissing her neck. "You're stunning," he whispered in her ear. "I want you, but first, I want to talk."

Olivia groaned and arched her back. "My God, Charles. You're teasing me," she whispered. "I want you so bad, baby," she whined with a pout.

Charles smiled and kissed her. "In due time, 'Livia. I promise, after we talk, I'll fuck you however you want."

She let her head fall back against the mirror, the nickname he chose for her and the way he uttered it heightened her arousal. "Whatever you want to know, Charles," she panted. "But my… my brain is starting to turn to mush because you have me so turned on."

He kissed her collar bone and moved to turn off the water and climbed into the tub and helped her in. They sat down and he held her tight. The feeling in the air shifted. He felt her relax into him and he smiled. "I want you to tell me about the things you left out of the book."

Olivia grinned. "Right now, the only thing I want to talk about is having fun with you, without clothes, in the tub, in bed," she kissed him and ran her nails over the back of his head. "What do you want to know about me when it comes to sex," her eyes blazed as she stared deep into his eyes.

Charles caressed her face. "So many questions," he whispered. "We'll start easy." He kissed her slowly. "You like dirty talk?"

She chuckled a bit. "You realize we had phone sex before we even hugged, right?"

He kissed her neck and ran his fingers over her thighs. "Oh, trust me, I remember, but I bet you can be dirtier than that," he whispered in her ear. "I bet you can be filthy," he chuckled when he heard her moan.

Olivia arched her back. "I can be very dirty." She turned and knelt before him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I've been thinking about your cock all day, and what it feels like in my dripping wet pussy, the way it fills me up so fucking good," she whispered and ran her teeth gently over his earlobe.

Charles groaned and gripped her hips. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. "You're irresistible," he smiled. "I have to know, if I were to ever walk in on you masturbating, would you stop?"

She bit her bottom lip. "Not a chance. I'd make myself come so hard and I'd come screaming your name," she giggled and kissed him. "Take me to bed," she whispered. "I want you, baby. Now."

He brained the tub and stood up, climbing out of the tub and picking her up, walking her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed, climbing on top of her, looking into her eyes, kissing her neck. "How do you want it, Livia?"

Olivia let out a whiny moan and gripped his hair. "Fuck me," she begged. "Please baby. Please," she felt his teeth graze her neck and she moaned. She gasped as he pushed into her and she ran her nails down his back, leaving angry red marks. "Oh," she arched into him and bit her bottom lip.

Charles groaned. "You ready?" he asked, massaging her breasts.

She let her mouth fall open. "Move!" She cried out. "Shit." She felt him start to move slowly and she closed her eyes. "Mm, yeah," she grinned.

He caressed her face. "Open your eyes, beautiful."

Olivia let her eyes flutter open and looked into his. He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her and she let out a strangled moan. "Right there! Oh, don't stop!" She kissed him hard and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss and looked at him. "Harder," she whispered. "Faster."

Charles smiled. "That how you want it, baby? You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

She sighed and gripped his ass, letting out a frustrated groan. "Please, Jesus Christ please!" She cried out and kissed him fiercely. "Or do you want me to ride you? Make us both come? Huh?"

He allowed her to flip them and they both moaned as she started to ride him hard and fast, her hands resting on his chest. "Ah, Livia," he seethed as she switched to grinding her hips into his, her clit grinding into his pubic bone.

Olivia threw her head back. "Fuck me!" She looked down at him. "Mm, come on baby. Come for me. Come inside me. I'm so fucking close. Oh! Right there. Fuck!"

Charles moved one hand between them, rubbing her clit, hearing her moan louder. "That's it sexy. Come on," he whispered, pulling her down and kissing her, tangling his fingers in her hair.

Her body stiffened and she moaned into his mouth, her hips slowing down as she rode out her orgasm, feeling his release inside her. She collapsed on top of him, her breath heavy, letting out gentle moans as she came down. "Oh, my God, Charles. Oh, baby." She smiled and closed her eyes.

He ran his hands down her back. "That was amazing," he whispered in her ear.

Olivia tucked her head under his chin. "Thank you," she whispered. "For making me feel so good, so safe."

Charles kissed the top of her head. "I hope I always do."

She moved so she could look into her eyes. "You are amazing, you know that? Truly amazing."

He wrapped the blankets around them and kissed her softly. "That's you, beautiful," he whispered and they lay there for what felt like forever before Charles broke the silence again. "Can we—" he cleared his throat. "Can we talk now? About more serious things? Not that talking about sex with you isn't truly amazing."

Olivia kissed over his face. "What do you want to know?"

Charles rolled them so they were on their sides. "Tell me something not in the book," he whispered. He saw her pause and caressed her face.

She looked up at him. "What I didn't put in there… there's a lot of different reasons for that, from protecting myself to not wanting to traumatize the public. It's dark, Charles, and heavy. Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I am," he whispered. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I want to know everything I can about you. Olivia Benson, you intrigue me."

Olivia took a deep breath. "I don't know what to tell you. There's a lot."

Charles kissed her forehead. "Whatever you want, beautiful."

She nodded. "When I was sixteen I was dating one of my mother's students. He was twenty one and asked me to marry him. I loved him but I said yes because I needed to get out of my mother's house. She found out and told me that she'd never let anyone else have me. I told her that I didn't care what she thought, that I loved him and that I was going to marry him. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand that she dropped and it shattered. She picked up a jagged piece of the bottle and came at me with it. I kicked her and she went flying across the room, hit the wall and slid down. I was so scared I ran out of the apartment, shaking. And I actually called a lawyer to help kids like me." She wiped a tear from her eyes.

He held her close. "I've got you," he whispered.

Olivia looked up at him. "I never really felt loved by my mother. But when she came at me with that piece of glass…" she shook her head. "What kind of mother wants to kill her own kid?" She buried her head in his chest and sobbed. "And maybe that's why none of my relationships last. Maybe I always just hear her in my head. That she'll never let anyone else have me," she looked at him. "I can never seem to get a man to say through all the bad stuff."

Charles kissed her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, Olivia. Not unless you tell me to," he whispered.

She held onto him tighter. "Please don't go anywhere," she whispered. "I feel… God, I know I don't need a man, that I can do anything… but God, Charles, it gets so lonely having to do everything alone. I get lonely in that apartment with just Noah and I. And the days I have off and Noah's at school or… over a friend's house… it hits me how alone I am."

He wiped her eyes. "Were," he whispered. "You're not alone anymore," he whispered.

Olivia looked up at him. "Promise you won't go anywhere when it gets hard?"

Charles rested their foreheads together. "I swear. Olivia I'm not one to run when things get hard."

She kissed him gently, playfully biting his lip. "We've got forever," she whispered.

He smiled. "We do," he whispered.

Olivia smiled a chuckled a bit. "So I can officially call you my boyfriend, and not a fuck buddy?"

Charles grinned. "Nothing would make me happier than to be your boyfriend, though anytime you want the perks of a fuck buddy, I'll be happy to offer them."

She smiled. "Right back at you," she bit her bottom lip. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for not running. I have a dark past, Charles. I'd understand if it was too much."

He kissed her again. "Everything you've been through, everything you've survived, has made you the incredible woman you are today. Dark, light, complicated, whatever, without any piece of it, even just one piece, you wouldn't be the woman in my arms. I'd hope you'd still be here, but you wouldn't be who you've become. It's a butterfly effect, Livia."

Olivia smiled and blushed. She appreciated everything he said, but something about the way he called her Livia sent pleasant shivers through her body. No one had ever called her that before, and the way it fell from Charles's lips made her never want to leave his arms, or his bed. "I love when you call me that," she whispered and looked into his eyes. "Just the way it rolls off your tongue," she caressed his face.

Charles kissed her gently. "I will call you Livia whenever you want me to. I promise."

She smiled and settled into his chest. "Do you think… Do you think if your publishing house wasn't publishing my book… that you and I would be here right now? In bed, naked, cuddling, basking in post coital bliss?"

He ran his hand over her side. "I hope so. I believe that if something is meant to be, it finds a way to happen. So if we weren't publishing your book maybe we'd have met at a bar, or online, maybe at a dance recital. And I like to think that this… us… we're meant to be."

Olivia took his hand and intertwined their fingers. "I like to think that too. Charles, we haven't known each other very long at all, and you make me feel like no one else ever has. You make me so happy, you make me feel like everything is going to be okay. You make me feel like my mom was wrong all along."

Charles held her close. "I'm glad I make you happy. Everything will be okay, Livia. And your mother was most definitely wrong."

She nuzzled into his chest. "How are you real?"

He brushed her hair back. "I could ask you the same question, baby. You are an absolute angel. You know that?"

Olivia looked at him. "Hardly," she ran her fingers over his chest. "I'm definitely more Lilith than Eve," she shrugged. "But… you amaze me, Charles Brooks."

Charles kissed her temple. "I prefer a woman who won't settle anyway," he whispered. "No matter who tells her to settle," he smiled. "And you, you won't settle. So be proud to be Lilith."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "Fall asleep with me? And hold me?"

He kissed over to her ear. "Forever," he held her tight and felt her settle into his chest.


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