Please review! I think we're all in need of some new EO material with the new seasons coming out soon, and I'm hoping some domestic EO will be happening soon. Fingers crossed. Hopefully, this will tie us over lol

"Movers will be at your place tomorrow and mine on Friday." Elliot stated as he walked back into what was now his and Olivia's dining room. The townhouse they'd decided to buy together was something they'd never imagined would become their home. When they had started scoping out larger apartments, the extra fees and building rules had them rolling their eyes at most. While Olivia had been in apartments most her life, even she seemed fed up with the lack of freedom the management companies were posing. After looking for three months, their desire to finally move in together brought up the idea of buying instead of renting. Surprisingly, it was Olivia who brought it up. Granted, she was a bottle and half into the wine they'd been given at Christmas for hosting their large joint family, but he knew the thought had probably been on her mind for a while. Alcohol usually was just the aid that helped her vocalize the questions she was hesitant to ask while sober.

So, that began their shopping of realtors and then lofts and townhouses around Manhattan. The prices were still high enough to spike Elliot's blood pressure, but the room and freedom that was provided made home hunting more fun. Discussions over their latest tours indulged everything from holidays with everyone to when they were empty nesters. This townhouse, their townhouse, he knew was the one the moment they walked inside. It's not like it was spectacular by any means. It probably was similar to three or four others they'd seen, but the breakfast nook had captured him. He never thought a breakfast nook would be a selling point to him, but the realtor walked them into the kitchen with it's stainless steal appliances, marble countertops with seating at the counter, and he watched Olivia gravitate over to the booth below the large picture window overlooking the patch of grass considered a backyard in the city. She slid to the corner of the booth, cocooning herself there and smiling. He didn't care if the whole upstairs was beams and two by fours with wires hanging from the ceiling; he was getting her that nook.

Now, here they were. They'd signed the papers this morning, taken the week off of work, managed to coordinate time for all the kids to come and help them move, and now they were taking a moment to enjoy this. And, it seemed like Olivia was well ahead of him. He'd stepped back into their empty dining room to find her laying on the hardwood floors, staring up at the ceiling, with a serene smile on her face. She turned her head to look at him upon his announcement of the movers. "Join me."

"Like I would ever think of saying no." Elliot grinned before laying down on the floor beside her, pausing when the floorboards creaked underneath him. "I know I creak, but I swear that was the house."

Olivia burst into giggles, tangling her fingers with his once he was flat on his back. "If you ever sound like that, I wouldn't be inviting you to lay down on the floor with me. Neither of us would be able to get back up." She squeezed his hand, looking back up at the popcorn ceiling and newly installed fan. "I can't believe this is ours."

"I can't believe it either. I know it was just paperwork but seeing our names together again like that. . .I don't know. I didn't think something so trivial would be something I missed so much." Elliot admitted quietly, blushing even as he felt Olivia kiss his cheek affectionately. "What do you want to do to the place first?"

"Well, we need to paint." Olivia suggested, glancing around. "Hang pictures, clean surfaces."

Elliot wagged his eyebrows at her. "Christen each room."

"Yes, you've mentioned that a time or two." Olivia chuckled, running a hand through her hair. After a moment, she swung her leg over him and pushed herself up to straddle his waist. Gazing down at him, she cupped his face in her hands. "Before we do that, I do have a present for you though."

"A present, huh?" Elliot beamed before remembering the large, thin square box Olivia had walked in with. The box had been in her car for a couple weeks, and she'd kept telling him it was a gift for Amanda that she hadn't been able to give yet. Said box was a couple feet from his head, sitting against the wall between her purse and the French doors between their dining and living room. He kept his eyes on Olivia's though. "Bedroom related?"

Olivia rolled her eyes before reaching for it, ensuring her breasts pressed against his face as she leaned over him to grab the box. When she sat back against him and met his eyes, he looked blissed and dazed, the beginnings of an erection pressing against her between both their jeans. "Not necessarily."

Elliot shook his head, grabbing the box and putting it above his head. "Do that again."

"Elliot." Olivia tried to scold, but she was giggling too much. She did as he requested though, pressing her chest against his face as she retrieved the box a second time. Her core clenched around nothing feeling him groan into her cleavage though. "C'mon, open this. Then, you and I can start christening like heathens."

"Been teasing me in those jeans all day, but whatever." Elliot mumbled, winking at her as he started opening the box's lid while she held it for him. He reached inside before his fingers wrapped around something rounded and metal. He pulled it up out of the cardboard, face morphing as he quickly saw what it was. In his hand was a large black iron compass for hanging on a wall. He figured it was close to two feet in diameter, heavy in his palms, but what really stuck out to him was the customization.

Benson & Stabler
Est. 1999

His eyes caught hers between the intricate design. "Liv, this is. . .where did you find this?"

"Had it made. Do you like it?" Olivia asked, biting her lip. "I didn't know if the kids would like it, because it sort of implies we've been together for a lot longer than we have been, and-"

"Liv," Elliot interrupted her, adjusting the large compass in his hands so he could move one to her waist reassuringly. "I love it. My kids know our relationship is more than just this past year. They know it's complicated and complex and wonderful. If it didn't say Benson and Stabler, I think one of the girls would try to steal it to hang in her own home."

Olivia laughed as she ran her hands over the iron herself, meeting his hand still wrapped around it. "You'll have to think of where you want to put this now."

"I already know." Elliot smirked before gently setting it on the box Olivia had laid back on the floor. "Right over that breakfast nook. That way, I can admire it every morning you and I drink coffee there." He adored her like this, relaxed and eyes beaming back at him. It had taken a long time to get an official date with her, longer for him to earn her complete trust, felt like an eternity before she finally uttered the word boyfriend. It had been once, and she cringed immediately after saying it - something about them being too old for boyfriend/girlfriend titles. So, she lovingly referred to him as her partner in professional settings and her man in more intimate ones. There was one instance where a woman had flirted with him at a bar they'd walked into for a couple drinks. Even though he'd made it clear he was taken, Olivia had very obviously staked her claim on him by walking up and calling him nearly every pet name in the book, mentioning the kids at home that were waiting for them, that actually weren't home that night, just to drive the point further into the woman.

She'd ridden him that night like she had to prove the point to him that he was hers and no one else's. He happily let her prove the point as many times as she wanted.

It was a turn on to know she was as possessive about him as he was about her, but it warmed his whole being to experience her like this. The fear of domesticity a thing of the past. Kissing hello and goodbye was now a norm she very much welcomed, had even begun to make a point to make sure was done even if they were rushing past each other. Late nights watching TV together, her feet in his lap as his thumbs worked her arch, were spent binge watching something new they had been neglecting for a long time. Sunday nights included a rundown of the calendar week to ensure they had a handle on everything going on whether something came up at work or not. Domestic Olivia was a whole other creature to behold, and he cherished her as much as he could.

Olivia rejoined their hands, removing his from her hips so she could hold and lean on them. "This is real."

"Yeah, it is." Elliot nodded. He slowly sat up, wrapping his arms around her even though she was determined to keep their hands joined. "You okay with that? With us having a home together? I know I'm no George Clooney, but I don't think my face is all that bad to wake up to."

"Like George Clooney could handle me." Olivia smirked, pecking his lips. "I'm all in, El. Every night, morning, facial hair change, and body injury. Besides, you wake me up plenty of mornings with this face of yours between my thighs."

Elliot's face lit up with that cocky grin that made her insides turn to molten lava. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"You're disgusting." Olivia scoffed, the chuckle that accompanied it doing nothing to support her words. She let go of his hands, running them up his arms as his lips attached to hers and quickly thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, grinding down on him as he groped her ass.

Elliot grunted when she bit his lower lip, and his response was to smack her ass. He grinned hearing the gasp from her lips. "Stand up, baby." He held back his snicker hearing the whine of protest from her, but she did stand up. He followed suit and grabbed her hands, pinning them behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her again, he started backing her up through the kitchen and over to the breakfast nook. "When you put on these jeans this morning, did you plan on driving me crazy all day?"

Olivia smirked against his lips, pushing her breasts into his chest as much as she could. "Not the main purpose of wearing jeans today, but it is a nice benefit." She whimpered when Elliot thrust a thigh between her legs and moved it back and forth, causing the seam of her denim to stroke her clit through the cotton of her panties. "Fuck!"

"That's it, baby." Elliot nearly groaned, nipping at her jawline. "I can't wait to fuck you in every room of this place, have a weekend where all you wear is my shirt. Spread you out or bend you over every surface. God, I want to fill you."

Olivia's core was throbbing. She needed him inside her now. While she'd worn a pair of jeans she knew drove Elliot nearly mad, he'd played dirty wearing a black henley that he'd rolled up the sleeves on, exposing the muscles of his forearms. She'd accidentally let it slip one night when she'd snuck into his place after a few drinks that she used to get wet when he'd do the action during interrogations. Ever since, he'd never given up an opportunity to repeat the action, clocking her when he could with a smirk that made her want to smack him. . .and then drag him away somewhere private. During their signing of the townhouse today, Elliot had rolled up his sleeves before grabbing the pen, giving her a wink. To the realtor, it looked like a man ecstatic to be signing for his new home, but she knew very well what his wink was about.

"Fuck me." Olivia panted, jaw dropping when she tilted her hips just right. "I'm ready."

Elliot growled before spinning her around and bending her over the small table. He saw her hands work on the button and zipper of her jeans, and he did the same before reaching for her waistband and pulling the skin tight denim down enough to bare her ass and the back of her thighs. Despite having every single light off, he could see her glistening as he pulled her panties aside, felt the heat enough that his cock twitched. "Jesus, Liv." He moved his cock between her lips, gripping her hips tightly at just how wet she was.

"El." Olivia nearly pleaded before he was sliding into her. The relief was immediate, and she let out a low moan as he seated himself fully inside her. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

"So do you." Elliot breathed. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head before sliding his hands under her shirt and up to her full breasts. The white sweater she'd thrown on that morning made her look almost angelic, but the black lace bra and panty set was sinful in contract. He became harder if possible once he started pinching her nipples. The effect it had on her was immediately felt by him. "My God, you're so fucking tight. I want to live right here, buried inside you."

Olivia pushed back against him, grabbing his hands through her shirt to hold onto him. "Don't hold back." She yelped, followed by a prolonged moan, when his hips started snapping against hers. The power of him made the air knock out of her lungs, but the pleasure he was eliciting was too good to stop it. If anything, the noises flowing freely from her were encouraging him. He was hitting her just right, and it was hard to believe her body was already betraying her. "Fucking hell. El, gonna cum."

"Good girl." Elliot praised as he continued to pound into her. "God, you're so fucking perfect, 'Livia. So wet for me. Taking me so well." He panted against her back, grinning as she whimpered below him. "Yeah, you take my cock so well, like it was made for you." He thrust inside her hard and held her there, grinding up and down against her. That did the trick. The motion against her g-spot had Olivia rocketing over the edge with a cry into the table top before Elliot was slamming into her again. He stood up, pulling her with him, and snuck one hand down from her right breast to rub circles on her clit. Immediately, she was plunged back into the waves of her orgasm, spurring a second one to roll into her like a freight train before the first could begin to subside. "That's it, baby. Keep cumming."

Olivia's mouth opened, but no sound came out as she writhed against him. Her right hand slammed down on the table hard as her belly coiled tightly. Her toes curled painfully in her boots, but her body felt boneless as the lethargic feeling spread. "El," she whimpered, body jolting now with her sensitive clit.

Elliot pulled out of her. "Turn around." He helped her, seeing her feet were unsteady. She was sated, feeling the effects of her double orgasm to its fullest effects. He kissed her before laying her onto her back. He tugged her boots and jeans off, watching as she grabbed onto the other side of the table so she wouldn't slide off with his rough removal of her clothes - not that she was complaining. "So pretty." He licked his lips before picking up her thighs and opening her wide by hooking her knees with his elbows. He pulled her to the edge of the table before thrusting back into her.

With her body open and pinned like this, Olivia could only take what he gave her, and her body seemed determined to enjoy everything he gave her. It was long before her pussy was clenching around him again. "Touch yourself for me, baby." He grunted, his sweat mingling further with hers.

Olivia reached a hand down and gently rubbed her clit, the wetness aiding in her steadily adding a bit more pressure. When she found her trigger spot that made her thighs tremble, she picked up speed until the muscles in her arm started to ache.

"Yes," Elliot praised, angling himself deeper inside her. He watched as her hand frenzied itself before her back began to bow with her third orgasm. That sudden clench of her pussy on him was what had him spurting into her with a broken chant of her name followed by another 'good girl'. He held himself fully seated inside her before moving his hand to take over on her clit for her. She jumped initially, squirming at the overwhelming sensitivity in her aching core, but he slowly ground himself into her again. "You're taking it all so well, baby. So fucking full."

Those words did her in again. The fourth wasn't as intense as the others, but good nonetheless. As he started to soften inside her, she hummed softly, smiling when he leaned over her to kiss her. "Welcome home, baby." He whispered, tucking sweaty strands of hair behind her ear.

"Welcome home." Olivia returned in a satisfied purr. "I fucking love you, Stabler. I hope you know that."

Elliot grinned with a nod. "Love you too, Benson, so much."

Please review! Let me know what you think. I may add more chapters to indulge in more of these domestic moments.