A/N: While it wasn't my original intention, this chapter definitely lives up to M rating of this story - basically put - there be smut ahead. Have to give EO what they want, after all.
Disclaimer: SVU and all of its characters were created by and are the property of Dick Wolf. I make no profit with this story, which is my own original work.
Dinner had been beyond anything that Olivia had expected. A true four-star experience, and she had never felt so special. It wasn't that she'd never enjoyed fine dining before, but to have someone go out of their way to design a menu with her in mind, that was new. Typically, she wasn't the sort of person who liked it when others made decisions on her behalf, but with Elliot, there was nothing but trust.
Now, pleasantly full but not feeling overstuffed, Olivia looked across the table at her companion. Conversation had been pleasant throughout the meal, discussion revolving around plans for the following day, and even the future. Neither knew what their respective schedules had in store for them, but they had made a promise to one another to try and carve out a minimum of one day a week to meet – even if it were for a quick lunch before the insanity of the job got in the way. Both understood they each had families of their own that needed to be a priority, but they also wanted to bring those groups together more often, too.
The candles on the table were still burning brightly, and whatever playlist Elliot had selected on his phone had shifted to something new. Instead of the more ambient music that had been playing previously, now the sound that filtered through the speaker seemed more appropriate for slow dancing to. But Olivia dismissed that thought as quickly as it had entered her mind. Certainly Elliot wouldn't be planning for that. Then, she watched with something akin to awe as her partner wiped his face with his napkin and lay it gently on the table, then got to his feet. Walking around to where she was sitting, he extended his hand.
"Olivia Benson, may I have this dance?"
After taking a few precious seconds to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming, Olivia placed her fingers delicately in his. In mere moments she was safe within the circle of Elliot's arms as they swayed gently to the music, his lips by her temple. She couldn't remember the last time someone had held her like this, and she never wanted him to let go.
How long they had spent dancing, Olivia didn't know for certain. She had lost track of the amount of times the songs had switched from one to another what seemed like ages ago. Now, as Elliot gently spun her out from his body before pulling her close again, she reveled in the feeling of freedom that she had been granted. The last time they had danced had been the night of Fin's not-wedding. Olivia didn't want her mind to travel down the more dangerous path of how that evening had ended, so she instead chose to focus on the man she was with instead.
Although he was reluctant to let go of Olivia for any reason, Elliot wanted to be certain that he had provided her with the full dining experience. That included dessert. So, when the next song ended, he led the lovely woman on his arm back to the table so they could sit.
"Were you wanting to indulge your sweet tooth a little, Liv? Or are you too full from having eaten? I thought maybe we could also enjoy an after dinner coffee, too."
"That sounds lovely."
There was some minor debate as to whether or not it was too late in the evening for caffeine, but they mutually agreed that neither had any plans to go to to bed any time soon, so drinking regular coffee wouldn't have any adverse effect on either of them. However, the idea of an espresso or cappuccino to accompany their dessert was determined to not be a good idea, the pair opting instead for the traditional house blend.
"I feel like I owe you some sort of balance of power, Liv. Especially since I made all the decisions on your behalf concerning dinner tonight. I know that's something you're not typically comfortable with. So, I'd like to leave the choice when it comes to dessert entirely up to you."
Touched, Olivia reached across the table to lay her hand on Elliot's.
"You're right, El, I normally don't like it when people order for me. But you're not just anyone. You've known me for so long, and I thought you chose perfectly. As for having something sweet, I'd love to make the decision, but I don't want to do it alone."
Stretching ever so slightly so he could grab the menu where it lay just a few feet away on the room service cart, Elliot passed the laminated folder to his partner. He then listened as she began talking out loud – uncertain if she were truly speaking to him, or merely to herself.
"We've already indulged in cheesecake this week, so I'm not sure I want to do that again, as delicious as it may have been. Same goes for the mini cannoli we shared earlier today. I'm just not sure what I'm in the mood for."
Smiling, Elliot was willing to bet his next paycheck that despite that comment, Olivia had already narrowed her selections down.
"What are you sure of, Liv?"
"Just trying to decide if I'm in the mood for something with chocolate, or if that would be too rich after everything else we've already eaten. I was thinking maybe the crème brulee."
Taking the menu back, Elliot nodded his agreement. He excused himself only for as long as needed to place the order with room service, then returned. That was when Olivia had suggested they move their little party of two to the sofa, to enjoy their dessert in more casual surroundings.
"I like the way you think."
Much to Olivia's surprise, the crème brulee had arrived with an assortment of fresh berries. The natural sugars of the fruit enhanced the delicate sweetness of the dessert and made the experience of eating it even more enjoyable. It had been the perfect choice in more ways than one. In addition to being the ideal serving size – neither too much nor too little, the creamy confection was silky smooth in texture, and paired perfectly with the coffee. Olivia couldn't have imagined a better ending to the meal.
That after dinner sweet wasn't the only thing to have arrived from room service, however. Elliot had also taken the opportunity to order the champagne now, left to chill in a bucket of ice until they would use it to toast the New Year when the clock struck twelve. Not wanting to indulge in too much alcohol, he had requested only a half bottle, which would provide just enough for about a glass apiece – the perfect amount to celebrate with.
After they had finished their dessert, Elliot and Olivia were sitting contentedly side by side on the sofa for several minutes. As he studied the woman by his side, Elliot could see genuine happiness in her eyes, and felt warmth in his heart knowing that he was the one responsible for it at last. Unable to resist, he leaned forward and touched his mouth to hers. The kiss grew increasingly more heated, a soft moan escaping from Olivia's throat as her lips parted, yielding to the subtle strokes of Elliot's tongue. She clutched at his shoulders, holding him as close as possible, and when they finally separated in order to draw in air, she whispered the words that had been on her mind ever since waking that morning.
"Take me to bed, Elliot. Make love to me."
At first, Elliot wasn't sure he had heard correctly, or if he was merely in the middle of a waking dream. But one look at Olivia's face had him convinced that the request she had spoken was real. Even though it had just been voiced, he wanted to be certain of consent, never wanting to take anything for granted.
"Are you sure, Liv? We've been through a lot this week, and I don't want you to do something you're not ready for."
"I'm sure. I know I was hesitant before, but after talking everything out with you, I'm free now, and I can commit without any hesitations. We've already waited twenty five years to be together, I don't want to wait any longer."
Standing, Elliot helped Olivia to her feet, then led her by the hand in the direction of the bedroom area of their suite. The candles from dinner had already been extinguished, so there were no pressing concerns in the main room that he had to worry about. He had even remembered to put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door after the most recent visit from room service – not because he had been expecting this to happen, but merely because he had wanted to enjoy the rest of the night with Olivia without interruptions.
Letting go of his partner's hand only long enough to turn on one of the bedside lamps – providing just enough light to see each other with, but not be excessive – Elliot returned to Olivia's side and gathered her in his arms. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask again if she were sure, but the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Pressing his mouth to hers, he kissed her until they were both breathless and all too aware they were wearing entirely too much clothing for either of their liking.
Before Elliot could reach for the zipper at the back of Olivia's dress, her hands were at his throat, deftly unraveling the knot of his tie. Then with nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms until it hit the carpet in a whisper of cloth. Running her palms over Elliot's broad, bare, chest, Olivia took her time exploring. She cataloged every familiar scar she remembered from their past together, as well as the newer ones she didn't recognize. Touching her lips to the spot just above Elliot's heart, Olivia inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her partner that had grounded her for so many years, and reveling in the fact that she would soon get to know him on another level completely.
Threading his fingers through the thick chestnut locks of Olivia's hair, Elliot tugged gently to raise her head, only so he could kiss her once more. Their tongues danced lazily for endless minutes, robbing them both of breath. When they came up for air he kept his hands wrapped loosely around the nape of her neck, gradually lowering until he found the zipper of her dress.
"May I?"
"Please."
Not wanting to give the impression that he was ogling – and sensitive to the fact that Olivia may be apprehensive about him viewing her scars for the first time, Elliot stepped to stand behind her. Clasping the zipper with his fingertips, he lowered it slowly, exposing more of his partner's glorious skin inch by agonizing inch. Leaning forward to press his lips to the point where the base of Olivia's neck met her spine, he kissed her softly, reveling when her head turned to loll against his shoulder.
The mood in the room was unhurried, even though it was apparent both were eager to break down the last barriers between them and unite as one. But for all the intensity, they remained patient. They had waited more than two decades for this moment, and neither wanted it to be lost to the heat of passion, only to be over in mere minutes.
Smoothing his hands over Olivia's shoulders in a gentle caress, he lowered the sleeves of her dress until they slid down. Delicately removing her arms from the fabric, Olivia allowed it to fall the rest of the way down her body to pool at her feet. She was left clad in only a bra and panty set that matched the color of Elliot's eyes perfectly. It was why she had chosen it in the first place. Pivoting on her heel, she turned to face her partner – and the man who was about to become so much more.
Olivia stood before Elliot, blushing prettily under his appraisal of her body – the love in his eyes was evident without a need for him to speak the words, though she longed to hear them just the same. She was about to speak them herself, when from out of nowhere an intrusive and unwelcome thought latched onto her brain with a ferocity she hadn't been expecting. Closing her eyes for a fraction of a second to recover her breath, Olivia shoved the memory away, refusing to let it ruin this moment. When she looked into Elliot's blue irises once more, however, she knew that he'd registered her momentary pause. Not only that, but Olivia recognized that her parter was a heartbeat away from calling a halt to what was happening between them and reaching for the blanket on the bed to cover her, even at the expense of his own modesty. That was the last thing she wanted to happen.
"Liv? Is this too much for you? We don't have to-"
Silencing Elliot with a brief kiss, Olivia pulled back and took both of his hands in hers. More than anything, she wanted to communicate to this man how certain she was about what it meant to her to be with him in this way.
"No. I want this, El, I do. I just got lost in my own head for a minute there, but I'm here now, with you. There's no place I'd rather be."
Elliot ran his thumb over Olivia's knuckles, and knew she had spoken the truth. Before he could respond to her additional comment, however, something else in her expression changed – this time from one of distress to one of wonder.
"The way you look at me."
"I look at you the way a man views the woman he loves. Someone who he cherishes more than anything else."
At the declaration, Olivia felt tears prick at her eyes, and she leaned in for another kiss. Things got more heated from there, and without breaking contact, their hands worked between their bodies to divest one another of their remaining articles of clothing. When they were naked, and could finally indulge in the sensation of skin against skin, a simultaneous moan escaped from both their mouths. It was only when they parted that Elliot scooped Olivia up and crossed the few extra steps to the bed, laying the treasure in his arms as though she were in fact the precious jewel he envisioned her to be. In the same fluid motion, Elliot followed Olivia down onto the mattress, and began kissing her once more.
Olivia reveled in Elliot's kiss, in the feel of his hands on her body. In the years since her form had been forever changed, no one had ever treated her the way Elliot was treating her now. Granted, none of her previous lovers – with the exception of one, who was not worthy of a second thought – had ever made her feel less attractive. They had simply pretended they hadn't seen the scars that marred her her skin. Elliot, on the other hand, worshipped the entirety of her being. He didn't focus all of his attention on the blemishes that littered her torso, but incorporated his devotion to all of her – scars included. With the tenderest of touches and the softest kisses, he was devoting so much of himself in an attempt to erase the last of the hurtful memories so that only good ones remained in their place. That was what Olivia loved about her partner. He had always seen all of her – the good and the bad – and never once judged her for it. Just as she had for him.
Elliot's lips closed around a particularly sensitive spot on the side of her throat, and Olivia arched up slightly, a muffled mewling sound escaping from somewhere deep within. As much as she was enjoying the dedicated attention, she was growing impatient with being a passive participant in their foreplay, and placing both hands on Elliot's shoulders, she gave a gentle shove, rolling them over until she could gain the upper hand. The bold move took her partner completely by surprise, and finally allowed her the opportunity to show Elliot the same love he had been affording her.
While having had the opportunity to view Elliot shirtless on countless occasions throughout the years they'd known one another – even since his return – Olivia had never before been granted the permission to touch. A flash of memory surfaced as she remembered that particular fact wasn't entirely true, but she could hardly consider the one occurrence they had been intimately pressed against one another all that time ago while having guns pointed in their direction as a sensual encounter – even if they had been only partially clothed.
Determined to keep her mind focused on the here and now, Olivia ran her hands over Elliot's chest for the second time since they had entered the bedroom. It was no secret that he was in the best shape of his life, and even when things between them had been strained, she had always appreciated the view. It didn't seem fair that he had only gotten better with age, while her own insecurities seemed to find new flaws each and every time she looked in the mirror. Unaware that she had voiced that last thought out loud, Olivia was surprised when she got a response.
"I don't want to hear you say that. You've always been beautiful to me, Olivia. Even more so now. If you only knew how often I dreamed about your curves, you'd probably have to arrest me."
"That may be so, but I'd probably have to handcuff us together, because I'd be arresting myself right along with you. My thoughts about you weren't always pure over the years, either."
Silencing Elliot with a kiss, Olivia put an end to their conversation – however touching – when she wrapped her delicate fingers around his impressive length and began to stroke. She contemplated adding her mouth to the mix, but for the first time in a long time, recent discussions had renewed parts of her past she'd rather not remember, and she hesitated, if only briefly. That subtle pause was the only tell that her partner needed, and yet again, Elliot was there to save her with reassurances.
"Liv, no. Don't push yourself on my account. You don't owe me anything."
A brief flicker of anguish flitted over Olivia's features, her conflict apparent. Her next words were a whisper.
"But I want to."
"We have all the time in the world. Just know that I won't ever expect that from you, and it certainly doesn't have to be tonight."
It was then that Elliot moved again, and from Olivia's prior position straddling his thighs, when he sat upright she ended up more in his lap. In one fluid motion, he moved them both backward until he was reclining against the headboard, tugging gently until Olivia was nestled in his arms. The return of skin-on-skin contact seemed to have an almost instantaneous calming effect on the brunette, her busy mind settling the moment her heart began to beat in sync with her partner's. Allowing that steady rhythm to ground her, Olivia was content, until desire began to take hold once again and before long another more evident throb became more prominent between her thighs.
"Elliot, I need you."
In Elliot's mind, Olivia had voiced the exact same sentiments that he was feeling. He merely hadn't wanted to proceed any sooner because of how turbulent her emotions had been. There was still a part of him that was concerned that continuing this physical encounter would be too much, too soon. But there was something in the confident inflection of Olivia's tone that strengthened his resolve, and gave Elliot the reassurance that he needed that what she was asking for – what she was consenting to – came from nothing other than a place of love.
Initiating another kiss, Elliot delicately molded his palms around Olivia's breasts, lightly massaging her nipples into a response with the pads of his thumbs. When she arched gracefully into his touch, he replaced one hand with his mouth, teasing the sensitive bud with both his tongue and his teeth. The moan of appreciation he received in reply to this most recent action fueled his own flames of desire, and Elliot soon found himself craving more than just a taste of Olivia's skin. He wanted it all.
In a particularly skilled movement that showcased his impressive strength – Elliot maneuvered them until Olivia was once again on her back reclining against the pillows and he lay alongside her. He had resisted covering her form completely, in part because of his concern that his bulk might prove to be triggering, and also so that he could continue toward his ultimate destination.
Slowly working his way down Olivia's body, Elliot didn't stop until he reached the spot at the apex of her thighs. He would have to call himself a liar if he were to admit he had never envisioned over the years what kind of woman Olivia was in this particular aspect of personal grooming. In some of his fantasies, she was bare and smooth, in others more natural. What he found instead was a contrast he had never once considered. The neatly trimmed triangle suited his partner perfectly, but that wasn't the part of her body that had captivated Elliot's attention. It was the heady scent that belonged uniquely to her and no one else, the soft skin that he wanted to both touch and taste.
Raising his gaze to meet Olivia's, Elliot received an answering nod before he could even ask the words that had been on the tip of his tongue. With two thick fingers, he parted her damp folds while at the same time closing his lips around the swollen nub just above them. Using his other hand, he rested it against Olivia's hip to gently anchor her in place against his ministrations as he made love to her with hands and mouth.
As he continued to pleasure her, the more vocal Olivia became. Elliot was certain if he still had hair, she'd be tugging on it right now, but instead Olivia's hands were merely loosely clawing for purchase on against his bald head. Undeterred, he fixated on his mission, not planning on stopping until he'd coaxed at least one orgasm from her body.
While Olivia's moans and blissful utterances had increased in volume, they had decreased in coherency. Her inability to speak only reinforced Elliot's belief that he was doing something right. Adding another finger, he began to stroke along her upper wall, finding that perfect spot that he knew would bring his partner over the edge. Closing his lips around her clit and giving the most delicate scrape of his teeth, he felt a surge of pride as the woman he loved shattered in his arms, coming completely undone.
Crawling back up to lay beside her, the pair kissed languidly, although they had to pause repeatedly so Olivia could catch her breath. As their tongues danced intimately together, the experience heightened for her even more the moment she could taste herself on Elliot. Pulling back from the kiss, Elliot looked lovingly into Olivia's eyes, which were so dark from desire he could barely see their signature brown color. Her face was flushed prettily, and a fine sheen of perspiration coated her skin as a result of the orgasm he had drawn from her body. But the way she was biting her lip and looking back at him told Elliot that she wasn't completely satiated. She wanted more – and so did he. But he would have gladly called a halt to things then and there if Olivia had asked, denying his own release for the sake of her well being. However, the next words he heard were a plea, a confirmation that only meant consent.
"Elliot, please."
Elliot was still worried he would hurt her. Olivia's reaction to his proximity as well as her release had left her wet, but still not to the point that he felt he could enter her without causing her pain. Sensitive to her comfort, Elliot was about to inquire if there were anything else he could do – perhaps not the most romantic way to enhance the moment, but a necessity given the fact that neither of them were as youthful as they once were. Before he could say a word, however, it appeared that Olivia had read his mind, and was directing his attention elsewhere.
"Bedside table."
Reaching over to the drawer she had indicated, Elliot found a brand new box of personal lubricant – one that was apparently specifically made for couples. There was a bottle intended for Olivia and also for him, and Elliot felt himself become even harder as he hastily scanned the instructions to figure out which was which. Ever the gentleman, Elliot catered to Olivia's needs first, ensuring that she was wet enough to accept his cock. Then with the final shreds of rational thought rapidly escaping, he hurriedly applied his own. Covering Olivia in a way that Elliot hoped would make her feel sheltered and not trapped, Elliot threaded their fingers together, sealing their mouths together in a kiss even as he entered her for the first time.
For Olivia and Elliot both, the moment they become one transcended all else. The unique innate connection they had always shared had merely shifted to a higher plane of existence. Just as communication between them had been inherent and unspoken while on the job as partners and in their personal lives as friends, they found that as lovers, words were equally unnecessary. All that aside, the sound of one another voices only served to enhance the experience and bring both of them higher.
"You feel so good, Liv."
"So do you."
They were moving together now, a true testament to their partnership- neither one ceding control to the other, but rather working in tandem to bring the other the most pleasure possible. As much as she had hated to break the connection where their hands were linked, Olivia had needed to push her palms away from Elliot's to clutch at his back, using what little remained of her coherent thought to remind herself not to claw – although when Elliot felt the slight scratch of her fingernails on his skin, he knew wouldn't have complained if she had.
Having regained use of his upper extremities, Elliot lowered his hand to the place where their bodies were connected. Teasing Olivia's clit with his fingers even as he increased the speed of his thrusts, he was determined to have her fall first – even if it technically would be the second time. Raising her head to allow herself the ability to whisper in Elliot's ear – the words themselves to sacred for speaking out loud, Olivia uttered what would ultimately be both of their undoing.
"Together, El."
With a sharp cry, and each with the other's names on their lips, they crashed into the abyss as one. Olivia reveled in the feeling of Elliot pulsing inside of her, and she held him close to keep him from moving away too quickly. She wanted – needed – to experience his weight blanketing her in the aftermath of their shared release, to feel their heartbeats beating flush against one another. They lay that way, still intimately connected, neither saying a word. The only sound in the room was their breathing as it gradually returned to normal, along with contented sighs. Eventually Elliot did shift his weight to the side, but didn't withdraw, his softening length still nestled snugly inside his partner. Moving enough only so he could reach down and pull the blanket up to cover their cooling bodies, Elliot joined Olivia as she dozed lightly in the afterglow, peaceful and content. It was the happiest either of them could remember being in as long as they could remember. Elliot's last conscious thought was to not sleep for too long, wanting to be awake and alert to celebrate the New Year with the woman who was now his everything.
A little over an hour later, Elliot woke from his slumber, disoriented for only a few seconds until he realized that both he and Olivia were nestled together naked. That was when the memories of what they had shared came flooding back. Looking at the sleeping beauty in his arms, Elliot used one hand to brush the hair away from Olivia's face. At his touch, the brunette stirred slightly, opening sleepy eyes to look at him before rewarding him with a smile that took his breath away. Needing to say something to her, but not wanting to ruin the moment, Elliot opted to keep the mood light.
"Hey, partner."
Olivia's grin broadened as she recognized the greeting, and it wasn't long before she was responding in kind. What had once been a casual exchange between them now holding so much more meaning.
"Howdy."
After they shared a slow, leisurely kiss, Elliot decided to steer the conversation into more delicate waters.
"Are you all right?"
"Never been better. I mean it, El. I know I had some moments where I was struggling, but none of that had to do with you. Thank you for being patient with me."
Holding her close, Elliot wanted to make sure he was heard.
"You never have to thank me for that. I just didn't want you to push yourself too much. I'll never regret this, but I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if you would have put so much pressure on yourself that being with me caused you stress."
Resting her palm against the side of his face, Olivia allowed her eyes to flick back and forth between Elliot's own before giving her answer.
She wanted to be certain she had his full attention.
"I love you for saying that. But believe me when I tell you that this was absolutely what I wanted. I have no regrets either. All of the self doubt I experienced was caused entirely by my own baggage, and no fault of yours."
"It wasn't your fault either, Liv. Please tell me you know that."
Olivia's lips touched his yet again in a gentle caress, and then she tucked her head under his chin. In lieu of an audible response, he felt when she nodded against him, an affirmation that she had not only heard what he had said, but agreed with him. It was eventually followed by a soft spoken plea.
"I may need you to remind me of that from time to time."
"Always happy to help."
Stretching back a little, but still not willing to move from the circle of Elliot's arms, Olivia inquired about the time. It took some maneuvering, but eventually Elliot was able to reach his watch on the bedside table and see that it was just after ten thirty. With a little less than ninety minutes to go until midnight, there was plenty of time to enjoy one another. While his body might not be cooperating just yet in terms of going for another round of lovemaking, Elliot wasn't ruling it out entirely. The night was far from over. Instead, he decided to ask Olivia for something that she herself had referenced on several occasions throughout the week – and had been a fantasy of his ever since that fateful late night phone call not so long ago.
"So, Olivia Benson, could I possibly persuade you to join me for a bubble bath. I believe I'm finally appropriately dressed – or in this case, not dressed – for the occasion."
"I think that could be arranged."
That was when Elliot asked if Olivia would prefer to wait in bed until he had the bath ready, or join him and keep him company. He was also considering the idea of offering to go and get one of the plush robes that were hanging in the bathroom, but decided to wait and see what Olivia's reaction was. He wasn't concerned about his own modesty, but rather what she would prefer. Whatever she decided, he would follow her lead. When Olivia stretched a few seconds later, swinging her long legs over the edge of the mattress as she rose to a sitting position, Elliot knew he had nothing to worry about. Just as he was, Olivia was completely at ease with her nudity, and she padded to the other room with only a backward glance, asking if he was coming along. Snapping his attention back to the present, Elliot hurried to follow.
He found Olivia in the bathroom, having already started the taps to fill the jacuzzi tub. She had also taken initiative to light the candles that still remained on the ledge from her previous bath earlier in the day. Continuing to take his cues from his partner, Elliot extinguished the harsh overhead lighting and retreated only long enough to retrieve his phone so they could have music accompany their soak. When he returned, he noticed that Olivia appeared to be waiting for him to step into the oversized basin first – a wise decision on her part considering his height. Once he was standing in the water, he offered his hand to help her in as well. Not long after they were situated, Elliot reclining against the back of the tub, and Olivia's back resting against his chest.
They lay in the bath together for quite some time, neither feeling a need to speak. Rather, they were each reveling in the intimacy of not only what they had shared, but what was continuing to evolve between them. At one point Elliot felt Olivia shift, and knew she was getting restless – not with him, but anticipation for the countdown that would be happening shortly. After obtaining permission, not wanting to take anything for granted, even while he was lying naked in a tub with the woman, Elliot began to gently wash her. A part of him would have liked to shampoo her hair as well, but hoped that opportunity might still be available if they were to share a shower the following morning.
When they did decide to pull the plug and allow the sea of bubbles to drain, Elliot repeated the same things as before, only in reverse. He made sure he stood first, then offered Olivia assistance. Not that he for once believed she was incapable of doing any of these things for herself, but he was still craving that deeper connection.
Once they had toweled off, it was a mutual unspoken decision between them to not bother dressing again. Instead, they opted for the robes the hotel had provided to conceal their forms – for warmth moreso than for the sake of modesty. Hand in hand, they returned to the sitting area of the suite and curled up on the sofa, where Elliot turned on the television and tuned in to the New Year's Eve festivities happening only a few blocks away.
About ten minutes before the countdown was set to begin, Elliot moved from his spot by Olivia's side, only so he could uncork the still perfectly chilled champagne and pour them each a glass. The half bottle he had purchased was exactly the right amount, providing just enough to get a taste of the sweet, sparkling beverage. He was getting ready to bring both of the flutes over to Olivia where she was sitting on the sofa, only to find that she had joined him. Accepting her drink in one hand, she clasped onto his fingers with her other, and tugged him across the room to the large bay window so they could look down onto the city streets.
"I don't know about you, El. But I for one am so glad we're up here, and not down there."
"I couldn't agree with you more. Thanks to you, I never had to worry much about working holidays when we were partners at SVU, but back in my days on patrol, I despised New Year's Eve most of all. I get that people want to celebrate, but the drinking to excess was something I never quite understood."
Olivia hummed a response that was neither an agreement or a contradiction. She wasn't disputing what Elliot had said, it was just a matter of her mind traveling to another holiday of sorts where similar behavior was often witnessed.
"So, what do you think is worse? Working New Year's Eve, or Saint Patrick's Day?"
"I have to choose?"
Laughing, Olivia rested her head on Elliot's shoulder, then turned ever so slightly to graze her lips against the side of his throat.
"Fair point. They both suck equally."
"Damn right they do."
A raucous shout could be heard, both from the television itself and echoing up from several stories below. Glancing at the flat screen across the room, Elliot noticed that the countdown had begun. Wrapping an arm around Olivia's shoulders, he held her close while they kept their eyes glued to the crystal and LED ball perched high above Times Square. As it began what seemed like an agonizing slow but purposeful descent, the two partners began counting aloud while in the safety of their private oasis.
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The celebratory declaration was spoken in unison, and punctuated by a kiss that put all others they had shared before that point to shame. It was a great struggle for Olivia and Elliot both to keep hold of their respective glasses of champagne and not drop them on the expensive carpet. When they ultimately separated, they clinked their flutes together in an impromptu toast. Neither felt the need to add any sentiments, especially when so many promises had already been made throughout the week. Savoring every last drop of the sparkling wine, Elliot took the empty glasses and placed them on the table, then returned to clasp both of Olivia's hands in his own.
"At the risk of sounding anti-climactic - not to mention old - just how tired are you? I'm not trying to put a rush on anything, as we do have that late checkout tomorrow, but there is also that round trip drive to and from Woodstock when we get Noah."
"I don't think I'm ready for bed just yet, but I wouldn't say no to snuggling under the covers and relaxing. Maybe watch an episode or so of that show we've been streaming all week? Then perhaps wake up a little earlier than needed tomorrow for a little extra fun before we need to leave?"
Not having expected Olivia's request to take the turn it had, but definitely having no objections, Elliot could only nod mutely.
"Then let's head into the bedroom, Detective. If you play your cards right, you might even get me in that big, spacious shower before we leave, too."
Side by side, they entered the sleeping quarters of the suite. After discarding their robes, they put on minimal amounts of clothing – a pair of boxers for Elliot and some panties and one of her partner's tee shirts for Olivia. Both would have preferred to sleep naked, but wanted some form of cover should the unexpected occur, or an unsuspecting maid walk in on them the next morning.
Before starting the program, Elliot stroked Olivia's hair, an unspoken way of getting her attention. There was something he wanted to ask – and while it wasn't imperative that he question her now, he didn't trust his brain to remember if he were met with other distractions.
"Please don't think I'm trying to rush things, because I'm definitely not. I'm just wanting your opinion for tomorrow, even though we briefly discussed it once already. What was your plan for breakfast in the morning?"
"I was just thinking eating light, unless of course you needed something more substantial. Maybe grab a coffee and bagel on our way. Then we can take Noah for dinner either on the return trip, or pick something up once we get back to the city."
That sounded good to Elliot. But what he was really dreading was sleeping alone the following night. He knew it had to happen eventually – he and Olivia needed to go back to work, it was who they were. That didn't mean he wouldn't miss her.
"I had thought of something else, too, El. Obviously I'll want to make sure Noah doesn't have any objections, but I don't think he will. What would you say to staying at my place tomorrow?"
In lieu of a verbal response, Elliot pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply.
"I'm guessing that's your way of saying yes, although even if that was a no, I don't think I'd complain."
"Of course it's a yes. I was just lying here trying to calm myself down about having to sleep alone. Even if it's only one more night for now until we can figure out a routine for ourselves, I'm going to take all the time I can get with you, Olivia Benson.
Olivia was the first to stir the following morning, something a bit unusual for the way the patters of waking had occurred throughout the week. Feeling only slightly disoriented, it registered to her brain that she and Elliot had been sleeping in a different bed, having opted for the clean sheets following the previous night's activities. Likewise, the memory of what she and Elliot had done called her attention to the slight ache between her thighs – not what she would call discomfort, but more so a reminder of what they had shared. The sensation was also combined with a renewed desire, especially considering the fact that Elliot's bare, muscular chest was in plain view and she could feel the evidence of his morning arousal against her thigh.
Hating to disturb Elliot's sleep, knowing he needed rest as much as she did – but able to discern from his breathing that he was close to waking anyway, Olivia decided to help him along in his fight to consciousness. Subtly rubbing her thigh leg against his hardened length, she teased him awake, loving the way the realization dawned on his face the moment his eyes opened and he was all to aware that he hadn't been dreaming.
"Well, good morning to you too, Captain."
"Indeed it is. I do believe I promised you a bit of fun if we woke up in time. That is, if you think you're up for it?"
"I believe you already know the answer to that."
"Detective! I'm shocked!"
Laughing in unison, Elliot wrapped his arms around Olivia and attempted to pull her underneath him. What he hadn't been expecting was for her more dominant side to show itself and for her to take the upper hand. Using all of her strength, she rolled their bodies until she was straddling his hips, his hands having fallen to clutch gently at her waist.
"Not so fast. Don't get me wrong, I loved everything that happened between us last night, but I'm in charge this time."
A whole lot shocked by the power play – and even more turned on, Elliot struggled to think of a response to the bold statement. Ultimately, he chose something that could potentially earn him Olivia's wrath, but to him was well worth the risk.
"Yes, Ma'am."
As expected, Olivia arched one eyebrow as she eyed him, and Elliot felt himself grow impossibly harder under her scrutinizing glare. What he hadn't been expecting was the slight tug at his nipples – an action that was equal parts pleasurable and painful.
"Want to try that again?"
"I mean, anything you say, Captain."
"That's better."
Pushing Elliot hands until his palms were laying upright against the pillow by the sides of his face, Olivia gave what would be her first instruction.
"Keep them there, and maybe if you're good, you'll get to touch me."
"Please."
Working quickly and efficiently, Olivia undressed both of them. Reaching for the bedside table she grabbed the twin bottles of lube they had used the night before. While she still cursed the part of her brain that was holding her back from what she truly wanted to do, she wasn't about to be dissuaded from giving Elliot pleasure. Pouring an adequate amount of lube in her palm, she wrapped her hand around him and began a steady rhythm of strokes that soon had Elliot mumbling incoherently. At the same time, she teased herself with her free fingers, knowing instinctively that it would have the additional effect of teasing her partner even more – as well as getting her body ready to take him yet again. The flames were being fanned between them and growing hotter by the minute. For all of slow seduction the night before, the morning's lovemaking was met with an intensity and need for one another that Olivia had always imagined would accompany their first union.
"Liv, I need you. May I touch you?"
"Yes."
Elliot felt rather than saw the moment Olivia pressed the bottle of lubricant intended for her into his palm. In moments, he had replaced her fingers with his, and was preparing her body while simultaneously teasing her clit with his thumb. It had taken only a shared glance for him them to remove their hands and for Olivia to line his tip against her interest before sinking down on him in one swift movement, eliciting groans from them both.
Entranced, Elliot watched as Olivia's breasts bounced as she rode him, keeping his hands anchored to her hips to help guide her in her movements. When she started to falter slightly, he didn't reverse their position, but rather used all of his strength to sit up and move them back against the headboard, providing Olivia with more leverage. Their lips met in a feverish kiss, and he moved one hand to the place where their bodies were joined, seeking out the swollen nub that he knew would bring Olivia over the edge. Thumbing once, twice, then a third time had them both shattering in each other's arms, Olivia sinking her teeth into the flesh of Elliot's shoulder as she came, and him emptying himself inside of her.
After what seemed like endless minutes, the two lovers came back down from the stratosphere and shared a knowing and sated grin. Elliot made the first comment.
"That's one way to wake up and start the day right."
Olivia couldn't help but agree.
"A very good morning, indeed."
They lounged together long enough for their heartbeats and breathing to return to normal before ultimately deciding they could put off the inevitable no longer. It would soon be time to leave what had been their sanctuary for the week, but neither of them were sad. If anything, each were filled with hope for the future.
"I also believe I promised you a shared shower, Detective."
"I like that idea, plus it seems like the responsible thing to do, saving water and all that. It shows respect for the environment."
Olivia rolled her eyes, and tried to swing herself off of Elliot's lap, but admittedly needed a little help in that department as her muscles didn't exactly want to cooperate.
Their shared shower was everything Olivia had dreamed it would be, and then some. Elliot had showed her every tenderness in the world, not only washing her as delicately as he had the night before, but even shampooing her hair for her. The luxurious scalp massage had her contemplating the idea of firing her hairdresser altogether and only having her partner be in charge of her hair care from that moment forward.
Once they had finished dressing, they lingered as long as they possibly could before they could delay no more. Liv looked longingly around the suite that had given her the opportunity to unburden herself of so much, and at the same time had brought her closer to the happiness she had been chasing for so long. Ever aware of her emotions, and always able to read her thoughts, Elliot offered a reassurance.
"I promise you, Liv. This isn't the end for us. It's only the beginning. It's not our last trip we'll enjoy together, but the first of many."
"I believe you."
They shared one last kiss before Elliot shouldered their bags, refusing to let Olivia carry anything else but her purse. Checkout was a smooth process, and he didn't even blink as he signed the bill with all the additional charges from their room service and restaurant meals. In Elliot's mind, every penny spent had been well worth the expense, and he'd do it all over again if it meant Olivia would be as happy as he had seen her last night and today.
After walking Olivia to her SUV, the partners agreed that they would head first to Olivia's apartment, since it was the closest. Elliot could then leave his car there. The next stop was a bit out of the way, but just as necessary as the rest. Elliot had wanted to stop at his own home briefly, to check in on Bernie and make sure Kathleen was okay with staying for an additional night. Once all that was taken care of, and following a stop for some bagels and coffee, they were on the expressway headed to Woodstock.
The two hour drive was anything but quiet, Olivia filled with the excitement of being reunited with her son, and also the joy of everything the past week had brought her. Yet again, she was beyond grateful for Elliot's company, and reveled in the feeling of their joined hands as her partner drove them upstate.
As expected, Noah was excited to see his mother again, and equally delighted that Elliot was there, too. It was obvious he had been having a fun week, but equally apparent he was ready to get home. Judging by her son's face, Olivia figured there would be one of two ways the return trip to Manhattan would fare – either Noah would crash out the second the car started up, or he would talk their ears off the whole way.
After exchanging farewells with the McCann family, and extending an invitation for Connor to come and visit Noah in the city sometime soon, the Benson family along with Elliot Stabler were on their way back. As expected, one of Noah's first questions revolved around food – in particular, a request for pizza at one his favorite places not far from their apartment. The only thing to determine was whether or not to dine in or get it delivered, but that would have to be a decision saved for later, because just as Olivia had predicted, her son had fallen asleep.
Olivia and Elliot spent the time conversing quietly, and the miles passed quickly. As they got off for the Manhattan exit, Olivia decided to wake Noah. She wanted his opinion on what he preferred for dinner, and also needed to ask him a question.
"Hey, Noah. Would it be okay with you if Elliot were to join us for dinner?"
"Yeah! That would be awesome!"
Out of the corner of her eye, Olivia caught sight of the relieved smile on her partner's face, and was reminded of all the times she had wanted the approval of his kids during their partnership. Even though nothing romantic had been happening between them back then, she still hadn't wanted the Stabler kids to resent her. She imagined it was much the same for Elliot and Noah now.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes, sweet boy?"
"Is Elliot your boyfriend?"
Olivia had just been about to take a sip of water, and almost choked. It wasn't that she was embarrassed, she just hadn't been expecting the question. Then again, she shouldn't be surprised, her son always had been observant.
"Well, I think we're a bit old for those kind of labels, but if you are asking if Elliot and I are in a relationship, then yes, we are. How do you feel about that."
"I think it's cool. I can tell he makes you happy."
"Thank you, Noah."
A few minutes passed, before Noah had something else to say, a comment that resulted in it being Elliot's turn for the deer-in-the-headlights look.
"Just if he stays overnight sometimes, please let me know. I want to make sure I don't see or hear anything gross."
Noah was only ten, but Olivia had always been honest with her son when it came to questions about sex – age appropriate of course. So she supposed she shouldn't be too shocked by his reaction.
"I promise we will keep the PDA to a minimum around you, how does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me. Now how much further do we have to go? I'm hungry."
Just like that, the crisis – such as it had been – was averted. Noah's attention was focused once more on food, and neither Olivia nor Elliot had to worry about making the preteen uncomfortable.
Hours later, after everyone had eaten their fill of pizza and breadsticks and Noah had gone to bed for the night, Olivia and Elliot were getting ready to settle in themselves.
Lying snuggled closer together under the covers in Olivia's bed, the partners were talking quietly. They had made plans to try and keep in touch as much as possible as they returned to their busy work schedules, and to even bring their families together more often. In a reflective mood, Olivia thought back on all they had shared this week- and she reached up with one hand to clasp the compass around her neck between her fingers. Kissing Elliot gently, and feeling his arms wrap around her instinctively, she spoke the words that had been on her mind since the night before.
"I've never felt like this before"
"Like what, Liv?"
"Worshiped"
"Well, get used to it, because I'm going to spend the rest of my life worshiping you and loving you."
"Isn't it a bit soon for that? For talking about forever."
"If I'm being honest, it's a bit late. I should have said it to you a long time ago. But I'm here, now, and I'm never leaving you again. That's my New Year's resolution, my promise to you. If you'll have me Olivia Benson, I'm going to give you forever."
With something even more important than a vow of love ringing in her ears, Olivia drifted off to sleep. Elliot followed not long after. The New Year's promise was one they both intended to keep.