Keep in mind that Olivia and Elliot were together for a month before this, and Noah is familiar with Elliot.
Liv woke up in the morning, her eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Last night's events came rushing back to her. She couldn't believe how well Elliot had taken the news of her pregnancy. She had expected him to be upset or angry, but he had been overjoyed.
Liv sat up in bed, her mind racing about baby names and nurseries. She couldn't help but feel a fluttery feeling in her stomach, both from the pregnancy and the excitement of being a mother. She looked over at the empty side of the bed, wondering where Elliot was.
Liv got out of bed, her hand resting on her still-flat stomach, and padded into the living room in search of Elliot. She couldn't hear him in the bathroom, so she assumed he was in the kitchen or living room.
As Liv entered the living room, she saw Elliot sitting on the couch, a mug of coffee in his hands. He had a smile on his face and looked lost in thought.
Liv padded over to the couch and sat beside Elliot, her gaze fixed on his face. She studied his expression, trying to gauge how he was feeling. "Good morning," she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Elliot looked over at Liv, his smile growing wider. Liv shrugged, leaning into his touch.
"Good morning," he replied, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "How did you sleep? How's my little peanut." Elliot says, placing a hand on her tummy, and pecking her lips.
"Okay, I guess. I didn't sleep that well, to be honest. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about the baby.
Elliot's expression softened, a look of concern crossing his face."Are you worried about the baby? Or about how we're going to handle everything?"
Liv sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "A little bit of both, I guess. It's a lot to think about, you know? We haven't even talked about whether we will move in together, but we haven't even been together that long, nor how we will take care of the baby. The list goes on. I raised Noah alone. You know, I'm not used to this." Says Olivia
Elliot's brow furrowed in concern as he heard Liv's words. He knew that this was a big adjustment for her, especially considering she'd already been a single mother once before.
He squeezed her hand gently, trying to provide some comfort. "I know this is a lot to take in, Liv, and I understand you're used to doing things independently. We can take it slow for the next few months. But you don't have to do this alone anymore. I'm here for whatever you need, and we'll figure it out together."
"Thank you for taking in everything going too fast." Says Olivia sighing.
Liv nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder again. She knew he was right, even if she was a bit disappointed. Elliot ran his fingers through her hair, his touch soothing her disappointment. "It won't be forever," he said softly. "We'll figure out our living arrangement in due time. For now, let's focus on caring for you and the baby."
Liv nodded, feeling a sense of comfort and security in Elliot's arms. They sat silently for a moment, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, an unexpected knock interrupted their moment. They both looked up, curious who could be at the door.
As they heard the knock at the door, Elliot glanced over at Liv, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Who could be visiting them so early in the morning? Liv shrugged, equally puzzled. Elliot got up and went to the door, opening it to reveal Alex standing there with Noah.
Alex stood on the doorstep, holding Noah's hand. The little boy looked up at Elliot with curious eyes.
"Hey, sorry for not calling ahead," Alex began. "I tried calling your phone multiple times, but you weren't answering. Is everything okay?"
Alex catches the wink from Elliot and notices Liv sitting on the couch. She raises an eyebrow knowingly.
Meanwhile, Elliot closes the door behind them with a sly smile. He can see the curiosity in Alex's eyes, and he knows she understands the subtext of his wink.
"Why don't I take Noah out for the day, and you girls spend the day together." Says Elliot
"Please, Mom, I would love to spend the day with Elliot!" Noah smiles
Elliot turns to Alex, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "I think that's a great idea," she says. "Alex and I could use some time alone to talk." Olivia says smiling
Elliot smiles, understanding the hint. "Alright, sounds good to me. Come on, Noah. Let's go for a fun-filled adventure."
As Elliot and Noah walk down the street toward their favorite breakfast spot, Elliot keeps glancing down at Noah, noticing how he glances at him with curious eyes. "Hey, buddy," Elliot says, breaking the silence. "You've been pretty quiet. Everything okay?"
Noah looks up at Elliot, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replies after a moment. "I just had a question."
Elliot raises an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What's your question, then?" he asks, stopping and touching Noah's shoulder.
Elliot waits patiently, watching as Noah gathers his thoughts. He knows that whatever the question is, it's probably something important to Noah.
Finally, Noah speaks up. "Are you and Mom together?" he asks, looking up at Elliot with curiosity and hope.
Elliot smiles, crouching down so he's at eye level with Noah. He knows how vital this conversation is for both Noah and Liv.
"Yeah, buddy, we are," he says after a moment. "Your mom and I have been talking a lot lately, and we realized that being together is what we both want, but we are taking it slow." Are you okay with me dating your mom?" Ask Elliot.
Noah looks up at Elliot, his expression serious. He takes a moment to consider the question, and Elliot can see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, Noah nods. "Yeah, I think I'm okay with it," he answers. "I just want my mom to be happy, you know? I've noticed that she's always smiling around you." Says Noah
Elliot smiles, relieved that Noah is taking the news so well. He places a hand on Noah's shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Thanks, buddy," he says. "That means a lot. And don't worry, I would never try to come between you and your mom. You'll always be her number one priority, okay?"
As they continue walking, Elliot can see a slight smile on Noah's face. It's clear that the little boy is processing the news, but he seems happy with the situation.
They reach the breakfast spot and take a seat at their usual booth. Noah quickly becomes distracted by the colorful menu, his fingers tracing the pictures of the breakfast food.
As they settle in, a waitress approaches their table to take their orders. Elliot orders his usual while Noah tries to decide between the pancakes and the French toast. Elliot grins, watching Noah's indecision. "Having trouble deciding, bud?" he teases.
"Ugh, I can't decide," Noah replies, biting his lip. "I like both the pancakes and the French toast."
Elliot laughs, reaching out to ruffle Noah's hair. "Just like your momma. Why not get both?"
Noah's eyes widened, and a grin spread across his face. "Can I do that?" he asks, hopeful.
Elliot chuckles, nodding. "Sure, you can order both. Live a little, buddy."
The waitress smiles as she takes their orders, clearly amused by the exchange between Elliot and Noah. Soon, their food arrives, and Noah attacks his plate of pancakes and French toast with gusto.
Elliot watches with a smile, taking a sip of his coffee. "You know, I have to ask, buddy," he says, "Do you have any questions about me being with your mom?"
Noah looks up from his plate, a syrup smear on his chin. He briefly thinks about the question, wiping the syrup away with a napkin.
"Yeah, I do have one question," he says, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Noah looks up from his plate, a syrup smear on his chin. He thinks about the question for a moment. "Yeah, I do have one question," he says, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Elliot leans forward, his expression earnest. "Ask away, buddy. Anything you want to know."
Elliot can tell Noah is searching for the right words to express his thoughts. He waits patiently, letting the little boy gather his thoughts.
After a moment, Noah speaks up. "Are you gonna marry my mom?" he asks, a hint of shyness in his voice.
Elliot wipes the syrup off Noah's face, a fond smile on his face. He looks into the little boy's eyes to make sure he understands the situation.
"One day, buddy," he says softly. "Your mom and I care much about each other, but we're taking things slow. Marriage is a big step, and we want to ensure we're ready for it."
Noah nods, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He returns to his pancakes and French toast, devouring them with relish.
Elliot chuckles, watching Noah eat. He can see that the little boy has accepted the situation and is excited about the idea of him and Liv being together.
After breakfast, Elliot takes Noah's hand and heads to the nearby zoo. Noah's eyes light up with excitement as they approach the entrance. "Are we going to the zoo?" Noah asks, practically bouncing with excitement.
Elliot grins at Noah's excitement, feeling his excitement increase in response. "Yeah, buddy, we are," he confirms. "We're gonna see some cool animals."
They buy tickets and enter the zoo, immediately immersing themselves in the sights and sounds of the various enclosures. Noah gasps at seeing a pair of giraffes eating leaves from a tree.
As they walk through the zoo, Noah's eyes dart from one exhibit to the next, his head whipping around so quickly that Elliot wonders if he will get whiplash.
They pause before the lion enclosure, peering through the glass at the majestic animals lounging on rocks.
Elliot and Noah walk from the elephant exhibit and head towards the penguin enclosure. The tiny birds waddle around on their rocky island, diving into the water with a splash.
Noah's eyes light up at the sight of the penguins. "They're so cute!" he exclaims, watching them swim around with a gleeful expression.
They move on to the next exhibit, which features a group of turtles basking in the warm light of their heat lamp. Noah watches as one of the turtles inches forward, its legs paddling slowly.
Elliot leans down to meet Noah's eye level. "You know, turtles can live for over a hundred years," he says, his voice low.
They continue through the reptile house, admiring the lizards and geckos. Noah is especially fascinated by a chameleon, watching as it changes colors to blend in with its surroundings.
Elliot chuckles as Noah stares at the chameleon, his eyes following its every move. "Pretty neat, isn't it?" he says, gesturing towards the chameleon.
Elliot and Noah leave the zoo. It's early evening, with plenty of time before dinner. Elliot looks down at Noah, considering their options for the next adventure. "So, buddy, what do you want to do next?" he asks.
Noah's brow furrows as he thinks. He looks around, taking in the various shops and buildings surrounding them. Then, his face lights up as he spots something across the street.
"There!" he says, pointing towards a colorful arcade. Noah nods eagerly, his eyes wide with excitement. He's always been drawn to game machines' bright colors and flashing lights. "Can we please go, Elliot!" Noah says grabbing his hand and squealing.
Elliot grins, unable to resist Noah's puppy dog eyes. "Sure, buddy, we can go to the arcade," he says, leading the way toward the building.
As they approach, the sounds of arcade games grow louder, mixed with children's laughter and the beeping and blooping of machines.
Noah's face breaks into a wide grin as he reaches into the prize chamber to retrieve the stuffed animal. He holds it up, examining it with a critical eye.
"I like this one," he says, hugging the plushie.
They continue through the arcade, stopping to play other games. Noah tries his hand at a racing game but is not quite coordinated enough to steer the car properly. He laughs as he crashes into the barriers but doesn't seem too discouraged.
Elliot spots a skeeball machine in the corner and guides Noah towards it. "Hey, buddy, have you ever played skeeball?" he asks.
Noah shakes his head, looking at the skeeball machine with curiosity. "No, I've never played it before," he says.
Noah nods, listening intently as Elliot demonstrates how to roll the ball up the ramp. He tries a few times, but the ball rolls into the gutter more often.
Elliot grins as he watches Noah try his hand at the claw machine. The little boy's face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to maneuver the claw over the stuffed elephant.
After a few tries, Elliot inserts more tokens into the machine. "Here, buddy, let me take a shot at it," he says, positioning the claw over the toy.
Elliot grins as he watches Noah try his hand at the claw machine. The little boy's face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to maneuver the claw over the stuffed elephant.
After a few tries, Elliot inserts more tokens into the machine. "Here, buddy, let me take a shot at it," he says, positioning the claw over the toy.
With a flick of his wrist, he drops the claw and watches as it clamps down on the elephant's trunk. After a moment, the claw releases the toy, dropping it into the prize chamber.
Elliot picks it up and hands it to Noah "Here you go, buddy." Elliot chuckles as he hands the stuffed elephant to Noah, who squeals with delight. "You like it, buddy?" he asks, fondly ruffling the little boy's hair.
Noah grins widely as he holds the stuffed elephant tightly to his chest. He looks up at Elliot with shining eyes.
"Yes! Thank you Elliot! Elephants are my new favorite animal!" he exclaims, his voice filled with excitement.
After they finish up at the arcade, Elliot and Noah head out into the cool evening air. There's a park nearby, and Noah's eyes light up at the sight of the playground equipment.
Elliot laughs, his own eyes lit up with excitement. "Sure thing, buddy," he says, following Noah over to the side of the slide.
He crouches next to the slide, preparing to go down with Noah. "Ready?" he asks, grinning.
Noah follows behind him, laughing as he goes down the slide. The slide twists and turns, bouncing them along the way.
Elliot reaches the bottom of the slide and laughs, turning to watch Noah come down after him.
Noah comes down the slide with a whoop, laughing loudly as he reaches the bottom. He scrambles and grins at Elliot, his hair sticking up in all directions.
"That was so much fun!" he exclaims, bouncing up and down on his feet.
"Swings Elliot please push me on the swings!" Noah squeals
Elliot laughs as Noah looks up at him with pleading eyes. "You want me to push you on the swings, huh?" he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Noah nods eagerly, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "Please, Elliot, can you push me on the swings?" he says, excitedly.
Elliot chuckles, shaking his head in mock resignation. "How can I say no when you ask so nicely, little man?" he says, ruffling Noah's hair fondly.
He leads Noah to the swings and gives him a gentle push, sending him flying through the air.
"Hold on tight," Elliot says smiling
Noah giggles uncontrollably as he pumps his legs, trying to go higher on the swings. "Higher, Elliot, higher!" he shouts, his eyes brimming with excitement.
Elliot grins at Noah's joyful laughter and gives him another push, sending him even higher through the air.
Elliot continues pushing Noah on the swings as the sky darkens around them. The little boy laughs and squeals with glee, his legs pumping furiously to keep himself in the air.
An hour passes, and the sun is setting.
Noah nods eagerly as they begin walking, his stomach growling in agreement. "I'm starving!" he declares, grinning up at Elliot.
Elliot laughs, patting the boy's head affectionately. "I don't doubt it, little man. You've been running around like an Energizer bunny."
Noah rubs his eyes and yawns, nodding in agreement. "I'm kind of tired," he admits. "But I had so much fun at the park!"
As they continue walking, Elliot realizes they must figure out dinner. He looks down at Noah, who looks tired but still eager to eat.
"So, buddy, what do you want for dinner? Do you have any specific cravings?" Elliot asks
Elliot drives them to a local Italian restaurant, the smell of delicious pasta wafting through the air as they approach.
Noah's eyes widened as they entered the restaurant, taking in the cozy atmosphere and the aroma of freshly cooked food.
"This place smells amazing!" he exclaims, his mouth watering in anticipation of the spaghetti.
"It's perfect they have some of the best spaghetti." Says Elliot smiling
"I can't wait to try. Mom doesn't cook much, but she makes the best spaghetti!" Says Noah exactly
They sit at a booth near the window, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation of the meal. A waiter comes over to take their order, and Elliot grins at Noah's eager expression.
"I think we'll have a large serving of spaghetti, please," Elliot tells the waiter.
Noah's eyes widened as they entered the restaurant, taking in the cozy atmosphere and the aroma of freshly cooked food.
The waiter nods, jotting down their order on his notepad before walking away to place the order. Elliot looks at Noah, who is excitedly bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Someone's excited for their spaghetti," he teases, chuckling at the little boy's enthusiasm.
Noah grins widely, nodding vigorously. "I love spaghetti," he says, his voice dripping excitedly. "It's my favorite!"
They wait for a few minutes before a waitress brings over their spaghetti, placing a steaming plate of noodles drenched in tomato sauce in front of each of them.
"Hey Elliot, do you have any kids like mommy has me." Says Noah, eating his spaghetti.
Elliot shakes his head, his expression turning a bit solemn. "No, I don't have any kids."
Noah's innocent question catches Elliot off guard, but he quickly regains his composure and gives the little boy a small smile. "You would be a great daddy, Elliot." Noah says with a smile.
Elliot's breath hitches in his throat as he hears Noah's words. He looks down at the little boy, surprised by his innocent compliment.
"You think so?" he asks, a hint of disbelief. "You think I'd make a good dad?"
Noah nods solemnly, his eyes meeting Elliot's with a depth of seriousness that belies his young age. "Yeah," he replies. "You're nice and kind and strong. You care about me and my interests, and you love my mommy. You make me feel safe." Noah says smiling.
Elliot's heart warms and his expression softens as he looks at Noah.
"Thank you, buddy," he says. "I enjoy spending time with you too. You make me feel...happy and complete in a way," Elliot says, smiling
Noah's voice trembles slightly as he speaks, and his eyes cloud with a hint of sadness. "I...I wish you were my dad, I feel you treat me like a dad should," he admits softly. "I don't have a dad who loves me."
Elliot's heart aches at the pain in Noah's voice. He reaches out and puts a comforting hand on the little boy's shoulder. Elliot sits quietly momentarily, his hand still on Noah's shoulder. He can see the hurt in the little boy's eyes, and it pains him to know he doesn't have a father figure.
Noah nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at Elliot's words. "I know," he says softly. "But...it's just not the same. I wish I had a dad who would play with me tuck me in at night and read me stories...but mine didn't want me. He left when I was tiny."
Elliot looks at Noah, his expression severe but warm.
"Noah...if you're okay with it, I'd be honored to be your stepdad," he says gravely. "I know I'm not your dad by blood, but I promise you that I'll do everything in my power to be the best father figure to you I can be."
Noah's eyes widen at Elliot's words, and tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. "Really?" he asks in a shaky voice, as if afraid it's all just a cruel joke.
Elliot smiles reassuringly, wiping a tear from Noah's cheek. "Really," he says firmly. "I mean it, Noah. I want to be there for you, to support and guide you and love you as a father should."
"Noah looks up at Elliot, his eyes shining with hope and vulnerability. "Can...can I call you 'dad'?" he asks, his voice quivering slightly.
Elliot's heart melts at Noah's voice, and he reaches out to ruffle the little boy's hair affectionately. "Of course you can, buddy," he says, a smile tugging at his lips. "You can call me Dad or Elliot, whatever you feel comfortable with."
"What if you and mom don't work? You will leave me like my dad.." Noah says quietly
Elliot looks at Noah thoughtfully, considering the young boy's question.
"Well, buddy," he says honestly, "I can't predict the future. But I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere. Even if me and your mom don't work out, I'll still be here for you. I care about you too much to walk away. No matter what happens, we'll stick together, okay?" Elliot says with a small smile.
Noah nods, a small smile appearing on his face once more.
"Okay, Dad," he says, his voice more robust and confident now.
Elliot smiles back at him, feeling a sense of responsibility and love wash over him.
Olivia's Prospective
Olivia looks up at Alex, a small smile on her face.
"So, how did it go with Elliot," Alex says, smiling, sitting beside Olivia on the couch.
"It went great, actually," she says. He was initially surprised, but he seemed understanding and supportive once I explained everything. He's excited we still haven't told Noah, which means we will wait to hear the news. Overall, I'm nervous but excited."
"Elliot's a good man. I knew he'd take it well. And he's going to be a great stepdad to Noah."
Olivia nods, her expression brightening slightly. "Yeah, I know," she says, a small smile appearing. "I guess I just worried for nothing. But it's a relief that he's okay with it. I was terrified that he would reject us or something."
Alex looks at Olivia, his gaze steady and sincere. "I can tell that Elliot cares about you both a lot," he says. "I've seen the way he looks at you and the way he interacts with Noah. He's not just some guy who's willing to step up to the plate, he's genuinely invested in your lives. It's pretty obvious how much he cares about you both." Says Alex smiling.
Olivia's eyes soften at Alex's words, and a small smile appears.
"Yeah, I can see that too," she admits. "He's been so wonderful with Noah and always there for us when we need him. It's hard to believe someone could be so caring and supportive. You know, after Michael Noah's dad cheated, manipulated, and just flat out left us with no warning, I didn't believe in love. Didn't trust no one not to hurt Noah." Says Olivia.
Alex listens intently, her expression sympathetic. She knows how much Olivia has been hurt in the past and how much she's struggled as a single mother.
"I know it's been tough for you," he says softly. "And I understand why you're wary after what you've been through. But Elliot's not like that. He's not going to hurt you or Noah. He's genuinely a good person who cares about you both."
Alex and Olivia spend the day together, enjoying each other's company. They chat about everything from childhood memories to hopes and dreams for the future. They order Chinese food for dinner and spend the evening watching their favorite sitcoms and laughing together on the couch.
Olivia picks up her phone and sends a quick text to Elliot:
O: "Hey, how's everything going with Noah?"
E: "Hey, we're finishing up dinner. We're doing good be home soon. I love you beautiful."
O: "I love you too, babe. See you soon."
After a fun-filled day together, Elliot and Noah make their way home, their bellies full and their spirits high. They chat animatedly the whole way, discussing everything they did and saw. As they walk through the front door of their home, they both let out a sigh of contentment. Alex has already headed home. Olivia is on the couch lying down.
"Yep, we're back!" Elliot replies, grinning.
Noah's eyes are wide and excited as he recounts his day with Elliot.
"Mommy, we had so much fun today!" he beams. "Elliot took me to get pancakes and french toast for breakfast! Then we went to the zoo, the arcade, and the park and even had spaghetti for dinner! It was the best day ever!"
"I'm glad, babe; now brush your teeth and get ready for bed." Says Olivia, smiling and hugging Noah.
Noah brushes his teeth and climbs into bed, snuggling under the covers. He looks up at Elliot with big, hopeful eyes.
"Elliot, can you read me a story?" he asks, his voice soft and sleepy.
Elliot smiles at Noah, his expression soft and affectionate.
"Of course I can," he says, sitting in a chair beside the boy's bed. "What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?" Elliot says, sitting beside Noah in bed.
Noah ponders the question for a moment before his face lights up.
"Can you read me 'Where the Wild Things Are'? I like that one!" he says, looking at Elliot with wide, eager eyes.
As Elliot reads to Noah, Olivia feels a sense of contentment wash over her. She can hear Noah's soft, even breathing. She sees the sight that makes her heart flutter.
As Elliot walks over to Olivia, He takes in the sight of her, noticing how her hair falls around her face, the curve of her lips, and the sparkle in her eyes.
He steps closer, gently cupping her face in his hands, and leans in to gently kiss her lips. "Hey, you," he whispers, his voice soft and sincere.
Olivia's heart skips a beat as Elliot cups her face and kisses her. The gesture is so gentle and affectionate, it makes her feel all warm and tingly inside.
She smiles at him, her eyes meeting his with a soft, loving gaze. "Hey you," she whispers back, her fingers lightly tracing the contour of his jaw. "How was my sweet boy today." Olivia says, smiling.
Elliot smiles contentedly, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection for Noah.
"He is an amazing kid," he agrees. "We had a good time together today, and we even had some talks. But you know the guy code so I won't spill the beans. He might want to tell you if he's comfortable with it."
Olivia leans in, kissing Elliot's neck gently, her lips tracing a trail up to his ear. "Why don't you stay the night?" she murmurs, her voice soft and seductive.
Elliot smiles at Olivia, gently stroking her hair as he replies.
"As much as I would love to spend the night, I think you and Peanut could rest," he says, warm and affectionate. "And I've got to head into the office earlier to finish some paperwork. But don't worry, tomorrow night is all yours, I promise."
Olivia pouts playfully at Elliot, her bottom lip sticking out in a mock pout. "Aww, but I wanted you to stay tonight," she whines, feigning disappointment.
Elliot chuckles as he starts kissing her neck, his lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking on the sensitive skin. "I know, babe," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "It's better for both of us this way, but trust me, I promise to make it worth your while tomorrow." He finishes, his tongue flicking over her neck.
Olivia moans softly as Elliot continues to tease her, his mouth moving along her neck in a gentle barrage of kisses and nibbles. "You're such a tease, Stabler..." she whispers, a hint of breathlessness. "You know what that does to me..."
Elliott kisses her passionately, his lips moving against hers in a heated dance of desire. He breaks the kiss, his breath coming in short gasps as he looks into her eyes.
"Gotta keep you coming back for more, Benson," he says, his voice rough with want. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby. I love you." He slaps her ass playfully before pulling away, his eyes glinting with mischief and promise.
The next day
Noah is standing by the door, bouncing up and forth excitedly. "Mom! Mom! Mom!" he chants, his voice growing louder and more high-pitched as he continues.
"French toast time! French toast time!" he squeals, unable to contain his excitement.
Olivia can't help but laugh at her son's eagerness. She approaches the door, shaking her head fondly at his antics.
"Okay, okay, son," she says, her voice filled with amusement. "I'm coming. Let's get some French toast for you, my little foodie."
Noah looks up at Olivia with hopeful eyes and a big smile. "Is Dad coming over today?" he asks, his voice brimming with optimism.
Olivia furrows her brow slightly as she registers Noah's question. "Dad?" she repeats, a hint of confusion in her voice. "Why do you ask, sweetheart?"
Noah's eyes sparkle with childlike excitement and anticipation.
"Is Elliot coming over today?" he repeats, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Olivia looks at Noah, her smile growing wider at his innocent question.
"Are you calling Elliot 'Dad'?" she asks gently, the corners of her lips twitching upwards in amusement.
Noah nods his head eagerly, his young face practically glowing with happiness.
"Yeah! Elliot is like a dad to me. I was upset at dinner because I told Elliot I didn't have a daddy and that Elliot I felt like he was my dad. He does dad things with me, and Elliot said if I felt comfortable, he would be honored to be my dad even if he wasn't my real dad. That made me very happy, because I love Elliot. He's the best, and I already feel like he's my daddy. " Noah says, his voice filled with admiration
Olivia's heart melts at her son's innocent joy and affection. She listens intently to him, her eyes soft and sparkling with love.
"That's so sweet, sweetheart," she says softly, her voice slightly choked up with emotion. "Elliot is a great guy, and he greatly cares about you. And if you feel like he's like a dad to you, then I'm sure he's more than happy to be that for you."
Olivia drives Noah to school.
"Alright, sweetheart, time for school," Olivia says, her voice gentle and affectionate. "You have a great day, okay? And remember to listen to your teacher and be a good boy."
Noah nods, looking up at his mother with eager eyes. "I will, Mom," he promises a hint of excitement in his voice. Olivia ruffles his hair affectionately, her heart filled with love and pride.
"That's my boy," she says, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll see you after school, okay?"
Olivia watches as Noah disappears into the classroom, her mind shifting gears as she turns to leave. She heads back to her car.
Munch and Fin are already at their desks, typing away at their computers. They look up as Olivia approaches her desk.
"Good morning, Liv." Says Munch
"Hey baby girl, how are you doing?" Says Fin.
Olivia smiles at them as she settles into her seat.
"Morning, guys. I'm good, real good. Is Stabler here?" she replies, her tone light and cheerful.
"Stabler's in his office," he says, a knowing smirk on his face.
Olivia stands outside Elliot's office door, her knuckles rapping against the door firmly. She waits momentarily, adjusting her hair slightly before she hears Elliot's deep, husky voice calling out to her.
"Come in." Elliot says
Olivia pushes open the door and steps into Elliot's office, her gaze meeting his. He looks up from the files he's studying, his expression immediately softening as he sees her.
"Hey," he says, a warm smile on his face. "Everything alright?"
"So Noah called you dad?" Olivia smiles.
"Yeah, we talked. Is that okay with you?" Elliot asks nervously.
"More than Elliot.." Olivia smiles
The room falls into a hushed silence as Olivia shuts and closes the blinds, casting the office into a slightly darker, more intimate ambiance. She turns back to Elliot, her expression a mix of desire and anticipation.
Elliot watches as Olivia closes the blinds, his pulse quickening slightly as he senses the shift in the atmosphere. When she turns back to him, his eyes roam over her figure, his gaze darkening with want.
Elliot can't help but smirk as Olivia approaches him, the change in her demeanor immediately noticeable. He raises an eyebrow at her, his eyes sparking with amusement. "Olivia.." Elliot trails off.
Olivia straddles Elliot's lap, her body pressing close against his. She leans in, her lips finding his neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin. Her arms wrap around him, bringing him close as her hands roam over his chest.
Elliot's eyes widen in surprise as Olivia moves towards him, a devilish glint in her eye. She gracefully crawls under his desk before he can even process what's happening.
"Well, this is unexpected," he remarks gravelly. "What exactly are you doing down there, Liv?"
Olivia grins mischievously as she settles underneath Elliot's desk. "Oh, trust me, you have no idea just how lucky you're about to get," she teases, her voice muffled but filled with playful confidence.
Elliot tries to speak, but Olivia shushes him, her finger gently pressing against his lips.
"Shhh," she says, her voice low and seductive. "No talking. Just let me take care of you."
Elliot's words die in his throat as Olivia silences him. All he can do is watch her with a mixture of arousal and anticipation as she takes charge of the situation. He leans back in his chair, allowing Olivia to take the lead.
Olivia moves to Elliot's pulse point, her lips and tongue working their magic, making him shiver with pleasure. Then, she leans in to capture his mouth in a deep kiss. Her tongue teases his bottom lip, seeking access, and he obliges, opening his lips to her. The kiss deepens, their mouths moving together in a heated dance of desire and passion.
Elliot can't help but let out a low, guttural moan as Olivia continues her ministrations. The feeling of her lips and tongue on his skin, combined with the intensity of their kiss, sends ripples of pleasure through his body. He grabs her hips, pulling her closer as he responds hungrily to her touch. He was letting her feel the bulge in his pants.
Olivia stands up and drops to her knees, scooting herself under Elliot's desk. She tugs at his belt, unzipping his pants and freeing his dick out of his boxers. With a swift motion, she yanked open his trousers, freeing his throbbing erection, his boxers already damp with pre-cum.
His length emerged, veiny and wet, and she marveled at the sight of it, so hard and ready for her. Taking her time, she ran her tongue along the shaft, tasting the salty sweetness of him, before engulfing the head in her warm, wet mouth.
Elliot groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as she began to suck, her lips sliding up and down his length. "Yes, Olivia, just like that," he muttered, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations. "You're so good at this, my filthy girl."
She moaned her approval, the vibrations sending shivers up his spine. One hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in time with her mouth, while the other toyed with his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers.
Her technique was perfect, a combination of suction and tongue work that had him squirming in his seat. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her soft hair brushing against his legs as she dedicated herself to her task.
"Fuck, Olivia," he grunted, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."
But she didn't keep it up; she doubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her throat, her nose nuzzling his pubic bone. Her free hand ventured further, slipping between his legs to massage his perineum, seeking to prolong his pleasure even as she built towards her climax.
The feeling was immense and overwhelming, and Elliot knew he wouldn't last much longer. "I'm close, baby," he warned, his voice strained. "So damn close."
Her brown hair fell forward as she leaned down, creating a privacy curtain. Her soft, full lips wrapped around the head of his dick, tasting the first beads of pre-cum that formed at the tip. She moaned softly, vibrating his sensitive glans as she began to bob her head, taking more of him into her warm, wet mouth with each stroke.
Elliot closed his eyes, savoring the sensations. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. The sloppy, wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, along with their heavy breathing.
Under the desk, Olivia was in her element. She loved the power she held, the way she could reduce this confident, older man to a quivering mess with just her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she drew back, then swallowed him down again, her nails digging into his thighs.
Just as Elliot was nearing the point of no return, there was a knock at the door. "Elliot, you in there?" called Fin, Elliot's colleague.
Startled, Elliot jolted upright, almost knocking over his chair. "Yeah, just a sec!" he called out, his voice cracking as he tried to regain composure.
Olivia, ever so elegant, quickly withdrew her mouth, leaving just the tip of his dick between her lips. She stopped sucking sucking herself back under so nobody who walked in could see her.
"Hey, Fin," he said, leaning casually against the door frame. "What's up?"
"Hey, Elliot. Have you seen Olivia?" Says Fin
"Nn-No," Elliot says, feeling that Oliva wrapped her lips around Elliot's dick and started sucking again hard and fast. Holding in her lips to muffle the sounds.
"Are you sure I saw her walk in here earlier?" Says Fin, raising an eyebrow
"Yyyeah, she left about five minutes ago. You must've just missed her." Says Elliot, trying his best not to moan.
"Elliot are you okay?" Says Fin, curious and confused as to why Eliot is stuttering.
Elliot's heart pounded as Olivia continued her ministrations under his desk. He struggled to keep his voice steady and his expression neutral as Fin stood before him, oblivious to the situation.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine," he managed to choke out, his voice strained. "Just a bit distracted, that's all."
Fin looked at him skeptically, sensing that something was off. "Distracted by what?" he asked, curiosity piqued.
As Elliot grabbed a fistful of Olivia's hair away from his dick. Olivia took out her tongue and continued to tease him with her tongue with just the tip of her tongue as much as she could reach.
"Well, if you see her, let her know I'm looking for her." Fin says, confused, and walks out.
Elliot gritted his teeth as Olivia teased him with her tongue, her maddening and exhilarating touch. Despite his efforts to keep her at bay, she seemed determined to drive him over.
"D-dammit, Yeah," he repeated, his voice low and strained."
"What, Elliot?" Fin says laughing
"Oh, sorry, Fin, nothing, carry on." Elliot says
Elliot let out a sharp breath, his hands gripping the edges of the desk as sensations shot through him. "Fuck, Olivia, that feels so good," he groaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the pleasure.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes full of lust and devotion, as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her soft, full lips wrapped around his girth, moving up and down in a steady rhythm that threatened to undo him.
Reaching down, Elliot gently threaded his fingers into her brown locks, guiding her speed and depth. He loved the way she looked up at him; her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him eagerly, her tongue flat and firm against the underside of his shaft.
"You're such a dirty girl, Olivia sucking my cock knowing anyone can walk in any moment," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with arousal.
She hummed in response, the vibrations sending delightful shivers through his body. Her hands roamed over his thighs, squeezing lightly, her touch electric. She explored every inch of his length, worshipping him with her mouth and hands.
The sounds of their passion filled the room—the wet slurping of her mouth, the soft skin-on-skin slap as she stroked him, and their mingled groans and sighs. The desk shook slightly with their movements, stationery and papers rattling softly.
Olivia's desire spiked as she felt Elliot's pleasure radiating off him. She wanted him to cum, needed to taste his release. She increased her pace, sucking harder, her tongue swirling and dancing. One hand slipped down to cup his heavy balls, massaging them gently, her fingers exploring every contour.
"I'm close, baby," Elliot warned, his hips bucking slightly as he neared the edge. "So fucking close..."
Hearing his words, Olivia redoubled her efforts, wanting to push him over the precipice. She took him as deep as she could, her nose buried in his pubic hair, and swallowed around him, her throat muscles contracting rhythmically.
With a hoarse shout, Elliot came, his body arching slightly as his cock pulsed and twitched. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum shot into her mouth, and she swallowed greedily, relishing the taste of him. She milked him with her mouth and hands, drawing out every last drop of his release.
As his orgasm began to subside, Elliot opened his eyes, gazing down at the beautiful woman pleasuring him. "God, Olivia, that was incredible, and dangerous. Let me return the favor," Elliot says, picking her up and putting her into a passionate kiss.
"This was just about you, El, thank you. I gotta case to catch I love you bye." Olivia kisses him one last time weeks and heads out the door.
As Olivia and Fin started heading towards their car, Olivia turned to Fin with a sly grin. "Hey Fin let's head out, sorry I was in the bathroom." Olivia smiles.
Fin let out a low groan. "Liv," he muttered to himself. "You gotta tell me to leave next time. I don't need that mental image taking up space in my head."
Olivia chuckled at Fin's reaction, finding amusement in his discomfort. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about," she teased. "That little encounter in Elliot's office."
"How did you?" Olivia is blushing very hard
"I saw your feet sticking out when I walked out, baby girl. Please tell me to leave next time. stabler practically studying, then it made sense I don't need that mental image." Fin laughs
"Oh sorry about that.." Olivia blushes hard.
"Hey, that's your business. Next time, lock the door. So you and Stabler?" Fin smirks
"Yeah.. good advice.. Yeah we've been together for about the last month." Olivia blushes hard and smiles.
"I knew it. Munch owes me fifty bucks! Oh yeah, I'm happy for you too." Fin says driving off with Olivia to ask for a witness.
Olivia took her phone out and quickly typed a message to Elliot:
O: " You were stuttering like a fool. Fin saw my feet under the desk when he walked out!"
E: Sorry, babe, you are the throat goat, and Fin can mind his business. What happens in my office stays in mine. Now about later?