I'm Backkk. I know I have vanished for a long time but life, college (I now have my masters) working full time in an on call job (Crime Scene) has gotten in the way. So much has changed since I last published. I am now happily married doing what I love at a new department that affords me time to do things like write again. I hope people are still reading this and my other stories. It is my current task to complete the stories I have in progress before starting any new ones. Thank you so much to those still with me and waiting for the conclusion of this story.

I stop and watch Olivia work through the glass on the doors of the precinct. It had been six months since the accident and one thing I can say for sure we have both have been fully engaged and dedicated to rebuilding what we had to something better than before. I can say for certain that through this process we have built a foundation that an earthquake couldn't destroy.

One of the things that she felt helped was taking the time to read the book the five love languages. She learned that her love language was physical touch and quality time which made sense because that was always what she craved and wanted the most with Olivia or any other lover she had ever been with. Through reading the book she learned that Olivia's love languages were acts of service, which wasn't a surprise considering her career but words of affirmation. That discovery shocked her at first but when she considered the conversations, they had about her feeling like she was never good enough to be loved it made perfect sense.

I laugh recalling the night I asked Olivia if she would read the book once I was finished with it.

"Olivia, I want to ask you to do something for me?" She had quietly stated as soon as she finished the book and placed it on the end table.

"Olivia muted the mindless police drama she was watching and turned to face Alex "what is it?"

"I know it's not really your thing, but I would like you to read the book "The Five Love Languages" and tell me what you feel your love languages are and what my love languages are. According to the book and several reviews understanding yours and your partners love language(s) will help establish a deeper connection and foundation."

Olivia had sat there with a look on her face before she smiled at her and stated, "If it means that much to you then hand me the book and I will read it."

"Thank you" Alex had whispered as she passed the book to Olivia. It was about a week later that Olivia handed her book and informed her she had always known what one of her love languages, physical touch, especially since no matter where they were or what they were doing she always reached for her and needed to touch her. She had always found it sweet and for lack of better terms a real ego booster that her touch could calm her or give her the reassurance she was silently asking for. What she didn't realize from the beginning that quality time was one and she had neglected it from the beginning and that was stopping immediately. She also admitted that hers would be words of affirmatin

As always Olivia was true to her word and became more present in the marriage. She had stopped leaving when there was no need to and made sure she was home at a reasonable time. Of course, with her assigned job that wasn't always an option. She smiled when she replayed the first time Olivia called her because she had to stay. The ever-stoic Olivia Benson-Cabot was stumbling over her words and apologizing about every third word that she could get out. She assured her that she more than understood what was at stake and didn't expect her to be home every night on time she knew nights like this would happen to not worry but only focus on bringing the child home safely.

It was after that case they finally gave into their sexual desires and finally made love. Despite their raw need for each other it was slow, loving, and caring. They took their time exploring each other's body as if it was the first time again and in a way it was. This was the new them. They were more connected and in tuned with each other than they ever were before. It was when Olivia entwined her fingers with hers as she slowly entered her with two fingers and locked her eyes with her. That was always an extra connection when they were making love, but it was the pure openness she saw in Olivia's eyes. There was no more guarding in her eyes. She was there presenting and opening herself completely to her for the first time ever. That revelation led to one mind-blowing orgasm after another and her falling even more, despite the fact she didn't think that was possible, for the brunette detective. They had spent that day rediscovering each other so many times that she was blissfully sore for the next few days.

I shook my head to clear my head before a moan escaped my mouth and entered the squad room.

"Hey there" I state as I clear my throat "Are you about ready?"

"I am" Olivia answered as she spun her chair around to face her wife and smiled at her. "My suit is in the locker room, and I just need to change then we are on our way to your campaign dinner."

I lean down and kiss her gently and run my hands through her now short and slightly spiked hair cut that she has gone back to. After a discussion over dinner and more approval and support than she had ever received from anyone other than her parents she decided to run for the position of District Attorney of Manhattan. Tonight, would be the first of many black-tie affairs and campaign events that Olivia would proudly stand by her side.

"I will wait at your desk while you change" I state with a sigh as Olivia gets up and goes to change. It is a short while later she returns wearing black pants that fits her once again full figure perfectly, a white dress shirt that equally formed to her amazing figure with her blazer draped over her shoulder. If there was ever a picture of the perfect woman it would have been hers at that very moment, hell every moment she looks at her.

"Well guys" Olivia states as I stand, and she pulls me in close to her "If anything happens tonight do not call me unless it is an absolute emergency for the next few hours and this weekend, I will be busy supporting our next District Attorney. As we all know from wearing the uniform that is the last person you ever want to piss off in this field."

All the men mumbled in agreement as the two women who were born for each other walked out the precinct doors.