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O: You up?

It’s almost 3 in the morning and Olivia’s somehow still awake. She’d had a long, tedious day at work, but her brain wouldn’t allow her body to rest like it so desperately wanted to. She looks back down at her phone, seeing that he hasn’t read her text and decides that she’ll wake him if he isn’t already up.

She clicks his contact photo and presses the little phone icon, putting the device on speaker. The first ring is loud in the quiet room and she quickly taps the volume button several times to lower it. He answers on the fourth ring, but doesn’t say anything; when she hears a female voice in the background she almost hangs up.

It’s muffled, but she can just make out what the woman is saying; “What does your ex-wife need at this hour?”

Olivia doesn’t care for her tone and suddenly she doesn’t feel bad about interrupting them.

“Don’t worry about that.” He sounds far away, “Here, don’t forget this.”

The woman huffs loudly, “can we at least have a rain check?”

“Yeah,” he says unconvincingly, but his guest can’t tell the difference like she can. “I’ll let you know.”

He won’t. Especially, not if she can help it.

“You have my number, right?” She hears the woman ask as Elliot is, no doubt, shuffling her out of the door.

“Uh huh, be safe.” She hears the door close and the click of his lock; he finally addresses her. “Hey, everything alright?

“You didn’t have to answer if you were with company.”

“Olivia, stop. You call me at 3 am, or any time for that matter, I’m answering. I don’t care how many times I have to say it; you’re still my number one.”

She just hums in response.

“What are you doing up so late anyway?”

“Can’t sleep,” she sighs. “I’m tired but I just can’t relax. It’s like my brain won’t stop.”

“Need some help with that?” His tone lowers considerably, causing a sudden ache between her thighs.

“Elliot, you know I don’t like phone sex.”

“That’s not what I meant,” she can hear the smile through his voice.

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll doze off eventually.”

“I know I don’t have to; I want to.”

She’s silent on the other end, contemplating if she should agree or not. They’ve been trying to cut down on the amount of time they spend together; really, she has. “Divorced couples shouldn’t be together this much. Shouldn’t be having sex,” she’d told him a month ago. But they just couldn’t seem to let go of one another.

Aside from the fact that they were two busy cops, with little time to devote to anyone new; they were still madly in love with each other. Elliot had made it clear on several occasions that he’d come home in a heartbeat if only she’d let him. Plus, the sex was way too good to give up.

“I’ll come. Just say yes.”

She hears him moving around, then the jingle of his keys is loud in the distance. It makes her think of him in his car; large, veiny hands gripping the steering wheel as he speeds through the streets of Manhattan to get to her. That dull throb in her core becomes a pulsing rhythm. She always loved to be in the passenger seat watching him handle a car as well as he handled her body.

“Let me know when you’re coming up so I can unlock the door.”

“You got it.”

Her phone pings half an hour later and she’s slipping out of bed, quietly padding down the hall; she checks in on Noah, who’s dead to the world and quietly pulls his door closed. She unlocks the front door and opens it just as he’s stepping off the elevator, looking handsome in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

“You left a date to come here?” she asks in mock disbelief. She knew the power she held over him.

“Eh,” he shrugs his shoulders as he approaches. “Wasn’t really a date.”

She steps back, holding the door open wider for him to pass through; eyeing him as he toed out of his size eleven boots. She quickly closes and locks the door before following him to their—her bedroom. He’s losing his jacket as she shuts the door, then she feels him reaching for her.

“C’mere,” he says in that low, gravelly tone that makes her saturate her boyshorts. His hands grasp her hips, pulling her groin flush against his, “wanna talk about it?”

“That’s not what you’re here for.”

She starts to pull away but his fingers wrap easily around her upper arm, bringing her body back to his. The other hand slides behind her neck in an attempt to pull her in for a kiss.

“Don’t kiss me,” she turns her head to stop his lips from connecting with hers.

“You’re taking away kisses too?” He sounds heartbroken, but she knows he’s just being playfully dramatic.

“I know you kissed her. You just can’t help yourself; you’re a kisser and I’m not swapping spit with you after you’ve had your tongue down someone else’s throat.”

His jaw clenches when he finds no argument that’ll work for her, deciding that it’d be better to just lift her off her feet and take her to bed. His hands grip her under her arms and begin to lift her, turning and tossing her onto the bed in a show of false upset.

She smirks but her eyes never reach his, stalking his hands as if she’s a predator and they’re her prey. They land on the shining silver of his belt buckle, fingers deftly undoing it and his pants. He let’s them hang open while he crosses his arms and grasps the hem of the white cotton; skillfully removing his shirt in one swift movement.

She whimpers low in her throat, pressing her thighs together, trying to soothe the burning ache down below. He’s hard all over and her heart twinges as abrupt memories of him making love to her in the early morning flit through her mind. Since their separation, she always made him leave before Noah woke up; wanting to avoid any confusion or misplaced hope within her son. She zones back in when his thumb and forefinger gently grasp her chin.

“Not right now.” He knows her, knows every facial expression and look in her eyes that could ever occur. It’s only natural that he’d recognize when she’s being sucked into the past. “Take off your top.”

She follows his order, letting him lead her back to the present moment. She’s bare, save for the navy-blue panties that are clearly soaked in the center.

He’s lost his pants now and is climbing onto the bed, following as she inches back toward the mass of pillows. He had a job to do, although it was his pleasure, and he had to follow through. Her legs separate, giving him room to settle between her thighs. He pulls her panties down, tossing them to the side.

She’s wet, but not enough for her to take all of him comfortably. He knows what she needs, their bodies so in tune that they don’t need to speak to communicate.

His open mouth covers her, tongue flattening over the expanse of smooth skin from bottom to top. On the path back down his tongue splits her lips, finding her clit easily. He circles it, teasing and flicking; coaxing the arousal from her sex.

“I want it in me,” she moans.

His tongue pushes forward, exploring her depths. He doesn’t care if his jaw is sore by the end of the night, he’ll do whatever she needs him to do to get her off. His head bobs back and forth, tongue entering her over and over again; it curls upward, seeking out that spongy area that made her fist the sheets in ecstasy.

“I- Oh, fuck.”

His eyes dart up to catch the desperate expression on her face; eyes squeezed shut, mouth fallen open. His top lip nudges her sensitive clit each time he pushes forward and her legs tighten around his head.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Her pitch rises with each word expelled. Her fingers grip his skull, holding him in place as she helps him guide her to an impending climax. He opens her up further, pushing her leg up to her chest with his hand under her thigh. His long tongue reaches a new depth and her body twists in his grip, his hands doing their best to hold her hips down. The combination of him tongue kissing her pussy and his bruising grasp has the spring of arousal in her belly uncoiling.

“Elliot! El-“ She turns her face into the pillow, cutting off her cries for him.

She grinds against his face until she can stand no more, going limp as her orgasm ebbed. He presses gentle, open-mouthed kisses on her inner thigh; resting until she signals that she’s ready for more.

She pulls him up by his arm, lifting her legs onto his hips. She’s dripping for him, wet enough that he can easily slide in, but he wants her wide open. He slips one arm under her knee, pushing the leg up and back into her chest. He’s rock hard; so much so that he doesn’t need his hand to guide him inside of her.

One of her hands is above his on the underside of her knee, the other gripping his firm bicep, hips lifting to meet his. He dips his head down, sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth. Her head lolls back, back arching and pushing her breast further into his face.

He switches sides, fitting as much of her in his mouth as possible. Her breath catches in her throat as her nails press crescent shaped marks into his skin. He pulls back, circling his hips as he moves in and out of her.

“You’re so fucking pretty, mama.”

She’s looking him in the eyes, dominating him with a seductive gaze that never ceases to put him in a trance, lower lip caught between her teeth. He wants so badly to pull it free and suck it into his mouth, but she’s made it clear; no kisses tonight.

He pulls out abruptly and flips her onto her stomach; “Can’t look at your face and not kiss you.”

He straddles her legs, both of her thighs tight between his knees; his cock is pressing into her, just under the swell of her ass.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet,” he taunts, knowing how much she loves this position and how hard it is for her to keep her voice down when he’s balls deep inside of her this way. “Hold it open for me.”

He guides her hands to her ass, letting her grip and pull herself apart as he balances on his knees above her. His lips part and he lets three drops of spit fall to her opening, using the tip of his hard length to spread it up and down. It’s unnecessary, but the sight makes him harder, if that’s even possible. He tests her, she’s tighter this way; slowly, he pushes past the ring of muscle, eyes fixed on the way she stretches around his girth.

“Oooh,” she groans. The way he’s inching in and pulling back, then going deeper every time has her breath hitching in her throat. In and out, in and out; slowly until the base of his cock meets the tips of her fingers and she’s hissing at the pinch.

He slide his arms under hers, lowering himself onto his elbows, front molding to the shape of her backside. His hips set a tortuous pace; he holds the power in this position and always uses it to drive her to insanity. But that was apart of the experience; one of the reasons why she loved it when he pinned her down and gave her no way to escape.

“This what you needed? Me to come put you to sleep?” His breath is hot against her neck, tickling the skin and heightening her physical awareness. “Anytime you need me, don’t you hesitate.”

He sits back on his heels already missing the sight, knees fitted around her hips, watching himself disappear in her wet heat. He’s struggling to keep this steady pace, wanting nothing more than to plunge into her until neither of them could see straight.

The sight of their combined fluids coating his dick each time he slides out is mesmerizing, but he can only go so deep this way. He leans forward again, needing to be close to her, locking his arms underneath hers.

“You’ve got the best pussy ever.” The squelching of his dick pushing into her tight, wet heat is consistent, his hips slowly but firmly driving into her; grazing her g-spot with each deep dive. “The tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever had. Fuck, your pussy is perfect.”

His words do something dangerous to her, make her feel like there’s no one above her; she’s on a pedestal when he feeds into the praise kink they’d discovered together. The first time she’d squirted happened to be the first time he cooed to her; telling her how perfect she was, fingers curled deeply inside of her. He always knew just what to say and do to send her full force into blissful oblivion.

“Faster,” she instructs.

“What do you say?”

“Please.”

He speeds up just a bit, not fully giving her what she wants yet. She can’t hold herself open anymore, now face first in her pillow, fingers fisted in the sheets, pulling them up from the corners of the mattress.

“This pussy’s still mine, right?”

She moans and nods her head; he registers her muffled plea for him not to stop.

“Tell me,” he growls in her ear. “Tell me it’s still mine and I won’t stop.”

“It’s yours. Oh God, it’s yours!” She cries; desperately in need of release. She’ll say anything he wants to hear right now.

He lifts from his elbows to support himself on his palms, using the leverage to add more force to his thrusts. Their skin meeting gets louder and his hand shoots out, failing miserably to stop the headboard from bumping into the wall again and again.

“Fuck, baby.” She’s clenching so tightly around him; he’s only a few more strokes away from unloading deep inside of her and he needs her to come with him, that was the whole reason he was here. “You close?”

She’s mumbling incoherently, groaning ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’ and ‘please’ repeatedly. Her hand slides underneath her body, frantically slipping over her clit; it’s just enough to make her explode and pull him so deep inside of her that he’s sheathed like Excalibur. He can’t move, but there’s no need to; the pulsing squeeze of her walls around him is draining in the best way possible.

Thankfully, her loud whimpers are lost in the pillow and he’s somehow managed to hold up his weight through the extent of his climax, letting her quivering body shake without the added pressure of his. He sighs, pulling out of her and rolling onto his back, “fucking amazing.”

“That was never our problem,” she breathes.

“Too bad it couldn’t keep us together,” his hand rubs up and down from her lower back to the middle of her thigh, eyes stuck on the ceiling.

“Shh, don’t ruin this.”

A deep laugh rumbles in his chest as he lifts his right arm up and around her head, inviting her in for a cuddle.

She readjusts, her head relaxes against his bicep, “Thanks for coming, anyway.”

“Livie, I’d still move heaven and earth for you. No matter the time of day or night.”

“You can’t keep saying shit like that,” she whispers tiredly.

“Why?”

“Cause it makes it harder for me to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” his fingers gently caress her damp curls, lulling her to sleep. “Stay right here with me forever.”

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Elliot walks out of a butchers shop in Little Italy after questioning a witness when his phone vibrates in his back pocket. He stops just outside, pulling the device free to check the notification, seeing a single text from his ex-wife.

OB: Busy??

He chuckles at her use of the two question marks, she only did that when she wanted an answer quickly. He knew that whatever she needed wasn’t urgent because she would’ve called if it were an emergency, like she’d done so many times before.

He slowly walks toward his SUV as he types a response.

ES: Just finished up with a witness… need something??

She’d recognize his very subtle teasing.

OB: You’re not far, come to the precinct. I need your help with something.

Throughout their separation they continued to share locations with one another, but the day after she told him she was filing for divorce, she’d stopped sharing hers with him. Elliot always kept hope alive that she’d change her mind, that one day she’d ask him to come back home and they’d be a family again, so he never returned the sentiment. He’d honestly forgotten about it, thought that after so long she’d forgotten about it too, but he couldn’t deny that he was pleasantly surprised to know otherwise.

ES: Be there in 15. Did you eat?

OB: Not hungry. Hurry.

He dials Ayanna’s number as he hops into the driver’s seat, notifying her of the new information he’d received from the butcher’s son on his drive to the 1-6.

When he arrives, stepping off the elevator, the squad room is nearly empty. None of Olivia’s team is present, probably out on assignment or fetching lunch at this hour. He nods his head acknowledging the few unis milling about, slipping between the desks toward Olivia’s office. He notices that the blinds are drawn all around and her door is shut; it couldn’t be a coincidence that he was summoned here when her whole team was gone.

He turns the doorknob when he approaches and pushes the door open, peeking his head in quietly in case she was taking a call or doing something important. She’s sitting at her desk, staring at the screen of her laptop when he spots her. She looks up, practically slamming the device shut and pushes her glasses atop her head before she stands to meet him. Like always, his eyes travel down the length of her body, drinking in every glorious curve as if it’s the last time he’ll see her. She’s wearing a peach pink dress that’s fitted above the waist with buttons stopping right above her navel, the bottom flares out just past her knees and swishes gently with the movement of her legs as she steps around the desk.

Olivia had never been the ‘wear a dress to work’ kind of girl, save for special occasions, so he couldn’t help but appreciate the vision before him for a little bit longer.

“What took you so long?” She asks in an almost whiny voice, not letting him answer as she instructs him to lock the door.

As soon as he turns back to her, she’s on him. Her hands start to unbuckle his belt and undo his fastenings as she pushes his back flat against the door.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“Oh, sorry,” her hands falter. She barely has to raise up on her tiptoes in her heels to press her lips against his. The kiss is quick and she’s focused on the task at hand once more, dropping to her knees in front of him, pulling his pants down to his thighs as she goes.

“Jesus, Liv. What’s gotten into you these last few weeks? Not that I’m complaining.”

He’s in her mouth before her hands wrap around the base of his length and cup his balls respectively. Her tongue slips between her bottom lip and the underside of his dick, swirling it around his girth to wet as much of him as she can reach. She pulls back, letting her hand pump him slowly as he grows harder, heavier in her palm.

“Doctor Weiler prescribed new supplements, been horny as hell since I started taking them.”

“Shit,” his head thumps against the door. “Make sure you don’t miss a day.”

He thinks he should send flowers and a card to her gynecologist.

“God, I’ve been thinking about sucking your dick since I woke up this morning.”

She uses the hand that was previously caressing his balls to tuck her hair behind her ear, then sucks at the tip of him, stroking his slit with her tongue to gather the pre cum there.

He groans, looking down to watch her work. Elliot was just a puddle of weakness when Olivia gave him head, couldn’t do much but watch and struggle to not blow his load too soon. Her strokes were firm just how he liked, but somehow still gentle, never squeezing too tightly. Her hands were soft, nails always manicured and pretty with some dainty color. This week it was a pale blue with a tiny white heart on each pinky nail. He adored those shows of femininity from her, it made him feel like that much more of a man.

He loved the bob of her head, the way her lips spread to take every inch of him in, how she wasn’t afraid to make a mess of it at times. She was perfect.

His hands are clenched at his sides, not wanting to tangle them in her hair and mess it up so early in the day. He hisses when her lips finally meet the skin of his pelvis and she gags around him, quickly pulling back and it makes her glasses fall to her face again.

“Shit, Liv. You are so fucking sexy.”

It was seldom that she kept her glasses on during sex, usually worried about them getting broken in the process, but it made him feel like he was sneaking around with the hot librarian.

She moans around him when she takes him in her mouth again, moving her hands away to suck him deeper and deeper, keeping her eyes on his the entire time. She can see him struggling to keep his hands to himself, lets hers grasp them, interlocking their fingers.

“Fuck… thought you weren’t hungry.”

“Hmm,” she pulls off of him in one long slurp, standing on wobbly legs to lead him to her sofa. She pushes him down, lifting her dress to pull her underwear off and straddle him. “Hold my dress.”

His large hands slide up her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress up and under his thumbs at her waist. He watches as she presses his length to her labia, grinding her clit against his already sensitive tip. His fingers dig into the fabric, rocking her hips back and forth until she lifts up to let him stretch her like he had most nights this week. The deeper he gets, the tighter she feels around him, her eyes roll back and she bites her bottom lip. She grips his shoulder, finding her balance as she starts to rise and fall above him.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good baby.”

Typically, Elliot would be the one using pet names. He thinks she must have really been missing him today, assumes that he can probably get away with being a little more mushy than she’d allowed in the past few months. Her acceptance of his acts of love depended on the day; mostly, she wanted to keep things uncomplicated. They were cordial when exchanging Noah, the picture of a functioning divorced couple when their teams worked together, and when she called him over late at night, he was just scratching an itch. But what was once a circumstance of comfort, was slowly finding its way back to being a love galore.

“You missed me, baby?”

“Shut up Elliot.”

He’d misjudged her mood, this wasn’t ‘love me’ Liv. This was definitely ‘fuck me’ Liv. Her other hand joins the one now behind his neck as she uses him for leverage to bounce harder and faster.

“Just fuck me, okay?”

“That,” he smirks, “I can do.”

He scoots lower on the sofa, planting his booted feet firmly on the ground to drive up into her. Quickly, the sound of his thighs smacking against her ass resounds around them and she’s moaning softly in his ear. By nature, she was loud, but she had great self control. She’d never risk letting anyone catch them in the act here, not even when he was hitting every spot within her like a symphony floating through all four of its movements.

Her breath catches in her throat, the marble of him pistoning up into her and his rough hands lift to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples pebble under his touch and he wishes that he could pop these buttons to free them, suck them into his mouth, roll them between his teeth just how she liked. But when she clenches around his dick, he forgets everything except the feel of her pussy pulling him in like she wanted him to stay there forever. Every time she sinks down onto him it feels like she’s trying to drain him of everything he has, his balls draw closer to his body, preparing to empty and fill her.

He grips the back of her neck, pulling her farther down so that the angle of him driving into her shifts. Her arms wrap tighter around his neck and she presses her open lips to the shell of his ear.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Keep doing that.”

She was right there on the edge of that cliff, ready to tumble over any moment now. She starts whimpering with every thrust, lips pressing together in a failed attempt to keep the sounds in.

He bares his teeth, going harder until he pushes and she pulls and they’re finally released from the desperate grip of arousal. He forces a few more lazy thrusts, prolonging this state of temporary euphoria until it becomes too much in tandem with her nails digging into the base of his neck.

Her forehead falls to rest on her forearm still wrapped around him. They’re breathing in sync, bodies molded to one another with the give and take. But she doesn’t stay for long, languidly extracting herself from his firm hold to stand and correct her clothing.

He stays rooted, watching her flutter about, raking her fingers through her hair and pulling her discarded underwear from the space between the cushions to slip them back on.

“Elliot, get up.” She nudges his knee. “Come on, before everyone gets back.”

He sighs, wishing that he could stay here watching her all day. Or take her home and do it all again.

“I feel used,” he feigns hurt, standing to pull his pants up. “But I kinda liked it.”

“Just ‘kinda’?”

He walks toward her slowly, slipping his belt through the final loop. She backs away from him knowing that this could easily turn into another round of sex they weren’t supposed to be having for so many different reasons. The backs of her thighs hit the desk so she has nowhere else to go, trapping her between it and him. He steps into her space, placing his hands on either side of her on the desk, forcing her to sit.

“You know that I could never just ‘kinda’ like anything about you. I live for everything that is Olivia.”

The look in his eyes is smoldering and she feels the tiny sparks starting in her lower belly again. They can’t do this right now, someone on her team would be back at any moment.

“Didn’t think you still checked my location,” he says.

“I don’t… normally. I just needed to know if it was worth texting you so I didn’t waste my time.”

“You wound me,” he places his hand over his heart.

“I have a lot to do, that’s all.”

“I know, I know,” he places his hands on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I’m just teasing.”

“Very funny,” she pats his chest. “Now it’s time for you to go.”

“One last thing before I do.”

She cocks her head to the side, lifting a brow.

“Share your location with me again.”

“Elliot,” her hands slide down his chest, gently pushing him back so she can stand.

“C’mon, just put my mind at ease,” he watches her with that intense look that’s always unnerved her. “Plus, it’s unfair that you can see mine but I can’t see yours.”

“You sound like a child, Elliot.”

“Please,” he pouts his lips, going for cute but failing in her eyes.

She huffs, moving to lift her cell off of the desk. After a few seconds of clicking the screen, she places the device down again.

“There. Don’t make me regret it.”

He fixes his mouth to make a sarcastic comment when a loud knock sounds at the door before the person tries to open it, unsuccessful as the door is locked. Fin calls from the other side, “Liv, you in there?”

“Do I look okay,” she whispers, fingers fluffing her hair and she smoothes her dress down again.

“Perfect,” he moves toward the door while still facing her. “Me?”

She gives him a thumbs up then picks up the papers closest to her, pretending to skim through them. Elliot opens the door.

“What’s up, Fin?” He puts his hand up for a fist bump but her sergeant just shakes his head with a smirk.

“Divorce couldn’t even stop you two, huh?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Elliot says as he slips out of the door. “Later Liv.”

“Bye, Elliot.”

She avoids Fin’s eye contact for as long as possible until he clears his throat. “So, uh, how long has that been going on?” He gestures between her and the door that Elliot’s just left through.

“What? Him helping me with cases?” She places the file down and adjusts her glasses, pushing them up her nose with her middle finger. “That’s never stopped.”

“Yeah, okay. With the blinds shut and the door locked. I’m afraid to even touch anything.”

“Fin, did you need something?” She looks pointedly at him.

“Nah, just wanted to know what was going on in here.” And he walks back out to the squad room.

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Elliot’s phone vibrates in his pocket as he looks over Jet’s shoulder, completely befuddled by the coding that she types in. He happily retrieves it knowing that he’ll never understand the young woman’s impressive hacking process.

He looks down at the screen to see Olivia’s name, turning immediately to walk down the steps and flee. He swipes up to open their thread and can’t help the way his heart flutters at her message.

O: Come home and cuddle.

Home. He wonders if it’s an accident or truly how she feels.

She knew just how much that word meant to him. Home wasn’t just her place or his, it was her, wherever she was. It was where he longed to be since the day that he’d met her.

It made him want to leave everything behind and remain only in her presence until the day that he died.

After spending so much time apart, sneaking around her place, and waking in separate beds, the invitation meant so much more. This is what he’d begged her for, coming back to his family full time.

“Heading out,” he calls over his shoulder. “Call me if you need me, but try not to need me tonight.”

“I don’t even want to know what that’s alluding to,” Jet deadpans.

He swipes his jacket from the back of his chair as he walks by, jogging up the few steps to Ayanna’s office.

“Hey, boss. I’m done for the night.”

She looks over her glasses at him, furrowing her brows.

“Everything alright? You look like you’re in a rush.”

“All good,” he smiles.

She stares at him for a moment longer before finally cracking a smile of her own.

“Tell her I said ‘hello’.”

“Her who?”

He tries and fails to stop his grin from getting wider.

“Oh please, you’ve been smiling at your phone for weeks and running off every time you get a text. At least one of us is getting some.”

“Hm. Guess I haven’t been as discreet as she’d like.”

“Sounds like a certain high ranking officer I know.”

“Okay,” he says quickly. “Goodnight, Sarge.”

“Night, detective.”

She chuckles to herself as she watches him practically running.

He uses his key to enter, quietly closing and locking the door behind himself. He slips out of his shoes, padding through the dark apartment, only stopping to check on his son.

Noah’s curls peek out from under his blanket, his light snores barely audible in the quiet room. He wants to go to him, place a kiss on his forehead, but he won’t risk waking him. The boy would wonder why he was here so late and Olivia had been adamant about keeping their relationship from him.

For now.

He settles for pulling his door shut, not closing it completely to eliminate any noise. Making his way to Olivia’s bedroom, he slips out of his jacket, laying it across the bench at the bottom of her bed when he enters.

The tv is on with the sound muted, proverbially watching her instead of the other way around. She’s asleep on her side with her arms curled around a pillow in his absence, the blanket nestled between her thighs.

For as long as he’s known her, she’s had trouble falling asleep and staying asleep. Whether she couldn’t get comfortable or quiet her mind, felt too wired or uneasy, there was always something plaguing her slumber.

Because of that, he’s gotten used to finding her in a variety of positions, much like tonight. With her one leg above the blanket and a pillow behind her back, she must’ve needed to feel secure, hence his summoning, but she’d become overheated.

He double checks that her bedroom door is locked, then unclips his badge and gun to place on her dresser. He undoes his belt before stripping down to his underwear, folding his clothes neatly in a pile beside his jacket, and climbing into bed.

She feels the mattress dip, startling awake before instantly calming at the sight of him.

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” she allows him to extract the pillow from her hold, placing her arms around his waist instead. “I tried to wait up.”

“Damn traffic held me up,” his fingers run up and down her arm. “Figured there wouldn’t be any at this time of night..”

“It’s Manhattan, there’s always traffic somewhere.”

“That’s true.”

“I shouldn’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Texting you to come over, I’m sure Ayanna doesn’t appreciate me stealing you away.”

“You can’t steal what’s yours,” he kisses the top of her head. “Speaking of Ayanna, she says hi.”

“What do you mean she says hi,” she lifts up to look him in the eyes. “Don’t tell me you told her.”

“I didn’t have to, she figured it out.”

“Oh my God,” her head falls back to the pillow.

“Is it really that bad? I mean, we did say we wouldn’t sneak around anymore.”

“I know but that doesn’t mean that I want everyone knowing that I’ve been calling you to come fuck me all this time.”

“I’d prefer that to them thinking you’re fucking someone else.”

“Of course you would.”

“Can’t fault a man for being in love.”

“Hm,” she slips fully under the cover, rolling over to lay her body on top of his. “I guess I can’t.”

She rests her head on her folded arms, eyes closed as his large hands slip under her shirt, massaging her back. He’s content with her above him, the weight of her body a comforting anchor.

“Your son knows that you’ve been sneaking in here at night.”

“What? How?”

“Says he smells you in the morning,” she says. “Plus, he saw your ring in my bathroom a few days ago.”

“He smells me,” he laughs.

“You do have a very specific smell.”

“Really? What’s it like?”

“I can’t describe it right now,” her arms move to circle his head. She snuggles into his neck, taking a deep breath. “But I love it.”

She feels a hand slip under the waistband of her satin shorts, gently squeezing her bottom.

“We’re supposed to be cuddling,” she mumbles.

“You’re on top of me, breathing against my neck, and you’re doing that scalp scratching thing. And your ass looked so good when I came in, I can’t help myself.”

She hums against his ear, continuing to lightly scratch his bald head.

“I was trying to help you relax.”

She was clearly having the opposite effect on him, he was already hardening under her heated center. Her natural instinct was to lazily roll her hips and place gentle kisses to the side of his face.

The hand in her shorts slides further down, cupping her through her underwear. Her lips reach the corner of his as she cups his cheeks, pecking until their lips align.

He lets her lead, slow and soft as she grinds above him. He pulls his hand free, using both to rub from her thighs up to her waist and back, following her sway.

She pulls back only slightly, hands still encasing his face as her hips pause and she looks down at him, biting her lip.

“I think we should talk to Noah,” she says. “Tell him that he’ll be seeing more of you around the house.”

“Does that mean you want to get back together… officially?”

“I— That means that I’d like you around more. Not just at night… for sex.”

“I’d like that, too.”

“Good.”

She kisses him again before moving off of him, sliding her shorts and underwear down. He does the same, then waits, hands flat, palms up under the blanket until she climbs back on top of him.

He’s hard beneath her; arms, abs, thighs, and cock. She settles, his erection nestled between her wet lips as she starts to grind again.

“I wanna come home, Liv.”

Her head tilts down, eyes trained on his, but her hips never falter.

“Four nights a week,” she whispers. “To start.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But for tonight, let’s do what we know best.”

She reaches behind her, gently grasping his dick in her hand, guiding him to her entrance before leaning back and letting him slip inside.

Her inhale is long, her exhale swift. Her bottom lip stays between her teeth, his hands grip at her hips, holding steady while she rocks back and forth.

His lids are already low, but he’s sure to watch her like she’s giving a masterclass, eyes never straying from some part of her body. She tips her head back, moaning softly as her lips fall open, enamored by the feeling of fullness he always provided.

Her hands slide from his chest to his forearms, keeping his hands on her as she rides him slowly.

“Hmmm,” she hums. “I miss you, El.”

“I’m right here, baby.”

“Come home.”

“I will, I promise. Nowhere I’d rather be, mama.”

He plants his heels in the mattress, stroking up into her and it makes her nails dig into his skin. Her breath hitches, he’s pushing deeper, pulling her down as he thrusts up.

Her nipples pebble beneath her matching satin cami, the fabric molding to her like another layer of skin. On another night, he would’ve lifted her top off, letting his hands travel up her torso until they fit heavily in his palms. On a night that he came in to find her awake, restless, in need of a little more, he would’ve.

But tonight he’d woken her. She was tired, her fingers already skimming across the smooth skin of her pelvis, dipping down to circle her clit and finish this.

He isn’t quite there but he can be, knows what to do to get himself off with her. Often the sight of her coming undone was enough for him, tonight would be no different.

“Gonna come for me, Liv?”

“Yeah,” she says a little too loudly.

“Shhh, don’t wake our boy.”

“Shit, sorry. Just so full baby.”

“I know baby, keep rubbing that clit and come for me. I need you to come for me, okay?”

“Mmhmm, I’m right here.”

The pace of her hips quickens along with her fingers and in a few seconds she’s folding in on herself, her jaw drops but she releases no sound. Her hand slaps against his chest, holding her up as her fingers continue to work herself over, prolonging the intensity of her orgasm.

His fingers dig into her, though he tries to be gentle through his own body tensing, his toes curling into the mattress.

She’s contracting around him and the light of the tv behind her makes her look so majestic that he doesn’t need much more. He draws his head back, pressing down into the pillow just as he spills inside of her.

For a few minutes, only heavy breathing fills the room. In the next few, he’s soft and slipping from within her. Finally, he opens his eyes and crooks his neck to see her eyes still closed.

“Liv,” he whispers.

But she doesn’t respond.

Her cheek is flat against his chest and her hands rest haphazardly on either side of them.

She’d fallen asleep.

He uses a finger to move her hair out of her face, kissing the top of her head before closing his eyes to follow her to her dreams.