Ask and you shall receive. We go up to M here. So, don't read at the gym. Or in a meeting. Or around nosey people who like to look over your shoulder. You know what? Maybe just don't read it.

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It's hardly possible that her body has changed dramatically in the time since he's been allowed to touch her, but that doesn't stop him from thoroughly exploring every curve and crevice of her olive skin as she lays bare before him.

Before, there was an urgency that propelled the actions that took them from his living room to the bedroom. A line of clothes now dotted the path they'd taken as they both succumbed to a desperate need to reconnect.

Now, even though there's not an inch of skin that he's not made himself intimately familiar with over the past year and a half, he moves slowly, eager to determine whether licking the skin behind her ear still makes her whimper; whether she's still ticklish behind her knees; whether she tastes the same when beads of sweat pool in the hollow of her throat.

Her body may not have changed, but they have, and he takes it upon himself to rediscover every last one of her spots. He can't help it; not when she's so responsive, gratifying every caress with a needful sigh, her body writhing and arching into his as she tries to retain enough cognitive function to touch him back, to inflict as much pleasure upon him as he is on her.

But then he pins both of her hands above her head with one of his own and she groans wantonly.

Olivia Benson is a woman in control—in life & in bed. Yet, with Ed, she finds the concession of that control just as satisfying, maybe even more so.

He has learned her. He knows just what to do and when, to send her soaring.

Enjoying the tender but passionate manipulation of her body by his fingers, lips and tongue, she relaxes under his grip until, sensing her body slackening from the pleasure, he nips at the sensitive skin of her breast. When her whole body jolts in surprise, she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her heated flesh.

"Ed," she whimpers, eyes falling shut as she feels his responding hum. "Let me touch you."

"Not yet," he husks. He releases her hands, though, migrating down her body and tasting the skin of her stomach with his tongue, dipping the wet muscle into her bellybutton and blowing on it, making her shudder.

"Fuck," she breathes. She shuts her eyes tight when he nudges her legs apart, settling on his stomach between them. Her hands find the back of his head, but it's not to push or pull—just to feel.

Eyeing her up her body, he trails kisses from one hipbone across to the other before moving his lips inward, slowing his already glacial pace.

Ed pauses, just long enough to make her open her eyes and look down at him, her chest heaving as she pants, overcome with desire.

Their eyes lock and he lowers his lips to the top of her sex, just over her clit, which throbs almost painfully for attention. Pulling back, Ed smirks when her hips lift from the bed, searching for his mouth.

"Ed," she gasps. "I can't…"

"What do you need?" he asks innocently, kissing the tops of her thighs as his fingers trail lightly over her lower legs and the insides of her knees.

Olivia throws her head back into the pillows, gulping in air before pulling Ed up by his shoulders, her fingers struggling to find purchase with the sheen of sweat that covers his reddened skin.

"With you," she huffs dazedly as his body settles over her once again. "I wanna do this together." She reaches between them, wrapping her hand around his length and Ed gasps at the contact, his body trembling with barely restrained arousal. Olivia smirks when his head drops to her shoulder, glad to have the upper hand again, and continues to stroke him expertly.

"You okay?" she whispers, pressing her lips to his ear and lightly biting the lobe.

Panting, Ed nods against her. "Feels so good," he grunts.

Olivia hums, smiling when he lifts his head to meet her eyes.

It's like no time has passed at all, and yet, they are both keenly aware of what it took to get here. She had to lose him to realize that what they had was what she'd been waiting for her whole life.

He had to let her go to get her back.

"You ready?" he asks her, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

She just nods, widening her legs to accommodate and bracing herself for his entrance. Her fingers clench against his sides and she groans, feeling him fill her again, wondering how she ever could've thought, even for a second, that they weren't meant to be together, that she could be without him once she'd known what it was like—not just this physical part, but the emotional as well.

"Okay?" Ed breathes, nuzzling her cheek as he held himself stationary above her.

"Never better." She swallows, shifting her legs around him as her breaths come more quickly. "But I'm gonna need you to move. Now."

Blissfully, she has to wait only seconds before he does, and she can't keep her eyes open against the onslaught of sensations that attack her body with every thrust he makes into her.

"Oh," she whimpers, biting her lip and tossing her head from side to side as he easily finds a particularly erogenous spot inside her.

"Yeah?" he pants.

Olivia nods wordlessly, smiling at him briefly before her face contorts in pleasure again.

It's perfect, she's perfect, and he keeps his eyes on her the whole time, savoring the chance he never thought he'd get again to be with her like this. When she comes, her inner muscles clenching so tightly around him he can't move, her back arches into him and a strangled cry rips ferociously from her throat, her hips continuing their movement practically of their own accord as she rides out her orgasm and coaxes him into his.

Moments later, he lays on top of her, spent. His face is tucked into her neck and her arms wrapped securely around him, sweat acting as glue holding their bodies together in all the places where skin meets skin.

"I missed that," she whispers.

"Mm," he hums in agreement. "You are somethin' else."

"Yours." Olivia smiles, running her fingertips through the short hairs at the back of his neck. "I'm yours," she says softly, "if you'll still have me."

Ed hears the trepidation in her voice and lifts himself to meet her eyes, resting his weight on his forearms. "I thought we covered this. I'm not goin' anywhere."

"I know that," she concedes. "But still. I hurt you."

"We've both made mistakes," he says, brushing his fingers through the matted hair at her temple. "Those are in the past." He kisses her neck before sliding his lips along her collarbone. "Now, we have the future to look forward to."

"The future," she repeats wistfully, arching to give his mouth more room to maneuver across her skin once again.

The word conjures visions of times and places beyond this moment, of the two of them making a life together with Noah, and she feels the sting of tears at how happy her son will be to have his Tuck back after all this time.

Then, somehow anticipating her next thought, he stops, sliding back up to her body until they're nose to nose, his bright blue eyes poring over her face.

"You have to get home, don't you?"

Putting a hand on his bicep, she cranes her neck to the side to see the clock on his bedside table. 7:40.

She turns back to face him, her hand sliding up his shoulder to pull him down to meet her lips. "If we hurry," she murmurs against his mouth, "we can get back to my place before Lucy puts him down." She kisses him again, and just hearing her refer to them as we is enough to make his heart swell. At her next statement, it nearly bursts. "I know a little boy who's going to be very happy to see you."

"I missed him, Liv," Ed replies softly. He smiles, but she can see the emotion in his eyes.

"He's missed you, too," she says, running her hands down his back to rest at his hips. "So, go get some clothes together for a couple days," her voice carries a suggestive lilt as she squeezes his sides, "And we'll go back to my place."

"And then?"

She smiles at him, tracing his bottom lip with the tip of her thumb. "And then…we figure the rest out as we go. Together."

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