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“Babe? I just don’t know about this dress.”
Olivia’s voice carried out through their bedroom and into their kitchen where Elliot stood, dressed and ready to go.
“Honey I’m sure you look amazing, plus we have to go,” he called back, double checking his pocket for his wallet and snagging his glasses from Nate’s hands when he held them out.
The click of her heels in the hallway was followed by the clatter of those same glasses to the floor.
“It’s too busty,” she groaned in response to his reaction. “I’m changing,” she nodded, turning on her heel and marching back to their room.
He took off in a sprint after her, and caught her just as she stepped through the door frame of their bedroom.
“Uh uh uh,” he said, spinning her in his arms and gripping her biceps so he could hold her steady while he drank her in. “You look…”
“Inappropriate for a gala.”
“Smoking hot,” he corrected. “Plus, it’s not NYPD so this is completely acceptable.”
“There’s still gonna be NYPD there…”
“Baby you’re a chief… let them talk,” he cooed, taking a step towards her and pressing their bodies flush.
“El…” she sighed.
“Okay, okay.. do you feel uncomfortable?”
Chewing lightly on her lip, she desperately tried to hide her smile as his grew.
“No,” she finally answered. “I feel incredible.”
“You look it,” he growled, trailing his fingers down her straight, smooth hair.
“Yeah?” She mumbled, puffing out her chest ever so slightly.
“Uh huh,” he nodded, rolling his hips into her’s.
“You really think I look okay?” She asked softly, looking up to him with just her big, brown eyes.
“Baby, are you kidding me,” he asked, stepping back and holding her hand up so she could twirl. “Look at you… the hair, the make up… those tits,” he mumbled, pulling her back sharply to him and dipping his head to her exposed cleavage. “Fuck…”
“Don’t get me worked up before we have to go,” she mumbled against his bald head as his beard scraped the soft skin of her breasts.
“Don’t wanna know my pain?”
“Hmph,” she mumbled, stepping back and adjusting his purple tie when he lifted his head. “We gotta go.”
“Hey wait,” he said, holding onto her arm so should couldn’t go far and pulling her back into him. “I have something for you.”
“Is it your cock?” She deadpanned, and he laughed loudly, shaking his head.
“No honey,” he promised, pulling out a box from his pocket and holding it up to her.
“What’s this?”
“Just a little something,” he shrugged. “Cause I love you.”
“I like small boxes,” she winked.
“I remember,” he nodded, opening it to reveal a dainty necklace with four, diamond encrusted letters.
“Elliot,” she whispered, staring in awe at it. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Will look even better on ya,” he said, taking it from box and spinning her so he could put it on her.
Sweeping her hair to the side, he placed a soft kiss to her neck and fasted the small clasp before resuming his kisses.
“Gotta go,” she reminded him breathlessly.
“Gimme a minute,” he nodded, dropping his hand to his crotch and squeezing for some relief.
She chuckled, turning swiftly and making a show of sauntering out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where her babies were waiting.
“Be good for Noah, okay?” She instructed Nate and Ellie who were on the floor playing with cars.
It was their big brother’s first time babysitting, and Elliot and Olivia were rightfully nervous, but Noah was confident as ever.
“Mom they’ll be great,” he drawled from the kitchen as Nate nodded.
“Yah momma we aways dood,” Nate smiled.
“Mhm!” Ellie cheesed.
“They’ll be fine,” Elliot echoed as he emerged from their room.
“You’re more nervous than mom,” Noah cracked. “Don’t pretend.”
“My boy,” Liv laughed, air high-fiving him.
“Have fun tonight,” Noah waved, ushering them out of the apartment after hugs and kisses to the two babies. “I’ll call if I need you.”
“But we be good!” Nate reiterated from the living room.
“Yup!” Ellie agreed.
“Alright, alright,” El nodded, kissing his son’s head. “Love you.”
“Love you, baby, thank you!” Liv said after kissing his cheek.
“Love you, byyyyye,” he called, shutting the door and clicking the lock once they both were outside the apartment.
“That happened too fast,” El grumbled, running a hand through his beard.
“Tell me about it,” she mumbled, turning on her heels. “You ready?”
“To walk into a Gala with my smoke show wife? Uh yeah, babe, I’m ready.”
“Easy boy,” she giggled, taking his hand and walking to the direction of their car.
“Holy shit,” Amanda muttered to Carisi, eyes wide as she watched Elliot and Olivia enter the event space to a slew of flash photography.
“What?” Carisi asked, mouthful of appetizers as he shot a glance over his shoulder, doing a double take.
“Damn mama let the girls out tonight!” An already tipsy Pheobe cheered from behind Fin.
“What the hell are they, headed to fashion week or a city gala?” He grumbled as he waved them over. “Damn Stabler, always making me look bad.”
“It’s too much,” Liv said, once she was close enough to hug Amanda.
“Absolutely not, you guys look amazing!”
She blushed and nodded to Elliot.
“Get us a drink?”
Leaning down to peck her lips, he nodded before turning to the boys and dragging them over to the bar with him.
“I hope you got a hotel tonight,” Phoebe sang.
“Noooo,” Liv chuckled, moderately embarrassed. “It’s Noah’s first time watching the babies alone. I’ll be surprised if we even stay the whole night tonight!”
“Noah will be fine,” Amanda reminded her for the hundredth time. “Let loose tonight! Me and Dom can drive you guys home and make sure the kids are okay if you wanna have a little fun,” she winked.
“Amanda, it’s concerning how you constantly think we’re exhibitionists,” she laughed softly, shivering when the return of the boys was signaled by her husbands large hand on the small of her back and his breath in her ear.
“Got you scotch. Didn’t think you’d like the wine selection.”
“Trying to get me drunk, Stabler?” She asked through a smile, keeping her eyes trained past Amanda to where several chiefs were approaching her.
“Trying to get you to loosen up… maybe let the girls come out to play.”
“You have no idea how much boob tape I have on, honey,” she said, signaling the approaching crew to give her one moment before looking up to her husband.
“Uh huh… any other tape I should know about?”
“Nope,” she said firmly, slyly slipping her hand into the pocket of his suit pants to deposit a sliver of deep purple lace that matched his tie. “Nothing else either. Now, be a good boy, go bid on a few items, and then find us a quiet corner where we won’t be interrupted while I finish my drink and chat with these vultures.”
“You’re the devil,” he responded simply, dipping his head to kiss the corner of her mouth and waving at the waiting group.
It was an hour before she found him again, hunched in the corner at a high top table that was far too short for him.
“I did exactly what you asked, and then some,” he nodded as she approached.
“Oh?”
“Mhm. Spent all our money, let your boss introduce me to too many people, found a very quiet spot, and took full advantage of the open bar and the endless supply of finger foods.”
“My man,” she giggled softly, leaning up to kiss him. “Wanna get out of here?”
“More than you know,” he smiled. “I talked to Noah when you were talking to the press- babies fell asleep just fine and he was going to bed too.”
“The press,” she laughed. “It’s two reporters and some volunteer photographers.”
“Sounds like press to me,” he winked, gripping her bicep and leading her out of the function hall before anyone could stop them.
“Where we going?” She asked, raising a brow when he began leading her to the front door instead of the side that connected to the parking garage.
“I might have snuck away and booked a room,” he winked, pulling a key card from his front pocket as he led her two buildings down to a hotel room.
“Elliot,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Noah is home alone with the babies!”
“Dickie went over,” he admitted finally, smiling small. “Noah got bored.”
“Thank god for bring brothers,” she chuckled as they entered the warm hotel lobby. “So, we staying the night and walk of shaming in the morning?”
“Is it a walk of shame if we’re married?”
“Yes!” She exclaimed, laughing when he shrugged and dragged her towards the elevator.
“You’re sure Noah is okay?” She asked breathlessly as they fumbled into the hotel room and attached themselves to the closest wall.
“Uh huh,” he nodded, flipping on the nearest light and pulling her dress down, gasping softly as her breasts sprang free.
“You liar,” he mumbled, taking a mouthful of her already peaked nipple.
“I know… no boob tape, but it was so hard to get them just right, I didn’t want you to mess them up,” she said through breathy moans that sent shivers his spine and made his hips buck.
His tongue laved diligently at one nipple while his skilled fingers rolled the other one, pinching and pulling until she was arching off the wall and into him, desperate for pressure on her throbbing clit.
Expertly switching his attention with his mouth, he used his free hand to hike her dress up as best as he could, shoving his knee upwards so she could grind helplessly against it.
“Elliot I need you to fuck me,” she pleaded softly, dragging his head from her tits to her mouth.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “Where?”
“Dont fucking care,” she nodded, reaching between them for his pants zipper and ripping it and his buttons free.
Breaking them free of the wall’s support, he took the few steps to the bed and plopped her down, pulling his weeping cock free of its confines while she hiked up her dress further.
She watched as he licked two fingers and ran his hands down her already soaking folds, shuddering when her pussy clenched around nothing.
“Baby, now,” she whined, grunting softly when he hiked her high-heeled foot up over his shoulder and sunk into her, inch by inch, studying her face as he stretched her.
“Olivia,” he exhaled as her face contorted and she clenched down on her.
“So good,” she mumbled. “So big and good.”
“God I’ve been waiting to be in you all night,” he groaned, turning his head and gently pressing a kiss to the ankle that had given her so much grief.
“This dress cost a lot of money,” she gasped as he snapped his hips.
“Worth every penny,” he nodded, dropping a hand to her dress-clad belly that was bucking off of the bed. “Stay still, baby,” he mumbled, putting pressure down and reaching his thumb to rub her clit.
“Elliot!”
“Fuck, Olivia,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth into the soft skin of her leg as he slowed his thrusts and kept his circles slow and tight on her clit. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby… I don’t wanna come yet,” he mumbled, pulling out and stepping back to shed his expensive jacket, shirt, and tie.
“No,” she whined, pouting at the loss of contact.
“Just for a minute ‘fore I embarrass myself,” he growled, sinking to his knees before her and burying his bearded mouth and chin in her quivering cunt.
“Oh!” She gasped, reaching for his head to keep him in place as his fingers filled her and his lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck.
“Fuck,” she squealed. “R-right there!!"
He groaned against her, curling his fingers upward in a come hither motion that made her fall apart. Her entire body bucked upwards as she came, tensing before releasing with a cry of his name and falling back helplessly on the bed.
He was up and back between her legs immediately, pushing into her tight, sensitive cunt as her breathing refused to slow, especially at the intrusion.
She reached up for him, pulling his cum-soaked beard and lips down to her’s and tangling them together immediately, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips.
“Put a baby in me,” she mumbled.
“Yeah?” He whispered, and she nodded, crying out when he snapped his hips forward.
“You want to have my baby?”
“Yes, El,” she begged softly.
“Fuck, Liv… I wanna see you pregnant,” he said into her mouth. “See you walking around with my baby in your belly… fucking knowing I did that.”
“Too old,” she said, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.
“Not too old,” he shook his head, speeding up his thrusts as her face contorted in pleasure. “Never too old.”
“I’m cumming,” she gasped, clenching around him and tightening her grip on his back. “Fuck!”
“Ungh,” he groaned, slamming himself into her one final time and releasing a flood of cum into her clenching cunt.
“Baby,” she gasped, holding onto him tightly as he relaxed atop of her before rolling them to the side, his softening cock slipping free, allowing their combined fluids to drip down her leg.
“I told you before,” he whispered. “Say the word and I’ll make a baby happen for you.”
“I love that about you,” she promised, nuzzling his chest.
“I love you… you’re such a good mom, our kids are so damn lucky.”
“I love them…”
“S’ok to wish… told you that. Doesn’t diminish your love.”
Yawning, she nodded slowly and sunk further into his arms.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and out of this dress.”
“Mhm,” she nodded with a playful pout, sitting up with his help and allowing him to undress her the rest of the way and get her settled under the covers.
He quickly disappeared, reappearing just a moment later with a warm wash cloth and not more clothes himself.
She hissed softly when he pressed it between her legs, cleaning her gently before tossing it aside and crawling in bed next to her.
“You in menopause fully?” He asked casually.
“Still pre… still getting my period,” she shrugged.
“Hmph,” he said into her hair, exhaling slowly.
“Maybe we get lucky.”
“We are lucky.”
“Luckier,” he corrected, and she giggled through a yawn.
“Goodnight baby.”
“Night my love.”
“Thank you again for my necklace.”
“I’d do anything for ya, love.”
The double entendre wasn’t lost on her, and she leaned up to kiss him again.
“Love you, Elliot.”
Liv woke slowly the next morning, snuggling more closely into the heavy hotel duvet and reaching a hand out to the empty spot next to her.
“El?” She hummed softly, rolling over to look for him.
He was stood by the large picture window that over looked the city, sweats slug low on his hips with coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.
“The NYPD’s golden girl Chief Olivia Benson-Stabler stunned in a black dress adorned with gold bars and a bag picked out by her oldest daughters as a Christmas gift,” he read with a proud smile on his face.
Groaning softly, she pulled the blankets over her head, giggling as he continued.
“The former Guardian Ad Litem Woman of the Year completed her stunning ensemble with hip readers and a necklace, gifted to her by her husband, former NYPD Detective Elliot Stabler.”
“Are you done?” She asked, flipping the blankets off her head with a shy grin.
“‘My husband actually just surprised me with this!’ Exclaimed Chief Benson-Stabler when asked about the dainty piece. ‘It’s our four youngest kid’s initials, three of which we adopted. Our middle boys kinda understand what this is and why it’s important, so we’re glad to be supporting such a special cause that hits so close to home.’”
“Ellllllllll,” she sang, pulling down the blankets more to expose her bare breasts.
“Almost done,” he winked, continuing. “The three youngest Benson-Stablers are adopted, which motivates their parent’s work with GAL. ‘We strive to be good examples and help them understand just how lucky we are that we found them. Our kids are everything to us, and we’re just thrilled to be their mom and dad.’”
“All done?” She asked, rolling her head towards him with a smile.
“I love you. You know that?” He asked as he set his phone and coffee down on the nightstand.
“May have told me a time or two,” she winked, sitting up and pulling him to the bed where she hooked her thumbs in his sweats and pushed them down.
“We should totally adopt like… 40 more kids,” he nodded as his semi hard cock sprang free from its confines. “Or look into IVF or something.”
“Hey baby?”
“We’d need a bigger house but I just don’t think we’re done.”
“Baby.”
“Maybe we could do both,” he gasped.
“Elliot!”
“Hm?” He asked, looking down at her as she kissed his growing head.
“Stop talking?”
“Oh shit… sorry. Yes, Chief,” he groaned softly as she enveloped him.