The Games We Play

3:27am found Olivia grogily clammering to find her offensively loud phone.

Even half dead to the world, she already knew it would either be Cragan or Elliot.

Preferably Cragan, because El would just take the fact that he was being woken up, out on her. And she was too tired to deal with it.

Eyes still shut, she grasped the phone and shoved it to her ear.

"Benson."

"Liv wake up, we got a vic."

"Well good morning to you too, El."

"It's not morning Liv, the fucking sun isn't up."

"Should I make coffee?"

"No, I'm almost there and bring some with me."

Before I could even say 'Okay', Elliot had hung up on her.

Dreading the long day that she knew was ahead of her, Olivia dragged herself from the couch.

She had fallen asleep watching 'Brigadoon'.

She would never tell anyone this, but Olivia would spend free time lounged out, watching any movie that would remind her of Elliot. Or really anything where she could imagine them in the parts together.

Shedding her clothes on the way to the shower, leaving a trail of laundry throughout the apartment.

Olivia knew she needed to hurry.

Quickly scrubbing herself clean, lathering and rinsing her hair, she hopped out of the shower quickly.

She reached for a towel, only to realize it was still laying on her dresser.

"Dammit", she muttered.

Olivia padded out of the bathroom, dripping water as she went.

"Oh fucking shit."

She froze briefly before recognizing the voice and rushing into her bedroom.

"What the hell Elliot!?" she called while rummaging through her dresser, throwing on whatever she could to quickly cover herself.

Not thinking clearly, except that he wanted to immediately say anything to make the situation better, he rushed in after her.

"Oh fuck."

He had to turn away from her.

Not because he wanted to be a gentleman, but because his pants had gotten uncomfortably tight.

First, he had seen her completely naked. And, truth be told, she had the best fucking body he has ever seen.

He felt like an ass for thinking it, but the woman currently in his bed, his damn wife to be exact, didn't hold a damn candle to the goddess that was his partner.

Then, he had now seen her in what could only be described as the luckiest fucking pieces of baby pink lace on the planet.

Yes, Elliot had always noticed that her skin was beautiful, but the way the color of her bra and panties looked against her toned, deep olive skin, is that caused his dick to go into overdrive.

"Elliot, what the fuck? Did you not get a good enough view the first time?"

"Oh I got a great view."

He finally looked up, only to realize that he could see her in the mirror.

She was now dressed, and staring at him with her arms crossed. A mixture of shock and….what? He wasn't quite sure.

"Liv, I-I'm sorry. I really didn't see that much."

Seeing the disbelief written all over her face, he had to lie better.

"Really. Just a…maybe an ass cheek."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. Did Elliot really think he was that great of a liar? He was an open book. Well, at least to her he was.

Deciding to play with him a little, just to see when he would call chicken, she decided to call his bluff.

"So you didn't see anything?"

Something in her voice made his dick twitch.

He was still standing somewhat away from her. Making sure she couldn't see how easily he would forget the fact that he was married.

"So you didn't see anything you liked?"

Olivia could barely contain the smile that threatened her face when Elliot's eyes literally grew almost too big for his face.

"Please tell me you're joking." She has to be joking.

She took a few steps closer to him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?"

Elliot was forced to fully face her. He gulped, trying to quickly access the situation.

Olivia had gotten closer, unfastening the last button.

Elliot didn't know what to do. Sure he had dreams of this happening, but even in his wildest ones, he never thought this would actually happen.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. Something changed. She was just trying to mess with him. She had honestly thought that he would start laughing and tell her it was time to go.

But it changed when she saw the dark look in his eyes and the sizable bulge in his pants.

Deciding to push her luck, Olivia seductively opened her blouse, letting it slip off her shoulders, falling to the floor.

Elliot couldn't think straight. Show a man a pair of tits, and all functional thought flies out the window. Show a man Olivia's perfect breasts, and they think they have died and gone to heaven.

He looked up to meet Olivia's eyes, and saw nothing but pure lust.

"Olivia, I'm going to ask this one last time. Are you serious about this?"

As if on auto-pilot, the answer flew out of her mouth without thought.

"Yes."

Elliot's mouth crashed into her's. His hands sliding onto the back of her head, entangling into her still wet hair, keepting her locked onto him.

One kiss had never been so intoxicating. So full of unknown emotion.

Not sure where this would go, Elliot felt the need to test the searing water.

"Fuck…Olvia…we have to go."

Olivia grabbed him through his pants.

"No."

"Oh shit." Elliot roughly moaned out as he ran his hands across her back. Unclasped her pink bra, trailing his hands down her back and grabbing her ass, taking hold of the best ass he's ever seen.

"Hop up, Liv."

Olivia lightly jumped, wrapping her legs around his strong frame.

Sighing in his mouth at the feeling of his kisses and his hand, Olivia nipped at his bottom lip while Elliot kneeded her ass.

Elliot rumbled from deep within his chest as he walked to her bed.

Laying her down, he reached for her bra, pulling it from her body and tossing it across the room.

"God, you're so beautiful."

When Olivia tried to cover herself, felling self-conscience, he quickly stopped her.

"Don't. They are so damn perfect."

Olivia gave a small smile before her face contorted from pleasure as Elliot kissed and licked her taut nipples.

"El!" she gasped, "You're wearing too much clothing."

"I can take care of that."

Elliot leaned back, pulling his shirt off. Olivia stared at his muscular chest as he fumbled with his belt. Finally getting it, she slipped it out of his jeans.

Standing up, Elliot unfastened and pulled both his pants and boxers off.

Olivia licked her lips, which suddenly felt dry.

"Now I see why you're so cocky."

His classic smug smirk played across his face as he bent over, slipping his fingers into her slacks, pulling them off along with her perfect panties.

"Oh God, Liv."

He ran his hands up her legs, leaving tantalizing kisses following them. He paused, looking up at her briefly before plunging two of his strong fingers into her.

Olivia writhed at the contact, "Oh God."

"Fuck Liv, you're so wet. Is this because of me?"

She couldn't believe this was happening. All she could do was nod.

Elliot smirked, opening her folds more, allowing him to freely lick at her soaked center.

"El! Oh…my…oh shit!"

Elliot's tongue lapped any and all juices that seeped from her as he rubbed at her sensitive bundle.

Olivia's hips bucked involuntarily at the pleasure her partner was giving her.

Kissing her inner thigh, he trailed up her glistening body, loving the way her firm, yet soft stomach twitched under his lips.

"Olivia"

"Elliot"

"I need…"

Olivia placed her hands on each side of his face, staring into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

"El, you need to know something," she panted.

Both of their sexes barely touching.

"Liv, I'm in love with you."

She froze.

"Really?"

"Olivia, I fell in love with you years ago."

Tears threated her eyes.

"I love you too, El."

Dropping his forehead to meet hers, Elliot coult literally feel his heart melt at the fact that his perfect woman was in love with his imperfectness.

"El?"

"Yes baby?"

"Make love to me."

"Gladly."

In one swift motion, Elliot plunged into her, causing her to tense and he could see the discomfort in her face.

He wouldn't be surprised if he hurt her a little. She was tighter than he ever imagined.

"Liv, look at me."

Trying to control her breathing, Olivia forced her eyes open to meet his eyes.

"It's okay…keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"Fucking get moving Elliot!"

Keeping a close watch on her face, he began moving at a slow and steady pace within her.

"Oh fuck Liv, you feel so good."

"Harder"

Elliot began hitting slightly harder with slow thrusts.

"Faster" she breathed out.

Seeing that she was no longer in pain, Elliot sat up on his knees, grabbing her thighs and yanking her down roughly, causing his dick to reach even deeper into her.

Olivia's head thrashed back onto her pillow as Elliot rammed into her, hitting spots she hadn't even realized existed.

"Ung…Liv, you're so fucking gorgeous."

"Oh El."

"Mmm, you gotta come baby."

"I'm almost there."

Olivia's hips were bucking to meet Elliot's. No man had ever made her feel this way.

Elliot knew he wasn't going to last. His gut had tightened and he needed Olivia to let go before he did.

Still on his knees, he had easy access, using his thumb to rub tantric circles on her clit, causing her breathing to speed up and her body to move around uncontrollably.

"Oh my…oh shit…oh God, Elliot!"

Olivia screamed his name, not caring who in the building could hear her.

With three more hard and frantic thrusts, Elliot slammed so hard in her that he was sure he had hurt her. His movements stilled, spilling himself, coating her inner walls.

He grunted hoarsly and collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her pillow, giving her feather light kisses along her neck.

"Liv, you need to know I was serious."

"So was I, El." she paused. "What are we going to do?"

"I already know what I'm going to do."

Olivia shifted so she could see his face. "What do you mean?"

"The divorce papers have been signed for a while now. I just have to start getting them processed."

Olivia opened her mouth to say something when both of their cells went off, ruining the moment.

"Oh shit!"

They both scrambled, reaching for their phones.

"Benson"

"Stabler"

"Elliot, you better have a good damn excuse for why our goddamn crime scene is missing two detectives that I know I called up at least forty minutes ago!"

"Cap, I'm sorry, I-"

"Olivia, what is taking so long? Cragan's face is redder than normal. He is pissed!"

"Shit, Brian. Tell him we're on our way."

"We? Is Stabler with you?"

"Not like that. We just had a dissagreement and lost track of time."

Both of them closed their phones and looked at each other.

"We need to hurry, El."

"Yeah I know, listen, Liv, I am very seriously in love with you."

Olivia kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"You already told me that. I love you too."

There was a moment of silence and understanding between them.

"We are so fucked."