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I would like to dedicate this to my ex and the CTA, for giving me the material and extra time respectively.

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Olivia walked through the crowd, her head vibrating with the beat and the liquor in her system. Although she was twice the age of a lot of the women in the place, heads were turning as she passed. She knew she was an attractive woman, and that she often had to mask that for her position with SVU. As she'd gotten older though, she'd let her hair grow and her body soften and she knew that these were merely improvements on an already fabulous formula. She scanned the crowd for someone to own for the night. The latest in a series of casual encounters was barely enough to satisfy her, and she planned to indulge herself tonight.

Ever since Elliot left her, she'd felt an uncontrollable urge to burst out of her skin. She felt as if the last decade had been a fucking lie, and that she might blow a hole through both their heads if she took the time to dwell on it. Instead, she worked. Olivia made nice with the new partner and worked the cases like nothing had changed. But everything was different. At one time, SVU gave her existence meaning but that was before she realized she was in love with Elliot.

She wasn't sure when his very touch sent her heart rate soaring, but by the time she realized it, it was far too late. She was his partner, the woman that had saved his wife and son, and the woman who he trusted to be dependable. She wouldn't burden him with her love, with her need to make something real from the imagined romance in her mind. Now he was gone, and she was dangling by a thread. The victims weren't enough to drag her from her bed anymore, only a stagnant sense of responsibility and an unyielding work ethic were keeping her aloft.

Olivia shook her head quickly, snapping herself out of her reverie. The music had changed; a new quicker beat was pulsing its way through her body and smiling slyly she caught someone's gaze. He was fairly attractive, as they go. Thirties, business casual, wavy brown hair, strong republican jaw… she knew he'd be easy enough.

Walking slowly past him she made her way to the bar, shooting a look toward him. His friend noticed her first, but when he saw her she could literally see his pupils dilate as he took her in. She had to admit, for her age she was an impeccable specimen of femininity. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face to her shoulders. The black dress was purchased purely for how nicely it showcased her décolletage, and ended mid-thigh. She settled at the bar and crossed her legs, aware that her short dress was riding up, just barely exposing the tops of her stockings and a hint of the black clips of her garter.

She watched him decide whether or not to take a chance on her before giving in and ambling towards her. Olivia cheered inwardly; this would be an interesting day for her, for them both really. She looked toward the back where she'd seen him standing…boring holes in her head, but he wasn't there anymore. Elliot Stabler was not a very predictable man. She certainly didn't predict that he would leave her alone with the burden they once carried. She couldn't have predicted that he would cut her off, not speaking to her for months while he dealt his "debilitating guilt". She definitely didn't predict his eventual re-entry into her life.

Since he left, Olivia had taken to going drinking with an old friend who recently re-located to NY. It couldn't have been better time with Elliot gone. Olivia had embraced the new social life that her friend brought along, and before she knew it had plans on the weekends other than sitting in the squad room and pining.

It was during one of these social outings, several hours into the evening, that Olivia saw Elliot. He had been sitting with two other men, both equally forbidding. At first she didn't think it was real, she'd imagined Elliot all over the city and assumed this was another hallucination. As she stared however, he got more real and despite the muted warnings of her drunken instincts, she stayed in the bar…willing him to make eye contact.

When he saw her he shot out of his seat so fast that he spilled his beer, as she recalled. For some reason, they didn't speak…he simply stared at her and her at him before turning away awkwardly. Her friends were at the bar ordering drinks while they shared their moment. His friends glanced curiously in her direction, gesturing endlessly…questioning him, she assumed. If they knew him at all, they'd seen her picture somewhere. She was scattered strategically throughout his home, pictures of her popping up on their mantle and even in a group photo on their fridge.

Now, she couldn't even believe that they had ever known each other. It was difficult to watch him have a regular evening after his abrupt exit; it left her with a bitter feeling. Olivia tried to breathe steadily through her anxiety but her chest was tightening painfully, she knew Elliot was watching her and it excited her. It wasn't until she felt the hand around her waist that she realized someone had been talking to her.

He was tall, handsome with green eyes and full lips, "You're gorgeous…and I'm not letting go of you until you have a drink with me, "he whispered in her ear. She whirled around, never forgetting that Eliot was somewhere in the room, and smiled brilliantly at the man sliding his hand down her back. By the end of the night she had been plied with enough alcohol to find any proposition promising, and when he suggested they go to another place she agreed, sneaking her drink under her blazer and stepping outside.

Maybe it was because he was drunk himself, or because he had never seen her look that way before, but Elliot couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Olivia was a beautiful woman and he'd seen her in countless outfits undercover, but she was utterly irresistible in that dress. His friends had needled him about his visceral reaction to her, but he couldn't help himself.

Elliot also couldn't think of anything to say when he'd seen her, he felt faint to be honest and couldn't trust himself to even move. When she looked away, he slipped from his chair and hid in the crowd, his eyes never leaving her form. Olivia was connected to him, she was a part of him and he was too weak to break free just yet.

When he saw her leave out of the place with that guy, he found himself on their heels immediately. Elliot followed in a haphazard path down the street. To his surprise, they didn't walk very far before Olivia was yanking him into an alleyway. He stopped short, peering at them from around the corner.

Olivia gasped when he slammed her hard into the wall. She felt an aching pang of pleasure followed by a gush of wetness as he pressed his hardness into her. He groped frantically at her body, hands pawing at her breasts, running down her abdomen, and then fingering the tips of her panty hose.

The obscene tightness of her black dress made the decisions for them; he had no choice but to inch the material over her hips, happily sliding his rough hand over the soft skin of her ass. Hooking a finger through the thin strap of her thong, he stretched the flimsy fabric before ripping it. Olivia moaned, her legs spreading as her thong slid down her leg, useless.

His fingers were inside of her now; there wasn't any time to waste. Anyone could walk in on them at any moment and she fully intended to get something out of this. Olivia pulled him into her, running her tongue along his full bottom lip. His eyes shot to hers instantly, the defiance he saw making him want to push, deeper, harder, and faster.

She smiled coyly at him, rolling her hips into his hand as he thrust into her. "I didn't expect this," he grunted at her, shoving his fingers deeper into her body. She cried out harshly as he touched lightly on her sweet spot, " I don't hear you complaining", she panted while she writhed, upright against his hand, twisting her body ever so slightly to rub her clit against the pad of his thumb.

She rotated her hips, "Mmm, yes, right there…" before coming, her mind swimming from the achingly sweet release. He kept his fingers inside of her, gently rubbing her slick insides, painfully aware of his erection persistently throbbing against the zipper of his slacks. She rolled her hips away from him then, reaching for his arm and pulling him out of her. He watched her pull her dress down over her hips, the lacy tops of her stockings disappearing from view.

Smoothing a hand over her hair, she took a sip of the drink that she'd placed on the ground before opening her legs to him. "I should get back, I'm sure my friends are wondering where I am," she murmured around her straw. He stood there, still gasping for breath, his capacity for speech suddenly reduced to nothing. Noting his silence Olivia downed the rest of her drink, and walked over to him. Pulling him into a quick hug she whispered into his ear, "It was very nice meeting you," before opening turning from him and walking back onto the street.

Note: Sorry about my abuse of the comma splice, and other abhorrent grammatical errors… I just want to bring a little more EO into this world. Reviews/comments are the best antidote for a busy day, love them.