A/N: I don't think that this has been done before, but tell me if I'm mistaken.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Law & Order: SVU and or it's characters.

Her lips close around the cap of the pen in concentration. She sits on her couch, legs crossed, memo pad open, pen in hand. He sits opposite her, fingers laced together, eyes trained on her face intently.

Elliot had asked her for a list. He hadn't anticipated the weight it would hold.

Her likes and dislikes in the bedroom. Simple, right? Wrong.

To Olivia, he was asking for more than just a list. He was asking for her undying, unwavering trust. It was amazing how she entrusted his man with her life, but still found it so difficult to open up about her body. Where she liked to be touched, when she liked to be touched, how she liked to be touched.

She feels a sharp pain in her left temple and raises her hand tentatively. Her index and middle finger move in slow circles across the skin. The relaxation this act brings about causes her mind to drift back to last Wednesday.

Her whole body aches. Working 48 hours straight tends to have that effect. He slyly offers to drive her home, a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth. Nobody notices, for the exception of Olivia.

When they enter his apartment, he slams her roughly against the wall and she whimpers loudly. Concern etches the contours of his face and she insists that she is okay, but he will hear nothing else of it.

He retreats into the bathroom, and shortly after she hears the downpour of the showerhead. He returns and takes a hold of her hand, guiding her into the steamy bathroom. Elliot rids her of her clothes quickly, helping her into the shower. He strips and joins her under the scolding water.

The water feels so good against Olivia's tired bones. Elliot turns the knob on thbe head so that the water loses pressure. The soft pitter-patter kneads her skin gently. Elliot adds his skilled hands, working them over the muscles of her shoulder. A soft moan slips passed her lips and her head lolls lazily to the side, giving in to the pleasure. She revels in the feel of the hot spray against her body.

His hands descend her form, manipulating her back, eliciting a sound of contentment fron Olivia. He kneels and begins to rub her legs. When he finishes, his hands leave her body and Olivia immediately misses the contact.

He reaches out and grabs his black loofah and squeezes her floral scented body wash onto it. He works it into a lather, the scented foam oozing between his fingers. He begins at her neck, working his way down the rest of her anatomy. He is extra attentive to her breasts and core, causing her nipples to harden and a rush of heat between her legs.

Elliot wraps one arm around her figure, turning first the cold knob, then the hot one. He then grabs a towel from the rack and wraps her in it, pulling the curtain back and allowing her to step out first. He enfolds his lower half in another towel and follows her into the bedroom.

He slips into a pair of boxers and hands her one of his undershirts. She skates it over her damp head as he pulls back the covers. She crawls underneath, permitting herself to be enveloped by the warmth of his sheets and the scent that can only be described as Elliot.

He slinks in after her, enclosing her in his embrace. He feels her body tense immediately, but doesn't let go. She relaxes into his touch and before long, the sound of her soft snoring fills his ears. Elliot's eyes drift close, dragging him into the inviting realms of sleep.

Brought back to reality by tthe impatient tapping of his foot against her wooden floors, she quickly jots down "Massages" on the previously blank sheet of paper.