A/N: This is my first story that I am posting! I've decided to just post the beginning and if you would like more I'll add more.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, sadly.
Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson were on their way back to the 1-6 after spending the day in Boston at a conference. On the way back a nasty storm made the roads nearly impossible to see and forced the pair to stop at a roadside motel to spend the night. The other road travelers must have had the same idea because the young man working the front desk informed the two that their only remained one room available with one bed. Elliot and Olivia exchanged a worried glance but accepted the last room when informed that the next nearest place to stay was forty miles down the road.
In the room Elliot and Olivia both looked at the bed, not knowing how to handle this situation. "I could sleep on the floor if you like." Elliot offered. Both were a little nervous at the prospect of sharing a bed together and Elliot was trying to be as gentlemanly as possible.
"Don't be ridiculous Elliot! You're not sleeping on the floor." Olivia told him. "You are my best friend. It's not the end of the world if we share the bed tonight."
'Maybe not for you, you don't have to worry about a raging hard on in the middle of the night!' Elliot thought to himself. "Okay, as long as it's fine by you, it's fine by me." He gave Olivia a small smile and sat cautiously on the edge of the bed. 'I'll just sleep away from you' He added in his head.
"Okay. I'm going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. We've had a long day." Olivia said to him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Once Olivia was finished with the bathroom Elliot took his turn. When he returned to the main room he found Olivia already under the covers with her bedside lamp turned off, and noticed her even breaths signaling that she had already fallen fast asleep. Elliot cautiously walked to his side of the bed, removed his jeans and slipped under the covers, keeping himself as far away from Olivia's body as he could. He soon drifted off to sleep himself.
In the middle of the night Elliot arose to the sound of moaning. He looked over at Olivia and thought she was having a nightmare. He was just about to wake her when he hear it "oh Elliot."
It was then that he realized that he did not hear a moan of pain, but rather a moan of pleasure. And he almost didn't believe the words he heard. 'My name? Olivia just moaned my name? This can't be happening! I must be dreaming!' He almost believed himself thought until he heard her again "El, more, please" and felt her thrash on the bed. 'Not dreaming. Oh Shit! What do I do? She's so beautiful, so hot. God, I want her, all of her. Could she really want me to?' This inner dialogue of what to do ended the moment Elliot saw Olivia's hand move from gripping the sheet to stroking her breast. All thought left him and he couldn't do anything beyond watching this beautiful creature before him.